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OP who would YOU smash who are your Hollywood picks?

Ooooh! SOOOO many, dear anon! (Why do you think I started this blog? 😉)

Let me give you a small - well, I say small... - cross-section:

Row 1: Leslie Howard, my forever fave; Jimmy Stewart; as you can probably tell from the profile picture and header of this blog, I have a thing for Gene Kelly; I always say that the ultimate bisexual experience is watching "High Society" and not knowing whether you fancy Grace Kelly or Bing Crosby (that voice!) more, so there they both are; and to finish out the first row we have the gorgeous Jane Russell.

Row 2: Starting off with the dangerously flirty Robert Hardy; following it up with the four great hellraisers Richard Burton; Peter O'Toole; Richard Harris and Oliver Reed; and a woman who's starred with all four, Vanessa Redgrave.

Row 3: Sid James, the man with the filthiest laugh in films; the delicious Ava Gardner; the "Sound of Music" couple that wasn't to be Christopher Plummer and Eleanor Parker; the divine Alain Delon; and another great Frenchman, Serge Gainsbourg.

Row 4: The Swedish row: Harriet Andersson; the brilliant director Ingmar Bergman, this man's understanding of women is truly remarkable; Max von Sydow; Georg Funkquist, one of Sweden's great character actors; Jarl Kulle my beloved; Eva Dahlbeck.

Row 5: The Norwegian row: Anne-Lise Tangstad; Rolf Søder, the man with a laugh that nearly rivals Sid James's; Per Sunderland who has a voice that does things to me; Knut Wigert who is one of the most sensual men I've ever come across; Arne Aas; Ingerid Vardund.

Row 6: Jack Nicholson, he always had it never lost it; Ann-Margret; Robert Redford, I saw him in "The Great Gatsby" when I was 12 and that was it; Alan Bates, we love a bisexual king!; David Hemmings; Anna Quayle.

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I wrote this months ago and let it sit on the shelf. I’m finally ready to dust it off and give it another go...so let’s see what it do...

Part iii - Trifecta

Torren Sykes hadn’t lived what anyone would consider an exciting life. In fact, in her twenty-three years, she had only just left her mom’s double-wide trailer in East Bumble Fuck less than a year ago. Not quite 365 days later, she still didn’t have a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.

Truthfully, she usually didn’t know where she would be getting her next meal - that sort of thing wasn’t really a big deal to her. She actually liked the mystery of it all. There was something undeniably sexy about not knowing what the day would bring - who she would run into, or have to take something off of to survive. If someone else had to get hurt so she could make it through another day, such was life. She’d won. Those other people just needed to be better at playing the fucking game, plain and simple. 

Besides, pulling a caper or two kept her on her toes. She learned how to pull off the best of them from her mother. It’s not like adulting was one of Leslie’s strong suits. 

If only her mother had been more like her Me-Maw, now that woman was a saint. For reasons that Torren never cared to ask, she lived with her Me-Maw until she was five years old.  Leslie would periodically visit her to drop off the obligatory present on Christmas or her birthday if that bitch remembered. Not that they were ever good presents – just some cheap ass, unwrapped items she happened to pick up at the dollar store. Torren couldn't remember a gift that she had received wasn't still in the plastic bag with the receipt in it.

Cheap, whore.

Just once she would have liked a real baby doll from Toys-R-Us, instead of those cheap, hard, plastic dolls that the hand molds weren't cut out evenly, and the jagged edges cut the shit out of her face when she tried to sleep with it. But, that was Leslie. Torren didn't choose her; Leslie sure as shit didn't choose her daughter.

It became painfully clear to Torren that her mother didn’t want anything to do with her after her Me-Maw died. Unfortunately, she found herself as her mother’s unwitting roommate at a very young age, forcing the girl to spend a lot of time alone. 

By the time she turned nine, Torren was convinced that her mother was a prostitute and she was a trick baby. It was the only explanation she could come up with seeing as how her mother never worked but always had enough money to pay the rent, keep the lights on, and have plenty of booze, chips, and hot dogs in the fridge. 

Not that Torren had many other life experiences with a working parent to compare her situation to, but it just seemed pretty fucking difficult to have a job if one were passed out drunk all the fucking time. Besides, who had time to work when during your waking hours you were spending them with one of your many, many boyfriends? 

Torren used to wonder if one of the multitudes of men that would traipse in and out of that trailer were her father - but the more she got to know what type of person Leslie was, the more she realized that whoever that guy was, had gotten the hell out of dodge. 

Lucky son-of-a-bitch. 

But for all of Leslie’s flaws, she did manage to impart her three philosophies of life onto her daughter - the three things that Torren still lived by to this day. It was the least she could do. God knows that whore sure as fuck didn’t do anything else for her.

Mama’s Life Lessons #1 - There is no such thing as too much black eyeliner

As trivial as it sounded, it proved to be a precious lesson. Shortly after she had moved into the trailer, Leslie had forced Torren to sit on the bed and watch as she got ready for another one of her "dates". She had told the little girl that beautiful eyes were the one good gene that ran in their family. “You got to learn how to work ‘em,” Leslie exhaled a long plume of smoke at her reflection in the vanity mirror, “You listenin'? This's important. This right here," she held up the black liner pencil, “is gonna be your best friend.”

Of course, Torren had no idea what she meant. How was a pencil going to her friend? She didn’t really care so much as what her mother was saying to her at the moment, it was more of the fact that she was actually talking to her that made Torren hang on to every word. 

That’s why she picked up the black liner pencil from her mother's cluttered vanity table and leaned over to look in the mirror. She tried tracing her bottom lid, the way her mother had done, but at six it was a little easier said than done. She had just learned how to color inside the lines with a fat crayon; mastering the art of applying liner would have to wait a few more years. 

Leslie, however, was not willing to wait that long, "What the hell's amatta wit'chu, Dumbass? You doin' it all wrong," she said snatching the pencil from the girl's hand. Grabbing Torren roughly by the chin she said, "Gotta teach you every goddamn thing. Hold still." She mumbled more curses and said something about her good-for-nothing mother not teaching her brat anything useful.

By the time she had finished cursing her name, Leslie roughly turned her daughter's head toward the mirror, "Yeah you got those eyes. Now, learn to use ‘em.” Leslie dropped the pencil onto the vanity before picking up her drink and shooing Torren away. 

That was the day that Drew Watkins bought her an ice cream. It had to be the eyeliner. It was a true fact, not just another one of her mother's drunken theories. Eyeliner and her eyes...she didn’t know how she used them, but they worked.

From that day on Torren opted to never step foot outside without heavy black liner again. 

Mama’s Life Lessons #2 - As long as there are men around that want to fuck you, you will never need to work

It wasn’t like she going to go out and get a real job. She wasn’t raised with much of a work ethic. She was too young to remember if her Me-Maw worked and what she gathered from her mother was that there would always be men around to take care of her. 

Leslie told her that she didn’t need to work because working a man was a full-time job. If she were doing that right, she wouldn’t have time for a fucking 9-5. It didn’t matter if he was in a relationship, gay, or the fucking Pope. As long as he a dick and she could bend over, and her eyes were done, her rent was as good as paid. 

If she wanted more than just the basic bills paid, she would have to rethink what all she was willing to do - but just make sure she didn’t do too much otherwise she couldn’t guarantee a steady paycheck every week.

This sage advice didn’t make much sense to 8-year-old Torren, but as the years progressed she started to work it into one of her life’s mottos. She would never want for anything. She could always rely on the kindness of strangers and when that got to be too boring, she could always take it, just to spice things up a bit.  

Mama’s Life Lessons #3 - If you want something do whatever it takes to make sure you get it

As a child that grew up with the television as a babysitter, Torren Sykes knew that she was destined to love Ivar “Lothbrok” Ragnarsson since she was a little girl. Ever since that day she turned on the TV and saw this adorable blue-eyed boy drawing Mickey Mouse ears saying, “I’m Ivar Lothbrok and you’re watching the Disney Channel,” she knew that he had to be hers. 

He was co-starring on a show called The Baker Boys, about three foster kids, who had come to live with a family that owned a bakery. Ivar’s character was named Simon Baker - a mischievous kid that lived with his grandmother until she died and never felt like he fit in with this cookie-cutter family. 

His life was just like hers - minus the cookie-cutter family that loved him and all. She was actually with more of an alcoholic whore that didn’t give a shit if she lived or died, and not pulling stunts in a bakery with flour and messing up orders like him, but she still saw them as kindred spirits. 

When the show got canceled she was devastated. How dare the world try to keep her from her man? Didn’t they understand this was love? Didn’t those people at Disneyland know that he was the only person in the world that understood her?

As if on queue, she happened to find the Season 2 DVD box-set at the library one afternoon. Her mother had kicked her out of the trailer because she had a date and couldn’t have the dumbass child around fucking things up for her. Torren had nothing else to do - at 11-years-old, she had no money, and nowhere to go. At least the library was air-conditioned. 

She wanted that box-set. Slipping it into her backpack unnoticed was the easy part. Trying to get it past the alarms would be harder. She watched for a while, paying particular attention to the way the check-out system worked. 

When the librarians changed shifts, she let a smile cross her lips as she picked a few random books from the shelves. 

Her beautiful eyes went as big as saucers when the alarm buzzed, and the young male librarian looked down at her, still clutching the large reference book to her check. Carefully she had stepped across to the other side of the alarm sensor waiting to collect the books she was checking out.

“I’m sorry, you can’t check out reference books,” the young man said, blinking his hazel eyes at Torren, the corner of his lip tugging into a smile.

She let a pout fall on her lips as she lowered her large eyes down to the book in her arms, “Oh...sorry.” She handed the book back, “I didn’t realize I still had it.” And like that, she walked out of the library with her prize.

She had stolen for Ivar...now if that wasn’t love what was?

The only thing that had threatened their love through the years is when Ivar got married. It damn near broke Torren’s heart. How could he be so cruel? She didn’t give a fuck that the marriage was short-lived. She even understood why he had to do it. He had gotten that bitch pregnant, and he didn’t have much choice. But, he cut her deep. 

Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Didn’t he know that she stuck by him when he had joined 6cess and had seen him in concert 3 times? She still had the autographed photo of the two of them from the signing at Spring Hills Mall - when she was wearing that blue midriff cardigan and ripped jeans and he had his arm around her. That shirt brought out the color in his eyes. She even wore Happy, which he said was his favorite perfume. She thought it smelled like Comet, but she stole a bottle of it from Macy’s right before the photo-op to smell good for him. 

And he went and pulled this shit?

Besides, Johnny Law said that she was still too young for him and that he could get arrested for being with her. She knew that he had to pretend to have a normal life so that no one would know about their love affair. She was just understanding like that. It gave her time to grow up a little more so that when they could he be together, the law wouldn't be standing in their way. She really didn't give a fuck, but she suspected he did. Why else hadn't he come for her?

Torren didn’t even like their music. She wasn’t a boyband kind of girl, but for him, she would make the exception. She was more of the gangsta rap or heavy metal type girl. But if Ivar was serenading her, she’d listen to sappy, wrist-slitting, emo, shit rock all fucking day long, because she loved him. 

She hated that he had gotten that whore pregnant, too. She understood that he had to pretend that they had a normal marriage. She knew that when he was fucking that bitch, he was really imagining it was her. The years apart had made him a master at hiding his true feelings for her. He couldn't give anyone cause for suspicion. If he let on the truth he could risk losing everything…his house, cars, job, and his kid. That whore was trying to keep them apart. But, she was just a small obstacle that posed no real threat to Torren.

She did not doubt that she would be his daughter's new mommy. The kid would probably be sad at first that she wouldn't be with that other woman like Torren had been when her grandmother died. But, the kid would get used to it. Torren was going to be a whole hell of a lot better at being a mom than her piece of shit mother was to her. That was for damn sure. She was going to teach her stepdaughter all about eyeliner, and how to dye her hair. 

She was going to teach her what party clothes every woman should have in her wardrobe and how to get a man to do whatever she wanted by just batting her eyes at him. She would even share her secrets on what pills to mix and what dosages to give for submission, making a man catatonic, and if she was really good, she'd teach what to put in a drink to kill someone. Hell, she even planned on giving the child her most discrete drug contacts. That would of course have to wait until she was older – at least 13. She was going to be such a good mommy. 

Ivar's daughter was going to love Torren as much as Torren loved him. They were going to be the perfect family.

Torren was as hopelessly devoted to Ivar as he was to her. He had waited for her to become legal. Just months before she was old enough to legally consent to sex, and get married without parental permission, his marriage started falling apart. She knew that Ivar was trying to make a clean break from his wife, and get his daughter used to the idea of them being apart before he could come home to her. 

Torren had been thoughtful and respectful enough to give him that space to make sure everything was right before she stepped into the role of the new Mrs. Lothbrok. He had to test the waters, make sure that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to get back into the swing of things…have sex constantly to make sure he could keep up with her. She knew that "the prude" wasn't doing it nearly as often as he needed to - why else would he have an Only Fans page?

Torren was the only one that could feed his appetite, and he hers.

Now, they were both finally ready. She was mature and developed. She knew what she needed, and it was him. He had his fun before her, but now he was auditioning again and getting everything back on track for them. He had a great relationship with his daughter and his dumb ass ex-wife finally understood that their relationship was a fling that went too far.

His face told her everything that her heart already knew. He loved her. 

Why else would be looking at her like that? She could feel herself blush when he smiled on Instagram like that into them. Then he gave her that smile. That was her smile; the one that he reserved for her during their private times. Yet, there he was doing it in front of an audience of millions, and he didn't care who saw it. He had to let her know that it was time for her to come home. It was like a sleeper cell being awakened.

She didn't have a choice. She did what any other woman in her position would do. She packed a bag, threw it in the car she stole a few days before and drove. Armed with her trifecta of knowledge and determination, she prepared to face the obstacles that were bound to get in her way. There was nothing that was going to stop her from getting her man.

Nothing.

Part ii || Part iv

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The first of my follower milestone gift fics! This one is for @rookie-d for the prompt word effete. 

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 2884 Rated: T+ Summary: Getting dragged along to places he didn't want to be wasn't new to Madara, not with a best friend like Hashirama. Meeting someone again that he hadn't seen in years and instantly falling in love? That one was definitely newer.

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Grown, Possibly Matured

“I cannot believe I let you drag me out here.” 

Hashirama blinked over at him before smiling widely. What a doofus. Did he ever stop smiling?

“No need to be so grumpy, my friend. It’s a celebration! Enjoy yourself!” His ever-present smile grew impossibly wider as he snatched something off the tray of a passing waiter. “Don’t you want any food? It’s free, I checked.”

“Might as well. If I get nothing else out of this I’ll at least have a full belly without paying for it.”

“That’s the spirit!” 

Letting his sigh of disgust blow the hair away from his face, Madara snagged his own passing treat and let his eyes scan the gardens without much interest. It was a nice place. When he’d graduated from college a few years back the ceremony had taken place in the auditorium on campus but Tobirama’s university was one of those fancy big money ones that all the rich families sent their kids to for clout more so than an education. Of course they just happened to have a massive sprawling garden just perfect for outdoor spectacles like this one. He still didn’t understand how a family like the Senju could afford this school. Either Tobirama had the marks to get some very impressive scholarships or every member of their family had agreed to sell at least one of their kidneys to help him pay for it. 

“Why am I even here?” Madara shovelled the little morsel in to one side of his mouth and spoke from the other, ignoring a very prim looking woman in pearls giving him a horrified look. “I haven’t seen your brother since, what, high school? Earlier? I could care less about that knobby-kneed little asshole.” 

“Tobi hasn’t got knobby knees,” Hashirama protested. 

“He did the last time I saw him.”

“Oh. Oh yeah, he did get a little gangly when he finally hit that growth spurt, didn’t he? Ha ha! I remember now! Well he’s grown up a lot since then and I just...I just needed someone here to help me be proud of him!”

Since that was one of the stupidest things he’d ever heard there was no shame in saying so. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. If you want someone to come be proud of him wouldn’t you bring, oh I don’t know, family? You’ve got two other brothers. Or that woman of yours, isn’t she close to him too?”

Hashirama wilted like a flower, as dramatic as he’d been the day they met all the way back in middle school. 

“But our whole family is away on vacation because Tobi didn’t even tell any of us when he was graduating! I wanted Mito to come but she couldn’t get out of work on such short notice and he’d never say anything but I just know he’ll love it so much better when he sees there’s people here to celebrate with him!”

“What was he even in school for again? Something yuppie, obviously.” 

Because his best friend was an idiot who couldn’t read a tone to save his life, Hashirama practically danced off his own feet with pride as he crowed, “A double major! Oh I could just burst! He completed a double major in political science and international relations!”

Madara stared. 

“He went to school...for politics? He’s going in to politics?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Oh great. Wonderful. He was an annoying kid but that brain of his did have some potential. Now he’s gonna waste it.” 

Hashirama stopped bouncing to cock his head, bemused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you know, what good are politicians really? They all talk a big game and they all wear their fancy suits but I’ve never met one who wasn’t entirely full of shit. Every one of them is basically an over-refined waste of space.” 

“Didn’t you tell me once that you wanted to grow up and be the mayor?”

Face suddenly much too hot for the cool weather around them, Madara growled and gave his friend a mighty shove. “Keep your mouth shut!” 

“So mean!” 

Talking about someone he hadn’t seen since they were all still growing in to their own limbs wasn’t exactly Madara’s idea of a good time. Changing the subject to the plans they had made for a beach day that weekend was much more interesting. A little fast talking, a bit of wheedling, and it was possible he might be able to talk Hashirama in to camping out the night without that terrifying fiance of his. Mito was a strong woman, definitely exactly the sort of person someone like Hashirama needed. Madara still didn’t like her. He always got the impression that when she looked at him she wondered what her fiance saw in him and it made his skin itch every time. 

It took another half hour but finally the ceremony began and all of the gathered family and friends were invited to find a seat. Though Madara had been calling the area gardens inside his head it was more like an outdoor amphitheater of some kind with ascending rows of benches carved in to the natural rock. It sort of reminded him of something out of ancient Greece, actually, and he hated a little that it impressed him all the more for it. 

“Ooh, there they are!” Hashirama grabbed his sleeve in excitement, all but lurching out of the seat he’d only just settled in to point at the thick wave of black robed young adults all marching out of a nearby building. Well, not so much marching. Considering the heavy course loads they had all just finished over half of them looked more like they were shuffling along on the strength of their last cup of coffee. That much Madara could relate to.

“Which one’s your brother?”

“There! There he is! Hi Tobi!” 

Either Tobirama didn’t hear the cry from so far away or he was well practiced at ignoring such a fog horn of a voice but none of the faces that turned towards them had any sparks of recognition. From the audience there was mostly fond understanding. Most of the students that looked towards them just looked confused. It was kind of sad but Madara was pretty sure a lot of them had never seen anyone so enthusiastic about supporting their family before. Yuppie types, in his experience, weren’t really great at loving their kids.

He might have based that opinion mostly off his own estranged father. So sue him. 

“When they’re all dressed the same how am I supposed to tell them apart? I remember he’s got white hair.” Madara gave the massive group of black robed figures a half-hearted once over. “There’s got to be a dozen people in there with white hair.”

“That’s easy,” Hashirama said. “My Tobi is the best one!” 

“Alright, well, that doesn’t really help much but...you tried?”

Despite his friend’s utter lack of ability to describe one simple human face Madara did eventually figure out which one was Tobirama. Not that he had to put much deduction work in; all he needed to do was sit back and wait until eventually the name ‘Senju Tobirama’ was called and one of the white-hair-black-robe-graduation-cap people broke away from the rest to ponce across the stage with more grace than any disney forest animal could ever dream of. 

The distance between them was still too large to really make out any fine details but the one thing Madara picked up on had him scowling out of reflex, hunkering down in his seat with arms crossed while Hashirama practically vibrated out of his own skin trying to holler his pride for the world to hear. 

He’d gotten taller! That rat bastard of an albino must have had another growth spurt since they last saw each other. What the hell was it about Senju genes? Even from this far away Madara could tell he would barely pass the guy’s chin and there was just something fundamentally unfair about that. He was older! Didn’t he get to be taller than anybody? 

Izuna didn’t count. As the youngest brother it was his duty to stay short forever. 

Like the disgustingly emotional child he was, it took Hashirama several minutes after his brother had completely vacated the stage for him to finally sit down and heave a deep sigh, followed immediately by several quivering breaths. Madara dug in to one pocket and threw a tissue in his stupid face. He’d learned to carry those around years ago no matter where they were going after one too many of his shirts had been ruined for lack of anything else around to cry on. When it came to Hashirama emotions could attack at any time. And usually for the stupidest reasons. 

Waiting out the rest of the ceremony was somehow even more boring now that he wasn’t watching for anyone specific to walk across the stage. It seemed unfair to him that alphabetically ‘Senju’ was so far down the list that there was less than a quarter of the names left to call and somehow it all seemed to last four times as long as the rest of this stupid ceremony had. Finally, however, the entire audience was invited to stand for applause and Madara did so with a groan, shaking out his legs in the hopes that doing so would discretely wake up his ass, gone numb from sitting for too long. 

Hashirama turned to him with brilliant eyes the moment the ceremony was announced complete. 

“There’s more snacks and drinks in the hall over there,” he said. “I texted Tobi to meet us, come on!”

“I could go for another snack I guess.” Madara let himself be pulled through the crowd, grateful for once that his best friend was such a tree that people just stepped out of his way without question. His interest in heading across to the fancy hall looming over them may have had something to do with more than just filling his belly now but he saw no need to say so out loud. 

Once they were inside the sheer number of human beings here for today’s ceremony became much harder to ignore, trapped together between four walls that echoed the roar of a hundred different conversations back and forth until Madara was tempted to clap both hands over his ears. The semi-permanent scowl on his face deepened with every step they took, wading through the tight knit throng until at last Hashirama shot up on to his toes with excitement. 

“There! Look! Tobi, over here! Hey Tobi!” 

Madara sighed, pulling the ends of his hair away from the grasping fingers of someone’s poorly attended baby, then looked up when a shadow fell over him. Alright. So maybe coming here today had been a good decision. If nothing else it afforded him the chance to see this human adonis up close. 

Even with the traditionally ill-fitting graduation robe covering the finer details it was still easy to see that Tobirama had not only grown up, he’d grown up good. The height difference between them was even more than Madara had guessed and the sharp lines of his face had settled in to something like chiseled marble over the years, less the young weasel his classmates used to call him and closer now to what one would expect to find on a magazine cover. He’d even had tattoos done that accentuated his cheeks plus one running down his chin and neck to disappear in line with the buttons of his shirt. To his utter horror, Madara’s first thought was how very much he wanted to trace those lines with his tongue. 

“Congratulations!” Hashirama crowed, throwing himself at his brother with wet eyes and a beaming smile. Tobirama, impossibly, withstood the storm of affection without so much as swaying on the spot. 

“Thank you Anija,” he rumbled, oblivious to the involuntary whine that slipped out from between Madara’s lips. Thank all the non existent gods for the noise in here covering such an embarrassing sound. It wasn’t fair. He already looked delicious, did he have to sound like a wet dream too?

“You remember my friend Madara, right? Were you surprised? Surprise! We wanted to come celebrate with you!” 

One pale brow lifted as Tobirama detangled himself from Hashirama’s embrace with enviable ease. “Hardly a surprise when you called me last night to tell me you were coming, though I appreciate the sentiment. Madara...yes, I remember. Hello Madara.”

“Nng.” Oh very good. Very intelligent. Such a good showing he was making of himself. 

“Your presence here is more of a surprise than my brother’s. It’s been quite some time.” 

“Guess so,” Madara grumbled. 

Tobirama cocked his head to one side. “And what are you doing with yourself these days, Madara?”

He was only being polite, something that age seemed to have added since he definitely wasn’t polite as a little kid, brain too fast for anyone else to keep up with and constantly exasperated that he needed to slow himself down. It was an improvement for sure. One that Madara should have appreciated. It certainly wasn’t his fault that he’d grown up to tick off every box on Madara’s list of things that were physically attractive. Still, the attitude was rising and emotions he’d never liked in himself were prickling and there was no stopping the defensive tone spitting its way out of his mouth. 

“Something more useful than where you’re headed, that’s for sure. Politics? Really? I never took you for the lazy sort.” Madara, with what little wisdom he had, very much wanted to hit himself even as the words escaped him. He didn’t blame Tobirama at all for lifting that second too-perfect brow. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“Everyone knows that politicians are all talk and no action, too caught up in looking all important and sounding all smart but they’re never really useful. Shame. You always had a good brain, too bad you’re gonna waste it cushioning your ass on the publics’ dollar.” 

“The only shame here”-oh but the fire in his voice would have been glorious all on its own even without the deep bass rumble of his voice-“is that you seem to have grown up with your head lodged inside your own asshole. If you think for one second that I intend to rest on my laurels then I invite you go fuck yourself with the sharpest stick you can find. The two of you used to talk big words about changing the word when we were all kids. Tell me, how many internships have you suffered through for the chance to do so? How many scholarships did you study for just to meet the right people and share your proposals with the right ears? Go on, Madara, tell me how many tax breaks you leveraged before you even made it all the way through university?” 

Madara swallowed thickly, barely feeling the pressure when Hashirama put a hand on his chest to separate the two of them. It definitely said something about him that he should be so aroused from getting such a thorough dressing down in public but he couldn’t bring himself to worry much about it. Not when he had more important things to concentrate on. Like the fact that he’d just fallen in love in the space of two minutes. 

“Sweet mother of fire,” he whispered. “Marry me.”

Both of the Senju brothers looked at him like he’d grown an extra limb. Hashirama coughed nervously, eyes flitting between them like a nervous rabbit. 

“Let’s all just calm down now, alright? Today is supposed to be a happy day!”

“Indeed it is. Thank you for coming, Anija. Perhaps you might make this a happier day for me by removing this trash from the premises.” With his final piece spoken Tobiraama lifted his nose in to the air and turned to walk away, striding through the crowd as easily as if the room were empty and exuding all the prim fussiness of someone who had spent a decade in the social minefield of politics already. 

Hashirama moaned dramatically and leapt after his sibling. “Wait, Tobi! Maddy didn’t mean it! Come back, we can all be friends!”

Several minutes passed in a haze before Madara even noticed that he was now standing alone in a room crowded with a bunch of uppity strangers, several of them staring at him as though worrying for his mental health. He couldn’t blame them. Not if the expression on his face was half as dazed as he felt. Considering how loud the place was it was somewhat of a miracle that he could still hear Hashirama’s voice booming from somewhere off to the left but he chose not to question his luck, only turned to float off in that direction, hoping Tobirama was still here. Following after them would almost definitely end with more insults being thrown at him.

And like the twisted man he was Madara could freely admit that he was looking forward to it. He’d never met anyone with half as much fire in them as Senju Tobirama. He wondered, dreamily, how long it was going to take him to convince the other man to take his proposal seriously. 

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Pairing: Dad!Tony x Stark!Reader x Peter

Warnings: Slight bullying, mention of loss, struggle near the end. 

Summary: You are Tony Starks daughter and Peter is one of your good friends. You don’t like to be helped until one day, when you aren’t able to refuse it. Even Tony might need to ask for it, a lot of it, to help save you. 

A/N: This is where it really gets good. I loved writing this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy. I’m super pumped to get the next couple out, I love the idea I have on how this all plays out. Please let me know what you think, leave comments, reblog please, if you want to be on the tag list let me know :) 

Catching your breath, you try to focus on something that is not the handsome boy right in front of you. “I’m kinda hungry, wanna eat?” 

You immediately start heading to the side of the pool, you glance at Jackie and roll your eyes. She smiles back at you and sends a little wave, she was very proud of herself. Grabbing the side of the pool you pull yourself up. You were soaked, hair pressed against your neck and back, you think you look like a mess and as bonus you are extremely flustered. You bite your lower lip to hide a smile, not letting it show that your stomach was going crazy with butterflies. 

Everyone starts making their way over to the food. Walking over to the towel rack to dry off first Peter follows you. You grab a towel and wrap it around you so you can try to get warm, bringing your hair around to one side and giving it a little twist to stay in place. You look up to Peter, he has the towel pressed against his face to dry off, his clothes are dripping. He takes his hands away from his face, looking right at you. A little laugh escapes from both of you. “Thanks a lot” You look away, feeling you start to blush.

“Anytime (Y/N), I mean I know how you hate to lose” He started getting flustered. “I, um, I should go inside. Mr. Stark wanted to go over new tech and things.” He starts to back away and go inside. The realization of what just happened starts to take over him. 

“Hey Peter, leaving already?” This time it was Alyssa’s voice calling out to him. She takes a couple steps closer to you guys, away from the rest of the team. 

Peter nods “Um, Yeah. I should really get back to work.”

Alyssa pouts her lower lip in disappointment. You know she won’t let it go this easy. “Will you be at the game tomorrow? You should come. It’ll be fun, you can see Stark here in action too.” She looks over to you, smiles then focuses back on Peter with a smile across her face in amusement of what she is doing.

He stood silent for a moment as he looks between the two of you. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open trying to figure out what to say. “Yeah, ah sure. I mean if you want me to” He focuses back onto you to make sure you are okay with it. 

You are frozen trying to find a way not to seem to eager for him to come. “Of course, I know my dad and Pepper will be there too.” 

“Okay, cool. Cool” Peter starts to relax his shoulders. He looks behind him inside the house. “I should really be going though. Bye” Waving to everyone then to you specifically, a smile appears on his face as he runs inside. You think about how lucky he is that there are spare clothes here for him just in case for the whole spiderman thing.

Making your way over to the rest of the team to eat, everyone is staring at you. All ready to start pressing you for details and getting you to admit that you like him. Taking a deep breath in anticipation you dread what is about to come. 

“Stark, you are stopper. Nothing should get passed you, if you see an opportunity to go up take it.” Your coach started giving out starting positions. “Sam, you are starting in net. Alyssa and Maria, you are my outside defense. Holland you are sweeper, stay behind Stark you are her back up. Jackie and Sara you are starting strikers. Take your shots. Julia, McClain in the wings. Lauren and Jaz you are my inside mids”

Everyone nods and run to the field to start pregame warm ups. You had the captain armband as usual so you guide warm ups. For the most part everyone has it down pat so it was pretty easy. The forwards are warming up the keeper, midfield and defense are doing long passes and working on movement. The referee blows the whistle, signaling the coin toss. You pass the ball and alert them you are leaving. “Jackie, come join me for the toss.” You call out, waving her to follow you. It is better to have two of you there, just because you can and most teams do anyways.  

In the center of the field you meet two players from the other team. “Oh hey look who it is, its little (Y/N) Stark.” One of the other girls crosses her arms and straightens up to try to intimidate you. “Shouldn’t your dad or someone be here to protect the little princess” 

You could feel your blood start to boil. “Okay sweetie” You try to belittle her the best you could, you aren’t the best at snarky comebacks, you didn’t get that gene from your dad. “Lets see who needs help after the game, okay?” You raise an eyebrow and press your lips to be intimidating. Finally the referees are joining you.

“Okay girls here we go, home team gets to call it in the air” He gestures to the other girls, then starts the coin toss. Flipping the coin,

“Tails” 

The ref catches the coin and flips it onto his hand, “Tails it is! Do you guys want to kick off?” He looks over to her,

“No, we will give it to them first” She smiles at him trying to act like she wasn’t just a bitch to you. “They’ll need it” The bitch looks over to you acting all cocky.

You just grab Jackie and walk back to the team. “Wow, that was bad” Jackie starts to laugh, “You really need to take some notes from your dad. It was embarrassing”.

“I know, I know. Shut up.” You laugh trying to brush it off. Thats when you look over in the stand and see your dad and Pepper waving at you to let you know they were there. Your dad was standing and waving both hands to make sure you saw him. Waving back to let them know you saw them you notice Peter sitting next to him. You blush, he actually came. You never thought he actually would.

“Ohh look who it is” Lauren comes running up to you, making a face as she moves her eyebrows. She is really excited for you, knowing that something must be between you guys to get him to come to the game. 

“Oh my god shut up” you turn away, brushing it off focusing on the game. You couldn’t help but let out a little smile and you bite your lip.

Everyone gets into formation as the ref blows his whistle to start the game. Sara scored a goal ten minutes in giving you guys the lead. The game is going good, your defense is keeping them in front and away from the goal. The ball is at the other net, their keeper is doing a goal kick. You are on the top of the center circle, the way she is standing and her positioning makes it obvious she is going to send it up rather than a simple pass. Her foot collides with the ball sending it towards your new friend a few feet away from you. Running over, the ball is clearly going over her head, not even a header is possible for her. You position yourself where the ball will come down. Jumping up , you cock your head back and bring it forward to hit the ball mid air. It hits your hairline and its sent over to a midfielder. Before you hit the ground you feel something smash against you, sending you flying to the side. You hit the ground hard, landing on your arm and sliding a foot or two. It hurt, your arm burned from the grass and there was a pain in your side from the impact. The wind was knocked out of you. Rolling on your stomach to lift yourself up easier you see your dad in the stands.

He is standing up with an angry but concerned look on his face. Poor Pepper looks terrified, her face looks like she just witnessed a murder. Next to them Peter has a worried expression on his face, looking like he wants to run on the field to make sure you weren’t hurt. Suddenly there is a hand on your back, its Maria trying to help you up and make sure you are okay. “I’m fine” and in typical (Y/N) fashion you ignore the hand that is reached out for support and get up yourself. You give your dad a look and nod your head so he knows you are okay. He likes to overreact anytime you are possibly hurt, he sits back in his seat relieved. Your breathing was still heavy as you try to regain control. 

“Not as strong as you think you are huh?” it was that girl. Of course she would be the one to play dirty and make contact when the ball isn’t in your possession. You just shoot her a dirty look, not having it with the game she is playing. “Maybe thats why the rest of the Avengers left. They didn’t want to be associated with you weaklings” She then gestures to your dad in the stands and backs away.

Your blood is boiling, you could feel the anger build up inside you. You are not about to let this bitch get away with this shit. It’s your free kick, she got a yellow card for her dirty play. You grab the other defenders “Lets so what we did in practice that one day”

They give you a concerned look, “Are you sure? We only did it once and it could have been a fluke” Holland spoke up shyly. 

“Yeah, I wanna try it” You start backing away towards the ball. Alyssa joins you, once the ref gave the signal you pass it to her a few feet away from you, it draws in one of their players, sending another towards the net. Alyssa passes it back to you and you take off down the field. Another player starts coming towards you to stop your momentum, you keep running but leave the ball for Maria who is right behind you. Everyone was in shock at how well this is working so far. Maria starts off to the center of the field and once someone is on her she passes it back outside to Jaz. You make your way to the net, getting ready for what should come next. Jaz brings her leg back and sends an air ball towards the corner of the net. Right where you are waiting, you only have one defender on you. Giving a little push you get in front of her, you jump up and lean your head to the side once the ball is in range you head it right into the net.

Everyone is running to you cheering. “I told you it would work!” You scream at the other defenders. 

“Thats my girl!” You can hear your dad screaming as he jumps up in the stands. He always gets so excited when you score a goal, being a defender it doesn’t happen much, he is always excited for you though. Pepper is clapping and cheering along with him. Peter is smiling, he notices you looking over and gives a thumbs up. 

As your running back to your side, you see the bitch. “Oh I’m sorry what was that?” you tilt your head and give a big smile knowing how pissed she is right now. Her face is red with anger, you focus back on your team and laugh. 

There are only 10 minutes left in the game and the score is three to zero, and that girl on the other team is mad. Her team gives her the ball, she doesn’t waste anytime as she tries to get down to your net. She is running hard, you are faster than her so you get a few steps in front of her. Your feet leave the ground and you turn your body to land in front of her, making full contact with the ball, none on her, the ball stops at your feet and she goes flying over you. Her face slams against the ground and she slides. You quickly get up and get control of the ball, passing it up the field and away from your net. Turning around you see her start to get up, blood is dripping off of her face. It was just a bloody nose. You keep your laughs in. Karma is a bitch. Her eyes are glued to you in rage, luckily for her the ball is out our bounds. She starts making her way over to you, she looks like she is about to punch you. You stand confidently, she has nothing on you, it was a clean and legal slide tackle. If she would make a move you could easily use what Natasha taught you and kick her ass. 

The ref steps in and sends her off the field because of the blood. Can’t play soccer while bleeding. Deciding to keep it classy you smile and give her a wave as she walks away. 

Winning 3-0 is pretty good for your first game of the season. It feels even better knowing you put that bitch in her place.”Hey Stark” Jackie grabs your shoulder, “Wanna go to Jimmy’s Diner? We are all going to go eat and hangout”

“Yeah, let me just tell my dad” 

“Don’t forget to say hi to lover boy” She laughs as you walk towards the stands. Jackie always thinks she is so funny. You raise an eyebrow and pinch your lips to the side looking back at her. 

“Hey, great game sweet heart! What was that girls problem?” Your dad gives you a high five. 

“She was just rude, I don’t know what her deal was.” You decide not to tell him about the comments she made, it would just hurt his feelings thinking that he was the reason she acted that way towards you.

“Well I’m glad you showed her who’s boss” His eyes were so big with joy that you took care of her yourself. He knows you are strong, he loves seeing you stand up for yourself and not take shit from anyone. You give him a big hug. 

“Good game (Y/N). You, uh, you did real good” Peter finally speaks up. He is almost hiding behind your dad, clearly a little embarrassed about coming and giving the impression that there is something between you guys. 

“Thanks Parker, glad you came.” You also tried not to reveal to much, not sure exactly what is with the two of you. Nothing has been said or anything, but something is there. You can feel it. 

“Hey, everyone is going to Jimmy’s for dinner. Its okay if I go right?” You bat your eyes and smile up at your dad. 

“Yeah alright.” He caves and rolls his eyes knowing you have him wrapped around his finger. “But I want you home by 10. Got it?” He tried acting serious, like he wasn’t under your control.

“Aww thanks dad! I love you!” You jump up to give him another hug. You can feel him exhale as he rolls his eyes. He pats your back as you let go from the hug. 

“I love you too” Your dad smiles as he starts to walk towards the parking lot. “10 o’clock or I send a search party after you” 

Peter and him continue walking, however Pepper hangs behind with you.”So, Peter...” Looking at you, raising an eyebrow. You know what is coming, she obviously knows something is up. Your eyes grow wide as you hold your breath in anticipation. “You like him don’t you” She smiles to make you feel more comfortable. 

“umm... I mean... I don’t know. Maybe” you stumble on your words, trying to come up with something to say. You didn’t know what to say, you were lost at the moment. 

Pepper’s face now reads ‘Really?’ knowing that you actually like him, she can read you like a book. Finally she speaks, “Well he likes you.” That grabs your attention, staring at her to focus in on what she is saying. “I saw him with you yesterday, and for him to come to your game today. It’s pretty clear.” 

You are in awe at what she is saying. Could he actually like you? Maybe it wasn’t all in your head. “Are you sure? I mean maybe he is just being a good friend.” 

“I don’t think so sweetie.” She sits on the bleacher, “I see the way he looks at you, and no guy would do the stuff he does to just be friends. You like him to, I can tell.” 

You try to hide your face from her. “Pshhh, I mean he is pretty sweet.” You blush “I do kinda like him I guess. Its just... You know. He is Peter Parker, he works for dad. Plus we both know dad would NEVER let me data anyways”

Pepper laughs, “Don’t you worry about your dad, he wants you to be happy. Plus I can talk some sense into him if needed. Who cares about who he is though, so he works for your dad. That shouldn’t hold you back from being happy.” Pepper pulls you into a hug.

You love these talks with her. It’s nice having a girl to talk to who actually knows what they are talking about rather than another teenager. “Thanks mom.”

Realizing what you just said you freeze. You are in horror, you always viewed Pepper as a mother figure but never said anything about it not knowing how she feels. A feeling of guilt also took over, your mother died when you were a baby. You don’t remember her at all and you always feel the guilt of not remembering her or replacing her. Your stomach was in knots. “Pepper I am so sorry!” You held back tears, pulling away from the hug. Looking up you see she is crying. You turn away, rest your face on your palms in embarrassment. 

“No, no. Oh honey” She moves closer to you, making you look at her again, “I’m so glad you see me that way, I see you as a daughter. Thats actually something your dad and I wanted to talk to you about.” You look her back in the eyes, letting out a few tears as well. You give her a confused look, wanting to hear more. “Well, with the wedding and all. Since we already have that type of relationship, we were hoping you would want me to officially adopt you.” She gives you a slight smile anticipating your response. 

Your eyes light up, a cheerful expression comes over you. “Really? Of course! I would love it.” Pepper hugs you again in joy. Even though you are so happy to officially have her as a mom, you think of your real mom. Thinking if she would be happy, you don’t really know anything about her. She wasn’t with your dad at all, it was just a fling. He wasn’t even with her the short few month you were with her, he found out about you once she died and someone came forward saying he was the father. You imagine she would be okay with you being happy, Pepper was great. She tried hard with you without letting you walk all over her. Always being there when you needed her. 

“I’m so happy to hear you say that (Y/N).” Pepper tightens the hug before letting you go. The two of you laugh looking at each other, both in tears and emotional. You wipe away your tears. Pepper looks so happy, almost happier than you’ve ever seen her before. In this moment you’ve never felt so loved. Someone wanted you, they chose you. She wants to be your mom. “You better get going if you want to make it to dinner on time. I cant wait to tell your dad, I hope he isn’t mad I asked you without him. I’m sure he will get over it though.”

The two of you stand up, “I’m sure he will be fine. Thank you Pepper” the excitement starts to consume you. Giving you a nod and a smile she starts to walk away. “Pepper!” You call out to her before she gets too far. You run up to her and hug her tight one more time. “I love you”

“I love you too (Y/N)” she wraps her arms around you and kisses your forehead.

Dinner was fun, you had your usual order. At 9:30 you decide to head home. Jimmy’s Diner is out in the suburbs, and you live in New York so it is a good distance away. It was your usual spot to go after games with the team and you are the only one who lives that far really anyways. As you leave you debate on how to get home. Your blasters are in your backpack because you can’t wear them during games, you aren’t in the mood to dig them out though. You decide to walk to clear your head since it is quiet out here and you’ll take a bus or call happy when you get closer to the city.

The long walk was nice, the cool breeze felt good blowing through your hair. It was relaxing, there aren’t people out walking at his time so its nice and peaceful. You start to let your mind wander. The thought of Peter jumped into your head. Thinking about what if he really does like you, what does it mean? You start imagining different scenarios, how this could all play out. Images of him taking you to homecoming, his arms wrapped around you holing you close as you sit on the couch and watch movies, and they two of you being happy together. 

Then your mind goes to Pepper, she is actually going to be your mom. She is already basically your mom but now its official. There is going to be actual papers saying that she is yours. 

Something suddenly covers your mouth. You were so focused on your daydreams you lost focus on your surroundings. Someone is holding a cloth to your mouth and nose. You hold your breath all you could, knowing something is on it. Your arms and legs start going crazy trying to get away. The strong arms around your stomach aren’t budging. You hit him though, right in the nose, you can see blood on your hands. Luckily it isn’t yours. There were a couple of them, you don’t know how many, focusing on trying to get loose. Your lungs are starting to hurt, you know you can’t hold your breath any longer. You stop fighting, and reach into your hoodie pocket. Grabbing your keys, you find the keychain your dad got you. You’ve never used it before but now you had no choice. You flip the clasp on it and press the button. Thats the last thing you remember. 

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Autobiography of Black

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Tags: Falling in Love, First Time, Feelings Realization, Pining, Romance, Food, Bakery

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J Train

Summary: If you want to be somebody, you have to go to the Chelsea Hotel. In 1979, aspiring writer Castiel Novak takes room 109. His roommate is not quite what he expected.

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Endings Are Easy

Summary: They all finally get a happy ending. Michael’s gone forever. Amara, of all people, stepped in and claimed him for herself. She figured it was her due, and her duty, to finish off that one last cosmic imbalance herself. She’d given Dean what he’d really needed the first time she’d departed, but now she decided to help Dean get what he really wanted . They were two different things entirely. Episode 14.10 coda fic, of a sort, with an endgame series twist.

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Makeshift

Summary: It's Dean's 40th birthday, a major milestone for pretty much everyone, but for Dean it means a little something more.

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Heaven’s Orders

Summary: Castiel finally tells Dean about Naomi torturing him (Season 9)

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD

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Angel’s Touch

Summary: Zachariah gave Dean stomach cancer and took away Sam's lungs. He fled before healing either Winchester. Cas helps Dean the best he can.

Tags: Major Character Death, Cancer, Sick Dean Winchester

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The Only Way To Die

Summary: Dean's been handed the last book. The book that says the only way he can die that isn't by Michael taking over. Cause of Death: By the hand of Castiel, Angel of the Lord

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 14 Spoilers, Angst, Love Confessions

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The Garden

Summary: Cas has a secret garden behind the bunker. Dean follows and the best kind of fluff ensues.

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss

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Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester

Summary: It's Dean's 40th Birthday! Cas takes him out to celebrate.

Tags: Major Character Death, Fluff and Angst, First Kiss

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It Had To Be This Way 

Summary: The book that Dean is given by Billie says "Dean Winchester Dies at the age of 73, survived by his brother Sam and son Jack." There is no mention of Castiel...

Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Season 14 Spoilers

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Dreaming Of You

Summary: Based on a Profound Bots botstat Dean is having a nightmare. Cas witnessed someone hurting his Dean. Sam wishes the bunker had thicker walls.

Tags: Angst With Happy Ending, Alternate Angst Ending Included, Nightmares

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Man at Sea

Summary: Dean's built himself the sigiled coffin to contain Michael. How does this end?

Tags: Season 14 Spoilers, Heavy Angst

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Just a Boy

Summary: Dean has a hard time coming out to Cas because of what happened when he came out to his father.

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Homophobia, Coming Out

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Graceless

Summary: Sam has found a way to get Jack his grace back with no strings attached.

Tags: Major Character Death, Spells and Enchantments, Grace, Blood, Angst

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Through His Door

Summary: Cas whispers his love confession through Dean's door while he sleeps.

Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Alternating POV, Falling in Love

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spandwiches - @spandwiches - spandwiches

Sweat

Summary: Dean doesn’t like flying, okay? It’s just not natural. But sometimes a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do. So he powers through the fear and gets on the flight to California, only to find that flying isn’t nearly so bad when there is someone holding your cock hand. Flying is in Castiel's genes so he takes his work seriously, and aims to provide excellent service to every passenger. So if one particularly attractive passenger happens to require a little more attention than usual, he is all too happy to provide. Snakebite, sabotage, pteromerhanophobia, FAA rule breaking, mile-high clubbing, a Winchester wedding (or two), first dances, a British dog sitter, potential disciplinary action, and a whole lot of sweat.

Tags: Dean/Castiel, AU, sex on a plane, Explicit, Panic attacks, semi-public sex, anal sex, self-doubt.

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jemariel - @jemariel​ - jemariel (Pillowfort)

Fool For Lesser Things

Summary: “I’m not looking for a relationship,” Cas says at last. The panic is quick as a flashbulb all over Dean’s face. “What? Who said — What did — No. Yeah. Yeah, I know that.” Cas closes his eyes. “Let me try that again,” he says. “I’m not cut out for a relationship. But I don’t actually pick people up at parties very often either.” In which Dean and Cas feel more than either of them care to admit. Part 3 of More Than I Hoped For (a college AU) 

Tags: College AU, recreational drug use, house parties, friends with benefits, minorly risky sexual behavior, pining

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sternchencas - @sternchencas​ - sternchencas (Pillowfort)

Romance is Dead 

Summary: Dean invites Cas to a romantic cabin to finally tell him how he feels. They get interrupted by very unwelcome guests.

Tags: fluff, fighting, zombie AU

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LanaSerra - @lanaserra​ - LanaSerra (Pillowfort)

Saying Yes

Summary: Everything finally seemed to be going Dean’s way after he’d been saved from Michael’s control. Sure, the Bunker definitely felt a little more complicated than he was used to with all the new residents that came back with him and Sam from the other reality, but it had nothing on how much more complicated the latest new arrival had made things. The familiar face changed nothing and everything. Now Dean must survive threats from both inside and out, not only to protect the Bunker, those he loves and his fragile still-new relationship with Cas, but also his very peace of mind.

Tags: Explicit, Minor Character Death, Canon post S14-E3, Homophobia, Wing-kink, posession, BAMF!Castiel, John WInchester's A+ Parenting.

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spnhell - @spnhell​ - spnhell

Enjoying the View

Summary: Wherein Dean has run out of beer, Cas is acting strange(r than usual), Dean can no longer tell the difference between praying and dreaming, Cas is leaving feathers everywhere, and neither one of them knows how to lock a damn door.

Tags: Canonverse, bunker!fic, Castiel with wings, grooming, fluff, smut

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Archeolatry - @archeolatry​ - archeloatry

 Eros

Summary: Cas is still adjusting to the realities of having a human body. Dean is quite willing to help him with that. ------ “How about I show you,” Dean asked, his voice low and husky, “just how much I approve of this body?” Cas swallowed thickly. “I think I would like that.”

Tags: Destiel, Newly Human Castiel, Porn with Feelings, Rimming, Oral Sex

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thatpeculiarone - @ilovetodreamx​  (Pillowfort) (Youtube) 

do you think I’m afraid to die? // cas

Summary: Fanvid about Cas and his sad journey. Song: 1-800-273-8255 by Logic, cover by Travis Atreo

Tags: Cas Fanvid, Mentions/References of Suicidal Thoughts

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insominia - @a-insominia​ - insominia

Saved the Best for Last

Summary: Arguably, he had had greater moments. But right now, lying on Dean Winchester's bed, in Dean Winchester's room while Dean Winchester kissed away his bruises, Castiel would deny that any of them even came close to this.

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Mutual Pining

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Castiel Thought they were Freckles

Summary: Neither Sam or Dean Winchester have a soul mark, the first words you hear your soul mate ever say. But during a particularly disastrous hunt it transpires that maybe they do, and that maybe Sam is just lying and Dean is oblivious.

Tags: AU - Canon divergent, AU - Soulmates, Fluff

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Studies in Blue and Green

Summary: Everyone knows that Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak have been in love since college. They even know it themselves. But Dean's straight and Castiel is ace so they're both happy to settle for a life of close living and close friendship...which could all have been avoided if they'd just had one conversation.

Tags: AU - College/University, Fluff, Idiots in love, Implied/Referenced Homophobia

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zipegs - zipegs

Refraction

Summary: refraction, noun (  re·frac·tion | \ ri-ˈfrak-shən  \  ) deflection from a straight path undergone by a light ray or energy wave in passing obliquely from one medium (such as air) into another (such as glass) in which its velocity is different  the change in the apparent position of a celestial body due to bending of the light rays emanating from it as they pass through the atmosphere      also : the correction to be applied to the apparent position of a body because of this bending  the action of distorting an image by viewing through a medium<br />     <i>also : an instance of this A collection of 100-word drabbles as prompted by the Profound Bond Discord's weekly challenge. Each chapter will correspond to a one-word prompt, with at least one stand-alone drabble per chapter. SFW

supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917 (Pillowfort)

Holy Orders

Summary: Seminary students Castiel and Dean have carefully planned their escape. There's just one more thing Castiel needs to do... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Forgive me Father for I'm about to sin

Tags: Seminary student Castiel, Seminary student Dean, Altar Sex, Blasphemy, Alternative uses for anointing oil

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Crossed Wires

Summary: People seem to keep assuming that Cas and Dean are together, and Cas has no idea why. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: coming untouched.

Tags: Everyone Thinks They're Together, Including one of them, Clueless Castiel, Clueless Dean but for a different reason, mention of asexuality, mention of anxiety, Coming Untouched

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Castaway

Summary: Dean gets washed off a cruise ship in a storm, and ends up on a deserted island. Well, it's not quite deserted... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Lost in the jungle/desert/shipwrecked

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Poker

Summary: Sam walks in on Dean and Cas playing poker. No big deal. Then he walks in on Dean and Cas playing strip poker. Weird. Then... Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Strip poker was too tame, so we tried sexual favour poker instead.

Tags: POV Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Needs Brain Bleach

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Lookalikes 

Summary: Dean has a naughty little secret, which Cas can never ever find out. Cas is about to find out. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Why are you watching gay porn with two actors who look like us?

Tags: why are you watching gay porn with two actors who look like us?, Deansturbation

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The Riteous Man

Summary: Castiel loves Dean, but knows they can never be together, so he fantasises about the dashing highwayman The Riteous Man. Will he feel the same way when The Riteous Man targets his carriage? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: 2 person love triangle. Based on art by Pimento

Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Restoration England, highwayman, Nobleman Dean, Nobleman Castiel, two-person love triangle

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Accompanying art by @pimentogirl​

The Big 4-0

Summary: It's Dean's 40th birthday! Sam, Cas and Jack have set up a day of Dean-centred fun with beer, burgers and boobs. What could possibly make it better? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square filled: jealousy/possesive sex

Tags: Happy 40th birthday Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester's Birthday, jealousy/possessive sex

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Experiments in Sexting 

Summary: Cas wants to try something, and Dean is more than happy to oblige. Unfortunately Cas is somewhat lacking in skills in this particular department. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Cas is terrible at sexting

Tags: Cas is terrible at sexting

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The Mask of Zorro

Summary: Dean likes to be slapped during sex by an angel wearing a Zorro mask. Castiel likes it too. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Dean- this is a Zorro mask.

Tags: Dean- this is a Zorro mask, ��Roleplay, light humiliation kink, Dean likes to be slapped during sex by an angel wearing a Zorro mask, and it's a good idea

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Ascot

Summary: Since the Zorro mask thing went so well, Dean is looking forward to trying out his kink for another item of clothing. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo 2018. Square fill: Are you wearing an ascot?

Tags: Are you wearing an ascot?, Dean's adorable kinks, Sam doesn't want to know

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tabulaxrasa - tabulaxrasa

Not in Love

Summary: It occurs to Dean that this is the happiest he’s ever been, and there is only one more thing he needs-- and that there’s not actually anything stopping him from that one last good thing. (S14 spoilers, deals with Cas's deal with The Empty)

Tags: Angst, Season 14 spoilers, Not a happy ending, but not without hope

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Honey to the Bee

Summary: Dean is not a farmer's market kind of guy. He may, however, be a hot bee keeper kind of guy.

Tags: AU, Fluff, Charlie is a great best friend, failboats in love, pre-relationship, no supernatural, domestic

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LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor​

Date Night

Summary: Date Night for Dean and Cas, Inspired by a role play on kid

Tags: destiel, fluff

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nickelkeep - @nickelkeep​ - nickelkeep (Pillowfort)

Pietaimori

Summary: Dean is Turning 40, but Cas isn't sure what to get him. With some advice from Sam, and a lesson from a show that he and Dean watches, Cas comes up with a great idea.

Tags: Food Sex, Birthday Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Sex in the Men of Letters Bunker, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Blow Jobs

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dean-cas-in-the-impala - @dean-cas-in-the-impala - dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala

Colors

Summary: Dean wants to know what color Castiel's wings are.

Tags: Romance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, just a tiny bit of Angst, Wings

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The Rainbow Bridge

Summary: “Cas, where do pets go when they die?"

Tags: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pets, Mentions of pet loss, Pets in afterlife

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Forever and Always

Summary: Cas is bad at surprises but Dean doesn't care.

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Valentine's Day Fluff

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Nera_Solani - @nera-solani - Nera_Solani

Pool Party

Summary:  Dean tries to teach Cas how to play pool. ...or does he?

Tags: Pool & Billiards, POV Outsider, Pool hustling, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Dean Winchester, Fluff, Making Out

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profound-boning - @profound-boning - profound-boning

The Final Surrender

Summary:  The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender. - Emil Ludwig

Tags: AU - no supernatural, AU - celebrities, fake/pretend relationship, love confessions, fluff and smut, mugging, aftermath of violence, 5+1

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Alriiiiiight, last weekend I went to an antique store and found, in addition to a great tin Ding-Dong sign and a couple illustrations from an old surgical reference book, a book on dog breeding. How To Breed Dogs, by Leon F.Whitney, DVM. First published 1937, most recent and final edited edition published 1971. Beneath the cut is a lot of quoting excerpts & talking about them, for anyone who cares to read/discuss!

“Germ plasm” is DNA. DNA is briefly described in a few paragraphs, but the term germ plasm is used throughout the book. “The dog is only the product of the germ plasm which he is carrying, as custodian.” As are we all. There’s poetry in that, honestly. “Another reason why this problem [cryptorchidism] is difficult to study is that very many young cryptorchids are injected with hormone [sic] to cause testicles to descend. And another: the surgical implantation of glass testicles in the scrotum of show dogs.” ...wut. I know Neuticles are a thing, but whom the fuck was putting glass nuts in dogs? Thick glass? Did they break?? Who made them? Did you call up your local glassblower? Judges of show dogs of the day must not have squeezed their nuts like they do now. The book is very obviously a product of its time. The author was doing his own large-scale study on the inheritance of various genes/traits, and openly says he routinely culled his experimental stock when he was through with them. For example, when he wanted to know how quickly sperm traveled through the feminine tubes after mating: “I have shot a bitch the moment she and the dog separated...” Pictures of a Boxer bitch in progressive stages of parturition--she has noticeably poor body condition. Even in old, dark grayscale photos, her spine & pelvis are clearly visible. Still working on how to properly nourish a pregnant bitch, eh? “Testosterone injected into female puppies if continued throughout their growing period will produce penises of considerable size.” I know this is how science marches on, but. Y’know. ‘Hey, I wonder what happens if I just fucking inject T into puppies?’ I notice there’s no note on what happens if you inject estrogen into male pups. Detailed description of how to jack off a dog, lol The author bred two dogs, which he calls Bullhounds (bloodhound + bull terrier cross), named Mary and Bill. Their first litter produced 12 puppies. A second mating produced 17 puppies, at which point the author went “wow” and bred the shit out of Mary just to see if she would keep having big litters. In the late 30s, the author began killing most of the puppies from her litters--and then breeding her again at her next heat, y’know, just to see if she’ll have a seventh big litter. She gave birth to 143 puppies in her lifetime, eventually being euthanized at 7 years because “I had to greatly reduce the number of dogs which I owned.” The author bred Cocker Spaniels and at one point accidentally produced one with stunted legs and let me tell you it’s a weird-looking thing. Doesn’t help that it appears to be 1. fat and 2. ungroomed. Picture of Greyhounds (year unknown) and to the modern eye they're awfully small for Greyhounds. I’d call them Whippets. Picture of a Basset--markedly different from a modern Basset. Hind legs much longer, much less excess skin, not as long-backed, ears much shorter. German Shepherd showdog of the late 60s is showing a sloped back! So it begins. Picture comparison of a circa 1925 “ideal” Cocker and a 1971 “ideal” Cocker. Very different-looking dogs. The ‘25 Cocker looks generically spaniel-y; longish ears, semi-long coat w feathers, bi-colored. The ‘71 Cocker looks like a modern one, with much longer & wavier fur, much rounder cranium, more pendulous lips, dramatically longer ears. Chows are less densely-coated & have longer muzzles. Boxers and English bulldogs look as they do now. Purely for the lolz, the author bred a St. Bernard with a French Bulldog and a Pomeranian with a German Shepherd. Section header: Is Hip Dysplasia Inherited? lol (the author concludes no. It occurs in “large breeds which are pampered and over-vitaminized.”) “In attempt to straighten [the tail] by breaking, I broke the entire end of the tail off, and this disfigurement ruined the appearance of the dog.” “American Pit Bulldog” just thought the manner of phrasing was interesting, bc clearly that mangled with time. Short mention of “the baboon dogs of South Africa.” Short spine syndrome! Description of a weird illness that I can’t determine. Cropped up in the US in 1940. Description sounds at first like kennel cough, but some dogs, 2-3 wks after recovering from the cough & fever, developed encephalitis, muscle twitches, and seizures.  Collie Eye was becoming recognized, as was the Dalmatian inability to break down uric acid! “It is imperative that puppies be sold as early as possible” lol yup who needs inter-dog socialization