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[lokilickedme]

So actually two: Dia Laisir and The Liar

I don’t even know where to start with Dia Laisir, honestly.  Folklore?  Mythology?  A 3 a.m. rant fueled by too much coffee, way too many Little Debbies, and a seven day run of not enough sleep?  Getting close, I think.

Dia Laisir is a totally made up little minor god that I invented to explain King McClary’s apparently fireproof boots.  Loki battled him in the Scottish Highlands way back in the day before people were the dominant species there, and upon the minor god’s defeat and subsequent banishment, Loki cast him into an inanimate object and bound him there so he couldn’t fuck around with the few heathen humans that had migrated into the land.  The whole casting thing might have been totally on accident, by the way - Loki’s never been terribly accurate with his magic and popular opinion has it that he was actually trying to obliterate the demon.

Shit goes wrong and alcohol’s a hell of a problem, ya know?

Dia Laisir didn’t like that much, as you can probably guess.  First off, Loki wasn’t even supposed to be in Scotland.  Norse god, messing around in the Highlands?  What the hell’s that about?  Second, that wasn’t all the god of mischief and general fuckery did to old Dia.  Before he shoved him into the trunk of a tree to live the rest of his natural-born as a knotty pine, Loki banished Dia’s lover, Souflou, into a nondescript chunk of silver that some axe-wielding lunatic had tucked into his sporran, thus separating the two forever.

Yeah, there was a whole lot of fuck you Loki spinning around in Dia Laisir’s head for the next few decades until some axe-wielding lunatic chopped down the tree he was bound to (probably the same one hauling haunted semi precious metals around in his crotch bag, but history doesn’t verify much) and accidentally set him free.

Stuff started burning.  Forests, villages, pretty much anything with a flammability rating went up in smoke, because Dia was pissed.  Souflou had been shuffled around from place to place in that silver chunk, molded into various bits and bobs as the heathens learned how to turn silver into useful things, and every time Dia got close to finding her the silver that housed her spirit changed hands or was made into something else.  And so Dia Laisir’s rage burned, and so did big chunks of the Highlands.

Eventually Loki caught a whiff of the smoke from wherever he was, I dunno probably getting dicked down by some eleven-legged something or other, and with a dramatic sigh he poofed himself over to Scotland again to find out what the hell was going on.  Dia was supposed to be in a frigging tree trunk, wasn’t he?  Naw, he was running all over the hills and moors and lochs doing his damndest to obliterate the human scourge that kept moving his love around so that he couldn’t find her, and after an epic battle royale in which Loki siphoned off about half of Dia’s firestarting powers (hey, those might come in handy later) he finally managed to send crankybutt’s spirit into a sword strapped to the saddle of a passing local.  May or may not have been a McClary, btw.  Just sayin.

But that sword had a nasty habit of transferring the soul inside it to whoever it killed, which you can imagine was a messy bit of business because the guy who owned it was a bloodthirsty son of a bitch.  Like I said, possibly a McClary, and you know how they are.

So Loki yanked Dia Laisir out of the sword after a few years of hearing stories about the cursed blade and all the lopsided battles its owner kept winning, and while sitting in a dark smoke-filled pub one night half drunk out of his head and obsessing over what the hell to put this thing into where it couldn’t interfere with the natural progression of Scotland’s ruling power, he tried to send it into a shield that was hammered onto the wall over the fireplace - but too much mead and Loki being Loki, he passed out in the middle of the banishment spell and when his head hit the table the soul’s trajectory went south to the floor instead of northeast to the fireplace.

Into the left boot of a big black haired brute of a warrior that was currently wolfing down a leg of lamb while simultaneously groping a leg of barmaid.

Loki woke the following morning laying face down across the table he’d passed out on, and the brute with the cursed boots was gone.  Eh, good riddance, the boots would eventually wear out and be discarded and Dia would go with them into the fire, where his spirit would disperse into the cosmos.  Not Loki’s problem anymore.

Except Dia Laisir was a wily fucker, and figured out a way to slip out of the boots through a hole in the sole.

So Loki dragged his gettin-tired-of-this-shit hiney back to Scotland again, and since putting a fearsome god inside something like a pair of shoes that some lowly human would wear on their feet - stepping in cow shit and stomping on bugs - made Loki giggle like a schoolgirl, he did it again, only this time with a sturdier pair of footwear that wouldn’t be so easy to get out of.

It worked.  Dia was stuck, harmless, incapacitated, forced to watch the decades and then the centuries pass from two inches above the ground.  And each time Loki started to smell the smoke that signaled the end of the lifespan of Dia’s current home and the likelihood of his escape, he would return to Scotland and move the angry spirit into another pair of shoes.

Until finally the modern era erupted around humankind, and with it came good quality, durable, high-lifespan materials and the means by which to turn them into goods that could take a beating without disintegrating quickly.  A man named Klaus Martens was born and started using those materials to make shoes that were damn near indestructible.  And Loki’s problems with the fire god were finally over.

The thick-soled sturdy boots that he sent Dia into would last damn near forever.  But just to be safe, when those boots started to show heavy wear and had changed hands multiple times, he returned to Scotland one more time and acquired them through somewhat nefarious means (we won’t go into that part right now) and, using the illusion of a homeless man, he roamed the streets of Glasgow with them on his own feet in search of someone trustworthy to entrust them to.  Because he was sick of running back and forth to Scotland every couple of decades to keep doing this shit - he was getting old, he had other things to do with his time thanks so much.  He needed someone he could trust to keep the fire god’s spirit safe and secluded and far, far away from his lover...because Souflou had eventually ended up in a child’s silver rattle which was sitting right that moment in the display window of a gift shop in Edinburgh, and Dia Laisir could sense her nearness.  If the two of them ever ended up in close proximity again it would be the end of the world as we know it.  Humankind would burn.

The Trickster had no particular love for humanity, but it provided him with entertainment and he wasn’t big on the idea of taking the blame for yet another genocide.

So Loki, in the guise of a street beggar, waited for someone worthy to acknowledge him.  Tens, hundreds, and then thousands of people passed him by, disinterested in him, ignoring his presence -

- until the day a young boy sat down next to him wearing a brand new pair of boots.

“Nice boots” Loki said.

The boy just nodded.  He didn’t like his new boots.  They were stiff and hurt his ankles.  His grandda had insisted they would break in soon and be comfortable, but the boy felt his nerves going up in flames with every step as the hard leather rubbed his skin.  His eyes, green like Loki’s, kept going to the ratty worn out boots on the beggar’s feet.

And then without a word the boy unlaced his brand new Doc Martens and took them off, then knelt down at the beggar’s feet and unlaced the worn out boots and replaced them with his own, tying the ties slowly before putting the old, dusty, broken down pair on his own feet.

And Loki smiled.

He’d found a human that he knew could handle the cranky fire god.  This boy was quiet but strong, silent but smart, and somehow he knew the child understood the importance of those boots.

He must be one of mine, the trickster god thought proudly.  He’d never visited Scotland without availing himself of the charms of the locals, and as a result the land was fairly crawling with many generations of his offspring.  The boy’s soft green eyes and black hair certainly reminded him of himself.  Hmm.  There was something else too...the line of the kings had come to a lurching halt a couple of generations back as the modern age stripped the people of any desire to hold onto the old ways, but Loki sensed it in the lanky teenager.  He was a king.

“They don’t look like much, but they’ll get you where you’re going,” he told the boy, pointing toward the boots on his feet.  “Fireproof, you know.  And you will be too, when you’re wearing them.”

The boy nodded.  An old woman ducked her head out of the bakery they were sitting against and smiled when her eyes fell to them.

“Get in here boy, I’ve got your sweeties on the table.”

The boy stood, testing the fit of the boots.  They felt good.  Comfortable.  Like they belonged to him.  The barest hint of a smile tugged his lips and he looked at the beggar, holding out one hand to help him up off the sidewalk.

The heavily frosted and ridiculously decorated pastries the boy shared with him as they sat together at a little table in the back of the bakery were the best damn thing Loki thought he’d ever tasted in his long, tiresome, faintly ridiculous life.  And Dia Laisir smoldered, sending a heat into the boy that tempered him like a flame hardens steel.  He would need that strength, Loki knew.  But it would be okay.

The boy was worthy.

[percywinchester27]

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[adder24]

Betty

Summery: If the devil gets all the nice cars what creature gets all the mean ones? A gif story about one man and his love for his car.

Pairings: OC X car

Warnings: I have used the F word.

They say the devil has all the nice cars  Ferrari’s, Lamborghini’s all the fancy exotic names that spark images of wealthy, successful business folk. People who sold their souls to get what they always wanted.

Pretty cars with all the curves, all the horsepower, all the luxuries all the blasted bells and whistles that just scream “Look at me”If that’s the cars the devil gets you, lets just say I’m glad I’m not a part of his circle. 

I like the mean looking cars, the ones that aren’t pretty, the ones that make the ground shake when you cruise slowly down the road, the ones that scream “Fuck off!” 

A ninety Sixty nine Dodge Charger R/T in Black. That’s the one, that for me is the car that screamed “Fuck off” When I saw it. I named her Betty, because yes I heard the song Black betty and it just seemed to stick. 

Yeah she handles like a brick, she’s stubborn, she’s tetchy, she won’t start when it’s too cold and she can be a pain in the ass...but I love her. I love the way she purrs when you talk to her nicely and she starts for me, I love the way the light captures all her rigid angles and makes her paintwork almost mirror like.

At night is when she comes into her own, at night the darkness brings out that mean mother fucker look, the lights hiding behind the grill emerge giving her soulless, demonic eyes that just haunt you.

The paintwork shimmers under the street lights, not giving much away. She becomes like a shadow that merges into the night with a lot of tyre squeal and smoke

She’s my car. So if the devil gets all the fancy cars, who gets all the mean ugly looking ones?

Me.

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.....Oh I’m freaking back baby

[growningupgeek]

Carry on, 15 years

Carry on my wayward sons

Fifteen years and you are done

Lay your weary heads to rest

Don't you cry no more. 

You had to rise above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond Chuck's illusions

As you were soaring ever higher

He thought you flew too high. 

Though your eyes have seen some are still like the blind men

Speak your mind and they'll think that you're madmen

Hear our voices when you're dreaming and you'll hear them say

Carry on my wayward sons 

Fifteen years and you are done 

Lay your weary heads to rest

Don't you cry no more. 

Masquerading as FBI for a reason

You've fought a big bad every season

Chuck can claim to be the wise man 

But it surely means that he don't know

With stormy seas you've moved our emotions

Tossed about we're like ships on your ocean

If you set a course for winds of fortune

You'll always hear our voices say

Carry on my wayward sons

Fifteen years and you are done

Lay your weary heads to rest

Don't you cry no more. 

Carry on, we will always remember

Carry on, Winchesters will live on forever

Because your life's no longer empty

Escape the heaven made for you. 

Carry on my wayward sons

Fifteen years and you are done

Lay your weary heads to rest

Don't you cry no more. 

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[atc74]

I Improvised

Square Filled: Date Night

Warnings: Sam puking, kids being caring, Jack babysitting, Dean being a sweet little bean

Summary: Dean and his wife!reader are getting ready for date night when their sitter, poor Sammy, comes down with a case of the pukies. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1104

Written for: @spngenrebingo @jayankles Bailey’s Quotes Challenge, my prompt is in bold below. 

Beta’d by the incredible @hannahindie. Thanks Doll!

Tonight was the one night a month that you truly looked forward to. Being a hunter, married to a hunter and raising children in the world was not an easy task, but you and Dean made it a point to have date night at least one night a month, no matter what was going on in your lives.

As you showered, making sure every inch of your body was smooth and soft, your thoughts drifted to your husband. Dean was everything you had hoped for when you dreamed about love as a little girl. He was handsome, loving, generous and selfless. He was an amazing lover, partner and father. A scream ripped through your reverie, startling you enough that you almost slipped on the tile floor.

You slammed the water off and grabbed your towel, drying your feet as much as you could to prevent another slip on the cold, concrete floors. With the towel wrapped hastily under your arms, you threw open the door and ran down the hall in search of the scream. You weren’t sure if it were your son or daughter, but it had made your blood run cold when you’d heard it.

“Dean? Brenna? Bradley? What’s wrong? Where are you?” you called out for your family as you reached the library. There were books and toys scattered about the room, but no sign of a Winchester anywhere. “Sam? Jack?”

You continued onto the kitchen, but still nothing. You came back down the hall that held the living quarters. The door to your room was shut, as normal, but Sam’s door was open, hushed voices coming from inside. You quickly grabbed a robe from your room before heading to Sam’s.

“Hey, what is going on? You can’t just scre-!” you stopped mid sentence at the sight before you.  

Your brother-in-law was on all fours in the corner of his room, his head in the trash bin. You watched as he dry heaved into the basket. Your children stood on either side of him, Breanna holding his hair back while Bradley rubbed a hand up and down his back. If it hadn’t been so gross, your heart would have shattered at the sweet gesture.

“Sam? Are you okay, Buddy?” you walked closer, your children looking up at you with big eyes.

“Mama, I think Uncle Sam is sick,” Bradley announced.

“He’s real sick Mama,” Brenna added in.

“I can see that,” you acknowledge their uncle upchucking in the garbage and shooed them back. “Sam, can I get you anything?”

“Bed,” he groaned out.

After you managed to get Sam into bed, with some crackers and ginger ale on the bedside table, and a clean bucket on the floor, you swiped a cold cloth over his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it’s date night and I ruined it,” Sam said quietly.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about that. Let’s just worry about getting you better,” you shushed him and he quickly fell asleep.

When you returned to the library, the room was even more quiet than before. You still had not seen Dean, but now the children weren’t there either after you told them to pick up their toys. The toys were straightened, but they were nowhere to be found.

Since date night was a bust, you returned to your room to throw on some leggings and one of Dean’s shirts. As you rounded the corner, you heard hushed voices again, this time coming from the kitchen.

Bradley popped out into the hall. “Hi Mom! Whatchya doin’?”

“I was looking for you and your sister and your dad. Where is he?” you asked, noting the smirk on his face that looked so much like Dean’s.

“Um...h-he’s in the library...” Bradley stuttered out.

“Uh huh, sure he is,” you looked down at him, your hands on your hips. “Quit stalling, Mister. Where is your father?”

“I’m right here, Sweetheart. Hey Bud, why don’t you go help your sister, ‘kay?” Dean crouched down next to your son. Bradley took off down the hall.

“What are you hiding and why is our son covering for you?” you demanded of your husband.

“Well, I was putting together a surprise for you since date night got all jacked up,” Dean said sheepishly.

“A surprise?” you were a little shocked. Dean always had been a romantic but since the children came, there hadn’t been much time.

“Yeah. I made the kids favorite dinner for them and then they are bunking down in Jack’s room to watch a Scooby marathon, then you and I are heading out to the garage for an improvised date night,” he informed you.

You and Dean delivered dinner to Jack’s room for all three of them. Dean left a list of instructions for Jack and the two of you slipped out quietly as Scooby played on the television.

Dean asked you to close your eyes as you approached the garage. “Please? I know this has been a long month and with Sam getting sick, we had to cancel. Just...please?”

“Alright,” you conceded, closing your eyes. Dean’s large hands guided you through the door and down the few stairs. You could smell motor oil and gasoline, but also something that smelled slightly of...garlic?

You heard a scraping on the floor and Dean’s hands pushed down gently on your shoulders, silently asking you to sit. He pushed your chair in and told you to open your eyes.

He had hung a few twinkling lights around the work bench and set up a table with a checked cloth on it. Your favorite pizza was still in the box on the table with a bucket of beer on ice and candles.

“You did this for me?” you asked.

“Well, I did this for us. I know you aren’t a hundred percent about leaving the kids with Jack; I’m not either, but we still get a sitter and date night,” Dean handed you a beer. “I improvised.”

“So this is what Bradley was helping you hide?” you guessed.

“Yeah, Brenna, too. She set the table, but was mad I wouldn’t let her light the candles,” Dean laughed.

“Thank you for date night, Honey,” you closed the gap between you and pecked your husband on the lips. When you pulled away, he was left wanting more.

“Is that it? That’s all I get?” he scoffed.

“Winchester, I am starving and you know better than to stand between me and pizza. Don’t worry, we got all night,” you grabbed a slice and threw your husband a wink. “I see the blankets you set up in Baby’s backseat.”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married...” Dean quipped. “I gotta keep the romance alive, Sweetheart.”

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[lokilickedme]

Okay now I'm wondering about the Loki/Topaz story. I remember you mentioning that a while back.

Una In Perpetuum

From the story summary on my AO3 draft:

Loki's been quite the popular boy during his time on Sakaar, waiting for his brother to arrive...but Thor's taking his sweet time, and the God of Mischief has had very little trouble charming his way into the Grandmaster's favor and onto his famous orgy ship. But at the end of every party Loki finds himself looking for the same person to sleep it off with.

I love the idea of this one so much and I’m just waiting for some motivation to finish it...maybe the Disney Loki series will be the magic ticket to that?  Or I could just slam-watch Ragnarok a few times and see what that does for me.

@bethbabybaby

[caramell0w]

Little Sister

Parings: Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You’re Chris’s little sister and he is very protective of you

A/N: This is for a anon request prompt I got where Seb see Reader (Chris’s younger sister) and falls for her; but Chris is way too protective.

Warnings: Smut...I’m lazy and don’t want to break it all down...

Word Count: 1593

Masterlist

I love my big brother, he is one of the best; and I’m lucky to have him. Whenever I had issues growing up with guys he was the first to jump in to be my white knight. You used to love it; until I didn’t. It was great when I was 13 and boys were trying to make me do things I wasn’t comfortable with; it’s another thing now that I’m an adult and are capable of making my own choices as a woman.

The first time I met Sebastian, I was visiting Chris on the set of Captain America: The First Avenger and I fell head over heels. He was caring, sexy as hell, and funny. He was everything I wanted in a guy; and he seemed interested in me! Chris, being the overprotective brother stepped in and put a stop it anything before it began. Sebastian was warned off and I was given a lecture about how it’s not right because he is his co-worker.

A few years went on, and the filming on The Winter Soldier happened. Chris watched the way Sebastian looked at me and how I reciprocated. He put his foot down and reminded me that getting involved was a bad idea as Sebastian was his co-worker and he didn’t want there to be bad blood if things went south. I fantasized about that man as The Winter Soldier everyday. What he would do to me, how much he would push and pleasure me. I was constantly on fire and needy.

Sebastian’s name was forgotten about by Chris again until filming started on Captain America: Civil War. I was invited to the set two weeks into filming. The highway scene is on the call schedule for the next week and when Sebastian walks on set with the red henley and jeans, I want to die. I look at his left arm and see he has the winter soldier arm and I imagine what it would be like to have those fingers on me; I can’t help the whimper that passes my lips. He has put on a lot of muscle and everything about the man is delicious.

Chris greets him with a friendly handshake and pat on the back, and he turns his attention on me. “Y/N?” His smile spreads across his face and my knees go weak.

“Hi Sebastian, good to see you again,” I smile and he pulls me in for a hug.

Someone calls for Chris on set and the two of us are left standing there. “Does he know?”

“I don’t think so. I have been extra careful to not talk about you when he’s around.”

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N, it’s been too long.” He’s itching to pull me into his embrace and I want nothing more than to melt into his touch; but I don’t.

“Sebastian, it’s only been a month,” I laugh.

“It’s a month too long, and I can’t get enough of you. God, I want to kiss you so bad. Please tell me you are free tonight and I can come over?”

“I don’t think he has anything planned for me; so I think that will be fine.”

Sebastian’s personal assistant comes for him and filming begins on the scene. I watch him intently, the way he moves, the murderous look in his eyes; it all sets me on fire and I can’t wait until tonight. I’m tempted to head back to my room and play with myself, thinking of the perfect man that I call mine.

Finally, after what seems like forever, filming wraps for the day and we all head back to the hotel. I feign not feeling well to get out of dinner with Chris and he seems to buy it. Maybe I should have gone into acting too! I send a quick text to Sebastian letting him know my room number and to come over.

I hear a quiet knock on the door and look through the peephole, Sebastian is on the other side looking sexy as ever. I unlock the door and usher him in, looking up and down the hall for Chris.

“Did my brother see you?”

“No, I told him I was tired and wanted to call it an early night, he was okay with it. Now, I am in desperate need of some sugar.” He taps his lips with his index finger. “Come here and give me some.” He takes a step closer and wraps his hands around my waist and the back of my neck. His kiss his needy and I moan as he dips his tongue into mine.

He walks me backwards and my legs hit the bed. “Strip baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I need to feel you around me.” He commands, and I comply pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my shorts off. I stand there in a red lacy bra and matching panties. He apprases my choice of undergarments and smiles wide.

“Red has become my new favorite color after seeing you today Seb. You are wicked hot as the Winter Soldier. The knives, the murder strut, I couldn’t wait to come back and play, I was so horny watching you today.” I reach forward and slide my hands under his shirt and pull it over his head. My hands went down to his pants and I undid them, sliding my hand into his boxers and stroking his hard cock.

He groans, “Fuck babe, when I saw you and couldn’t touch you, it was like torture.” His head falls back as I drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft and take him all the way in, my nose hitting the curls at the base. I start with a steady rhythm of bobbing my head back and forth, rolling his balls between my fingers.

He pulls me off with a pop and helps me stand. “I need to be in you. When you got back here tonight, fif you get yourself off picturing me?” I nod my head and he kisses me. “Good girl.” He swipes his long index finger through my folds and I gasp as his fingers gently rub my clit. “So wet. How bad do you want me?”

“So bad Seb, please. I want you to fill me up.” I turn and bend over the edge of the bed, my ass in the air. I hear him growl and he grabs my hips, sliding himself in me ever so slowly. We both moan and he drags his cock out. He keeps up the torturously slow pace as I rub small circles on my clit. “Oh fuck, please I need more, fuck me harder Seb. Make me yours.”

“I’m enjoying just being in you babe, I want this to last.” He grips my hips tighter, but doesn’t change his pace.

“Seb, if you don’t fuck me like a crazed man, I’ll keep you from it for the next week. I’m going to be here everyday and I’ll make sure you wear short skirts with no panties under them. I’ll make sure you know it too,” I threatened.

“You wouldn’t.”

I turn and look over my shoulder at him, “I would.”

He starts pounding into me, my ass bouncing off his thick thighs and my legs start shaking. I’m moaning so loud I don’t even care who hears at this point. Sebastian’s cock is stroking my inner muscles and I’m clenching around him greedily. I drop my head onto my arm as I start coming around his cock. I thrust back into him, trying to riding my orgasm and he suddenly pulls out.

“On your knees, and open your mouth” he says. I turn around and drop to my knees, opening my mouth wide as he strokes himself. A stream of come hits the corner of my lips and he continues to pump his load into my waiting mouth. I wrap my lips around the tip and suck the last of his come off him, swallowing everything he offered.

The two of us lay blissed out on the bed when we hear a loud knock on my door. We turn to look at one another wide eyed and I run to the bathroom to throw on a robe. Sebastian grabs his clothes and wedges himself into a corner from view and I open the door. Chris is standing there.

“Y/N, how you feeling? Chris asks, looking past me into my room.

“I’m fine, what are you looking for?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“Is there something you want to tell me? Maybe about a certain someone?” He tries to push past me into the room and I stand my ground, not allowing him to pass. “I promise I won’t kill him. Sebastian, get your ass out here.”

Sebastian comes into view and I’m mortified. “Hey Chris,” he smiles and gives a small wave. “How’d you know?”

“You may play an assassin in the movies; but you aren’t very stealthy. I saw you enter her room; and I put two and two together. Just don’t make me kick your ass, alright?”

“I’ll treat her like a princess, cross my heart.” Chris nods and turns on his heal, leaving the two of us alone and I close the door. “Get your ass back on that bed, Princess. I’m starved and you’re my next meal.” He smiles wickedly and I swallow thickly knowing it’s going to be a long night.

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[eridanusco]

Sometimes

Pairing: Winchester x Reader

Summary: Sometimes love just isn't enough.

Word Count: 196

Warnings: Angst, man.

(A/N): This is a repost of something that tumblr ate about a year ago. I’m tagging who I originally tagged in it.

Sometimes, no matter how much you loved someone, it just wasn't enough. After too many sleepless nights to count, backs turned towards each other, you realize that love alone doesn't stop that sinking feeling you get when you hear him come home.

Love alone doesn't make it any easier to reach out to him, to forgive him for the snappy comments and hurtful tone that you know he didn't mean.

Too much has happened between you. Too many tears have been shed, too many cuts have been made to your heart for an easy repair to be made.

Ego gets in the way, and distrust. You begin to question if the love is still there at all, until it happens. When you tell him you're leaving, and you see the pain in his eyes, you know the love is still there. You know because looking at his hurt, your chest is aching and someone is twisting your insides. You can't breathe.

And when he looks down, and says,

“Go if you want,”

You leave, because even knowing your heart was with him, you had never felt more alone than when you laid in bed beside him.

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[atc74]

Stay

Square Filled: Free Space

Warnings: Angst, talk of the Mark of Cain

Summary: Dean pushes the reader away because of the Mark, but in a moment of strength, admits he needs her

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 951

Written for: @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: @pinknerdpanda, I am sorry I hurt our baby, but I still loves you. 

I had this idea for a while now, floating around in the hot mess that is my brain. I decided it needed to come out. Inspired by Stay by Florida Georgia Line.  Here is the finished product. If you like it, tell others, if you don’t, keep it to yourself. There is no room for hate here. 

In my summary, I say “in a moment of strength” because it takes strength to admit you need someone, that you need help. It is not a moment of weakness. Don’t ever think you are weak. 

“Just get out! I don’t want you here! Why don’t you get that?” Dean screamed at her. She had never seen him this angry. His hands shot out and knocked the lamp off the table, smashing it to the floor.

“Dean, I don’t understand where this is coming from. I have been through Hell and Purgatory with you. I stayed by your side even when the Mark turned you into a damn demon, and now...now when we are so close, you kick me out?” Tears streamed down her face. They had fought before, but never like this.

“I said get out! Get your shit and get out!” Dean turned and stomped down the hall, almost knocking Sam over in the process.

“Y/N…” he started.

“Sam, just don’t. I know what this is and if this is what he wants, fine. I’m gone,” you held your hand up to stop any further argument with him and went to collect the necessities from the room you shared with Dean. Ten minutes later you swung your duffle your over shoulder and headed to the garage.

Baby’s spot was empty and you knew Dean had left to clear his head. You also felt deep down that Dean didn’t mean any of those things he had said to you. It was the Mark ruling him now. You knew it would get worse before it got better, but if he wanted you gone, then gone you would be.

Weeks went by before you even attempted to reach Sam. Word travelled fast and through the hunter grapevine, you had heard that a hunt had gone south.

“Sam?” you asked as soon as he answered.

“Y/N? Where are you? Are you okay? I have been worried sick about you,” Sam blurted out.

“I’m okay Sam. I can’t tell you where I am, it will only anger Dean...how is he?” you whispered.

“He’s in bad shape, Y/N. He won’t talk to me, but I hear him at night in your room. I think he is talking to you,” Sam sighed heavily. You knew it wasn’t easy on him, seeing his brother like this.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I wish I could be there, bu - what do you mean? You hear him talking to me?” you asked.

“I don’t know. But I hear murmurings and your name. This last case was bad, Y/N. The Mark...it’s killing him and I don’t know how much longer he can hang on. I can’t let my brother become a demon again,” Sam voice cracked and you could hear a sniff on the other end.

“We’re so close Sam, I can feel it. Just a bit longer,” you promised. You ended the call and returned to your research. You hated witches as much as the Winchesters, but this called for some necessary evil and you almost had everything you needed.

It was close to three in the morning and your eyes had grown weary. You closed the book and headed for bed when your phone lit up with a new notification. It was an email...from Dean. You opened the email to find it empty, save a voice file. You took a deep breath before you clicked on the file.

“Y/N, I know you have absolutely no damn reason to listen to this, but all I can do is hope for the best. There are so many things I want to tell you. So many things I should have said, but I was - am - a coward and I couldn’t say them to your face. It was easier to push you away. But time is running out and I’m starting to lose my faith. My faith in Sam and Cas. I know they’re trying, but in these times I need a saving grace. I'd sell my soul just to see your face. And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.

My heart's on my sleeve, but it's turning black because of this mark. Without your touch I'm not gonna last. You’re the only thing that kept me in control for the last year.  It feels like my walls are caving in and I am going to lose it any minute. I feel like I am just inches away from hurting them, hurting my family, and I'll do anything to have you here again. But is it too late? If I told you I loved you, would it make you want to stay? I'm sorry for the way I hurt you and making you walk away. I should have taken the time to tell you how much you meant to me, instead of taking the easy way out.

The days are cold, the nights are long and I can't stand to be alone, not anymore. Please know this is not your fault and all I want is to tell you I love you and make you wanna stay. There's gotta be a way, 'cause going on without you is killing me everyday. I don’t know how to do this without you anymore. Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay?”

You listened a couple more times. Hearing the tremble in his voice, the thickness as he was overcome with emotion, ripped your heart out all over again. You knew he loved you, but in all those years you were together, he had never said them.

You grabbed your keys and were out the door. It took you less than twenty minutes and you found him exactly where you knew he’d be. He looked up at you, eyes red, face tear stained.

“You are enough Dean. You always were and I will always stay.”

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Hi, just wanted to say keep up the good work and I'm trying very hard to be patient and supportive. Also for some reason I've never been able to find Trickster 's Tales, I think it may be the only thing I've never read. Currently I am re-reading Chemical on AO3, since it's been over a year since I read it. So any way, keep working hard and don't let the naysayers get to you.

I have naysayers?  Hmm...do tell...this is the first I’ve heard of it and now I’m curious.  The only thing getting to me at the moment is exhaustion and a compelling need to get NBaL finished this week...and a sudden obsessive urge to rearrange my livingroom, which hit me at a really stupid time lol  :)

Thanks for the support, I appreciate it!(oh and Trickster’s Tales is a compilation of Loki stories, I’m rewriting a couple of my old short fics to go in it)

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Quarantined

Word Count: 1,368

Characters: Bucky x Reader (kinda), Steve, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Quarantine shopping, Petulant!Bucky, Bickering Sam and Bucky, Exasperated!Steve, language (obvi)

SSB Square Filled: “I’ve Knocked Out Adolf Hitler over 200 times.” (bolded below)

Requested by: @princessmisery666: “Drabble request - Steve, Sam and Bucky shopping for quarantine supplies!! Let the games (arguments) begin 😘.”

Beta: @shy-violet-soul - you are da bomb dot come, Vy. I loves you! 

A/N: I loved this request. I feel like we could all use a little levity given the current circumstances. This is the first time I’ve written Sam or Steve, and only my second time writing Bucky. I hope this makes you smile. Feedback is greatly appreciated! If you’d like to request a drabble (which will decidedly not be a drabble because, words) - see this post.

x

Quarantined

“Infiltrate, extract and then get the hell out of there.” Steve’s voice was stern as he continued. “Everyone clear?” 

The trio before him nodded solemnly, all of them feeling the dregs of weariness creeping in before the mission even began.

“Any questions?” 

Bucky squinted at a small scrap of paper clenched in one hand as he raised the other. Steve sighed, but nodded at his friend.

“What the hell is a ‘Clorox wipe’ and why do we need so goddamn many of them?” 

Sam choked on a laugh, earning him a terse glare from the former assassin. 

“What’s so funny, Big Bird?” Bucky grumbled.

Grinning, Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, his palm stinging slightly from the contact with the metal. 

“Man, sometimes I forget just how damn old you are. But then you come in here with all that,” Sam waved a hand in front of a scowling Bucky and continued. “And it all comes rushing back.”

Steve groaned as Bucky launched into a diatribe of curses and insults aimed at Sam. Y/n shot Steve a sympathetic look before a particular string of four letter words made her clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.

“Alright, enough. We don’t have time for this. I know this isn’t our usual job, but given the current situation, we don’t exactly have a choice. We are the ones imposing on y/n and she wasn't exactly prepared for us to be staying with her during a quarantine."

Their first reaction to the social distancing mandate had been fraught with eyerolls and grunts of protest. Yes, the serum made Bucky and Steve immune to the virus, but there was no way to know if they could still be carriers. And then there were Sam and y/n who did not have the benefit of super immunity. In the end, they'd all decided it would be best to comply if for no other reason than to be an example to the public. If Captain friggin America was doing his part to stop the spread of the disease, then everyone else should to. 

"We should pair off," Steve began. "Bucky - "

"I call dibs on y/n!" Bucky shouted, cutting him off. 

"Dibs? Really, Tin Man?" Sam groaned, exasperated.

"Yes, dibs. It's better than having to look at your ugly mugs for the next however-long-this-shit-takes. It's bad enough I have to be stuck in a house with a friggin pigeon -" Bucky jabbed a finger in Sam's direction before aiming it at Steve, “and Mr. ‘I’ve Knocked Out Adolf Hitler over 200 times’ until this thing blows over."

Sam and Steve opened their mouths to protest, but y/n cleared her throat, drawing the gaze of three pairs of guilty eyes.

“Alright, children. If you’re finished, can we please get this over with? Bucky, I’m overlooking the fact that you called ‘dibs’ on me like I’m some kind of possession, solely because I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you and Sam pair up. You two are the actual worst when you’re together.” Y/n plucked the list from Bucky’s fist and a disinfectant wipe from the container beside the door before wiping down the cart and heading inside without sparing another look in his direction.

Bucky sighed. “I swear I’m gonna marry that girl some day.”

“Bold of you to assume she’s into geriatrics with scrambled brains,” Sam groused.

Bucky flipped him off, metal finger gleaming in the sunlight before hurrying inside after her.

-----

“This place is amazing!” Bucky marvelled, gazing up at the towering shelves and running his hand over a 50 pound bag of rice. “Whoa! Look at how huge this is!” 

Y/n looked up from her list just in time to see him dump a gallon of ketchup into the cart. 

“We do not need that much ketchup, Buck. We have a list. We need to stick to the list.” 

Bucky frowned, removing the ketchup and placing it back on the shelf. “You’re no fun, sweetheart.”

Ignoring his whining, y/n proceeded down the aisle in search of the next item on her list: peanut butter. As she perused the options before here, Bucky's attention was drawn to something else.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed.

Y/n turned to find her companion gazing longingly at a five pound bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. She sighed as he directed a pleading look at her. The man was the former Fist of Hydra; a goddamned ghost story until a few years prior. And here he was, in the middle of Sam's club silently begging her for chocolate like a three year old child.

She sighed again. "Go ahead." 

Bucky's eyes went wide with excitement as he scooped up two bags and all but flung them into the shopping cart.

"Bucky we do not need 10 pounds of chocolate chips. Put one of them back."

He frowned. "But y/n…"

Holding her hand up, she cut him off. "No buts, James Barnes. Put. One. Back."

Bucky regarded her for a second, his mouth puckered to one side as he chewed the inside of his cheek. She met his petulant stare with one of her own as an elderly couple maneuvered their cart around them. Bucky groaned, stomping his foot and snatching a bag from the cart and tossing it back on the shelf.

"Come on, you big baby. Let's get this over with," she chuckled, tipping her head toward the next aisle.

Falling in step behind her, Bucky grumbled under his breath. "I bet this place doesn't even have any plums."

-----

Thirty minutes and two full shopping carts later, the teams reconvened at the front of the store. Steve's usually tidy hair fell haphazardly over his forehead as though he'd been running his finger through it repeatedly. Sam crossed his arms smugly and leveled Bucky with a teasing glare.

"How'd you do old man?" Sam beamed. "You didn't forget the prunes, did you? You're looking like they could come in handy right about now."

Bucky ground his teeth together, only suppressing a searing reply because he felt y/n squeeze his arm in warning. He raked his gaze over Sam and Steve's cart and balked. 

"How come Sam gets a giant box of fruit snacks?" Bucky growls, starting at Steve accusingly.

Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes closed. "Dammit, Sam. I told you no fruit snacks."

Sam shrugged, unrepentant. Y/n grimaced, shaking her head sympathetically at the exasperated Captain.

"If Sam gets fruit snacks, I'm getting that gallon of ketchup." Bucky flung his arm behind him, vaguely gesturing toward the condiment aisle. 

Y/n jabbed a frustrated finger into his chest, lifting her chin to look him in the eyes, fury darkening her features. 

"You have no idea how tempting it is to leave you here." She emphasized each of her words with a corresponding jab to his pectorals.

Behind her Sam snickered and she whirled on him "You too, Bird Man. Look at what you've done to him." She pointed at Steve, his shoulders slumped and his face drawn.  "He's supposed to be your friend, you idjits. And now look at him!"

Sam looked at the floor and Bucky scuffed the toe of his boot against the worn tile beneath him.

"Apologize and then Steve and I are leaving you two to check out while we go get pizza and ice cream at the cafe. Frankly we deserve it for having to put up with you two today."

Steve perked up a little at her words. Sam and Bucky shared a look but y/n ignored it and tapped her foot impatiently.

The two men mumbled a half-hearted apology and y/n smiled, satisfied.

"Come on Cap," she tucked her arm in his and began leading him away. "My treat."

Sam and Bucky gaped at the pair's retreating backs. Bucky sighed.

"I think I'm in love, Sam."

Sam chuckled, gripping the handle of one cart as Bucky took the other. Taking their spot in line, the men stood in silence until Bucky cleared his throat.

"Sam?"

Sam hummed in response.

"She called us 'idjits'. What the hell does that mean?"

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Two Ghosts

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Two ghosts passing each other by. Can they become who they used to be?

Word Count: 431

Warnings: Flangst?

(A/N): This is a repost of something that tumblr ate about a year ago. I’m tagging who I originally tagged in it, and this was obviously inspired by the song Two Ghosts from legend Harry Styles.

“We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

The song plays on repeat as I hang my head, remembering when you used to poke fun at me for listening to “a former teeny bopper”, as you put it. What I wouldn’t give for those days; the jokes, all the smiles and laughter of days past had turned dark. What once was bright eyes and flushed cheeks became downcast eyes and footsteps on eggshells.

What did I do wrong? I made you fall out of love with me, although I knew it would happen eventually. I never deserved you- you were too big for me. Too important. I was just a blip- a nobody. You were the sun that everyone revolved around.

As I sat there, eyes blurred with unshed tears, I was so lost in my musings that I didn’t hear the footsteps headed in my direction.

Dean’s POV

Coming to a stop in the doorframe, I watched as a solitary tear made its way down her face. I remembered a time when it would have been easy to reach out, to comfort her. Somehow, without me noticing, we had changed. The days we used to spend inside, not able to get enough of each other were long gone.

It seemed like everything that came out of my mouth was wrong. I stood there, watching her hunched over shoulders beginning to shake as the tears became more frequent. Sighing, I gathered up my courage and made my way over to her.

As I sat on the bed, she froze.

“Please,” she begged me. “Please don’t touch me.” My hand froze on its journey to her back. I could feel my heart splintering- someone shoving a knife into me would hurt less.

“I’m-” my voice cracked. Clearing it, I tried again. “I’m so goddamned sorry, sweetheart.” I tried to put everything I was feeling into those 5 words, hoping she would understand. “I’m not good at this, I never have been. But you, you and Sammy are the only good I’ve got. Please baby, don’t do this. Don’t fight me. I’m here, I swear.”

Her voice came then, soft and tired, “I can’t, Dean. I’ve tried so hard with you, through the Mark, Amara, you as a demon. I’ve loved you through everything. But I’m breaking, D.”

“Break all you want, sweetheart,” I told her, steely conviction making its way into my voice. “I’ll put you together baby. I’ll fix it.”

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[adder24]

So this bitch is happening!

I wanted a challenge...I opted for this

Yes this ^

This one scene made my friends hairs stand on end and thus the challenge was thrown down.

I wanted to get it done for his birthday in a week...I can officially say it won’t be happening because look at this! Look at how much detail I need to do! Is it testing my patience. Oh heck yes!

Here is the progress

Tumblr don’t do it justice. Lets go closer

So that there is That bitch Thanos and his bitch army

And this barren wasteland will eventually be cap and his rendition of Mr Lonely.

It’s taking Forever.

I may get it done before Christmas and I’m hoping I do because I think there is only so many times I can keep yelling things like “Why is there a random bitch rock here?” or “If I have to keep touching up Thanos’s ass, I will go fucking blind” before I am sectioned.

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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury, Chuck Shurley, Castiel, Gabriel, Lenore, Ash (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Supernatural AU - Freeform, Vampire Sam, Hunter Dean Summary:

A Supernatural AU based on Fresh Blood and inspired by the EW Halloween cover shoot and a picture I found on Google Images.

When Sam killed Gordon he swllowed some of the vampire’s blood. When it reacts with the demon blood already in his system he leaves Dean and his life behind rather than force his brother to kill him. This is the story of the loney road they have to travel. 

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