#Peanuts tickle fanfiction

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝! ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟾-𝟿: 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟿𝟹

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 💛

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 🩷

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙸*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗���/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚁𝙰𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚂𝙼 𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Math.

Charlie Brown always hated Math.

Well…that was an understatement.

To be frank, it was in fact a very large understatement. 

Charlie Brown despised Math; he absolutely loathed it.

The darn subject’s homework took him about an hour to do every night. 

Not fifteen minutes.

Not thirty.

A whole. freaking. hour.

It was already 12:30 and the honey brown eyed preteen was still up doing homework at his desk…

…Next year he should protest for Math to be cut off from every single school system.

No one would miss it, really! 

Well…no one would miss it besides Linus.

Charlie harshly erased the entire first half of the page, crumbling up the paper in frustration and throwing it to the pile of discombobulated loose leaf papers he used waaaaaaaay earlier in the night.

The yellow cladded preteen groaned loudly, massaging his head as he glared down at the new piece of paper in front of him.

If only he could throw away his problems as simply as he could crumble up paper… 

“Big brother…what are you doing up so late?” A small familar blonde girl said in Charlie Brown’s bedroom doorway. 

“AUGH!! Sally…God, don’t scare me like that…” Charlie said as he clutched his chest where his heart was, hopping down from his bed as he put his notebooks on his dresser. “What are you doing up…? Your bedtime is 8:30, remember?” 

“I asked you first!” Sally said loudly. 

“And I asked you second; two is more than one.” The honey brown eyed preteen snickered as he crossed his arms smugly. 

“That’s not how that works!” The younger screeched. 

“Is to.” The elder huffed. 

“Is not!”

“Is to.”

“Is not!”

“Is to.”

“Is not!”

Charlie rolled his eyes at the back and forth nonsense, biting back a smile as he decided to mess with his little sister a bit, “…Is not.”

“Is to…!” The blue eyed preteen screeched before realizing what she just said, “…Wait…what?! H-How did you—”

“Glad you agree.” The older hummed in triumph, getting flashcards from inside of his backpack and starting to study them, “Go to sleep, Sally. You have school in the morning.”

“So do you!!!” The other screeched.

“I’m aware of that…” Charlie Brown said, “But unlike you, Sal, I don’t just stay up to stay up— I’m studying! So in retrospect, I need to stay awake to know I’m 101% ready for this Math quiz tomorrow!”

“…I thought it was a test?”

“So in retrospect, I need to stay awake to know I’m 101% ready for this Math test!” The boy corrected, putting his flashcards down and putting his hand on his little sister’s shoulder comfortingly, “I’ll be fine,Sally…but I won’t be fine supporting the action of you forcing yourself to stay awake because I’mstaying awake…”

The girl in pink pajamas crossed her arms in frustration, “But you pulled an all-nighter the night before! And the night before that! And the night before that! And the night before that! And the night before—“

“Okay, okay! I get it!” The older preteen said as he cut his sister off, “I’ll go to bed aaaaat…11.” 

“Big brother…” The younger blonde grumbled warningly. 

“10:50?” Charlie asked, trying to negotiate. 

Sally just glared.

“10:30?” 

Sally raised a single brow, her frown still evident. 

“…10:15 but that’s my final offer.” The elder sighed as the baby blue eyed girl sat on his bed. She pat the spot right next to her, lying down as she stared at the ceiling, “But what if you just went to sleep now?“

“I dunno…” The elder said as he scratched the back of his head nervously, “I really need to study, Sal…” 

And he has! Charlie Brown had been studying all week!

All day...

…And all morning…

…And all evening…

…And all night….

What if there was some material he missed?

Or what if he forgot to study a page or two?!

…Isn’t it crazy how one assignment causes a kid so much stress and at the end of all of it he just gets a piece of paper like it’ll make up for it…

'Diploma' this and 'diploma' that. At this point just give him the 1756 looking ass scroll already!!! 

“Pleeeeeeeaase???” Sally said, sticking out her lip as she wobbled it slightly. Charlie Brown face-palmed, looking away as he grumbled to himself. 

He didn’t want to go to bed…he really really didn’t…

The hazel brown eyed preteen has only been studying all week! 

…Which, now that he thought about it…that is a lot of time looking over notes, making flashcards and reviewing homework’s…

“I’m gonna worry all night thinking about you, big brother!” The younger whined as she sneakingly switched her tactics into making the other go to sleep, “Do you really want me staying up all nightworrying??? I’ll get grey/gray hairs before I turn ten—”

“Okay, okay!!” Charlie Brown said as he cut her off, “I’ll go to bed...yeesh.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed, “You mean you’ll go to sleep?”

The elder sighed loudly, “Yes, Ally…I’ll go to sleep.”

Sally’s eyes softened at the nickname, a small smile spreading to her face but her expression still remaining firm, “Promise?”

He nodded, “I promise.”

“…Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” 

“Pinky promise with whipped cream and sprinkles with a cherry on top?” 

The older preteen blinked in confusion but just shook his head fondly, chuckling lightly, “I pinky promise with whipped cream and sprinkles with a cherry on top.” 

The younger blonde raised a brow, “I don’t trust you…I should keep an eye on you to make sure you fall asleep.” She said as she went underneath the other’s covers, getting comfortable. 

Charlie Brown laughed, going in his bed and going underneath the covers as he snuggled into the pillow, “Whatever you say, Al-Al.” 

A comfortable silence loomed over the two as Sally went and turned off the lights, the only light luminating around the room being a night light. 

The baby blue eyed girl swiftly got closer to her elder brother, lying down next to him as he wrapped her in a hug as she buried her face in his chest. 

“You’re warm…” The girl in pink pajamas mumbled. 

“Thank you..?” The honey brown eyed kid said, letting out a quiet squeak as his sibling nuzzled her face in the side of his neck. “S-Sahahally!” 

“Hm?” The other hummed absentmindedly.  

“Gehehet o-ohout!!” 

“But your waaaaarm…!” She whined as she nuzzled harder.

“AHAH— snrt! W-Wait! Sally n-noho wahahait!!” Charlie giggled as he turned around, curling in on himself as his little sister tickled his sides. “Sahall Sahahall!! PlahaHEASE! I-I thohought hic yohou wanted hic meehee tahahoo hic gohoh to SLEEHEEP!” 

“I do! Go to sleep.” 

“Ihihi’m TRYIHING!” The boy giggled, flapping his hands against the other’s arms. “S-Stahap ihiHAT! Gohoh awahay!” 

“Stop~? Stop whaaaat~?” The girl giggled, her soft smile becoming mostly snarky now. 

“Yohour’e— hic! Yohohou’re— squeal! Nahaha stAHAP!!” Charlie squeaked.

“But why~?” The younger blonde teased as she kneaded her older brother’s hips, “Is it 'cuz you’re tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“NOHOH!!” The taller preteen denied loudly as a small blush slowly spread across his cheekbones, “SahaHALLY cohome OHAN whyhyhy?!?” 

The shorter one just shrugged, “'Cuz I wanna!”

“Thehen dohohon’t!” The boy in yellow and black said as he sat up, grabbing his sister’s wrists as they made eye contact, “Ihihit ihis tehen o’clohock, Sahal…”

“So?” 

“Wehee hic hahave schooHOOL ihin the snrt mohohorning!!”

“Well, then you should’ve listened to me in the first plaaaaace~!” The younger sing-songed as she dug her fingers into Charlie’s underarms. “ShiHIT! SHIHIHAT!! Noho— hic nahahat THEHERE!” He cried, kicking his legs on the mattress. “GEHET ahaHOUT!! I-I cahahan’t!”

The younger blonde just giggled in amusement, trying her absolute best to keep herself composed and not lightly poke fun at the other’s helpless hysterics, “You caaaaan’t~? Can’t whaaaaaat~?”

“M-Myhy GAHASH SAHAHALLY gehet ohoFF!” The elder cried.

“And why should I?” The light blue eyed preteen questioned, getting her hands out from her big brother’s underarm’s and pinning his arms up with one hand, letting the other teasingly wiggle over his stomach. 

Charlie’s eyes widened, nervous yet giddy cackles pouring out of his mouth, “WAHAHAIT!! SAHAL hic NAHA— snrt!! SIHIHIS PLAHAHEASE NAHAT THEHEHERE!!” 

“But why~?” The girl asked again.

“YOHOU snrt KNOHOW WHYHYHY!!”

“I don’t think I do~!” Sally hummed, tickling the other’s stomach mercilessly with one hand, “Care to explain, big bro~?”  

The yellow cladded boy’s eyes shot out of his sockets, his laugh duplicating in volume as his sister almost (almost) retracted from the sudden shriek, “D'aww…that tickle, Char-Bar?”

“WIHIHILL YOHOHOU SNRT SHUHUHUSH?!” The elder said as he flailed his arms around. “Nah, I’m good.” The shorter preteen smiled as she blew raspberries on the taller’s tummy.

The honey brown eyed kid threw his head back, happy tears starting to run down his face as he kicked his legs in the air desperately, “PLAHAHAHEASE!!!”

The older preteen layed limp on the bed as his hands flailed in the air, not being able to do anything else but just laugh his head off, “SAHAHALLY IHI— SNRT!! I-IHIHAH!!! IHI’M SNRT SNRT GEHEHETTING YOHOU SNRT BAHACK FOHOHOR HIC THIHIS!!” 

“Oh will you now~?” The younger said as she unpredictably switched from raspberries to nibbles in a matter of seconds. 

“GOOHOOD HIC GREHEHEIF!! SNRT AHAHAHALLY!!!”

The shorter preteen nibbled the other’s sides, using her free hand to tickle at the other’s ribs, “That’s my name~! Don’t wear it out~!”

“IHIHAT’S SAHAHA SNRT SOHO— SQUEAL!!”

“So whaaaaaat~?”

“SAHAHALLY!!!” The elder hiccuped, lightly hitting her arms. 

The younger blonde’s grin turned to a small genuine smile as her usually sad and closed off sibling turned to a giggly loud giggler(e) in a matter on seconds. 

Good ol Charlie Brown…

“AHAH— HIC!! IHI GAHAHIVE!! IHI HIC GIHIVE!!!” Charlie shouted, “NOHAH!!! NOHOHO SNRT SNRT MOHOHORE!!!” 

Sally just shrugged, going back to nibbling her older brother’s tummy as she lightly traced around his navel…

…Talk about ruthless.

“OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY!!! ALRIGHT SNRT MHYHY GOHOD! J-JUHUHUST STHAHAP!!!” The elder sibling cried, “IHIHI’LL DO AHAHANYTHIHIHING!!”

“Aaaaaannyyyyythiiiiing~?”

“YEHEHES!! YES SNRT SNRT YEHES SNRT YEHES SNRT ANYTHING!!!” 

“Go to bed.” Sally said simply. 

“THAHAHAT’S WHAHAT I WAHAHAAS TRYING TO DO IHIN THEHEE FIRST PLACE!!!” The honey brown eyed preteen howled.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” The baby blue eyed girl sweetly mused, stopping her vicious and un-called for attack as she layed back down next to her sibling, “Communication is key when it comes to a relationship, Char-Char.”

“Dihihid Luhucy snrt give snrt yohohou thahat snrt advice?” Charlie Brown asked curiously. 

“Nah— you did. You can be pretty wise when you want to.” The girl exclaimed as she yawned, stretching slightly, “Well…sometimes…kinda…like 20% of the time.”

“Yeesh…what a way to build a guy up and then bring him down.” The older huffed, crossing his arms as he hugged his sister once again. Sally melted into the touch, resting her head on her big brother’s chest as she listened to his heartbeat, “Oh puh-lease. Y’know I love you.” She giggled. 

“Love you too, Sal…goodnight.” The taller mumbled sleepily.

“Goodnight!”

.   .   .

“Charlie are there infinite words?” The pink pajama girl randomly questioned, disturbing her brother’s peace and quiet (also called 'a good night’s sleep). 

“No, Ally…but there are infinite numbers!” The boy explained. 

“Well, if there is a word for every number, then there must be infinite words.” 

Oh good grief…

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[pondslime]

hi im working on my first how fic and im wondering if u could share any tips 😭 i feel like im never going to finish but i wanna contribute my own brain rot to the fandom so bad

omg hello anon!! first of all, that's super frickin exciting!! I'm not sure what kinda fic ur planning on writing, so take all this w/a grain of salt!! as a how writer of exclusively filthnasty, a lot of my advice is gonna stem from that lmao

stream of consciousness bullshit below:

only write shit u want to write.

that sounds really self-explanatory and dumb, but I mean it.

fanfiction is inherently a creative medium to play around w/anything and everything that tickles ur brain. what has the canon not given u? what more do u want? for me, it's mountain dew-tinged dick from a dumbass murderhick. so I write a lot of that in response 💀.

imo, with fic writing, u can easily get trapped into the pitfall of trying to write to appease a group of ppl/their favorite tropes/write based on what u think OTHER PPL want to read. and not what U want to write. DON'T DO THAT LMAO!!!

this especially filters into writing smut tbh.

me? I ONLY write the shit that I'm chomping @ the bit for. if I'm not ooga booga cavewoman about it......it ain’t getting written lmao. horny delirium drives 26838446% of my fics.

don't feel like u have to indulge in things that u aren't into!! it will translate into ur work and be very noticeable. that's not to say don't take risks/push past ur comfort zone!! I definitely vault over the fence of safe and sane w/the shit I write! but it’s always coming from a genuine interest and DESIRE to push those boundaries.

basically. if it doesn't make ur brain light up like a fork in the microwave, don't be scared to mix it up and see what DOES do that.

sometimes all it takes is a rewatch of this dumbass movie to get the gears inside my peanut brain spinning and then I'm off to the races. other times, I just have ideas bopping around my brain like errant ping pong balls, and nothing really hits. that's fine!! even tho it feels so ANNOYING lmao. u won't always be inspired or have 7834847447 words in ur head to spit out. that's v normal.

reading and engaging with other ppl's fics can be endlessly inspiring and fun as hell!! I also STRONGLY suggest reading other things as well. NON-fic related things!! books, poetry, articles. read!!! getting different perspectives/stories about things wholly seperate from fandom is so valuable. u can pick up on writing techniques and see the myriad of ways ppl use language!! even if u end up reading things u dislike, that doesn't take away from the value of it. bc now u know what to avoid/omit in ur own work!!

also. don't feel like u have to write a huge massive magnum opus for ur first fic. my first contribution to this fandom was 2k words of weird debauchery bc I watched this movie and immediately wanted botulism splintertoenail to be mean to me. that was straight up my first n only thought after finishing this fuckin film. like.......OH........what I would give 2 be degraded w/a beer bottle while this loser watches jeopardy or some shit. 🤡🪦 I was coasting purely on the bimbo gas fumes that were leaking out of the screen. I suggest u do the same.

don't overthink it!!! just have fun!! this is our sillygoofy degenerate hobby!! write from the heart (or the pussy, idk live ur life) and don't take urself too seriously. we're all just playing dolls w/a bunch of stinky murdermen. go crazy go stupid 🤪🔨

[elysianslove]

CONGRATS ON 11K!! you really deserve it and your work really is amazing💕

can i please have a matchup and trope for haikyuu (male please).

here is some of my traits, my pronouns are she/her. My MBTI is ENFJ-T and i really love to sing. i am also pretty competitive yet i am also very supportive of those around me (sometimes too supportive). i love physical touch such as hugs and cuddles. i also love animals and parks and going on walks. my friends say that i am pretty bubbly and energetic, they say i vibe like the color yellow. i also love food and music. as i said earlier i love to sing and i love different music genres such as musical theatre and kpop. i am also the eldest of 3 in my family so i like taking care of others and i am really protective of them. lastly, i am quite emotional, so there are times when i have down days easily.  i know LOVE to bake and play the guitar. recently i am also learning how to crochet! I really dislike mean and insensitive people. They really make me annoyed. I really hate peanut butter I really dont like it omg. I also don't like people who make others feel bad, in any way at all.

for my relationship habits, i have never been in an actual relationship but i do move around in bed alot (like i kick the blanket off of me often). i also think i would overthink alot since i have never been in a relationship i think that i would worry if i were good enough and such.

thank you so much for this and congrats again💕

thank you soso much and omg you sound like the cutest person jsbsjdjd also same i hate peanut butter it’s nasty 😭 i really hope you like this bb!!

↬ your haikyuu matchup: aone takanobu !

↬ your fanfiction trope: snowed in !

— headcanon: every time aone kisses you, it’s like it’s for the first time. not just in the way it continues to steal your breath and tickle at your tummy even after all this time, but because of the way he kisses you: gently. so, so gently. he cups your face sweetly and smiles so softly at you, leaning down to peck lightly at your lips, pulling back momentarily before pressing his lips against yours once more. when he pulls back again, he stared down at you with stars in his eyes, lightly caressing your cheek with his thumb. he kisses you like that every other time. just so, so gently, like you’re made of glass, like he can’t believe you’re all his and he can just kiss you whenever he’d like. he has that privilege and it baffles him. he’s so appreciative of you and everything that you are, and you feel it, with every single press of his lips against yours.

[trashyswitch]

The Black & Purple Cat Boy

Virgil has rare moments where he wants to be a cuddly kitty. Patton is over the moon over it, and starts to use his dad skills to further make the cat boy happy.

Later, Logan becomes a puddle of mush from the overwhelming cutesy behaviour.

What's this?! 2 fanfictions in 1 day?! IMPOSSIBLE! OoO

This one is inspired by an experience on my trip to the cottage, and a couple adorable people I happen to know...😉

Virgil was walking around the house looking for people to cuddle him. He was carrying around a fleece blanket, wearing a pair of fluffy cat ears and looking like he hasn’t slept in 5 years straight. Virgil, in need of cuddles as soon as possible, walked up to Patton first. Virgil felt fairly comfortable with being a cat around Patton in the past. Patton doesn’t judge him for acting like a quiet attention-seeker and always encourages the behaviour.

So, Virgil knelt down on the side of Patton’s lazy leather chair and rested his chin on the armrest. Patton looked over and smiled. “Hi Virgil. Feeling affectionate today?” Patton asked, giving Virgil’s hair and scalp a nice massage. Virgil slowly closed his eyes and smiled happily as he melted from the loving touch.

“Mmmmm hmmmm…” Virgil hummed back slowly as he moved closer to the touch.

Patton removed his hand, and was immediately met with a desperate sad frown and a whimper from Virgil. Patton smiled empathetically and patted his thighs to invite Virgil up onto his lap. Without wasting a second, Virgil hopped up onto the chair and snuggled up next to him. As soon as Virgil was comfortable, Patton started hugging the emo and massaging Virgil’s head again. Virgil smiled and started melting into the wonderful feeling again.

“What’s making you so cuddly today?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno.” Virgil mumbled to himself quietly. “Just feelin’ cuddly.” He added.

Patton nodded in understanding. “I get that.” He reacted calmly. “You’re just feeling a little extra needy.” Patton told him softly.

Virgil nodded slightly and began melting further and further into the loving touch that the father figure was giving him. It felt amazing to him. It felt like a professional massager was making him fall asleep with their miracle hands alone. Everyone was often asking for massages, back rubs and belly rubs from Patton thanks to this incredible ability. But Virgil doesn’t normally ask for any touches of love due to being the living embodiment of anxiety. But when he does, the moments last for a very long time.

Soon, Virgil started snuggling his nose into Patton’s neck to try and get more comfy in Patton’s neck. Surprised by the cute but ticklish action, Patton curled in slightly and let out a small giggle. Virgil opened his eyes slightly and lifted his head up. “What’s so funny?” Virgil asked softly.

Patton patted him on the shoulder to get Virgil to lay back down. “Nothing, nothing. You’re being so adorable and I’m going crazy over it.” Patton told him.

Virgil blushed as he placed his head back onto Patton’s shoulder. Patton continued his back rubbing, and even took a moment to move the emo’s hanging bangs away from Virgil’s cheek and behind his ear. This time, Virgil let out a surprise giggle and lifted his hand up to touch his ear.

“What’s so funny?” Patton teased.

“Stahahap it. My hair’s fine where it is.” Virgil told Pat.

“But it was in your face!” Patton reacted. “What? Do you like your bangs hanging over your ears?” Patton asked as he drew his finger on the front of Virgil’s ear.

Virgil let out a snort and began flapping his hands to shield his ear.

“Are you abnormally giggly today?” Patton asked, not fully getting the memo.

Virgil nodded. “Yeheheah.” Virgil replied. Curiously, Patton lifted his head up and lightly blew onto Virgil’s outer ear. “HEHEhehehe! Yohohou’re tihicklihihing mehehe!” Virgil giggled as he shook his head.

“Are your ears ticklish?” Patton asked, before giving Virgil’s ear a light scratch.

Virgil let out yet another snort and started tapping Patton’s shoulder. “Yehehes!” Virgil replied.

Patton moved his fingers up to the exposed ear and started scratching the back of the ear excitedly. Almost immediately, Virgil bursted into high-pitched giggles. “Awww! The cuddly kitty has ticklish ears!” Patton teased.

Virgil snorted yet again, and tried hiding it by tossing his head over to the armrest to shield his ticklish ear.

Patton gasped. “I’ve been wanting to test this one out!” Patton reacted before scratching the back of Virgil’s left ear.

“BaHAHAHA! Nooohohohohoho! Cohohome ohohon!” Virgil giggled helplessly.

Patton lifted his head up and lifted an eyebrow with an evil smirk. “Are you challenging me?” Patton asked.

“Nohoho, Ihihihi’m nahahahat!” Virgil giggled back.

“Oh! It’s on, like Donkey Kong!” Patton declared.

Before Virgil could stop it, Patton started skittering his fingers all over Virgil’s belly.

“WAHAHAHA! NAAAAHAHAHA!” Virgil bursted out! He quickly grabbed onto Patton’s wrists and wiggled around in Patton’s tickly grasp.

“Tickle tickle tickle, my adorable purple cat!” Patton teased.

“WHAHAHAT HAHAHAPPEHENED TOHOHO CUHUHUDDLEHEHES?!” Virgil yelled.

“I’m still cuddling you, I’m just adding tickles into the mix! Cuddles and tickles go together like peanut butter and crofters!” Patton replied.

Virgil finally let go of Patton’s wrists and started rocking back and forth with his arms against his chest. Virgil was kicking his legs like the world depended on it, and was clenching his fists until the red color matched his blushing face. With all the playfulness and wiggle worming around, Virgil’s pale face seemed to fill with color that made him look less vampire-like and more human. It was all an adorable scene that even the most apathetic person in existence, could fall in love with.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY, YOHOHOU CAHAHAN STAHAP NOHOHOW!” Virgil ordered.

“Ey ey Captain!” Patton replied as he removed his hands and laid the giggly man back down. Virgil’s laughter turned to giggles and breathlessness as he gained back his cuddly composure.

“Wahahas...wahas thahahat reheally nehehessessahary?” Virgil asked.

“I thought it was. I almost wonder if you liked it.” Patton said subtly.

Virgil’s eyes widened. How did he KNOW that?! Virgil looked at Patton with a guilty facial expression before sinking further into the chair. Patton giggled and gave Virgil’s ears another tickle before completely stopping.

“Hahahahaha! Hohohow...Ihis it that obvious?” Virgil asked, rubbing his ear.

Patton smirked and leaned into his ear. “As obvious as the sun.” Patton whispered.

Virgil could feel his red face growing into a dark scarlet color. He couldn’t hide the truth even if he tried. It’s like trying to hide an elephant inside a closet. The walls would be creaking and crumbling down into dust, and the elephant would just make endless noises until it was found by the authorities.

“Aaah, I thought I sensed a familiar sight…” someone said behind them.

Patton turned to his right and brightened upon seeing who it was. “Hi Logan!” Patton greeted quietly.

Logan widened his eyes and covered his mouth for a moment or two. He pointed at Virgil. “Is he sleeping?” Logan whispered.

Virgil tittered and lifted his head up. “Still awake.” Virgil replied.

“Oh. Hi Virgil.” Logan greeted.

“Hi Logan. I am a cat. Meow.” Virgil said, waving his loose fist like a kitty paw.

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise. It looked like he had just been hit with a brain error. Patton seemed to have hit a brain error as well! But, his brain error quickly solved itself.

“Oh my GOSH-you’resuchacutiepie!” Patton cooed and squished Virgil’s face.

Wanting to make Patton overload further, Virgil stuck his tongue out and ‘blepped’ at him. Patton gasped excitedly and turned Virgil’s face around to face Logan. “He blepped!” Patton squeaked with a huge smile.

Logan just stared at Virgil and blinked in surprise. Virgil brought his tongue back in, and tilted his head to the side. “Hm?” Virgil hummed with the most innocent expression on his face.

Logan walked up to Virgil and slowly started to smile. Eager to see what would happen, Logan booped Virgil on his snout. In an attempt to look at his nose, Virgil went cross-eyed.

Logan actually let out a giggle and booped Virgil’s snoot again! This time, Virgil pouted and covered up his nose with his fists. “Stahp it.” Virgil ordered in a slightly high-pitched low voice.

Logan couldn’t take it anymore. The scene was just too adorable! So, Logan took in a deep breath and picked up Virgil under the armpits. “You’re mine now.” Logan declared.

Virgil’s cute facade suddenly dropped and was replaced with toddler-like anger. “Hey! Put me down.” Virgil ordered.

But, Logan didn’t. Instead, Logan turned Virgil around and wrapped his arms around Virgil’s chest. Virgil’s back was now resting in Logan’s chest while Virgil was stuck in a nerdy hug. Virgil huffed, and tried to keep an angry expression on his face. But it’s secretly really hard to stay angry when someone is willingly using your soft and cuddly weakness against you.

Logan looked at Virgil from the shoulder. “Why so gloomy?” Logan asked.

“Why are you being so affectionate?” Virgil asked.

“Because you were asking for cuddles the same way an anime cat girl would ask for snuggles: By being adorable and pouty.” Logan explained.

“He might want more tickles.” Patton admitted. Virgil yelped and shot Patton an angry look.

“Tickles?” Logan asked.

As Logan started lowering the emo down to the ground, Virgil suddenly started wiggling. “No. No no nono no. No. Tickles.” Virgil warned.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on tickling you.” Logan told him. The nerd laid the man down onto the carpet. “I was planning on giving you belly rubs.” Logan explained as he lifted up Virgil’s sweater.

Virgil squeaked and covered up his belly with his arms, and looked away from the nerd awkwardly. A big red blush had reappeared on Virgil’s face while a loving smile appeared on Logan’s. Logan started scratching and rubbing Virgil’s belly very lightly. It took exactly 3 seconds for a wobbly smile to show up on Virgil’s lips, and for Virgil to start lightly wiggling around as small titters and snorts started leaving his mouth.

Logan gasped and stared at Virgil with stars in his eyes. “You’re a snorting kitty.” Logan whispered excitedly.

Utterly embarrassed, Virgil covered up his face with his hands. Logan only giggled at this and started massaging Virgil’s bare belly.

“Hehehehehe! HahahAHAHA! Lohohoho! Thihihis ihis mehehehean!” Virgil argued.

Logan, eager to prove something, lifted up his hands and watched Virgil’s facial expression.

Virgil’s giggles and big smile quickly fell and morphed into a confused, and hurt expression. The cherry on top, was the little hum of hurt and betrayal. It was like Virgil was telling him ‘Why would you stop? How dare you stop. I was liking that’.

“Do you like being belly rubbed?” Logan asked him.

Virgil’s hurt expression dropped into an annoyed pouty face. He even crossed his arms to add to the expression. “No.” Virgil finally replied.

“Oh. Then I should probably stop then.” Logan told him with a slightly sad expression of his own.

When Logan tried to stand up however, Virgil grabbed his wrist and refused to let him leave. He wasn’t looking at Logan though. He was just looking away, looking a little embarrassed with a big blush showering his cheeks.

“So let me get this straight…” Logan muttered.

“-The irony.” Virgil added bluntly.

“You...want me to stay. Does that mean you liked the belly rubs?” Logan asked.

Virgil kept looking away from him, but slightly nodded.

Logan smiled at his honesty. “Would you like me to keep going?” Logan asked.

Virgil let a small smile show up on his lips as he dragged Logan’s hand onto his exposed belly. “Please?” Virgil asked.

Logan lightly removed Virgil’s grip and readied his hands for pouncing. “I’d love to.” Logan replied.

Logan quickly landed his fingers and started skittering, massaging, poking and drumming his fingers all over Virgil’s bare belly.

“HAHAHAHA! *snort* YAHAHAHAHAHA! YAHAHAY! THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOHOU!” Virgil laughed excitedly.

Logan chuckled and melted upon hearing his words through the laughter. “You are going to be the cause of my death one day!” Logan told him.

Patton laughed at that. “Name: Logan Sanders. Cause of death: Cuteness Overload.” Patton teased. Logan just laughed at his joke further as he resumed the massaging and finger-wiggling.

Virgil continued to laugh, squirm and snort with glee as his belly was exploited similarly to a puppy’s. Logan’s fingers never seemed to let up despite Patton’s distractions, which only made the experience more enjoyable for him. At the same time, Logan had started cooing and teasing him like he would to a giggling newborn and had broken down his walls of maturity to give Virgil the tickling of his life.

When Logan had finally given the emo a break, Virgil pulled him and Patton into a loving hug to thank them both for the love and affection. Virgil, Patton and surprisingly Logan, ended up cuddling like this for hours after the tickling! And when the 3 adults woke up again, they were surprised to see themselves covered in a Wall-E printed blanket, surrounded by Winnie the Pooh and Webkinz stuffies that watched over the trio.

No one knows who had done this...

And the only person that ever knew, was the side that did it...

[newsiegirlscout]

Lightfoot Quarantine Headcanons

(These are a few headcanons to pass the time with some more optimistic friends; stay safe and wash your hands!)

--So as suspected, Barley ropes the others into playing Quests of Yore first thing, as often as possible.

--Colt infamously waged a short-range attack on the gelatinous cube. It. Did not end well.

--Barley is an essential worker and he jokes about it being the first time he’s been considered essential once before Ian threatens to show up at his job and pull the whole “Barley special” bit.

--”What is this? A brother coming to pay calls at my place of work just to inform the other village folk how adeptly I handle my profession?”

--”Barley, be quiet and appreciate yourself or I’ll intentionally go the wrong way up aisles.”

--Laurel and Barley come back from work with masks at the same time, coincidentally in the same patterns. Ian walks down to Target immediately after he sees them just to get a mask that doesn’t have a dragon on it. 

--Barley quotes The Princess Bride at work in response to any reference to his mask and the customers love it.

--If Laurel and Colt don’t have to enforce the “No magic in the house” rule every other Tuesday--

--Many shenanigans ensue with using random things (moss, wildflowers, cool rocks) as assist elements to see what happens.

--Once Ian forgot he still had a splinter from practice and accidentally cursed Barley with a tickling cantrip. He never did hear the end of that one.

--Laurel jokingly "grounded" him for that one, to which Barley immediately declared since they were all on indefinite lockdown, the world was a lawless place and revenge-tickled Ian.

--Sometimes when Ian is really stressed out, Barley invites him to go for a “quest”. There, they drive past Ye Olde 7-11, grab some ice cream on the way up to Raven’s Point, pop the trunk, sit in the back, and just...watch the world go by for a little while.

(A la this amazing fanfiction which is *chef kiss*....I have read it....five times since lockdown? I’m okay.)

--Ian dislikes online classes, but Barley always counters with "Still better than shilling out $800 for textbook PDFs."

--It's also more entertaining than it should be to watch Barley rant about the scandal of charging full price for textbook PDFs.

--"I am a history major!! I should feel the ink and parchment beneath my fingers as strongly as the satyr playwrights of Greece did when they first penned the script! TAVISH OF ATHENS DID NOT WRITE 'OF SERPENTS AND STARS' TO CRASH WHEN TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE USING THE WI-FI."

--Blazey gets sooo many cuddles and has learned to squish under doors.

--Colt was unofficially kicked off the wi-fi during the most frequent overlapping Lightfoot class hours, so he plays with Blazey. As a result, Colt is now one of her most favorite people ever.

--The first time Ian got Blazey, Colt whistled for her, and she scrambled off Ian's lap and up to Colt, Ian pretended to be scandalized by her treachery.

--Blazey is also the best hot-water bottle for a cold night. Colt's friendship has absolutely nothing to do with the fact centaurs sleep in, essentially, nice stables.

--You think you need a haircut? Poor Colt’s tail got long enough to tangle with his back legs when he galloped five weeks in. While centaurs can wash and brush their tails easily, they are not quite flexible enough to cut them.

--The Manticore's Tavern is tragically understaffed for courtyard delivery; Barley pulls a shift now and again between his usual job and classes and the Manticore is unbelievably grateful.

--This boy can move orders like all-get-out, double the tip jar in three hours, and still spend most of his time on his phone or messing with Quest of Yore cards.

--Laurel and Barley pick up groceries and essentials weekly, but are notorious for forgetting that One Thing. Or two. Or five. Or vaguely remembering the list and happily checking out with a cart full of fruit juice and snack packs.

--The last few days before the next shopping trip inevitably become slapdash cooking competitions between two or three people at a time (or, if it’s really unsuccessful, pizza nights).

--Everything Laurel makes has a smiley face on it. Waffles? Sunny-side up. PB&J? Happiest meal of the day. Salmon piccata? Smiley face, comes with a note reminding you to do your best and show someone your friendly smile if she’s working on autopilot.

--Ian always attempts something elaborate, and it ends up as A) a decent four-star meal or B) fire.

--Barley’s entries always slap. You give him an egg, a pack of bacon, and half a box of spaghetti and he comes back with pasta carbonara. Nobody knows how he does it (there’s a rumor going around that he just throws it away and MordorDashes something when nobody is looking), but he does work with what he have and has a few sneaky cooking tricks.

--Every one of Colt’s entries is some form of queso griffin skillet, and there’s always way too much of it. He has a near-perfect record of wins by unanimous vote and Colt’s entries are lowkey anticipated all week.

--Near-perfect means he lost, once.....to the time Laurel and Barley teamed up to make a better queso griffin skillet.

--There wasn’t even any actual queso in the house, good lord. 

--The boys stay quiet and inside for one (1) day and it's because they were building a LEGO castle.

--At some point Laurel changes into pyjama pants in the middle of the day. Ian asks her about it ("Mom, shouldn't you, uh, be wearing pants?") and she counters with "Why?"

--Ian leaves and comes back in pyjama pants.

--Colt has some kind of squad groupchat which he checks for a minute once in a blue moon. (There are few calls to go on, so it’s mostly, “My girlfriend’s kids liberated my hair clips and are serving a three-minute house arrest.” or “The eldest just put peanut butter on scrambled eggs, now that’s a crime.”) 

--Long story short, someone offers a giant roll of butcher paper and even as he trots over to pick it up, Colt knows it’s the worst decision he’s ever made.

--It is.

--Ian and Barley get super excited when they first see it and spend days drawing or playing games on it in table-length sheets. 

--Laurel gets tired of scooting past them every time she tosses something in the overflowing recycling, so she tapes them up like wallpaper with gold stars and compliments .

--Ian gets embarrassed when he first sees them, but Barley takes five seconds to pull a turnaround power move and start making a big deal about his stickers, especially in comparison to Ian’s.

--”Dearest mother! As you see here, Iandore has earned a green star for his magnificent drawing of a hippogriff--”

--”That was a hippogriff? I thought it was Mr. Nakamura, from the dry-cleaner’s. He loved it on FaeBook, even has it printed out and framed in his apartment!”

--”Ian has earned a green star for his magnificent drawing of Mr. Nakamura, but my, very similar picture of a pegasus has been acknowledged with but an orange star. Orange is the colour of defeat.”

--Absolutely, they would do faerie lights and bunnies in windows.

--Barley unsuccessfully proposes that fencing, ultimate frisbee, and archery are socially distanced sports (until you hit someone, that is), but he and Ian are kings of geocaching.

--Ian is content to read or draw by himself, but Barley is always a fairly affectionate person. He got a minor cold at some point and had a six-foot yardstick propped up in his bedroom just to lightly smack Barley with when he got too close.

--Ian reads the entirety of that one really long fantasy series (yes, that one, with the dragons) and soon becomes more or less illiterate.

--Too many conversations have opened walking in on Barley throwing sticky hands at the walls (yes, like Alex Hirsch) and asking, “Can I have some?”

--Colt is about six feet long and is infamous for asking in full Cop Manner whether people who won’t wear masks or want to see managers are “having a problem.”

--Laurel manages just to keep her sanity mostly because she is always down for a pillow fight.

[ladylillianrose]

Seasons of Love a Max Richman/Zoey Clarke Fanfiction

A/N: Alright guys we are headed into the home stretch! Just 2 more chapters left! Thank you all for the lovely comments and for reading this! I really appreciate you taking the time to read my work and letting me know how much you enjoy it! It means so much to me!

Thanks to aubreyrichman for reading it over and fixing my errors!

As always I’m just borrowing the characters for fun, they belong to the genius that is Austin Winsberg!

Summary: Thanksgiving with the Clarke family

This month's song is “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart (Listen to it here https://youtu.be/Hphwfq1wLJs )

November 26 Thanksgiving

October 31 Halloween

September 23 Max’s Birthday

August 12 Perseids Meteor Shower

July 4 Independence Day

June 21 Father’s Day

May 10 Mother’s Day

April 12 Easter

March 17 St. Patrick’s Day

February 14 Valentine’s Day

December 31-January 1 New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day

Thanksgiving was the only time Maggie allowed Zoey to "help" in the kitchen. There was so much to prepare and do that she needed all hands on deck.

David and Emily were off the hook for helping since they had their hands full with Peter. He had started teething recently and was having trouble being soothed. Which, of course, meant that David and Emily were both exhausted. 

Zoey finished getting the table set, while Maggie basted the turkey and Max worked on mashing the potatoes.

"Anything else I can help with Mom?" She asked, looking to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

Maggie glanced up, "No, I think we're good. Why don't you just sit and keep us company?"

"Sure, I can do that," she reached for a chair at the island when she heard Peter begin to cry.

"Why don't I go offer them a break," Zoey left the kitchen, and headed upstairs. She knocked on the door to David's old room. He opened the door looking exhausted and holding a crying Peter.

"Gimme," Zoey said, holding out her hands.

David breathed a sigh of relief as he handed him over. "Here's his teether. He can have some Motrin in about an hour if he's still a mess "

Peter had stopped crying as soon as he was in his Aunt's arms. He was watching her hair as it bounced up and down when she nodded at David.

"Come on, Peter, let's go see what Grandma and Uncle Max are up to," she said cheerfully.

Even in his exhausted state David looked at her oddly, "Something you haven't told us?"

"Huh?" Zoey wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"Uncle Max? I don't see a ring there?" David nodded at her bare left hand.

Zoey turned bright red, "Just a slip of the tongue."

David chuckled, "Relax, Sis. He's practically family, anyway, I'm just teasing you. Actually, I wanted to run something by you. It’s just Emily and I were talking about it, and we were wondering if you and Max would be Peter's godparents." 

"Godparents? As in?"

"More like you get to be his extra special Aunt and Uncle."

"Are you saying that you don't think I'm special enough?" Zoey teased. 

"Yeah yeah, you know what I mean. It also means that Emily and I would name you guys Peter's legal guardians in case something ever happens to us."

"Oh, David," Zoey reached out to grasp his hand. "Of course I will. Though, you should be the one to tell Max. I think it would mean a lot coming from you."

"Of course. Thanks Zo, it's important to us that he's in good hands." 

Zoey leaned in and hugged him as tight as she could while holding Peter.

"Now go on, some of us need to try and nap," David said, waving her off.

"Look who I escaped with!" Zoey laughed as she entered the kitchen, bouncing Peter up and down excitedly.

Maggie grinned, stopping long enough to drop a kiss on her grandson's head.

"Are your toothies bothering you again?” She glanced at his red and tear stained cheeks. "Poor guy. Here, Grandma knows what to do." Maggie reached into the freezer and pulled out a frozen washcloth.

Zoey took it and held it up to Peter. Peter grabbed it, shoving a corner of it into his mouth and began sucking away. 

"Is that better? Grandma’s pretty smart like that," Zoey said, smiling at him.

She walked over to where Max was getting the stuffing ready for the oven.

She smiled as he dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Hey, buddy," he said to Peter. "Hanging out with Auntie Zo? Can't say I blame you, she's pretty cool."

Zoey laughed, "I thought we had already established how not cool we are."

Max grinned, "Ah but Peter doesn't have a concept of cool yet, so anything you do is cool enough for him."

Zoey shook her head. "Peter, your Uncle Max is being ridiculous."

Max whipped his head up and looked at her. She didn't seem to realize what she had just said.

Zoey started humming as she swayed back and forth with Peter. She glanced at Max who was looking at her with something akin to awe on his face.

“Max, honey? Are you okay?”

Max grinned and nodded at her. “I’m fine, babe. Just thinking about something.”

Zoey nodded and turned back to Peter who was starting to fall asleep in her arms. 

Maggie came over and held out her arms for him, “I’ll take him back to David. Max, can you just keep an eye on things?”

“Of course. I won’t let Zoey anywhere near the stove,” he said, tossing a wink her way. Maggie chuckled and left with Peter.

Zoey made a face at him, swatting his hands away when he attempted to placate her with a hug.

“Nope, you’re being mean!” she chastised, turning her back to him.

Max wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’m just teasing you, sweetheart. I love that you’re a terrible cook. It gives me the chance to cook for you.” 

Zoey leaned back against him. “Well, I do love it when you cook for me,” she admitted, begrudgingly.

Max chuckled, he turned her in his arms and gave her a soft kiss.

Max pulled away to check on the food.

Zoey took a seat, enjoying the view of him bending over to open the oven. She let out a small whistle.

Max glanced back at her and shook his head with a grin. 

“What can I say? I enjoy the view,” Zoey cheekily said.

“Mmm I see, you only want me for my body,” he teased.

Zoey watched, entranced as Max began to shake his hips to a nonexistent beat.

He turned around, and catching the direction of her gaze, he tossed a wink at her as he began to sing

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, tell me so 

Zoey couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her as Max pulled her against him, continuing the song.

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so

Max pulled back and looked at her face flushed with laughter. "Sorry, I can't remember how the rest of the song goes," Max said, shrugging.

Zoey started laughing again as she pulled him down to kiss him.

"What's so funny?" Max asked between kisses.

"Nothing, you're just cute," Zoey grinned.

Maggie came back into the kitchen, smiling as she saw the happy couple laughing. She felt a pang in her chest as she wished that Mitch was there to see how happy Zoey was. 

They pulled apart, blushing as they realized Maggie had been watching them.

Maggie waved them off. "Looks like everything is about ready. So, let's get it on the table and we can all eat."

The family, minus Peter who was still sleeping, gathered around the table.There was a slight air of sadness to the meal. It was the first of the big holidays that they would be facing without Mitch. David carved the turkey and they toasted in memory of Mitch.

While they ate, they shared stories and memories of Thanksgivings past.

 Max chuckled as Maggie described the year that Zoey was insistent that they eat only what Snoopy had served in the Peanuts Thanksgiving special.

"She was 5 and so very stubborn," Maggie laughed. "And she stood there telling Mitch that he was wrong, that we didn't need a Turkey for thanksgiving, but instead needed jelly beans,  toast, popcorn, pretzels and ice cream sundaes. And you know how Mitch was, so of course he goes out and braves the grocery store the day before Thanksgiving to get everything on Zoey's list."

Zoey flushed, taking a drink of her wine to cover her embarrassment. 

"Luckily, Mom managed to convince Zoey that we could have regular Thanksgiving for dinner, and Snoopy's Thanksgiving for breakfast instead." David chimed in. "Plus, it kept her out of everyone's hair when the inevitable sugar crash happened. She was a menace in the kitchen from an early age."

Zoey wadded up her napkin and threw it at David, hitting him in the face.

"Hey, ow! Mom!!"

Maggie, Max and Emily all locked eyes and just shook their heads  

They heard a cry come from the baby monitor on the counter.

David went to stand, but Max gestured for him to sit. "I'll get him, you guys are still eating."

David nodded and sat back down.

Max squeezed Zoey's shoulder as he passed her chair.

When he got upstairs, Peter was looking up at him from the crib, a confused expression on his face. 

"Hey big guy, was that a good nap?" Max asked, smiling as he picked him up.

"You almost missed all of dinner, sleepy head!" He teased, tickling Peter's toes to make him smile.

Peter made a "whoooo," noise kicking his feet.

"Who? Well kiddo, that's the question. I'm the man who loves your Auntie Zoey. And though, I don't know that she realized it, but earlier, she called me your Uncle Max." 

Peter grinned at Max, "ahhhhhh," he responded.

"My thoughts exactly," Max agreed. "So, maybe someday soon I can be your actual uncle." He grinned, mentally planning a trip in the future to get his Grandmother's ring resized. 

"But that will be our little secret for now, okay buddy?"

 "Aaaa," Peter responded.

 "Good, I knew you could keep a secret."

Max and Peter made their way into the kitchen. David, Emily and Maggie were all grinning  at him.

Zoey had tears in her eyes as she smiled at him. He cocked his head at her and she shook her head. He handed Peter to Emily, who thanked him. "Did you tell your Uncle Max ‘thank you’, Peter?"

Max looked at her startled. She pointed to the blinking baby monitor.  Max turned red, groaning in embarrassment. "Ohhh, ummm…"

David interrupted him. "That is if you want to be. We were actually hoping that you would agree to be Peter's godfather."

Max looked over at Zoey who smiled at him and nodded.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded at David and Emily, "I'd be honored."

Zoey beamed at him as he sat down. He looked around at the table at the family that had become more dear to him than he could imagine. 

Zoey squeezed his hand affectionately, and he turned to look at her. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly.

Oh yes, he decided. He needed to get the ring resized very soon.

[katiebug445]

👻, ☺️, 👀

- three sentences from your wip Haru gripped the phone tight in his hand, and the pit got bigger. It was happening. It was happening, and Haru wasn’t ready.

- line that made you feel a fluffy happiness. this is from an rp so idk if it counts but i love this line"What's a soulmate?" He began, his voice quivering, "in my experience, it's been someone that steals your phone five minutes after getting it, and proceeds to run all over school taking blurry photos of all your friends, and you're terrified he's going to drop it. It's quiet moments during sleepovers where you're both on the edge of sleep, and nobody's too awkward to care if you fall asleep on their shoulder or not. It's ditching prom to sit under the stars, listening to music. It's a hug that lasts just a little too long, and a homemade dinner after the loss of a loved one. It's hearing 'I love you' for the first time when you think you're about to die. It's peanut butter. It's music. It's bubble bath and tickle fights, and stealing sweaters when it's cold. It's a thousand and one little things that make up a person. And I'm lucky enough to have that person standing right in front of me."

- favorite response to one of your works. I have a couple!!! vidnyia on Small302 days agoTHIS IS SO CUTE. I live for this dynamic between them, aka Jean lifting up Armin and showing him how handsome he is!! It's one of my favourite ways to write them and you did such a great job I loved it. I love your fics a lot, they're so good, I need to check out more. This really spoke to me as well, thank you so much for writing it! - from my friend @vidnyia, the very first fic of mine i think he commented on/one review that actually BROKE ME in the middle of grocery shoppingThis is amazing and I want to read more! Seriously, I left tumblr for a while after they changed the rules and I’ve been on an unwilling hiatus from fanfiction, writing and reading. This reminded me of how much I miss the Jearmin fandom! Please write more, omg you inspire me! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 - from my friend @tea-is-not-leaf-juice aka another review that made me lose all semblance of what tiny bit of shit i had 

[septic-dr-schneep]

OK, so we have been blessed with the Septic Ego Kisses HCs, but would it be possible for the Goddess of Fanfiction to bestow upon us Iplier Kisses?...

Haha, I wouldn’t say I’m the Goddess of Fanfiction but I appreciate the sentiment; thank you! XD 

(Just so you know, I purposely didn’t include Silver Shepherd just because he has a canon girlfriend who he adores)

Dark withhis arm wrapped tight around your waist, his fingers digging into your ribs ashe leans in on you, tendrils of his aura curling loosely around your neck tomake sure you can’t pull away

Wilford boisterouslytwirling you around until you can’t see straight as he peppers your cheeks andchin with kisses before lowering you into a deep bow and kissing you properly

The Hostcupping your cheeks with warm, calloused hands, tilting your face up as he kissesyou softly, almost cautiously, his bloody tears sticky against you where hisskin brushes yours

Dr. Ipliercombing his hands through your hair and tracing the base of your neck withlight fingertips as he murmurs quiet praise between nips that graze againstyour lower lip

Google kissingyou deeply with his hands snug and tight on your hips, deep purrs vibratingthrough the both of you as his core creates near-uncomfortable heat againstyour chest

Binggiggling and pushing his glasses up onto his forehead so he can nuzzle his noseagainst yours, pecking it playfully as his vibrant amber eyes cast shadows onhis cheeks

Bim drawingyou in tight against him with supreme confidence as he kisses you bluntly,smiling all the while and murmuring flirty one-liners against your lips between each kiss

Yandereblushing as red as his dyed hair as he cups your face with shaky hands, barelyable to muster the courage to brush his lips faintly against yours, whisperingyour name with reverence

Edgarsettling his hat on your head before chuckling softly and flicking the brimback to lay a scruffy, brief peck on your forehead, his hair tickling as heturns to kiss your temples and jawline

The King ofthe Squirrels wrapping his cloak around your shoulders and lifting you off yourfeet into his arms, kissing you deeply and leaving peanut butter smudges onyour lips and cheeks

ReporterJim wrapping his arms around you from behind, kissing your neck and behind yourears as Cameraman Jim sweetly kisses your fingers individually, smiling against them

Septic Kiss Headcanons

[television-overload]

Special one-shot to celebrate 100+ followers!

Obviously, this is Tiva fanfiction. But I also want to thank those of you who follow me for Agents of Shield stuff. Maybe I’ll try my hand at AOS fanfics some day!

Here’s my new one-shot. I really hurried to write this, so I hope it turned out alright. Just some fun Tiva stuff. Takes place during “Hereafter” from season 10.

It was almost ironic, Ziva thought, that Tony’s biggest fear in the world was children. He, himself, was practically a child. And besides, in his line of work there were plenty of other, more rational fears to choose from. Why children?

Over the course of the night, Tony had loosened up and was now making a mess trying to tape a piece of pizza to the top of the pizza box. Of all the things she expected to happen as she and Tony babysat Director Vance’s children, that was not one of them.

“It’s a dorsal fin!” Ziva heard Tony exclaim, proudly showing the two children his creation. Ziva stood in the doorway, simply watching their interaction with a smile on her face. Tony glanced up, grinning widely at Ziva with a look of excitement and childish delight.

Ziva’s eye glimmered with mischief as she stepped into the kitchen and toward Tony. She stopped right behind him, leaning over slowly to survey the pizza masterpiece. Her proximity to him caused Tony’s breath to visibly hitch, but the mood quickly changed when Ziva reached down and snatched the piece of pizza off of the box. She dashed quickly away into the living room to escape Tony, who was close behind and grabbing for the pizza.

“Get it, Tony!” Jared Vance cheered, standing in the doorway next to his sister.

Ziva managed to separate herself from Tony with the couch in between. When he moved one way around the couch, she moved too so that he would not be able to reach her. She teasingly brought the slice of pizza closer to her mouth, threatening to take a bite.

Giggles erupted from Kayla and Jared, enthralled by the dramatic battle for the slice of pizza.

“Don’t you dare!” Tony exclaimed with an exaggerated look of horror on his face. He tried to trick Ziva by faking left and then dashing right, but she was too quick. “Crazy ninja,” he muttered under his breath, eliciting more laughs from Jared.

Just then, an idea popped into his head. If he couldn’t catch Ziva by running around the couch in circles, then he’d have to try another tactic. He grinned as Ziva fell into his trap. She stood in front of the couch, prepared to run, right where Tony wanted her. In one not-so-graceful move, Tony jumped over the couch, grabbing Ziva around the waist and pulling her onto the couch with him. His fingers found her sides and he began to tickle her, hoping it would cause a distraction and she would lose her grip on the pizza slice. Ziva giggled, giggled, and it almost caused more of a distraction in Tony. He hadn’t been prepared for such a beautiful sound. Before he knew it, the slice of pizza had made its way to Ziva’s lips, and a big chunk of it was gone.

“NOOOO!” Jared exclaimed dramatically, shaking his hands and falling to his knees like people do in cliché movies. Kayla was laughing so hard that she had her arms around her sides and she had to lean against the door frame for support.

Tony was smiling from ear to ear, despite losing the battle. Ziva had rolled herself out of his grasp and was now seated on another chair, enjoying the last slice of pizza with a smug look of victory on her face.

“That was cold, Ziva David,” Tony said, pointing a finger in her direction. He was breathing heavily from the effort it had taken to catch her, but the look of admiration in his eyes was unmistakable. At least to Kayla, who had finally managed to cease giggling.

“Cold like this pizza, you mean?” Ziva quipped back, finishing off the slice.

Tony shook his head and chuckled. “Cold like ice cream,” he amended, finally standing from the couch, “which goes really well with pizza.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, heading toward the kitchen. “Who wants ice cream?”

Shouts of agreement blasted in Tony’s ears as the children bounced up and down excitedly.

“I think we have some in the freezer in the garage!” Kayla said, leading Tony in that direction. “I’ll help you find it.”

The two made their way into the garage, and Tony spotted a large deep freezer in the back corner.

“Hmm, chocolate mint, peanut butter, vanilla bean,” Tony listed as he surveyed the freezer, surprised by the selection of ice cream that the Vances kept in their home. He continued to search through, muttering the types of ice cream, until Kayla asked something he definitely was not prepared for.

“Are you in love with Ziva?” she said innocently.

Tony’s head snapped up in surprise, slamming into the lid of the deep freeze in the process. “What? No. Why would you think that?” he said, much too quickly.

Kayla raised her eyebrows. “I’m twelve, not stupid.”

Tony sighed and leaned his head against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut. This was one reason children freaked him out. They are impossibly perceptive. Nothing gets past them, and they have no filter. A dangerous combination.

“Okay fine,” he said after a moment, his voice hushed. “Is it that obvious?”

Kayla’s eyes brightened. “Not to her, it’s not.”

Tony sighed again, shaking his head as he leaned against the deep freeze.

“When are you going to tell her?” Kayla asked casually.

“It’s not that simple,” Tony answered. This conversation was starting to stress him out.

Kayla tilted her head. “Yes it is.”

“No, it’s not,” Tony countered, more firmly this time.

Suddenly the door opened and Ziva poked her head out. “Everything okay in here?” she asked, smiling at Tony and Kayla. The look of anxiety on Tony’s face went unnoticed by the Israeli, but Kayla kept looking back and forth between the two agents.

“Yep, everything’s good, just trying to decide which ice cream to bring,” Tony assured, sending a look to Kayla telling her to keep quiet.

Ziva nodded once and eyed Tony suspiciously, smiling as she closed the door.

“Don’t say anything to her!” Tony begged Kayla as he hurriedly scooped every bucket of ice cream available into his arms.

Kayla sighed in exasperation. “I won’t, but you should. I don’t know who you think you’re fooling.”

Tony suddenly felt very sweaty and dizzy, and kind of like he had eaten a bad batch of shellfish. “It’s just…feelings, okay? Nothing huge. They’ll go away. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just admit it, Tony,” Kayla urged as the two walked back toward the door to the house.

“Nothing to admit, really,” Tony said decisively.

“You love her.”

“It’s not really—”

“Love.”

“Could you please just—”

“Say it.”

Tony stopped suddenly and set the ice cream on a nearby workbench. “Okay FINE,” he said, only slightly too loud. “I’m in love with Ziva, okay? I love her.”

Only after the words left his mouth did Tony see her standing there, mouth hanging open in surprise, and maybe even a few tears in her eyes.

Kayla grinned. Things had a way of working out after all.

[m00njunky]

Obey Me: None of the Above 1-6: The Avatar of Sarcasm

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All Fanfiction | Multi-Chapter | (Semi) Alternate Canon | No Romantic Ships | Fan/Original Characters | Rated for Mild Language and Adult Themes | Friendship | Humor | Hurt/Comfort | CW/TW: (Mentioned) Death, Depression | Overall a Hopeful and Light-Hearted Story | Enjoy~! 

Mammon, still entirely angry at having to watch over a human who neither feared nor revered him, looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself after being caught off-guard by Noa’s happy expression.  He grimaced and appeared to blush before yelling again.

“So, what!  That’s your name isn’t it?” He turned back to his plate and grumbled something unintelligibly along the lines of “dumb fucking human getting all happy about a name what the fuck is up with that?”

“Hey, can you make another omelette for me?” Beel suddenly asked.

Turning around, Noa cheerfully replied that they would.  “It’s Beel, right?”  They asked, getting up from their seat.

“It’s short for Beelzebub.”

“Let me guess…” Noa paused dramatically and tapped a finger to their chin.  “You’re the Avatar of Gluttony, right?”

He looked genuinely surprised.  “How could you tell?”

Noa laughed.  “Lucky guess.  I’m Noa, the new transfer student.”

“I know,” Beelzebub responded and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “I was there when you were summoned.”

Noa winced at the recollection.  As they were about to apologize for completely making a fool of themselves on arrival, someone else walked in.  He was gorgeous and slender, with skin that almost seemed to glow.  He cocked his hip to one side as he spoke in a melodic voice, “I was wondering who was making all this noise!  I hope you won’t keep this up all night, some of us are settling down for their beauty sleep, you know.”

After a short pause, the lovely stranger added, “It’s me, by the way.”

Mammon rolled his eyes.  “Great, now Asmo’s here.”

Noa turned to Mammon and inquired for clarification, “Asmo?”

The person in question strode up to Noa and smiled at them playfully.  “You called?  I’m Asmodeus the Avatar of Lust.  So pleased to meet you, Noa!”

Noa was about to echo the sentiment when they were interrupted.

“Thanks for such a great show earlier,” Asmodeus continued.  He placed a perfectly manicured hand to his lips as if to cover a giggle.  “I’ve never seen a human throw up after being summoned!  So funny!”

Despite themselves, Noa felt their ears burn a little.  “O-Oh, that--”

“Like hell it was,” Mammon shouted resentfully.  “I had to clean that up after you all left, you bastards!”

Asmodeus ignored his brother and sighed. “I was kind of jealous that you were going to get the new human all to yourself, Mammon.  But, it looks like I lucked out.”

Noa could feel the rudeness of his address, but couldn’t think of anything to say in that moment.

“If you want them, you can have them,” Mammon waved dismissively as he continued to eat.

“No thanks,” Asmodeus shrugged.  “I like my humans a little less...nauseous.”

Noa didn’t at all appreciate how the demons were speaking about them, and quietly excused themselves to start making another omelette.  They sighed only slightly theatrically as they cracked two buffo eggs into a large mixing bowl and said in a voice meant for the others to hear, “All for the better, then.  I prefer my demons a little less full of themselves.”

Silence followed.

“Oh my god,” Asmo declared with mouth agape.  “Did you just sass me?”

In the background, Mammon asked, “Was that a dig at me?”

Noa pretended not to hear anything and started to whisk the eggs.

“Ooh, you’re more feisty than I thought,” Asmodeus purred as he glided gracefully to Noa’s side, much closer than politely comfortable.  Noa didn’t flinch.

“Now that I’m looking at you,” Asmodeus murmured softly.  “You’re not too bad on the eyes.  Kind of cute, even.”

Noa was unmoved, but thanked him for thinking so.

Asmodeus slid a finger across Noa’s cheek to push a strand of hair out of their face.  Noa glanced up at him.  His face was much closer than they had originally thought.  If either of them leaned even a little forward, their lips might’ve touched.  His sunset-colored eyes gazed deeply into theirs and his breath tickled their skin.

Without breaking eye contact, Noa said in a very sensible tone, “I’m trying to cook here.”

Asmodeus blinked and stepped back, a bit perplexed.  “Hm...strange.  When I look into someone’s eyes, they’re usually immediately enamored by my charm.”  He pouted and crossed his arms.  “You’re not reacting at all!”

Noa smiled and said in a deliberately teasing voice, “I told you already: you aren’t my type!”

Asmo laughed in a way that made it seem he was trying not to be offended.  Noa hoped he was the type to give up after being rebuffed.  It appeared that he only liked to be involved when things were going his way.  Just then, the swinging of the door signaled the arrival of someone new.

“Satan, can you believe this?” Asmodeus cried.  “A human is resisting my charm as the Avatar of Lust!”

Noa glanced over to see a sharp-looking blonde man striding over to the fridge.  He opened it and grabbed something that looked like a sports drink.  He took a long swig of it before even acknowledging what Asmodeus had said.

“I didn’t realize you had charm,” was his curt reply.

Mammon burst out laughing.  “Ha! Good one!”

“You are all impossible!  There’s no one in the universe as lovely as me and you know it!”  Asmodeus flipped his hair and huffed, only half as mad as he was acting.

Ignoring Asmodeus’s clearly overblown outburst, Satan came over to look at what Noa was up to.  “As Asmo announced, I’m Satan.  It’s good to finally meet you, Noa.”  He smiled, spoke so politely, and even extended his hand out for a handshake.  It threw Noa off-guard.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Noa replied and cautiously took his hand.

“Don’t be fooled by that face,” Asmodeus warned, half-playful and half-serious.  “It’s all just an act.”

“Really?”  Noa asked, not looking away from Satan’s disarmingly pleasant face.  “And what’s your sin?”

Satan arched an eyebrow and laughed tersely.  “Are you a priest, Father Noa?”  He had the kind of demeanor that made one think they might be walking into a trap.  Saying one wrong thing could set him off, or he could be completely fine.  As they poured the whisked eggs into a heated frying pan, Noa came to a decision.

“I’m guessing...you’re the Avatar of Sarcasm.”

“That’s not a sin,” Beel innocently pointed out.

“It’s a joke, Beel,” Mammon drawled.

Ignoring the peanut gallery in the back, Satan responded to Noa’s observation of his cynicism, “If that were the case, I feel like you’d be giving me a run for my money.”  He smirked at them.

“It’s Wrath!” Mammon called from his seat.

Noa considered Satan’s appearance before them.  He looked back expectantly, seemingly very interested in Noa’s opinion.

“I never would have guessed.  Thought the green motif suited Envy more,” Noa wondered aloud, swirling the pan to cook the beaten eggs.

“That’s Levi,” Beelzebub replied.  “He’s almost always in his room, though.  I wonder if you’ll ever meet him.”

“He’s an otaku,” Asmodeus whispered and shuddered.

“Ah,” Noa said as if that was supposed to reveal something to them.  What did that mean again?  Otakus liked anime and video games, right?  There were probably more layers to it than that, but Noa was too busy trying not to break the surface of their cooked eggs.  They slid the omelette off the pan and started to grate the green cheese over the still steaming surface.  They rolled the omelette together and sprinkled a handful of chopped springwort over the top.  As they finished off their dish, they listed the demons they had heard about thus far.

“So, that’s Pride...Greed...Gluttony...Lust...Wrath...and Envy,” they paused to hand Beelzebub the omelette.  “Where is Sloth?”

-End Chapter 1-

[deanssweetheart23]

Time to spread some love!

So. Since today is Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day and I’ve been so busy lateky I haven’t had the time to give feedback to all the wonderful writers that inspire me every single day (that’s about to change it two weeks time btw), I decided to make a list of my favorite fics of all time to show to all those wonderful writers that their words matter more than they know. 

Let’s start, shall we?

The Arrangement, Hold On I’m Coming, Sleep Without You, Marry Me, This Can’t Be The End, Something I’m Good At by @ravengirl94

Okay. So I basically had to stop myself from inserting twin’s entire masterlist here, but it’s only because she’s so damn good with words. When she posted the first chapter of The Arrangement, I knew it would become my favorite thing in the world. I can’t really convey how perfect her work is but, God, her stories are always so beautifully and well-written, Dean’s characterization is always on point and the plot is sooo good. She can make me cry and laugh and die from Dean’s cuteness all at once and I can’t even stay mad at her because she’s that talented. She’s just awesome, alright?

Until It’s Gone, 10 Reasons, Used To This, Afraid Of Home, Falling Stars by @trexrambling

Really, anything by her is amazing. I still remember how I came across Jess’s writings; she was included in the same fic-rec post I was included for one of my stories and I decided to go check her out because you can never follow enough SPN blogs, right? Well. I went through her entire masterlist and ended up in tears. She has a way with words that keeps surprising me. And 10 Reasons is one of the fics I carry deep within my heart... 

Always, All That Matters, End Credits, My Favorite One, Crazy, Stupid Love by @winchestersnco

So, yeah. Words are not enough to describe Erin. I fell in love with her writing when I read Always (if you love Dean Winchester and you haven’t read that fic, you are obviously doing something wrong, by the way, that story is a love letter to him), and then started reading more and more, and she’s just amazing, you know?

Balconies, Ferrum Gloria, Hold The Line, Eye of The Hurricane, Bright and Warm, Tape Hiss by @lipstickandwhiskey

I still fangirl over Lips. I fangirl over her every single time. Every single time, she surprises me with how much she can make me feel with the words she uses. Her stories are always so beautifully-written, always pull at my heartstrings and what I love about them is that she manages to create a reader that treats Dean with so much love and affection because, dammit, he deserves it. Also. I will never get over Hold The Line. Never.

Found, Home, Jingle Bells, Silences, Dee, Peanut Butter And Banana Sandwiches, One More Day, Stroke of Luck by @percywinchester27

Ana will make you feel all the feels, I promise you. She’s made me smile like a complete idiot. She’s made me scream into the void and wait for the next part of her ongoing daddy!Dean series. She’s made me sob and fall in love with Dean Winchester all over again because with Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches (oh, yeah, she has the best Weechester fics out there). So yeah. All the feels.

Pinky Promise, To The One Who Loves Her Next, Colors, Apples, Snowflakes, Always Have, Always Will by @jpadjackles

B is the most wonderful ray of sunshine in the world, but don’t let her fool you because her words will make you ache. She’s made me cry repeatedly or made me swell with happiness and her fic Apples has become my personal headcanon. Someone should call the SPN writers and tell them to add that detail somewhere in the script because, damn, it’s too heartbreaking and beautiful to go to waste.

Silk and Rough Velvet, Forward, Drop in the Ocean, Back from the deep by @blacktithe7

Erin is just... too talented for words to describe. She’s inspiring and hard-working and every and each one of her fics has its own voice. And. I rarely read Jensen fics but her work is so pure and wonderful and beautiful to not read. I admire her so much.

A Way To Go, Freaky Friday, The Letter, Simple Man, Pig in A Poke, At The End of All Things, Hard To Say I’m Sorry by @hannahindie

Hanna is such a beautiful soul that uses words and magic to creat fics. She’s incredibly hard-working and puts her soul into her writing and that ends, well.. That ends with me in tears because she knows just how to break my heart. But I keep coming back because she’s too good to not read. 

Heathen, Killzone, Choices by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Kari’s been so incredibly good to me and I’ve been dying to find some time to show her the love she deserves. Hopefully, that’ll happen too, but all I can say for now is that I’m sitting at the endge of my seat waiting for Choices, hope from the bottom of my heart she won’t kill anyone in Killzone and that Heathen is practically a glimpse into Dean’s complex mind. 

Missed, The Incovenient Truth, Void, Cupcake by @kathaswings

I fell in love with Lina’s writing when she posted The Incovenient Truth and have been held captive ever since (no, don’t send help, I love it here). Her stories are so full of emotions and she works so hard on her writing and as a reader, I can always see that. PS. If you decide to read Missed grab some tissues, you’ll need them.

Easy on the Tickles, First Degree Burns, His Favorite Girl

I definitely need to read more of Bailey’s stuff because her words make me so happy. First Degree Burns has me hooked and I keep going back to read Easy on the Tickles because it makes me smile on a bad day. Soft Dean you see...

The Wish Spell, The Falcon and The Wolf, Let’s Swayze This Mother, The Day After Tomorrow by @emilywritesaboutdean

Emily comes up with the most interesting stories. The Wish Spell is basically every girl’s dream and The Falcon and The Wolf is one of the best things she’s ever done. Oh. And the sass. Her sass is real, I’m telling you.

Fix You, What A Wonderful World, To The End of Time, Well That Explains That, Me Too, I Got You by @impala-dreamer

Beka is the most multi-talented person I know. She can do absolutely everything but mostly she enjoys ripping my poor Dean to shreds and breaking me by making him suffer. It’s all good though because, well... She does it beautifully... (On a side note:I’m still not over To the End of Time)

As It Seems, Down With Me, Notes, You’re Not There, Jealous!Dean Imagine, A+Secrets by @imagining-supernatural

Hmmm. How can I describe Aubrey? Insanely talented. Insanely. Her sass makes me break into laughter every time, her gentleness and emotions pull at my heartstrings and she has some crazy cliffchangers (*cough* As It Seems *cough*). Also. Every time I read You’re Not There I cry. 

Summer Fling, Where It All Began, The Way Dean Winchester Cuddles, Little Moment, Morning Kisses by @supernatural-jackles

Jen is so wonderful and she pours that wonderfulness into her fics. Summer Fling is so special because it deals with some very heavy stuff in the most appropriate way possible (and includes the sweetest possible version of D.W.) and Where It All Began is one of the first stories I read before I joined tumblr and it gave me feels.

Fragments, Series Rewrite, Daddy’s Little Lovebug, Lazy Sunday, Drugs Don’t Work by @torn-and-frayed

Steph is a magnificent story-teller. I am constantly in awe of her writing and the way she describes Dean or rather the deep understanding of his character. Her series rewrite is a gift to the SPN world (I used to read each chapter after I watched an episode) and Fragments is one of my favorite stories of all times. 

Save or Break, Forever Young, I’ll Remind You @thevioletthourr

She’ll make you cry. A lot. She’ll make you wonder why she’s so brilliant in angst. She’ll make your heart swell with the end of Save or Break. She’ll make you love her. That’s all...

Intertwined, Soldiers, Wonderful Tonight by @dancing-the-hellfire-rumba

Feels. Her writing will give you feels is all I can say to warn you. Um. Grab a box of tissues if you plan on reading Soldiers. *sobs*

The Piano Man, Unrequited, Dean’s Dream Girl, The Unknowns, Awesomeness All Around by @spnsimpleman 

Mel has inspire my writing so much. She’s so lyrical and poetic, writes a wonderful imagery and her stories are always so emotional and original. I fell in love with her work ever since I read Awesomeness All Around but really everything she writes is gold.

Spilled Whiskey, Bronco, Wood Smoke, The Beginning, Shut Up And Dance, Crash by @supernaturalfreewill

I am so in love with this writer. She inspires me to be a better user of words every single day. Her stories are crafted with magic and talent and love and I get lost into her words and travel into time with her fics. Basically everything she’s ever written is gold. 

Somebody Else, The Open Road, An Ode To Baby, Blue by @idreamofhazel

Hazel has the most lyrical expression in the world. Her writing is emotional and genuine and real and it makes my heart swell every single time. 

Happy Birthday, Dean, Reverie, Will You by @atari-writes 

Amber is the best, alright? She’s just the best. Her writing is so beautiful. I still remember how in awe I was when I read Reverie. She nailed it. She nails every and each one of her fics and uggh, I just love her. 

Riptide, Lucky Penny, Castle On The Hill by @kaz2y5-imagines

Reading fics written by Kazzy is like reading a book. She made me cry with all of the fics mentioned above and I’m not even mad because the end was so absolutely worth it. Again, I’m simply in awe of the talent of this wonderful woman and have been inspired by her multiple times to become a better writer. I carry Riptide and Lucky Penny in my heart and I’m not even kidding. 

Also @sebastianshoe is one of the most wonderful and hard-working writers in here. She works on requests mostly and has so many beautiful fics not only for SPN but also for Sherlock and many other fandoms and I hope to turn her into a Dean girl one day.

*clears throat* That’s all for now, folks. I really, really hope that I haven’t forgotten anyone, and apologize for the long list but what can I say?