Supernatural: A Hell of a Tickle Fight (Reader fic)
reader could be Dean’s 14(?) year old daughter who’s started to get bullied at school because her Uncle Sam is in love with Uncle Cas. She comes home and runs straight to her room. Cas and Sam, being concerned, find out what’s wrong and fluff ensues, then they cheer her up with tickles of course. Then Cas and Sam turn on each other and arghh just a cute tickle fight :“) then dean comes home and joins in and AHH HAPPINESS :"D
Honestly I fell in love with this prompt when I read it. And I tried to make the reader not so much a specific age, just to make it more versatile for the audience, but she should be in ‘school’ still, whatever that means for you. Also, side note, this was the fic that I started and it got deleted so I’m sorry it took so long.
There’s also just mild Sastiel, nothing too intense or too focused on.
Hey it's been a dream of mine to work for Disney one day, and I was wondering what your story is and if you could give me any advice? Thank you :)
The most important part of “my story” is that I was DRIVEN to pursue my dream of working for Disney. I did everything I knew (which wasn’t much) to learn about animation. I read every book I could find in the library. I sat in the back of B. Dalton Bookseller in the mall for hours at a time reading “The Illusion of Life” (by two of Disney’s Nine Old Men, Frank Thomas and Ollie Johnston) because I couldn’t afford to buy it. (What high schooler has $60 to spend on a book? I didn’t, anyway.) I did some work for the craft store where my mom worked and in lieu of payment had them build me an animation box that I saw in the back of the Preston Blaire books on animation. I animated little flip book scenes in all my textbooks. I read every article I could find about Disney and Disney artists. And I drew. I drew like every drawing would be my last. Then I drew some more.
I had an art teacher in high school that told me I would never work for Disney and that drove me even more. When I went to collage, feature animation in the US was nearly dead. Disney had just laid off the majority of their animation staff, Don Bluth, the only other American filmmaker making feature quality animation at the time had gone into bankruptcy (not for the last time, it turned out). So I enrolled in film school, thinking I would learn things that would help me as an animator. But I missed drawing, so later changed to illustration, also thinking it would help me if animation aver came back.
With “The Little Mermaid” it did come back, so I moved to California to go to CalArts where, I was told, Disney trained their animators. But California and CalArts were expensive and I ran out of money but the end of my first semester. Still, with literally $50 left to my name, I didn’t give up. I talked to a teacher at school who was complimentary of my work, and he introduced me to some directors at Warner Bros. TV Animation.
I worked at Warners for almost two years, working my way through the ranks of Layout, Story Boarding, and finally Development. I did well there but wanted to be at Disney. I took advantage of connections at Warners to get a meeting with my idol, Glen Keane. Glen graciously looked at my portfolio and told me there aaas nothing in it that would get me hired at Disney. Then he told me what I needed to do and sent me off to do it. Six months later I met with Glen again, and this time he said I was ready to apply.
I took a $250/week pay cut to go to Disney, but it was worth it. I was working with my idol, doing rough in-betweens for him, learning everything i could from him. I worked through lunch and stayed after to animate. I showed Glen my work, took his feed back, and tried to get better. I got my first chance to animate on “Aladdin”. It was a thrill I can’t adequately describe. I was so excited when I got the news that I was going to get to animate some scenes on the film that I couldn’t sit at my dest and work. I had to go out and run a few laps around the building to burn off some energy.
And every day over the last 23 years has been about getting better, learning new skills… and drawing. Even during the five years I was a CG animator I drew. I thumb-nailed out every shot, I went to life drawing and gesture drawing classes. I had to keep drawing. And I’m still drawing today. I doubt I’ll ever stop.
So that’s my story, in a longwinded nutshell. If you want to succeed, you have to be driven. Animating has to be a compulsion. A need to be fulfilled. And you have to love the work. You will encounter all kinds of obstacles in the pursuit of your dream. The only things that will get you past those obstacles are your talent, your drive, and your love for the craft. So develop those three things above all and you will see your dreams come true.
Hey Alex! I've just started drawing again for the first time since high school, inspired in no small part from stumbling upon your fantastic blog and your lovely style. How did you get started drawing? you can't have just suddenly put pen to paper and come out with such gorgeous drawings. Also, could you recommend any illustration resources, websites, pose reference libraries for a newbie like myself to refine my sense of form and figure for a more cartoonish style? Thanks loads!
Thank you very much! The idea of my work inspiring anyone is truly wonderful to hear! I am happy to hear you have decided to pick up a pencil once more!
As It happens, I didn’t start trying to draw until I was nearly 18. I was in my last year at high school (6th form college) in England studying Physics, Electronics, Biology and Business studies when I saw Spirited Away for the first time and I just had to start drawing, painting and telling stories.
I dropped Physics and Electronics and picked up Art, and promptly almost failed out of school. Not one to be deterred, I managed to get into an Art collage in the USA (Savannah Collage of Art and Design) and continued to be bottom of the class for almost my entire run through school, the other kids just had so much more experience than me, and plenty more natural talent.
It wasn’t until my final year that I managed to make significant gains, and that only happened because I made one fundamental change to my daily routine. Ever since I had started drawing back in my teens, I had kept a sketch book. I was convinced I wouldn’t be any good until I could do one good drawing a page, like many of my art heros could. I finally got sick and tired of being disappointed and frustrated with my inability to do this one ‘simple’ thing and I thought “If I can’t do one good drawing a page, I will do a hundred crappy drawings and maybe one will be half decent”
It was slow going, I really didn’t think i was making any progress for months. It wan’t until I started looking back at my old sketches that I started to see how far I had come. That helped me to stop comparing myself to other artists I had idolized, and start reflecting on my personal gains, where I had been and where I was heading.
So with that long rant in mind, the only real thing I can suggest is to draw. Draw draw draw. I still practice for at least an hour every day before I start work. Either in a coffee shop or by using:
And most importantly, don’t put so much pressure on yourself to be as good as the artists you aspire to be like. Just set attainable goals (e.g. I will do 30 mins of gestures 5 days a week) and don’t worry about how your drawings are turning out. The important part is doing them. Then look back after a month, maybe two months and I think you will see a big difference.
I’m sorry that was a bit of a long one, but I really hope that helps!
I wish you the best of luck,
p.s. I hope you don’t mind that I respond publicly, I get asked similar questions a lot and think that might help a few others. I am happy to delete this post if you don’t want this question out there.
(same anon) OR bucky's kid is absolutely set on dad quitting his moping and dating people again and his/her new art teacher steve looks like a disney prince and is so nice and dad you HAVE TO ASK MR. ROGERS OUT
Mr. Rogers has golden hair.
It takes Monty a few art classes to notice. They only have art once a week, and he’s usually busy trying to draw or collage puppies, because he really wants a puppy, and thinks that if he makes a lot of art of puppies then maybe daddy will get one for him. But then Mr. Rogers bends down, grabs a crayon from where it rolled off the table and Monty gets a really good look at his golden hair. When Mr. Rogers stands up, he puts the crayon back on the table, and says, “Another puppy?” Mr. Rogers asks.
Monty nods. “I want a puppy.”
“What kind of puppy?”
Monty shrugs. “Any puppy.” He pauses, then adds, “You should talk to my daddy, then you can come pick out a puppy with us.”
Mr. Rogers chuckles. “I’m not sure that your dad would want me to come pick out your puppy.”
Monty smirks. “You don’t know that,” he says.
Mr. Rogers is, admittedly, a little fearful of what Monty meant by that.
I had too much fun reading the AU prompts for your "Promptstravaganza". But I went with the simple one for Captain Swan: Letter found in an old notebook. As much as I love smut, I'm not seeing how that can happen, but hey if you can: GO FOR IT! haha.
Oh my gosh, I had half of this written and then it got DELETED. UGH. Okay, well, this is an AU, there’s no smut, but it’s kinda sad so maybe bring tissues.
Cleaning helps get her mind off of it.
She’s spent two days hardly moving or eating. She just lay huddled on the couch, alternating between a fitful sleep or just staring at their wedding photo hanging on the wall across the room. It wouldn’t be so bad if she’d somehow managed to stop crying, but luck is not on her side.
So on day three, after forcing down a sandwich that tasted like sawdust and went down like a brick, Emma drags several Hefty bags and some cleaning supplies up to the attic.
They were best friends since day one. Harry and y/n, attached at the hip. Growing up in the houses next door to each other, they never knew how to be apart. They grew up with sleepovers and the trip their families took to the lake every summer. Both had a love of books and indie music, spending most days after school lounging around listening to Jake Bugg and reading books in the treehouse they and their parents built the summer when they were 7. Harry and y/n differed a lot in school. Y/N being more social and being on the volleyball team, while Harry kept more to himself and spent most of his time in the library. They both had a few other friends, but the majority of the time it was just them. They were the best of friends. They talked about everything, from school to friend drama, from movies to the meaning of life. They had no secrets. Except for the fact they were both madly in love with each other, and neither knew it.
It started first for Harry, when they were 13 on the playground at the park down the street. Y/N didn’t have any money but the ice cream truck pulled into the parking lot with its jolly tune, and she checked her pockets for some extra money but only had some lint and a pack of gum. But Harry had $5, because he feeds his neighbors cat when he goes on vacation. He spends Half of it on a chocolate cone for y/n and a banana Popsicle for himself. After he had bought her the sweet treat, she hugged him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, making him blush a dark red.
The rest of the time at the park he noticed her in a different light. No longer was she the little girl in chocolate stained Barbie pajamas, no way. She had started to mature. A few pimples lined her skin but Harry didn’t care because it reminded him she was human. Her hands were soft as she grabbed his in hers and led them over to the bench to eat their treats. Half of the banana Popsicle melted on his hand because he was more interested in y/n’s newfound beauty than the Popsicle. He saw the way her smile light Up her eyes as she talked animatedly about the new book she was reading, and the way the setting sun Halo’d her hair, making her seem like a real life angel. And from that moment, Harry was smitten.
It first started for Y/N when they were 14. They were working on separate art projects in Harry’s room, hers being an art collage, Harry’s being a comic. That day had not been a good day to begin with for Y/N. It was just one of those days where everything turned out horrible from the moment you woke up. She stepped on one of her brothers Legos that he had left in her room, and then hit her head on the glass in the shower. Her dad had eaten the rest of her prized Cinnamon Toast Crunch and her hair just was not acting right. It was rainy and gross. In school she realized she forgot her biology homework which caused her to be yelled at by the crotchety old lady they called her biology teacher. They served mystery meat for lunch. She was assigned 4 big projects on top of her regular homework, Then she went in the bathroom, only to find red in her underwear. They day could not seem to have get any worse.
The final straw was nicking her finger with the scissors, trying to cut out a picture of a flower in a magazine. Her lip started to tremble and her eyes started to sting, and then the gates opened. She started sniffling and Harry looked up to offer her a tissue, only to find her with tears running down her face.
He crawled over to her and tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn’t get a word out, she just shook her head and cried more. He then saw her finger.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a small cut! I can get you a band aid no problem!” He hated seeing her cry, it felt like his heart was being ripped into shreds.
“It’s not the cut, Harry. It’s everything. With the Legos and the cereal and the hair and the grades and my period, I just-” she broke into sobs.
Harry was confused and a bit frightened of what was going on, but he grabbed her and put her in his lap, letting her cry into his shirt while he pet her hair and rubbed her back. She fisted his shirt and tried to stop crying, but today was an awful day.
“Hey, bug, it’s okay. I know today was awful but there’s always tomorrow, yeah? We don’t have to do our work right now, we can just sit here for a bit. I’m here for you, cry on me or tell me what’s wrong, whatever you want. I’ll always be there for you.” He said into her ear, rubbing her back and holding her tighter to him. Without realizing it, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head and she calmed down. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck while playing with his cross necklace, pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his neck causing him to shiver. He held her for another hour before they were called to dinner, but they didn’t go down without another hug. Harry held her hand under the table all through out dinner. That’s when it started for her.
Throughout their teenage years, cuddling and chaste kisses on the cheek, forehead and neck became more common. They cuddled when they watched movies or read, always finding an excuse to touch each other. This was normal. But unknown to them was that each other’s hearts would race every time there was a touch. Each of them wanted so much more, but had no clue the other felt the same.
Harry’s mom was going on a business trip. She was leaving Harry alone for a week, and with them being friends for so long, Y/N’s parents decided that it was okay for them to spend the week together, do school work and hang out like normal, just have extending hours for fun. Harry and Y/N were both so excited for this week. They were excited for the touches and the talks and the closeness they were going to have. And for Harry, he was also nervous. Nervous because he was finally going to tell Y/N how he feels.
Friday night, 4 hours after his mom leaves and they’re laying on Harry’s bed, the food network on the TV as Y/N laid on Harry’s chest, the both of them watching UnWrapped, Disney world edition. Harry’s hand is stroking her hair as y/n draws patterns on his chest. She doesn’t notice his thumping heart and she thankfully can’t feel the butterflies in his stomach. He feels her giggle at something one of the workers said, and he smiled lightly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She looked up and smiled at him, scooting closer to him. She moved her head to the crook of his neck, which seemed to be her favorite place to be. She reaches over and knocks the remote out of Harry’s other hand that’s not playing with her hair, tangling their hands together and playing with the multiple rings on his fingers. Harry relaxed and started to watch the show again. When they were talking about the mass amount of pastries they have to make for the Disney parks, he feels a kiss on his neck. That’s somewhat normal for them so he goes back to watching. But then he feels another kiss, lips pressing harder to his skin. Then another, and another, working her lips up the expanse of his neck to behind his ear and tracing his jawline. Going back down she retraces the path her lips made, but biting down a little on his neck before releasing and licking lightly. He shivers and holds in a groan, trying to ignore the heat he’s feeling in his stomach. She giggles at his reaction, pressing yet another kiss on his neck.
“Does that tickle?” She asks him quietly, lips still against his neck and finger tracing his side.
“A bit…” He trails, his voice shaky. He’s never felt this way before. Before he had the chance to protest, Y/N digs her fingers into Harry’s sides, tickling the life out of him. He starts laughing loudly, squirming and trying to get away. Y/N was not having that and threw he leg over his hips, now straddling him.
“Say that I’m the hottest girl in our entire school and I own you! Then I’ll stop.” She screamed over his laughter and pleas to stop.
“Oh-Kay, y/n is t-the -oh my god stop- the hottest girl in our- shit- school and she ow-owns me!” He finally got out. Y/N stopped tickling him finally and just leaned over him, watching him pant and try to regain his breathing. She laid directly on top of him still giggling about her actions. He wrapper his arms around her waist tightly, their chests pressing together, her face buried in his soft tee shirt.
“That wasn’t very funny.” Harry said, still holding on to her tightly. She picks her head up, the both of them smiling.
“Yeah, well…” Her voice gets lost as she realizes how close their faces are and stars to feel the slight tension in the room. Noses brushing, she raises her eyes to look into Harry’s, his beautiful eyes she’s always loved, moving across his face and her eyes landing on her lips. Harry did the same scan of her face, both of them staring at each other’s lips. They could feel their breath on their lips.
“I thought it was great.” Y/N said quietly. He chuckled, her feeling it in her chest.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Harry leaned up and their lips brushed, before he firmly planted them on hers. He kept them on for a few seconds before realizing she hadn’t responded yet, and pulled away. He felt so embarrassed as he looked up at her wide eyes, and started mumble apologies.
“I’m so sorry Y/N, I was so stupid, I just, I like you and I was stupid to think you did too for a second and god, I just wanted to kiss you, I have for forever. You’re just so beautiful and absolutely amazing in every single way possible, I’m just, I’m so sorry, I probably just ruined-mmp” he was cut off by her lips smashing into his, one hand fisting his tee shirt and the other cupping his face.
He was shocked and was motionless until he felt her tongue sweep across his bottom lip, asking for him to open his mouth. He closed his eyes and hesitantly did, only to be met with her tongue. He moved his tongue to meet hers finally, and she whimpered in his mouth before moving one of her hands to his hair and tugging on it, causing a deep groan to leave Harry’s chest. The kiss was slow and passionate, tongues playing and searching each other’s mouth. When they finally needed to stop for air, Y/N bit down on Harry’s lip lightly before letting go, letting his lip snap back into place. Both were breathing heavily, staring at each other before Y/N’s hand caressed Harry’s cheek.
“I’m not sure why you think I wouldn’t like you back but I do. You’re so amazing and kind and smart, so funny… God Harry, I like you so much I don’t know what do do with myself sometimes. All I can think about is you and how lucky I am to have you and oh my god, I love you. I am in love with you, Harry Styles.” He sat in shock for a few seconds. This was not what he was planning at all, but it is so much better.
“But I mean you don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect you to or anything but-” she rambled but got cut off
“Y/N, I am so in love with you I cant think straight. I can’t think about anything without you popping in my mind. I am so in love with you, Y/N. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to be yours, and for you to be mine. I want you all to myself, I want it to be just us forever. Baby, I want you to be my only.” His eyes were wild as he looked into hers as he said those words with so much passion it made her tear up.
“I love you…” She murmured before pressing a kiss to her lips.
“I- love - you. I love you, I love you, I love you so much.” Harry said over and over, between kisses as he showered every inch of her face with kisses. She giggled as he did so.
“God, that’s my favorite sound ever. Want to hear it every day of my life.” He said looking mesmerized, pulling her impossible closer to him as if he was scared she would fly away.
“Well you can Harry, I swear I’m yours forever.” And he swore his heart burst with happiness.
HOLY COWS this was awesome! Really interesting spin on the boys’ cannon storyline within an 80’s punk!AU. Amazingly written - put a nice loud playlist on in the background and it’s even better. (Warnings added are mine, not the authors)
There’s a lot of expectation attached to Steve Rogers’ name. It’s taken him years to prove his own worth - that he’s made it so far in the USNA on his own merit and not just because of his father. He’s close though - there are only a few more months until he graduates and gets to stand on his own two feet. It’s taken a lot of effort to get there, and a lot of sacrifices. Bucky’s beyond the point of expectation. When your father and grandfather have both been President - and your mother nurses political ambitions of her own - brilliance is a foregone conclusion. He’s just counting down the final months of his confinement to the glass cage of the White House and he’s determined to put that whole world behind him. But as the days standing between them and their dreams dwindle, Steve comes to realize he might have made one sacrifice too many, and Bucky learns that his freedom comes at a cost he’s never going to be able to pay.
This isn’t just any old Political AU, this is the Political AU to end all other AUs. Even if you stay away from WIP normally, seriously, this one is worth it. Rumlow’s a bitch, Clint’s a goddamn saint, Bucky’s breaking my heart, and, ugh, I seriously need to give Steve a hug. One of the most beautifully written things in the history of ever if you only read one thing, read this.
He was too self-conscious to act, modelling didn’t pay enough, and time out of school for the medical trial that fixed his body had left him barely scraping a pass on his GED. He shared an apartment with a burlesque dancer, and she’d talked him into it over a weekend and way too much tequila.
Three pictures and one embarrassingly short amateur jerk-off video later, and here he is.
This is actually the start of a series and trust me, once you start, you’re hooked until the end. Porn Industry AU which had so so so much more depth than I expected it to - damn heartbreaking and also gorgeous (and just a bit hot too…).
Steve is the son of a Governor and the grandson of a Vice President. At 18, he meets Bucky. At 24, he marries someone else. At 25, he’s elected to the House of Representatives, and Bucky overdoses. But their story is really just getting started.
It’s another Political AU (I have a thing, don’t judge me) only this time Steve’s the one in office and it starts off as a collage AU and progresses from there. Damn, it’s another sad one, I’d apologise but I just re-read the ending and remembered why I loved it so much…
Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him. Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant. A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.
Words: 39536 Chapters: 12/12 Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: PTSD
So the summary pretty much covers it, but oh my word this was adorable and very, very, funny in places with a fantastic substance and depth to the storyline. Really great - a Sunday evening kind of story.
When Captain Steve Rogers left the Army he fell in to a life of cooking. He never expected it to lead him to become a personal chef for the Barnes family, one of the most influential families in Washington D.C. He certainly never expected to fall for their playboy son
Steve is a shy comic book artist and meets his new neighbour, Bucky Barnes. In which there are awkward longings, meddling best friends, comic conventions, heartache, lemons, video games, dorkiness, dancing and two cute boys.
Hilarious, toe curlingly sweet and overall very very good - this one definitely deserves a read, although set aside a chunk of time because once you open it you can’t leave until you’re done. Also Nat and Clint are both queens this time.
Bucky’s a bit of a masochist in that sense – needles and the buzz of a tattoo gun have always turned him on… It’s even worse that this client is what they call a ‘needle virgin’. Doesn’t appear to have a piercing anywhere on him (although Bucky could still be surprised; you never know what people have hiding under their clothes), and he’s already made it clear that he has no prior ink. Bucky’s always found something inherently sexy about being the first person to introduce another to that experience. Not all people like it; some can only handle the one tattoo and then they’re done for good, never seen again. Others have the tendency to come back, and Bucky always feels a small sense of pride when he watches those select clients getting more and more added to their bodies – now in love with the art form. And if they happen to be getting tattooed by Clint, or Natasha, or Logan, there’s always that feeling of, But my art went on you first. He has absolutely no problem popping this guy’s needle cherry.
Words: 38645 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Mild Drug Use
Tattoo Shop AU. This is part of her Porn-Prompt series (so it’s pretty heavy on the explicit if that’s not your thing) but there is so so much more than just that in this story. Gorgeous, believable plot that you’ll be thinking about for weeks. Oh, and once again Clint and Nat are fab.