one of my past tags is if i were an octopus

Out of all the people in their niche little group, Inari was the easiest to get annoyed at. He was so stupid! He didn’t get things, or he made such– such aggravating remarks! Futaba seriously didn’t get how Akira could just sit there and talk to the stupid fox-face, have an actual conversation with him and enjoy it.

“It’s easy,” he’d said when she asked in so many words, the clacking of dishes their only company. “Yusuke’s not so bad, Futaba, just strange sometimes.” He grins a little, using the back of his hand to brush his bangs that really need a good cutting out of his eyes as he looks over at her. “Some people could say the same about you.”

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You and Peter Parker have been best friends since the 7th grade. Now you guys were in your twenties and roommates. And he didn’t know you’ve been a SHIELD agent for a long while. Your mom had been a SHIELD agent all your life, so they were familiar with you. She was MIA when you were 11. She was then pronounced dead a few months later. An agent took you in and you moved to Queens for 7th grade. And there you stayed. You and Peter had some things in common that a lot of other kids just couldn’t relate to.

Years later and you and him found yourselves sitting at the kitchen table of your two-bed-one-bath apartment. It was very peaceful in the morning. You two just talked and ate your breakfast. But this day was going to be a bit more interesting than others.


Masked men kicked in your 5th floor windows and flew in your home. Your SHIELD instincts kicked in and you immediately stood up and kicked your chair back at one of the soldiers. Another man charged at you, so you grabbed your cup of tea and smashed it over his head.

Peter was fighting, too. You had no idea where he learned to do that. But there was no time to find out how your roommate could throw a punch. Your place was being invaded by anonymous armed men.

Your cache was tucked under your bed, all the way on the other side of the apartment. Guess it was time to improvise. You ran to your kitchen cabinet and pulled out two mugs (that you made sure weren’t Peter’s). You quickly smashed them both on the corner of the counter, creating makeshift brass knuckles. Just as you did this, an assailant ran up behind you and you immediately swung your fist at them, knocking them to the ground instantly. Your ceramic-knuckles didn’t last long, though. They shattered and you were back to square one.

Peter was still kicking and swinging at the attackers in the living room. He had 3 left and you had 4. They kept piling it but this looked like the last of them. You kicked one in the stomach and kneed another in the crotch, swung at him, backed your elbow into another and they all lost their balance when you leg-swept them. You quickly knocked them out before they could get back up. Seconds after you took care of the last of your batch of enemies. After he made sure they were out, you both stared at each other and at the same time, you both said:

“How did you–”


“You just–”

And then you both stopped your stuttering and you both asked each other the same question.

“Who are you?”

You both stopped and looked down at the supposedly unconscious bodies laid across the floor.

“Um, (Y/N)?” Peter started. “I-I’m kind of a superhero.” He managed to get out. You raised both of your eyebrows.

“‘Kind of?’ What do you mean by that? Are you or not?” You spewed your questions out.

“Hey, no more questions until you tell me who you are!” He yelled. You looked at him with what he called your “Stare of Death,” and then put your hand on your hips. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“I’m a SHIELD agent.” you answered. He looked at you with wide eyes.

“Like The Avengers SHIELD?!” he blurted. You gave him the stare of death again.

“First of all, shush. And second, yes. Now answer my question.” you spoke. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to spill it.

“I-I-I’m Spider-Man.” he told you. You looked as surprised as ever. But you stopped looking surprised and started looking concerned. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“If we’re both major targets, then who did these guys come for?” you questioned while motioning towards the bodies. He contemplated his answer, but then just shrugged. “This place isn’t safe anymore. Where else can we stay?” you asked.

“May’s?” he replied in the form of a questioned. You nodded and ran out the door while he followed.

You and him burst into his Aunt May’s apartment. She was like your aunt, too. She took care of you after your mom passed and the SHIELD agents couldn’t look after you.

“Oh, hey guys!” She greeted.

“Hi Aunt May!”

“Hey Aunt May!” you both said as you sprinted to Peter’s old room. You both sat on his bed and tried to put together what just happened in the past hour. Both of your thoughts were interrupted by a loud “DING” from a timer.

“You guys are just in time for cookies!” Aunt May told you both. You looked at Peter and he answered Aunt May.

“We’ll be right out!” he shouted back. You kicked your foot backwards and hit something under the bed. When you went to check, you discovered your old skateboard. You were just about to pick it back up when Peter stopped you.

“(Y/N),” he interrupted your reunion with the skateboard. “We need to figure out who they were after. You can go through your old stuff later.” You frowned and looked down at the skateboard and see an old Batman sticker you put on there as a kid before kicking it back under the bed.

“Okay, let me call Maria.” you suggested. He tilted his head.

“Hill?” he asked. You looked at him with an exhausted expression. His “Spidey-Senses” probably sensed that you were about to say something sarcastic, so he walked into the kitchen to get a cookie. You dialed the number and waited for an answer.

“(Y/N)!” Maria exclaimed into the phone. Her joy turned to seriousness quickly once you told her what was going on. “I’m sending 3 agents your way. Clancy, Ramirez, and Kyle.” she told you. “You rendevous at your apartment in 20.”

You left Peter’s old room and were immediately met a cookie.

“So what did she say?” Peter said with a mouthful of cookies. You rolled your eyes and went to grab a cookie.

“We gotta leave in a few minutes. Some people are on their way.” you answered. You quickly finished your cookie and ran out the door. “Bye Aunt May! Love you!” you shouted as you ran out the door. She let out a small chuckle and shook her head.

“Love you, too.” she said.

You and Peter got to your apartment as soon as the agents came.

“(L/N), Parker.” They greeted.

“Ramirez, Kyle, Clancy.” you all walked into the apartment with your weapons aimed. Surprisingly, they were still on the floor.

“C’mon,” you said. “Let’s see if they have any emblems or ID’s for their organization. Surely someone hired them.”

After a few minutes of searching, Peter picked something up.

“Uh, guys. I think I found something.” he said as he studied the article.

“What is it?” you asked.

“It’s an red octopus with a skull.” he answered. Your eyes widened and the 3 agents looked at you. “What?” Peter asked.

“They’re after you (Y/N).” One agent stated.

“They could’ve been after both of us.” you suggested.

“Peter’s never actually interfered with HYDRA. They don’t even know who he is.” Clancy told you.

“They could’ve figur–” you were cut off by Peter.

“(Y/N), they weren’t running towards me. All of them were trying to get to you. They obviously had no interest in me. I was just trying to protect you.” You pushed your hair back and exhaled.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” You asked. He shrugged. “And why would they be after me right now?” You turned to the SHIELD agents. They all shrugged. “You guys are no help.”

“Well, your mom was a huge threat to them. There were 53 confirmed missions that were successful on our part.” Ramirez informed you.

“Okay, but I’m not my mom. She didn’t tell anyone but Fury and Maria that I existed.” You argued.

“Well, your records got added to SHIELD’s database after you joined. Do you remember when Agent Romanoff leaked SHIELD’s info?” You nodded. “Well, that’s probably why they see you as a threat now.” you groaned.

“Well, what do we do now?” Peter asked.

“You and (Y/N) aren’t doing anything. If anything happens to (Y/N), Fury and Hill will have our heads. You have to watch them and make sure they don’t do anything stupid.” Kyle said.

“Hey! Who said I’d do anything stupid?” you shouted.

“We’ve known you for 13 years, (Y/N). You’ve done some stupid things. Now get your stuff and go somewhere until it’s safe.” Everyone nodded. You went to your room and picked up a few guns (just in case) and some clothes. Peter got his stuff and took a few movies because he knew how boring it would be with Aunt May. Her place was the only place you could go.

You got to May’s and she was delighted to have you two live with her again, though, it was only temporary.

You finally found your old stuff and got a chance to look through it. There wasn’t anything else to do, so you basically just chilled. And then there was Star Wars and arguing because Peter keeps messing with you and calling AT-AT’s “walking thingies.”

-Lizzie (GIF button isn’t working so pretend there’s a gif of Tom Holland spidey.)

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I’ll Always Be There

Inspired by this drabble by @vibranium-ass

Song: Feed the Birds from Mary Poppins

Also PLEASE REVIEW! I hate that I have to beg for it, but I would love to know what you think!

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

“Steve, can’t you say something?” I whispered. “I know he wants to be involved and help, but his nightmares are getting worse.” I grabbed his arm. “Please, just talk to-”

He pulled his arm away with a sigh. “Look kid, I don’t think he’s ready either. But you and I both know that Bucky is too damn stubborn to change his mind.”

“Just promise me that if he has an episode, you’ll-”

“I know.” Steve put his hands on my shoulders. “We’ve been through this multiple times.”

He’s smiling at me, but his tone is dry.

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Let's Go Get Lost (Stoyd)

For Stoydweek Monday.

Starts angsty but ends with fluff?


The bus ride home from Glen Capri was unusually subdued. Boyd was still shaken from what had transpired at the motel even though Scott’s human pack members had tried to explain.

Somehow the rest of the lacrosse team seemed to pick up on their lingering unease and exhaustion or maybe they were just equally weirded out by spending a night at a motel that could be the shooting location of a horror movie—in any case, in comparison to the noisy ride yesterday everybody was now quiet and dwelling on their own thoughts.

Boyd himself spend the first half hour of the trip staring out of the window, taking in the never changing details of a boring landscape.


“I’m gonna talk to Scott for a bit,” informed him Isaac after a while. Boyd nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t comment. Maybe he should have, though, maybe he should have intervened, because a moment later Stiles dropped into the vacant seat next to him with a quiet “yo” spilling easily from his lips.

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tails & talons - commute

FT Fluff Week Day 1: Together/Come On
Thought this chapter fit the prompt nicely, hehe.

Part (21) of my NaLu Florist/Tattooartist AU series
check out the amazing art for this fic: here
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Someone had built a wall of bricks on her head. Or a whole fortress. 

Of that Lucy was sure as she awoke only reluctantly. Her eyelids weighed down heavy, refusing to open.

If the thing on top of her was a fortress, then it seemed to be forged by fire. Lucy was sweating, and everything was dry and hot. So hot. She couldn’t breathe.

What the hell had happened? 

Was this life after death? Was this hell? Whatever had she done to get to hell?!

If you asked her, she had led a kind and righteous life. She’d have to complain about this.

Someone groaned close to her ear. Another poor soul, about to be thrown into purgatory?      

Her eyes still wouldn’t open.

“Lu…cy?” the voice croaked. 

Speak of the devil.

Slowly, as the memories began to trickle back into her aching head, Lucy realized that the weight aswell as the heat belonged to her own personal evildoer. 

And in this scenario, she would be punishing him

As soon as she didn’t feel like dying.

“Grmmh?” she answered.

Now this was not how she had pictured their first time waking up together would go. At all.

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greenlightfight  asked:

Hiya, I was wondering if you could help me out? According to my dash, you're the #1 GO TO person for fic recs/questions, so I hope you don't mind me dropping you a line. Now, I do wanna put it out there that I DID try to look through your tags first, but ultimately your "Marvel" tag is over 100 pages deep, so the likelihood of me coming out of that alive was nil. Haha. Anyway, do you have any good Tony/Steve rec lists? There's so much good stuff out there, but IDK where to start! THANK YOU. 8D

here are some fics that i’ve enjoyed to get you started ^_^

  • Semaphore by DevilDoll (E, 20k)  “I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard.”
  • Bulletproof by foxxcub (E, 21k) At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark.By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark’s fuck buddy.
  • The Most Amazing Thing (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge (M, 25k)  Tony’s decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it’s about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.
  • Wanderer by 51stcenturyfox (M, 2k) Tony jerks away like he’s awakened to find himself taunting an alligator with a raw chicken, and almost falls on the floor. “You sleepwalked,” Steve says, stating the obvious,“into my bed." 
  • Honey, I Can See The Stars by twentysomething (Not Rated, 12k)  The most he’d ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn’t really think they changed them. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room.
  • life as a tree house by kellifer_fic (series, indiv fics G to M, 19k)  Tony finds out that when it comes to Avengers, you can’t adopt just one.

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Cautionary Tales

“Don’t put your wand there, boy! What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know.“
"Who d'you know who’s lost a buttock?”
“Never you mind…” 

—Alastor Moody

“What happened?! Sirius said…well…just… Are you okay?!”

“Well…I’m mostly in one piece.”

Mostly? Do I need to fetch a Healer?”


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