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The Japanese title for The Apothecary Diaries is Kusuriya no Hitorigoto.

In Japanese, the t-word is kusuguri.

The words are so close that I've almost slipped and used the t-word and got all flustered imagining a Maomao and Jinshi tk fight WHILE TRYING TO RECOMMEND THE SHOW TO MY MOTHER.

I can never say the name of the series ever again lol

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"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

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Found Family

First fic I've written in a while (like two years???) so please forgive me if you see any formatting errors or I commit a Tumblr faux pas. It's been a while lol.

AroAce!Reader x ler!Bucky Barnes x ler!Steve Rogers (all platonic)

Notes: tickles, bad date, some angst, mentions of periods.

Word Count: 4,645

You're a SHIELD agent who always had to prove yourself and as a result, bottled up your emotions. You decided to go on a first date due to pressure from your family but it doesn't go as planned, so your found family is there to support you and make you laugh.

Being embarrassed never really phased you. Growing up with three high-achieving older siblings, taking college courses where you were often the only woman in the class, and getting your ass beat over and over again while training to be a SHIELD agent helped you develop enough of a thick skin to shrug the emotions off. Sure it still stung, but you refused to let it show and instead, worked tirelessly day and night to prove everyone wrong. In a span of three short years, you went from fresh out of college nerdy IT kid to a highly respected SHIELD agent specializing in Threat Intelligence Analysis. It was a pretty cushy job, you had your own office but was allowed to work from home if you wanted to, great benefits, a salary that allowed you to live comfortably, and best of all: no field work. As long as you had your equipment, you were able to assist other SHIELD agents from the comforts of your own home (or office). 

Until one afternoon, your supervisor dropped the bombshell that you will be relocated due to a privacy breach that a foolish intern forgot to report until it was too late. Because of all the high-risk cases you had worked on including tracking down Hydra sleeper cells, your name was on the top of the list. 

“But Hydra is barely a threat now, those cells weren’t even operational,” you tried to plead your case. 

“That is true but the breach wasn’t organized by Hydra,” your supervisor calmly explained, “that list went out to multiple terrorist organizations. They have your name and address, and I am not risking your safety. SHIELD is sending you somewhere safe until the breach is contained and we figure out who started this.” 

“There’s nowhere else that’s safer than SHIELD’s headquarters.” 

Your supervisor shook her head, “Our security measures are not as secure as we had hoped. Arrangements have been made for you to stay at Stark Tower in the meantime.” 

“Wait…Stark Tower? With the Avengers?” 

“Yes, Agent. Is there a problem?” 

“I just have some concerns that I may not be the best fit with the Avengers,” you tried to hide your anxiety but your supervisor could sense it through your stoic exterior, “I’m afraid I may be a hindrance to them.” 

“You’ll be fine Agent,” your supervisor patted your back reassuringly, “Tony Stark has already briefed them about you and apparently they are all excited to meet you,” she winked. 

“Wait what??”

2 Months Later

Your supervisor was right, fitting in with the Avengers was much easier than you expected. Tony cleaned out a spare room for you to use as an office and he marvelled at your equipment, asking you questions that you were pretty sure he knew but it was his way of making conversation. Everyone respected your space and never commented when you spent the entire day in front of your computer. Eventually you started spending most evenings with the group and played games, watched movies, and ate pizza with them. Sam Wilson gave you the nickname “Baby Avenger” because of your young-ish age and you pretended to hate it, but it was nice to finally be included in a group of friends. You were the youngest in your family and college classes so you spent your whole life trying to act mature like your peers. But now, watching Thor throw popcorn at Steve Rogers while Bucky Barnes pretended to strangle Clint Barton over a game of Uno, made you realize how fun it was to engage in childish activities. 

After only a few months of moving in, you developed a close relationship with Steve and Bucky fairly quickly. You considered all of the Avengers your best friends, but the super soldiers were extremely protective of you and you started viewing them as older brothers. They took you out for ice cream when you needed a break from work, pulled small annoying pranks to make you smile, and treated you like any normal young adult instead of a hardened SHIELD agent. 

“You know what I just realized?” Steve announced as you walked into the kitchen, still drowsy from sleep. He and Bucky were sitting at the counter sipping on their black coffees and reading the newspaper, which you silently noted to tease them for later. But first, you needed coffee. 

“Revelations this early in the morning?” You yawned. You grabbed a plain white mug from the cupboard and poured the piping hot coffee to the top. Bucky cringed as you carefully carried it to the counter, half expecting the coffee to spill and burn you. 

“We’ve never heard you laugh,” Steve continued on, “not even a single chuckle.” 

“Not everyone laughs like you and Thor,” you rolled your eyes, “and smiling counts.” 

Bucky snorted and shook his head, “Smiling isn’t the same as laughing, Doll.” 

“Then give me something to laugh about.” 

“What, you’re saying that we’re not funny?” Steve dramatically placed a hand on his heart. 

“If you both are so hell-bent on making me laugh, go ahead. I’m busy tonight so you knuckleheads will have time to brainstorm,” you took a generous swig of your coffee. 

“What’s going on tonight? We don’t have anything planned,” Bucky sounded so sweet and in that moment you wanted to reach out to pat his head like a puppy. 

“I have a date,” you winked. 

“A date?!” You swore you heard their hearts stop at the same time. 

“What? My supervisor told me it’s fine as long as I have a tracker on me, and I need to get out and socialize with normal people.” 

“Who is this guy–?” Steve interjected. 

“–or lady,” Bucky quickly added. 

“His name is Ben, we were in the same training group at SHIELD but never really got to talk. He reached out the other night wanting to catch up so I’m grabbing dinner with him tonight.”

“We need to know everything about this guy. Didn’t you say everyone in your training group were assholes?” Bucky said with concern written all over his face. 

“Relax, it’s been over three years. People change and besides, he was the only one I could beat in a sparring match so I’ll be fine.” 

“But with the data breach…” Steve started. 

“You two have been constantly telling me to act my age, going on one date isn’t going to hurt anyone. Tony and Nat approved,” you glared at Steve and Bucky, “and I promise I’m not going to do anything crazy.”

Bucky groaned in his hands and rubbed at his eyes, “Fine, but you’re getting a curfew and you have to keep us updated.” 

“I have it all under control,” you smirked. 

You, in fact, did not have any of this under control. 

You conveniently failed to tell Tony, Nat, Steve, and Bucky that this was your first date. The closest experience you had was going to homecoming with your older brother’s friend in high school but the poor guy just felt insecure about going alone and after pictures, he abandoned you at a table while he tried to flirt with other girls. College didn’t give you any time to date since you were getting a dual degree and dating during SHIELD’s training was a big no-no (although some trainees found time to hook-up every now and then). You’ve never cared about dating or relationships but with your older siblings settling down, you started to feel the pressure from your parents. One day you made the mistake of sending a selfie of you and Bucky in the family group chat and everyone grilled you about him until you muted your phone after twenty consecutive texts from your mother. When Ben suddenly reached out to you, you figured this was a good time to test the dating scene and hopefully appease your family. 

However, the moment you opened your closet, you realized you had no idea what you were doing. Ben suggested a casual diner known for their burgers and milkshakes so you took out a cute blouse and jeans, but it didn’t seem right. Should you wear makeup? But you rarely wear makeup so would Ben think you’re trying too hard? Are tennis shoes low effort? Is jewelry and perfume too much? 

Eventually you settled on a simple summer dress with a cardigan and flats, a cute outfit that allowed enough freedom for combat if necessary. You opted out of jewelry (choking risk) and perfume (you realized you didn’t have any).  After checking your reflection for the hundredth time, you nodded with approval and grabbed your handbag to head out. 

“Hey Tony, I’m leaving,” you popped your head in Tony’s office. He looked up from whatever gadget he was tinkering with and smiled. 

“You look cute, got the tracer on?” 

You nodded and pointed at a little heart shaped pin on your cardigan, “I’m protected.” 

Tony grimaced jokingly, “Have a good time kid. If this Ben guy gives you a bad time, say the code word and we’ll be there to kick his ass” 

“Does the code word have to be drama llama though? It’s pretty stupid,” you groaned. 

“Yes, now get out of here before Barnes and Rogers barricade the door,” he chuckled, “they are not happy campers right now.”

“They’ll get over it, see ya later,” you waved goodbye and headed to the living room where Steve and Bucky were sulking and watching TV like toddlers that were told they can’t have an extra cookie for dessert. 

“Alright kids, I'm heading out. I’ll be back by 10,” you tried to keep it lighthearted but Bucky looked like he was about to rip someone apart and Steve had his sad eyebrows on. 

“You look cute, Doll,” Bucky mumbled, “text us when you get there.” 

“Got it,” you turned and headed out to the front door, a little peeved off by their reactions. You understand that they’re overprotective of you, but you can’t miss out on life just because of them. You straightened your back and started the short walk to the diner, you were going to have fun and it will prove to them that not everyone has bad intentions. 

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You arrived at the diner a bit early, the server led you to a little booth in the corner and handed you a rather expansive menu. She asked if you wanted to order any drinks or appetizers but you told her you’re waiting on someone and they will arrive soon. She gave you a cup of water anyways and you quickly texted the Avengers group chat that you were at the diner. Your phone quickly blew up with heart emojis and words of encouragement from everyone except for Bucky and Steve. 

6:28pm.

You and Ben agreed to 6:30 and the nerves were definitely lighting up. You kept on making glances at the door so you could wave him down when he came in. Would you recognize him? It’s been over three years, he was tall and scrawny with overgrown hair that your trainer forced him to cut. At first he was awkward and quiet, but by the end of their program, he was pretty popular and charismatic. He was funny enough to be well-liked by the top trainees and after the haircut and bulking up a bit, you’ve caught him making out with a woman or two. He wasn’t mean to you, but wasn’t exactly nice either, which you didn’t mind. You wondered where he ended up after graduating from SHIELD’s training program. He wasn’t athletic nor good with firearms, but he was smart and proficient with computers and programming. You’ve never seen him in your department so he didn’t go into IT. 

You realized you were lost in thought and checked the time. 

6:43pm.

You scanned the diner quickly to see if he had grabbed a table without seeing you, but the only other customers were you and a couple across the room. 

Not wanting to sound desperate but also somewhat worried, you texted, Hey, just checking in. 

The server came up to your table, you felt your face heat up when she looked at you with pity. 

“Can I start you off with any fries or a milkshake, sweetheart?” 

“Is it okay if I have a few more minutes? He’s running a bit behind.”

“Of course,” the server nodded and walked away. 

As if the universe was laughing at you, the diner started to fill up quickly and you knew you were inconveniencing the server by taking up an entire table without ordering anything. You check your phone again. 

7:16pm. No new messages from Ben, but your text was marked as seen. 

You sent a thumbs up and a burger emoji to the Avengers group chat to get them off your back. You wondered if the server was talking shit about the girl who’s been hogging a table for an entire hour without ordering anything with her coworkers. The burning sensation in your face started getting even warmer. 

7:45pm. You saw a text from Ben pop up on your phone, you immediately opened the message, relieved that he’s alive and not taken hostage by Hydra or aliens. It was probably going to be a long winded apology about how his car broke down and his phone died, or his cat got sick and he had to take it to the vet, or he got pulled into a last minute mission, and you two would laugh it off and reschedule for another date. 

Except all you saw on your phone’s screen was a singular laughing emoji. You felt your stomach tighten. This was probably a mistake right? A simple typo that he would immediately apologize for sending? Or maybe he was actually in danger and this was a code word for help?

A million possible responses to the emoji flooded your brain but all you could do was reply, What?

The text bounced back with a red flag, Unable to send to the recipient. 

Great. Stood up and ghosted on your very first date. Steve and Bucky were right for being overprotective, they probably saw this coming from a mile away. They knew that no guy would go for a 24 year old woman with no experience and a lifetime of unresolved emotional baggage. In fact, you weren’t sure if you were ever interested in a sexual or romantic relationship with…anyone. You just agreed to this date to appease your family and out of desperation to feel “normal.” Who were you kidding thinking that a popular and social guy like Ben would be interested in a woman whose ideal night was sitting in comfy pajamas and watching terrible horror movies with your friends. Steve and Bucky knew and they were too kind to tell you the truth. 

But now you were sitting in a packed diner. Frozen. 

The server came over with a sympathetic look on her face, “Hey darling, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?”

You snapped back in your SHIELD agent persona and smiled at the server, “Yeah, my friend couldn’t make it. May I order eight cheeseburgers with fries and a strawberry milkshake to-go please?” 

“Of course sweetie,” she wrote down your order on her pad and walked away without any questions, as if she knew exactly what happened. Shame and embarrassment flooded your body, you haven’t felt this way in a long time and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

A few minutes later the server brought out a bag with the food and a large strawberry milkshake which she insisted was “on the house.” You wanted to cry from her kindness and tipped her generously. Then you left the diner wondering how the hell were you going to explain this to your friends. They would know something went wrong if you came back over an hour before curfew. You also knew they were going to immediately interrogate you about Ben and you weren’t a good enough liar to craft an elaborate story about a mediocre date where although he was nice, you two decided to be friends. You decided the best method was to drop off the food, tell everyone the date was fun but you’re not feeling well because of period cramps, and head off to bed before anyone could ask you a question. It was the perfect story, your friends knew your period cramps were horrendous so you walking into the room with a miserable look on your face wouldn’t raise any concerns. Then you had the night to figure out what to say to them the next morning. 

“I brought gifts,” you strolled into the living room where all the Avengers were well…assembled and dropped off the bag of burgers and fries on the counter, you took a sip from your strawberry milkshake which was heavenly to say the least. 

“You’re home early, is everything okay?” Nat said with concern, you could tell she was preparing herself to make a man “mysteriously” disappear. 

“Oh yeah, I had a nice time. But the period cramps hit so I decided to call it a night.”

“Do you need any ibuprofen, Doll? Or tea?” Bucky got up to raid the medicine drawer. 

“I’m fine, it’s just started so it’s not too bad. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” 

“We’re going to need all the details in the morning,” Sam grabbed a burger from the bag and took a huge bite, “damn that hit the spot.” 

“Thank you for grabbing us dinner,” Steve smiled and rubbed your back gently, that little touch of empathy made you want to cry all over again, “go get some rest.”

You smiled and headed to your room, feeling a sense of relief when you were alone. You loved your friends to death but they liked to ask questions and were much more observant than a regular person. You were used to bottling in your emotions and taking it out on work or training, but this felt different. You felt vulnerable and young, this shame didn’t come from SHIELD training, it was a feeling that many people in their twenties have gone through and you had no idea how to deal with it. For the first time, you felt lost, hopeless, and out of control. 

You flopped down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling. You’ve seen friends go out on dates and listened to them talk about the butterflies in their stomach while daydreaming about finding “the one” and getting married. Sometimes if the date went really well, they would share the more intimate details of effortless flirtations and sharing the night together in each other’s arms. 

Of course with dating, there were rough times where you listened to your friend cry over the phone after getting cheated on, or the one time you beat up a guy for giving your friend a black eye during an argument. You’ve watched the beautiful moments (and unfortunately the dark moments) of relationships but you’ve never felt like you wanted to experience that yourself. 

Did you want to kiss and share a bed with Ben? Your face crinkled at that thought. From training with him and seeing his social media, he’s the perfect package with a handsome face, fit body, incredibly smart, and has enough charisma to rival Bucky and Steve’s. But you knew you didn’t want to sleep with him, much less get married and settle down with him. 

You thought about Bucky and Steve. Women and men flirted with them endlessly when the three of you went out, you knew that they were attractive, but you could never see yourself having a sexual or romantic relationship with either of them. The thought alone made your stomach turn. 

Have you ever been sexually or romantically attracted to anyone? You frowned, trying to think of all the people you’ve met throughout the years. You’ve been so focused on your career that you didn’t think about these things, but your siblings are in long-term relationships so maybe…

Maybe I’m broken? You thought sadly. 

You heard a knock on the door and you sat up, pushing your emotions back down again. 

“It’s Dingus 1 and Dingus 2, may we come in?”

“Yeah sure,” you laid back down on your bed and rolled over like your stomach was in pain. Gotta play the act right.

“We know you're not on your period, “ Bucky said. 

“Um excuse me, are you mansplaining my period?”

Steve raised his hands in defense, “You said you had your period two weeks ago so we figured either something else is wrong or you need to see a doctor.” 

Busted. You forgot you were curled up on the couch in the living room two weeks ago cussing at your reproductive system and clutching onto the heat pack that Nat had kindly bought for you. 

“You got me,” you sighed and rolled over onto your back to look at the ceiling again. “Did something happen on the date?” Steve sat next to you and gently stroked your hair. 

“Well there was no date. He made me wait for an hour and ghosted me.”

Bucky was ready to hunt down this guy, “That fucking asshole.” 

“I’m surprised you know what ‘ghosted’ means, you old men.” 

Steve and Bucky gasped, "We're young and sprightly!” 

“Definitely something old men would say while drinking black coffee and reading the newspaper,” you shot back with a small smile.  

“You know Buck, remember that discussion from this morning?” Steve grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

“Of course, we may need to resume this discussion.” Bucky rubbed his hands together with equally an unsettling smile on his face. 

“Well good luck because I’m in no mood for jokes,” You mumbled.

“They’re not jokes,“ Bucky sat on your bed next to you and Steve, “just a little trick for older siblings to make the kids behave.”

“You’re not ticklish, are you?” Bucky swiped a finger down your arm, you used your SHIELD training to mask your emotions but in reality, you were internally freaking out because you were ridiculously ticklish and even worse, you didn’t mind it.

“Of course not, that’s for kids,” you mumbled, trying to mentally erase away the goosebumps on your arm. 

“You calling us kids now?” Steve teasingly grabbed your sides and the unexpected movement made you squeal. Shit.

“Never heard you make that sound before, I like it,” Bucky wiggled his fingers on your neck, you bursted out into bubbly giggles and shook your head. 

“You know what happens to liars,” Steve pinned your arms up with one hand and scribbled his blunt nails along your belly with the other, “they have to be taught a lesson.” 

“W-wait!” You exploded with high-pitched laughter as Steve’s unrelenting attack on your belly and Bucky moving down from your neck to gently squeezing right above your knees sent you into a ticklish hell (or heaven?). 

Laughter. Something you haven’t done in years. You were surprised by how higher pitched it was compared to your usual speaking tone. It was airy, relaxed, and childlike. Hearing your laugh for the first time sent shivers down Steve and Bucky’s spines. After a few moments of tormenting you with tickles, they held you in silence for a bit while you were getting your last giggles out.

“So what really happened?” Steve was the first to break the silence, always never afraid to ask questions. 

You explained to them about everything that happened at the diner. They listened intently and gave you reassuring hugs whenever you struggled to find the right words to explain the situation. 

“That asshole doesn’t know what he’s missed out on,” Bucky rubbed your back, you could tell he was struggling with hiding how pissed he was about Ben. 

“Yeah sweetie, you’ll find someone who will love and respect you,” Steve wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze. 

“Well that’s the thing…I don’t think I want to be in a relationship. It’s never appealed to me and I’ve never looked at someone and thought they were attractive or I want to date them. That’s weird, isn’t it? I just agreed to this date because I thought it was something I was supposed to do. People are meant to be in loving, meaningful relationships so there’s something deeply wrong with me,” the words poured out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was the first time you were truly vulnerable and you started to feel embarrassed again. 

“It’s true, people should have loving, meaningful relationships,” Steve agreed, “but those relationships don't have to be romantic or sexual. They can be between friends, families, or coworkers.” 

“I think you have plenty of loving and meaningful relationships,” Bucky smiled, “we love you to death, and so does everyone else here. We all care about you and want what’s best for you.” 

“And it’s not weird that you don’t feel certain types of attraction towards other people. That’s who you are and it’s totally valid,” Steve teasingly wiggles his fingers against your side, “and as your honorary older brothers, that makes our jobs easier.” 

“Hey!” You laughed, leaning into Bucky to get away from Steve’s fingers, only for Bucky to latch onto your ribs. A sudden electric shock went down your spine and you had to hold yourself back from screaming with laughter. Bucky looked at you with surprise and chuckled. 

“Well that’s a good spot to keep in mind.” 

“F-fuck you!” You laughed, doubling over and trying to get away from Steve and Bucky but they held you firmly in place on your bed. 

“You talk like a sailor but laugh like an angel, that’s adorable,” Steve laughed and dug into your sides just a bit more, making you squeal and tried desperately to push him away. 

“Alright alright,” he and Bucky decided to be nice (tonight) and gave you mercy. A wave of warm sleepiness hit you and they helped you lay back into bed. 

“Any requests for breakfast tomorrow?” Bucky smoothed out your covers that got a bit wrinkled and tangled up from their attack. 

“Pancakes?” You asked hopefully. 

“And bacon and eggs,” Bucky promised as he and Steve both gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

They quietly left your room and turned off your lights. Once Steve closed the door, Tony came walking down the hallway. 

“Oh there you two are, is she alright in there?” Tony glanced at your room with concern, “She seemed kind of upset when she came home.” 

“She’s okay now,” Steve smiled, “sleeping like a baby.”

Tony chuckled, “Well I’m glad. Her supervisor contacted me earlier and said they found the creeps who organized SHIELD’s security breach. She’s safe to go back home but if we believe that she’ll be an asset to our team, then she can stay. It just has to be a unanimous vote.”

“Hell yeah she should stay,” Bucky immediately jumped in, “we need someone with her brains and experience on our team.” “I agree,” Steve nodded, “and I have a feeling that we’ve all been in much better moods since she got here. She balances us out.” 

“Awesome, I will get the report to her supervisor and make her a permanent resident,” Tony nodded with a knowing smile, “and now we all get the time to make her laugh.” 

“You heard her?” Steve chuckled. 

“Her room’s vent is directly connected to my lab. Lovely sound, I would love to recreate it myself.” 

You slept soundly through the night despite the negative events that had happened earlier, your heart was filled with love, trust, and acceptance from your found family. You realized with the Avengers you never had to pretend to be anyone but yourself, and that was the best relationship you could ever hope for. 

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People appreciate art in different ways. It can be through discussion, drawing fanart, writing/reading fanfiction, or even just making a post about it online. 

The bottom line is, all of these (and more) are valid ways to show your love to your favorite TV show/movie/book/etc. 

Joining a fandom is not a reductive way of appreciating art. 

Writers who primarily focuses on self-inserts are not “less than” other writers or “incapable of writing an actual story.” 

If you don’t like shipping, scroll through. If you don’t like self-insert fanfics, scroll.

All you have to do is scroll instead of gatekeeping and insulting people based on how they appreciate art. 

You are not smarter or more educated for hating fandoms. 

This is why I stopped logging onto Tumblr because every time I do, I see some rant from someone hating on fanfiction and fandoms in general. 

What happened to the community where we all got together and showed each other our talents and encouraged one another? I miss when I felt like I was surrounded by people who wished the best for me. Now I feel alone on here. 

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Day 13: Blush

Another Crush fic! I hope you like this one (even though the grammar’s all over the place). 

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After that one night you got tipsy and told your crush that you like being tickled, they have made it a personal mission to endlessly tease you about it. A poke in the side when you made a bad pun, saying the word “tickle” a little too often, and even going as far as to tickling your ribs when no one was looking. You were always able to conceal your reactions from your friends by hiding a squeal with a cough or not flinching at the dreaded word (even though you were dying inside), but you admit, you were having fun with this. Until your crush decided to crank it up a notch. 

Every Friday night you and your group of friends gathered at your apartment for a movie night. Usually it ended up with everyone chatting rather than watching a movie, but it’s always a good time. 

While one of your friends was ranting about an unfair grade that her professor gave, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You pull it out and see that it’s a text from your crush who is sitting across from you. You glance up at them with a quizzical look and open the text. A tickle gif pops up: 

You blush furiously and close the text, looking around to make sure that no one else saw it. 

Buzz.

You open up another text from your crush. 

Wouldn’t it be so fun if I pinned you down right now and wrecked you? 

You feel your face burning up even hotter. 

“Y/N, you okay? Your face is really red,” one of your friends asks you with concern. 

“I-it’s nothing, it’s a bit warm in here,” you stutter out a lame excuse. 

“Really? It’s not that warm,” your crush calls out with a grin on their face. 

“I’m going to get changed really quick,” you quickly stand up and head to your bedroom. You put your hands against your cheeks and quietly pray for them to cool down.

“Having fun?” Your crush follows you to your room, stopping at the door and waiting for permission to enter. You glare at them, but motion them inside and you both sit down on the bed. 

“Why do you tease me so much?”

“Because it’s fun,” they chuckle, “and you need to smile more often. But I can stop if you want.”

You blush again and shake your head, “it is fun, I’m just not used to being the one getting teased.” 

Your crush laughs and pats your head, “well you better get used to it because I’m not stopping anything soon.” 

You playfully stick your tongue out at him with a smile, “Now get out, I need to actually get changed or our friends will think something’s up.” 

Your crush laughs and heads towards the door, “Make sure you wear something I can tickle you in,” they wink and walk out, leaving you once again, a blushing mess. 

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Day 11: Competition

Hey everyone, so a few days ago I lost someone very close to me. Because of that I haven’t had the motivation to write but I decided to push myself and continue with TickleTober. I may try to go back and write fics for the days that I missed, but here is today’s prompt. I hope you like it. 

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“This is silly,” you glance at the cup of water in your hand. 

“Oh c’mon Y/N it’ll be fun!” Your best friend Peter Parker grins at you, “didn’t you say you were bored like a minute ago?” 

“Yeah, but I was thinking we could watch a movie or something, not…whatever this is.” 

“Just give it a shot,” Peter laughs, “all you have to do is take a big swig and whoever spits out the water first loses.” 

You sigh and shake your head, “What are the rules?”

“None!” 

“Fine,” you put the cup of water to your lips, “piece of cake.” You sip the water and hold it in your mouth, Peter does the same and you notice that he’s already grinning. So easy. 

You both stare at each other for a minute, waiting for the other to break. You look at Peter stoically while he is clearly struggling to hold the water in his mouth. 

After a while you feel boredom hit you again so you lean forward and poke Peter’s belly, he recoils, suddenly he lunges forward to poke your belly but you expertly dodge his attack. Thank goodness I’ve been training with Nat, you think to yourself smugly. Quickly you stick out your arm and squeeze Peter’s side, he lets out a muffled squeal and drops of water dribbles down his chin. 

Screw it.

You lunge at him, knocking him down to the ground. Before Peter could react, you scribble your fingers against his sides and belly, paying close attention to the area around his belly button and where the bottom of his ribs end. He spits out the water, spraying you slightly in the process, and he screams with laughter. You move onto his hips, drilling your thumbs into the little dips, he bucks up and slaps the floor with his hand as a sign of surrender. You grin and swallow the water in your mouth. 

“I win,” you giggle, scribbling your fingers against his belly again. Peter giggles hysterically and swats your hand away.

“T-That was cheating,” he gasps out. 

“You never said physical contact was against the rules,” you smugly get up and head out the room, “I need to get changed. You could’ve at least tried to spit away from me.” 

Before you could reach the door, Peter grabs his web shooters and aims at you, a stream of web fluid wraps around your legs and you fall to the floor. He gleefully strolls over to you and straddles your hips. 

“What’s the thing that Cap always says?” He forms his hands into claws and slowly descends on your belly, you giggle and try desperately to escape with no luck, “Oh yeah, ‘I can do this all day.’” Peter suddenly attacks your belly and sides, causing you to let out a surprised squeal. 

You two don’t notice Tony standing at the doorway watching Peter tickle you to pieces with a fond look on his face. He chuckles softly and heads back to his workshop, silently wishing that you and Peter can stay happy like this forever.

[fluffyseapancakes]

Day 3: Shriek

I already missed a day (lol), but here’s Day 3 of Tickletober! 

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You’re normally a quiet person, even your laughter is breathless and nearly silent. When you first met your friend group they tried to get you to yell or scream, but their mission had failed. They have mostly given up….except for your one friend. 

This particular friend has tried (almost) everything under the sun to get you to raise your voice. They have tried scaring you, annoying you, and even attempted to bribe you. You happily shot down all their attempts and gradually they backed off. 

It was a particularly stressful day so while your friend worked on a homework assignment, you went on your phone and started scrolling through Tumblr, being careful of them possibly watching over your shoulder. 

“What are you smiling for?” Your friend suddenly asks. You look up and blush, realizing you were smiling while reading tickle fanfiction. 

“N-nothing.”

“Is it someone special?” They grin, waiting for the tea to spill. 

“No!” 

“Then what?”

“I told you, nothing!” 

Your friend suddenly pounces on you, pinning your back on the ground. They put a hand on your side to brace themself and you let out a small shriek. They jump in surprise and raise an eyebrow. 

“What was that?”

“Y-you just surprised me.” 

“I never heard you make that noise.”

“Go away,” you blush, trying to squirm out from under your friend. They grip your side tighter, making you yelp and giggle hysterically. They grin devilishly and wiggle their fingers against your ribs. You squeal and laugh breathlessly, squirming even harder. 

“I can’t believe you hid this from me,” they laugh with you and dig their fingers into your ribs and sides, sending you into hysterics. You kick out your legs and try to protect your upper body with your hands, but it was no match to your friend’s quick fingers. Their tickles are merciless, squeezing the area above your knee and digging into your belly. Your laughter fills the room as you feebly push against your friend, they grin and stop, letting you spill out the remaining giggles. 

“You need to laugh more often,” your friend ruffles your hair, “it’s cute.”

You blush and swat away their hand. 

“Rude,” you giggle, earning another (deserved) poke in the side. 

“Never heard you say stop though,” they grin. You blush even more and dive into the bed, burying your head into the pillows. They laugh and shake their head, already formulating a plan to tickle you again. 

[fluffyseapancakes]

Day 2: Drawn On

Woo day 2! Here’s a short Imagine that came to my head the other day. 

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You want to get a tattoo but aren’t sure if you’re 100% committed to the design. Peter suggests drawing it on yourself and see if you like it after a few days. You try to draw the design on your ribcage but it’s proven to be difficult, so Peter helps you…kind of. The “tattoo” turns out crooked and shaky from all your giggling and squirming, and both you and Peter are breathless with contagious laughter. You end up loving it.

[fluffyseapancakes]

A Little Bit About Me (and Some Rules)

I realized I’ve been on Tumblr for a couple years now and never formally introduced myself. 

Name: My real name is too recognizable to reveal on here but you can call me  Pancake or E! 

Where do you live?: Ohio 

Sexuality and Pronouns: Demisexual, she/her. 

Favorite Movie(s): Dead Poets Society and Cabin in the Woods.

Favorite Musician(s): Dodie and Stephen Sanchez. 

Fun Fact: Japanese is my first language and yet I suck at it. 

Dogs or Cats?: Honestly both. I grew up with dogs but I want a cat so bad. 

Lee or Ler?: 95% Lee, 5% Ler. 

RP?: No thanks, not really my thing.  

Are you taking prompts?: Not at the moment.

Writing minors?: Depends, but if I do it’s strictly only in platonic situations and no shipping/pairings. 

Writing real people?: Same as writing minors.

Why won’t you answer my DMs?: I’m sorry, I have terrible social anxiety. I’m working on it and will hopefully reply to you soon. 

Are you a SFW blog?: Although all my fics are SFW, I am 25 years old and do not feel comfortable interacting with minors. At the end of the day, tickling is a non-sexual kink for me and involving minors into it is gross. 

Will you ever write NSFW fics?: Probably not. 

Thank you for reading all of this! Shoot me a message if you have anymore questions. Love you all! 

[fluffyseapancakes]

Tickle Quiz!

Adapted from this post: https://at.tumblr.com/the-new-ginger-switch/tickle-qa/dpcb7i0zcgp6 

Please reblog this! I want to get as much data as possible!

[fluffyseapancakes]

My goal is to write something everyday! 

Hello hello, everyone!! I decided to try my hand at a Tickletober list this year, since there’s always a few floating around! And putting it out plenty early for people to plan and prep, me especially lol.

This list is open to anyone and everyone who wants to use it! Do as many or as few days as you’d like, mix and match, do them out of order, substitute another tickletober prompt list alongside it, whatever you wanna do! And, of course, interpret the prompts however you’d like!!

And I’d love to see what y’all create, come October when it’s time for works to go live! My url can get a bit confusing at this point I suppose lol, but if you wanna tag your works as #augtickletober2022 I’ll be poking through the tag throughout the month to see what y’all are creating with this list!

Have fun everyone!!

[fluffyseapancakes]

Day 1: Anticipation

I originally wrote this for TickleTober 2022 but couldn’t wait an extra week to post. So here’s Day 1 of TickleTober: Anticipation. 

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You look up at your friend who is straddling your hips, effectively pinning you to the ground. They wiggle their fingers at you and you feel your face burn red.

“H-hurry up,” you giggle, your heart speeds up from the anticipation. 

“Not yet…,” they tease, They look at the invisible watch on their wrist, “Annnnnd, now.” Suddenly they attack your sides, sending ticklish shocks throughout your body. You let out a scream and laugh wildly, you try to fight back but your friend has your arms pinned down with their legs. You squirm and your laughter goes up a notch as they wiggle their hands into your belly. 

“P-please!” You manage to gasp out.

“Please what? I thought you wanted this,” they grin, sneaking their hands into your armpits. You scream even louder and laugh hysterically. You shake your head and mouth out your answer, but you’re laughing too hard to respond. Your friend has mercy on you and stops tickling, leaving you in a gasping and shaking mess. They chuckle and pat your head. 

“Y-y-you’re evil,” your voice comes out as a whisper with little giggles mixed in it. 

“And you’re adorable,” they get up from straddling you and hops onto the couch, “Shrek or Chicken Little?”

You giggle and slowly sit up from the floor, “Shrek, of course.” Your friend puts in the DVD and presses play. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” they wink at you. You feel your face flushing again but you sit on the couch next to them. 

“Oh I sure am,” you grin, “and I also know that revenge is sweet.”

You notice them blush and lose composure for a second, you wink at them and lean back on the couch. I’ll get them after the movie. 

[fluffyseapancakes]

Sometimes I wonder why my friends aren’t as physically affectionate towards me, then they tell me I should initiate but I’m too scared to. So I remain touch deprived. RIP. 

[fluffyseapancakes]

tickles are so comforting?? like, how nice is it to just sit there and laugh your worries away? not to mention, how great it feels to be touched by someone you trust. those electrifying sensations all over your skin making the happy chemicals in your brain go brrrr. it's wonderful <3

[fluffyseapancakes]

Imagine: Wrestling

People seemed to like my last Crush Imagines post so I wrote another one that’s more platonic (but you can make it romantic if you would like to). 

Your best friend tries to teach you how to wrestle, but they accidentally figure out your little secret. 

This is a tickle fic. 

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“C’mon Y/N!”

“No,” you cross your arms defiantly, glaring at your best friend who is crouching in front of you in a wrestling stance. 

“Chicken,” they tease. 

“I’m not, I just don’t know how to wrestle.” 

“I’ll teach you.” 

You sigh and walk over to them, “Fine.” Your friend’s eyes light up and they motion you to copy their position. You crouch to their level and copy their arm positions, feeling a bit silly. 

“Come at me,” they grin. 

“What?”

“Come at me and I’ll show you how to dodge an attack.”

You groan and after taking a deep breath, you lunge and try to grab at their arms. They quickly grab your wrists with one hand, holding you in place, they swipe your legs out from underneath you and catch you with the other hand before you hit the ground. Their fingers dig into your sides and you let out a surprised yelp. 

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” They look at you with concern. 

“No…I was just surprised,” you quickly change the subject, “you moved really fast.” 

“Years of practice. Now I’ll come at you and you try to dodge me.” 

You nod and assume the stance, before you can even blink your friend grabs your wrists and does the same move again, digging their fingers into your sides. This time you let out a laugh. 

“Oh I see how it is,” your friend grins and gently lowers you onto the floor. 

“F-fuck off,” you try to be menacing but a giggle comes out instead. They straddle your legs and gently starts poking at your belly, you squeal and curl up into a ball. 

“This is gonna be fun,” they laugh along with you, scribbling their fingers into your sides. You burst out into laughter and feebly smack at their hands. They alternate between tickling and poking your upper body, sending you into hysterics. After what seems like hours, they stop and pat you on the head.

“You need to laugh more often.”

You blush and playfully swat their hand away, “That was evil.”

“But you never told me to stop.”

You feel your face heating up even more. 

“It’s cute, don’t worry,” your friend smiles reassuringly, “and I won’t abuse your weakness…too much.” 

“Don’t think that I won’t fight back,” you threaten. They laugh and ruffle your hair. 

“After seeing your wrestling skills? I’m not that worried.” 

You silently remind yourself to sign up for wrestling classes soon.

[fluffyseapancakes]

I told two of my closest friends that I like (insert t-word here). 

They were incredibly supportive, said it was cute, and they kept on teasing me about it until I became a flustered mess. 

I love my friends.