#jensensjaredsandmishaslover's originals

[scarlettwitcher]

To Us

Summary: Steve tries to do something sweet for Y/n for Valentine’s Day

Characters: Steve Rodgers, Y/n

Word Count: 894

Warnings: None, this is just a fluffy fluffy mess

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @sherrybaby14‘s Cutthroat Writing Challenge. I don’t know if I can admit what were my sabotages so y’all are just gonna have to guess. On another note, I’m hoping to release the first chapter of You’re Mine, Omega by Monday. I’d love for everyone to know that my requests are open. I’ve been obsessed with The Witcher lately and would love to write the soft bean that is Geralt. I have an idea of a few one shots I want to write. I’m also accepting song based requests because who doesn’t love those! Anyways, I hope y’all like this drabble and let me know your feedback. Also, before I forget, I will now be adding a Marvel tag list and a Witcher tag list. If you’d like to be on either, send me a message!

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"Look Rogers, all I remember is that she once mentioned her dad used to wear gold jewelry before he passed away. Something about it always reminded her of him. That's all I can tell you. You're on your own." Stark patted Steve on the shoulder before walking away, throwing a blueberry into his mouth as he entered his lab. Steve had been pestering him all week about Valentine's Day. He wanted to do something special for (Y/n). He hadn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet but he was hoping that Valentine's would be the perfect day to ask or at least, express his feelings to her. He paced the living room as he bit his lip trying to piece together what kind of jewelry (Y/n)'s father would wear. Why her father even wore jewelry was beyond him. Steve sighed as he let himself plop on the couch, letting his head fall back in frustration, as he closed his eyes tightly. Was it a gold ring?, he thought. Or a necklace? An earring maybe? Bracelets?! Steve groaned as he rubbed his head. This was going to be so much harder than he thought. 

It was now Valentine's Day, the weeks passing by in a flash. Steve stood in front of the mirror admiring the black tux Tony had lent him. It fit perfectly to his body. He ran his fingers through his longer than usual hair, keeping it that way, knowing that (Y/n) loved it. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time she casually ran her fingers through his hair, catching himself humming in contentment. He cleared his throat, knowing he had to focus. His eyes darted to the pile of jewelry he had on his desk that he stole from Tony, wondering if this was a bad idea. Steve couldn't talk himself out of it anymore, as he walked over, slowly putting all of the jewelry on. Standing once more in front of the mirror, his eyes widened. "I look like an idiot." Steve mumbled to himself. Both ears were clad with clip on gold clasps, his neck adorned with at least eight gold chains, if not more. Steve flexed his fingers, feeling the gold rings he had on every finger. He tried to fix the gold bracelets he had on his wrists but the gold watches he added were getting in the way. Before he could insult himself any more on his appearance, Steve made his way to the rooftop where he had an elegant dinner arranged, the floor covered in rose petals. The walls adorned with hanging lights with a soft yellow glow to them. He waited, hoping (Y/n) had gotten his message to meet him at their usual spot. 

About 20 minutes later, he heard footsteps. He took a deep breath, waiting until the door slowly opened. His eyes wandered over to the love of his life. Steve couldn't stop the giant grin that appeared on his face as he saw her. She was dressed casual, jeans, her favorite Captain America T-shirt, converse. Her eyes wandered around the rooftop, wide in surprise at how beautiful everything looked. Then when her eyes fell on Steve, all hell broke loose. She fell on her side from how hard she was laughing. Steve stood there a tiny bit uncomfortable as he watched her laughing. "S-steve! Why?" Was all she could muster between her laughs, sobs escaping her lips from laughing too hard. 

"I, uh, well doll, it's a long story.. How about I tell you over dinner?" (Y/n) finally stood, wiping the tears away as she made her way over to the table, sitting on the chair that Steve had pulled out for her. She watched how nervous he looked, wondering what he was doing. She watched him sit across from her. She bit her lip, wondering why he was wearing so much jewelry that it was practically dripping off of him. "So are you going to tell me about what you're wearing or do I have to guess?" 

(Y/n) smirked as she watched Steve's cheeks turn into a light shade of pink as he coughed. "I wanted to do something special for you so I asked stark what I could do. H-he said that your father wore gold jewelry. That you loved it because it always reminded you of him. I guess I got nervous. I didn't know what kind of jewelry he wore so I just put everything on." (Y/n) listened to Steve ramble with wide eyes as a soft smile appeared on her features. She reached over, grabbing Steve's hand as she spoke. 

"Steve, thats- nobody's ever done something so sweet for me.. Thank you." She bit her lip as she wiped a stray tear away. She extended her hand out to Steve as he looked at her bewildered before slowly placing his hand in hers but she shook her head, motioning towards the jewelry. "Give me half of the jewelry so I can join you in pimped out glory." Steve couldn't help the belly laugh that erupted. He took off half of all the jewelry, handing it over to her. He watched her put it all on, now both of them looking like idiots. (Y/n) smiled proudly as she took a sip of her wine. "To us." 

"To us." 

Forevers:

@iwantthedean @authoressskr @sorenmarie87 @reigningqueenofwords @goldenolaf25 @giftofdreams @winchesterprincessbride @chelsea072498 @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian @itakeawfultoawholenewlevel @fictionalabyss @gabby913 @angelkurenai @sea040561 @sleepylunarwolf @smoothdogsgirl @carryonmyswansong @feelmyroarrrr @evyiione @supersassyprobablysad @sofreddie @sis-tafics @nitelotus @trexrambling @dancingalone21 @manawhaat @mermaidxatxheart @winchest09 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @mrswhozeewhatsis @just-another-busy-fangirl @lovebodymindstuff @backseat-of-deans-67chevy @chook007 @akshi8278 @evansrogerskitten @bringmesomepie56 

Marvel Tags(these are just tags of my favorite marvel blogs since I don’t have a marvel list yet):

@captain-rogers-beard @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

[imdoingathingmom]

After some careful consideration (and a bunch of ch. 4 rough drafts getting thrown in the trash). I think I'm gonna leave Oh So Subtle where its at. It ended on a sweet note and I can't be bothered to figure out a plot for the story now that Loki and the Reader are together. I'm glad a lot of y'all liked it and I'm sorry if I let some of you down. Buuut I'm trying to move on to bigger (maybe??) and better fics!

Tagging everyone who was tagged in the original series so y'all know I'm not dead and so you don't keep holding out for a part 4 lol.

@iloverhersofuckingmuch @ciniluv @malanix @hiyaitsjayy @unseelie1963 @kayleighfreeman @the-lady-mischief @book-dragon-13 @simmerkaydeebug @authorpocketcow @myeternalsin @isuirin @hiddle-hoe @markusstraya @ptersparkers @hailqueenconquer @callmeelliemarie @lousymusician @suchannoir @miku-michealis @only-kneel-before-loki @jensensjaredsandmishaslover

[iwantthedean]

Taglist Re-Do

Yes, it’s once again that time, my lovelies. Time for everyone who doesn’t want tags from me anymore to escape my metaphorical clutches, and everyone who does want tags from me to be welcomed into the sweet embrace of my sporadic fiction posting. (I’m always working to make posting less sporadic but, ya know, life. *shrug*)(Oh, and the two to three other writing blogs I try to keep up with. Yikes. #broughtthatonmyself)

Edited to Add: This will go into effect October 18, so everyone’s got about a week and a half to get settled. So if you want off the list but I happen to post between now and then (at least once, as I already have something queued for tomorrow.)

Here’s how it’ll work:

- If you wanna stay where you are, like this post. That’s it. That’s all you have to do.

- If you want to stay on the taglist but want to change where you are, send me an ask.

- If you don’t wanna be tagged anymore, don’t do anything! No hard feelings, no questions asked.  

- If you’re not on any taglist yet, send me an ask telling me what list you would like to be on.  

Please note that Keep It Original is a separate taglist for my xOFC fics. If you want to be tagged in those, you need to specifically be asked to be on that list, in addition to the other list(s) you may request. For example, “Please add me to the Jack Attack and Keep It Original lists!” 

- Whatever you choose, you’re welcome to change your mind at any point, of course! No hard feelings, I won’t ask questions and I won’t be upset or anything. You choose what you wanna read and be notified of, that’s none of my business!

Current lists are below the cut. Happy Reading everyone! 

The Whole Shebang (EVERYTHING I post, except for OFC fics): @illisea @ashleymalfoy @busybee612 @mrswhozeewhatsis @sherlock44 @ravenesque @feelmyroarrrr @atc74  @theplaidshirtmadness  @blacktithe7 @moonlessnight14 @kitchenwitchsuperwhovian @smoothdogsgirl  @melbrandes  @xtina2191 @spnbaby-67 @emoryhemsworth @goldenolaf25 @gabriels-trix @applesugar88 @rainflowermoon @deansgirl215 @thisismysecrethappyplace @calaofnoldor @jerkbitchidjitassbutt @sleepylunarwolf @chances-and-miracles @sandlee44 @foxyjwls007 @cpag7 @deanwanddamons

Jack Attack (Jensen x Reader fics ONLY): @tiffanycaruso @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk

Dean’s Sweethearts: (Dean x Reader fics ONLY)

Two for the Money (Dean x Reader and Jensen x Reader fics ONLY):  @jayankles @akshi8278 @jensensjaredsandmishaslover @supernatural-jackles @adoptdontshoppets

Keep It Original (ALL fics featuring OFCs): @ashleymalfoy @atc74 @melbrandes @smoothdogsgirl @illisea @ravenesque @spnbaby-67

The Division (Scheduled to be finished December 2020): @xtina2191 @itsallaboutthedean @roxyspearing @adoptdontshoppets

Blank Space (Scheduled to be finished mid-late November 2020): @roxyspearing

[mermaidxatxheart]

It’s Always You

This is a sneak peek of something that I’m working on and really debating on posting. I’d love feedback, whether positive or negative. Something you didn’t like, something that didn’t make sense. If it doesn’t get a lot of feedback, then I guess that’s also my answer, as well. *Edit. I forgot the Keep Reading bar. I will get better.

Pairing: Bucky X OFC

Warnings: descriptions of car accidents, being in the hospital, angst, I maintain that I know absolutely nothing. Heavy sarcasm. There’s seriously so much snark in this story, I almost ran out.

Word count: 1112

Summary: Ava is in a car accident and wakes up in the hospital with Captain America asking her questions. Before she can remember anything, she slips into a coma. Will she be able to help Steve figure out what’s going on in time?

Disclaimer, since we apparently have to do this now: I only own my original characters. The ideas are mine, the Marvel characters belong to Marvel. This story was inspired by @shreddedparchment‘s You’re My Mission, but as far as we’re both aware (I believe) they’re not similar.

The last thing I remember is the set of headlights coming directly at the left side of my car. The screeching of metal twisting, the hollow pops as the door panels crack and the shattering of glass are the last noises I hear. 

 Silence.

 Blissful. 

 Pain-free.

 Silence. 

 The next sound I become slowly aware of is a quiet beeping. A steady rhythm. Even. 

 It almost lulls me back to sleep. But then I’m aware that something isn’t right. I try to roll over but my whole body is immobilized, held down and I begin to panic. That quiet beeping becomes frantic, picks up speed. I can’t breathe, something is blocking my airway, something hard forced down my throat. 

 “She’s awake!” A voice yells and there’s more noise. People talking over people, hands touching me and my panic ratchets up another notch. 

 The hard plastic something is pulled out of my throat, leaving it burning and raw, but at least I can breathe. I gasp for air and my throat feels like it’s on fire.

 “If you can hear me, you need to calm down. You’re safe, you’re in a hospital.” A voice says gently, a hand pressing on my shoulder.

 I struggle to open my eyes, but for the first time I realize I can’t, they’re being held shut. 

 I try to lift my arms but they feel like dead weight and won’t move.

 “Easy, now. Just relax.” The voice says again and I feel fingers against my eyes, but there’s a gap in the sensation. It takes me a long minute to realize that it’s because I can’t feel all of the fingertip. 

 Something like tape is pulled off my eye and I wince as pain flares. But now I can open my eyes. One only opens a little, it’s mostly swollen shut, which is probably why they only had tape on one.

 “Your eye kept popping open, it was unnerving some of the staff.” The voice says again. Her voice is gentle, feminine. 

 I try to turn my head to look at her, but my neck won’t turn. “What happened to me?” I croak. My voice is painfully rough and speaking even that much hurts like a bitch. 

 “Don’t try to move. You’re very lucky to be alive. Can you tell me what you remember?” She asks, stepping into your view. She’s very pretty, A dark-skinned beauty with obvious Western Asian features and a British accent. 

 “I,” I try to think back before waking up just a moment ago, but it’s just a big black void. Faces appear, my parents, my sisters, people I used to know, my boyfriend. “I was talking to my boyfriend... on the phone, I think.” I start, my good eye drifting over my body. 

 It looks like the entire thing is in a cast. My legs are elevated, the left one in a complicated looking brace and the right one in red plaster. My arms are suspended in front of me, needles stuck along the fingers and thick bandages wrapped from my palms up to the middle of my forearms. My right arm is in a cast up to the middle of my bicep and I can feel the massive bandage over my right shoulder.

 “And what were you doing at the time?” The doctor asks. Her face is kind and I want to answer, but thinking back that far hurts my head. 

 “I don’t remember.” I close your eyes, trying to calm down. 

 “That’s alright. Maybe with a little rest, it will come back to you. Can you tell me your name?”

 “Ava. Ava Fonesca.”

 “That’s really good. I’m Doctor Haskin. If you need anything or have any questions for me, you can always have a nurse page me.”

 “Can’t you tell me what’s the matter with me?” I ask.

 She glances towards the door for a moment. “Someone is here to see you. We can discuss your injuries later after you’ve had more time to heal.” She says, stepping outside.

 I nearly choke at the man who enters the now-empty hospital room. He’s tall, he’s blond and those baby blue eyes seem to look right through me.

 Captain America.

 “Hi,” He says once his eyes meet mine. They roamed over my injuries at first, only a natural instinct.

 “Hi,” I reply, feeling insanely stupid. 

 “Do you know who I am?” He asks.

 “Don’t tell me you have amnesia, too. The whole world will fall apart if Captain Steve Rogers can’t remember who he is.” I reply, my jaw aches so I’m careful to keep it mostly shut.

 He grins. “Finally, a sense of humor I can get along with.”

 “You get along with everybody.” A female voice says, coming into the room. 

 Wanda Maximoff.

 “Don’t let him lie to you like that.” She says with a friendly smile at me. 

 I don’t respond, mostly because I’m trying to keep my panic under control.

 “How are you feeling?” Steve asks.

 “Like an elephant is sitting on my chest,” I admit.

 He gives a small chuckle. “I’ve been there. It will go away.” He stalls for a minute and I can tell the small talk is over.

 “What are you doing here?” I ask.

 “Direct, to the point. I like her.” Wanda says, turning a little to Steve. 

 “We need to talk about what happened to you.” 

 “I don’t know anything,” I answer honestly.

 “Okay. So, let’s talk about what you do know.” He pulls a chair close to the side of my bed.

 “Nothing.”

 “I’m sure that’s not true. You’re one of the best biochemical scientists in the world, from what I hear.” He smiles and I have to try hard to resist rolling my eyes.

 “Well, sure, I know stuff. But you’re not referring to what I know like that. You want to know what got me here and honestly-I have no idea.”

 Wanda snorts in a very unladylike way behind Steve.

 “Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “So, do you remember going to work?”

 I close my eyes, trying to focus. “I remember a conversation.” I want to rub my face. It’s frustrating to not have the mobility I should.

 “With your boyfriend?” Steve asks. 

 “No, with... with a friend. I think I sent him something.” I frown. 

 “Was this friend Michael Chambers?” Steve asks gently.

 I try to nod, but can’t. “Yes. We went to Harvard together.” It dawns on me that I never said Michael’s name. “How did you know it was him?” I ask, my eye trained on Steve.

 “He was found dead in his apartment two weeks ago. The same night you had your accident.”

 Everything Tag List:

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[saveyourblood]

Important Blog Announcement

so... this is something that I have been thinking about for a very, very long time.

As probably most of you know by now, this blog originated as an SPN blog; more specifically, it was an SPN reader insert fanfiction blog. I'm sure many of you have also noticed that I haven't posted consistent writing in... a very long time (I'm talking at least 1 year). And, truth is: it's because I simply have no interest in it anymore, neither Supernatural or writing for it. 

Between the mix of pursuing my original works and the pressure I have felt to post writing for this fandom (by my own mentality, no one has been rude to me, thank god), I just feel as though my time to retire from fanfiction (besides a few side/secret projects that won't even be posted here on tumblr) is long overdue. This doesn't mean that I will never write fanfiction again, because who knows! Maybe I'll change my mind in the future. But as of right now, I can tell you that my own writing content is something you won't be seeing much of on my blog. So, basically, this is my formal announcement that I will no longer be writing fanfiction for SPN, if any fandom. You can read below the cut for some more explanation + the answers to some questions you may be asking. 

So... What will happen to all of my old works? After a lot of thought and a refreshing conversation with @icouldnotsee, I can say that all of my writing will still be up for you to enjoy. I will be deleting my masterlist, both mobile and the page on my theme, but you can find the posts easily under either a pairing tag or '#i can write', my general writing tag. 

Now what will I be posting? I'm still a multifandom blog, which means I'll still post multi-fandom things. I've been thinking about becoming a general writing/prompt blog, but that decision isn't definite. So, mostly I'll be focusing on reblogging beautiful gifs/graphics from many fandoms (Shadowhunters, The Walking Dead, video games (Life is Strange, The Last of Us, TWD game), Comedies (FRIENDS, The Office, Parks & Rec,) etc), and occasionally posting my own as well. Not much is going to change from the blog's current state, aside from the fact that SPN is no longer my main fandom and I can freely say that I will no longer be writing for it.  Now that you won't be SPN, Can I unfollow you? By all means. If my blog isn't your cup of tea, that is perfectly fine. If you unfollow me because of this post, even if you're a mutual, there will be no hard feelings. I can see myself losing most of my follower base from this announcement, and I think I'm okay with that. And, a final note to my SPN Family (yes, I just dropped the F-bomb): Thank you. Even when you didn't always know, you taught me a lot about being in a tightly knit yet incredibly divided fandom. You taught me how people of entirely different backgrounds and lives can find some of their best friends through a single, almost meaningless thing. You taught me how to stand up for my own opinions, that I can criticize something I like, and that no matter how much you fight with some people, they will always think they are right, even when you believe they are wrong (I learned that last one the hard way on several occasions, ha).  Thank you for being something I could enjoy, and thank you for the endless love and support you have offered me. I have made some of my best friends because of this show, and I wouldn't take that back for even a second.

If you have any questions, please send me an ask.  Just some random tags: @sleepywinchester , @icouldnotsee , @@theerinpage , @tchallaes , @teamfreewill-imagine , @ruined-by-destiel , @sassy-losechester , @musically-queer, @melorabarton, @fawnjensen, @wanderingcas , @ddean , @destielonfire , @thing-you-do-with-that-thing , + a bunch of other friends/mutuals I'm forgetting Forever taglist (that I probably will never use again):  @impalapossible @elroymarvelous @raeganr99 @dontsassmecastiel @bitch-i-am-a-dean-girl @faithlov3hope  @supernatural-harrypotter7 @anabel-rose @district-12-erudite @nerdysandwichqueen @spnici @number-one-supernatural-trash @chelseypaigeake @superbluhoo2 @b-enfield14 @anaestheticfangirl @winterwolf57 @bubblebathsandsarcasm @wildfirewinchester @rainingangelwings @everyday-supernatural-af @fairytalesexistxx @brokenwings395 @girl-next-door-writes @lakama15 @phillion-howell56785 @duherica @batmmgray @chelsea072498 @princess-joe37 @thelandofspntrash @sis-tafics @16wiishes @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @jaylovesfrance77 @growningupgeek @whydoyouwantmetosaymyname @spn-fan-girl-173 @cascar24 @macndeath @stilinski15 @tattooedluci @trinityjadec @idontexerciseiexorcise @sugar-plum-harrypotter-obsessed @jensensjaredsandmishaslover  @the--gorgeous @kristaparadowski @amaranthinecastiel @thegreatficmaster @starswirlblitz @my-supernatural-dreams @liveyourlifemeraki @just-a-touch-of-crowley @superlocktrash7983 @the-fancy-dog @bonnie4lyfe @demonic-meatball @bananakid42 @theplaidshirtmadness @spnbuckytrash @cojootromuelle @supernatural-squadd @ria132love @emoryhemsworth

[trexrambling]

The Road So Far...

Today I hit 1,500+ followers, and I just wanted to take a quick second and thank all of you lovelies who follow me and make my day better with your love and encouragement and sweet messages and great conversations and just everything. I truly feel blessed to be a part of this Tumblr/SPN family.

I used to write all the time growing up, but I never posted anything and rarely shared my work with the world. Tumblr gave me an outlet to re-discover my love for writing, and I’ve truly loved every second of it. I posted my first fic in March of 2017, and since then I’ve written more things than I ever thought possible. All of that is because of you guys :)

I figured I’d take a quick second to combine this post with a tag game that a few of you have mentioned me in :) So, below the cut are a few of my fics from this past year that I’m most proud of. Thanks to all of you who have read and supported me in them! I have the best lovelies that a Trex could ever ask for :)

Much love,

Jess

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you’ve created this past year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

I was tagged by my beautiful sunflower @deanssweetheart23. She makes my day brighter just by being in it :) 

Used to This (DeanxReader)

This fic kind of came out of nowhere, and once @wheresthekillswitch pushed me to keep writing I absolutely loved the direction it took. This is probably one of my favorite things that I’ve written so far. It made me feel all the feels, and the ending still remains one of my favorite ones to date.

Bite Me (DeanxReader)

My fanfic child, my first word baby to post on Tumblr. This story will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s also the longest series I’ve written, and I felt so dang proud when I typed the last chapter. I actually got the idea from a weird dream I had where I’d been captured by vampires and Sam and Dean came to save me. The rest of the plot just kinda took off from there.

Innuendos (DeanxReader)

This one... I’m proud of this one for a few reasons. First, I was pretty uncomfortable with the idea and felt like I wouldn’t be able to do it justice (I’m more conservative than most people would think). Second, I actually wrote it all out and ended up giggling along the way. Third, this story was one that a lot of you found me through. It’s got the most notes out of anything I’ve written.

As They Leave Their Mark (poetry)

I have written poetry for as long as I can remember. This piece was the first time I combined poetry with the SPN universe. I absolutely love how this turned out, and it ended up being a catalyst for a few other SPN poetry pieces as well.

Through Your Eyes (DeanxReader, in progress)

I have never felt so sucked into a story that was my own than I have with this one. I feel like I’m getting to explore a side of a reader and Dean that hasn’t been seen very often. I absolutely love writing this series, and I can’t wait to keep sharing more of it with you guys :) Bits and pieces of myself are sewn into these words, just like with everything else that I write. Thanks to everyone who has joined me on this adventure and left me such wonderful love along the way.

Thanks to all of my Forever Lovelies for sticking with me :)

@wheresthekillswitch @pinknerdpanda  @emilywritesaboutdean @ruprecht0420 @arryn-nyxx @jotink78 @hiimaprofessionalfangirl @super-not-naturall @aiaranradnay @percywinchester27 @hannahindie @rosie-winchester @nanie5 @feelmyroarrrr @mogaruke @escabell @mrswhozeewhatsis @katymacsupernatural @deanssweetheart23 @oneshoeshort  @claire-of-the-country @greeneyesinlaceandangelsgrace @keelzy2 @angelsandwinchesters @writingmisha @canadianjelly @findingfitnessforme @luulaachops @tas898 @221b-cfordwrites @allonsy-yesiwlill @keepcalmandcarryondean @ravengirl94 @hollygopossum @charliebradbury1104 @rda1989 @mrsbatesmotel53 @hexparker @hennessy0274-blog @dixonpotato38 @mickey-m399 @autopistaaningunaparte @fandomismyspiritanimal @anticipate1003 @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes @boxywrites @sylverminx @captainemwinchester @watermelonfruitsalad @4401Inc @darthdeziewok @amionthetumbler @smalltowndivaj @supernatural-girl97 @sujuvixxo @imgetting2old4diss @karlilarki @amanda-teaches @dean-winchesters-baby @supernatural-dean67 @queencflair @babypieandwhiskey @impala-dreamer @kristaparadowski @dancingalone21 @mjdoc90 @thebikiniinspector @jeanjeaniethings @ja9erz @easelweasel @masksandtruths @blushingdean @wildlandfox @paigebellabliss @deanandcassiefan @sandlee44 @obsessivecompulsivespn @poukothenerd @michellethetvaddict @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @theoutlinez @blackcherrywhiskey @jensensjaredsandmishaslover @fanfreak07 @cassieraider @there-must-be-a-lock @moosesamdeancasbees @oh-balls-you-idjits @speakinvain @ellen-reincarnated1967 @atc74

[scarlettwitcher]

Úlfur Minn Masterlist

Total Word Count: 13,137

Part One

Part Two

Part Three 

Part Four

Alternate Ending

[scarlettwitcher]

Dance To This

Summary: Reader and Dean go to a club and reminisce on their relationship.

Characters: Dean, Reader

Word Count:2800

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: So as most of you know, I am back and better than ever!(lol jk) I had this saved in my docs for more than a year and decided to finally post it for all of yall’s entertainment. I know this may seem a bit OOC Dean and reader has specific tastes but I wrote this when I was obsessed with this song. This one shot is based on the song Dance To This by Ariana Grande & Troye Sivan. I’ve thought about having a series of one shots where each one is based on a song. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this story and let me know what you think! 

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       The bass in the club was so loud, it could be heard from the outside. Just as Dean parked the Impala, you opened the door and practically ran out, staring at the giant neon sign on the top of the building, almost as if it was a cinema. Dean watched you and smiled, shaking his head at your enthusiasm as he stepped out of his baby and followed you inside, watching you like a child running into a toy store. 

You had told Dean one night while you two were in bed that you had always wanted to go to one of those dance clubs where everything was dark and they actually played good music and they had black lights all over. Almost like those purple pictures you loved, your aesthetics, or atisticks as Dean called them. Dean never understood half the crap you loved, but the fact that you loved it, he made sure to take the time to let you explain it to him. That night you both were talking about what you wanted to do with your life if you weren't hunting. 

“I would probably be a writer. I'd start small, of course, maybe write for the newspaper and write my books on the side and when I was ready, I would publish. What about you?“

“I'd probably own a mechanic shop, build cars, restore them, maybe even motorcycles too. What's something you've always wanted to do?”

“I'd travel the world, see everything.” 

“We still can.”

“Dean, you know we can't but you know there is something I've always wanted to do that I think we can, only if you'd want to anyways.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

You blushed at the nickname, knowing just how much of an effect it had on you, even after being married for a year. “I've always wanted to go to a dance club.”

“Seriously?”

“Hear me out.”

All Dean did was laugh and nod for you to continue. “Not just any dance club, those that have that sweet chill music, not that weird techno crap, kinda almost down to earth. Kinda underground ish. I've always wanted to go, drink, and dance under the black lights with music like this.” You got up from the bed, grabbing Dean's flannel from the chair it was on, slipping it onto your naked body, buttoning the middle two buttons. You walked over to the desk and grabbed your phone, searching through your music library until the song that had been playing endlessly in your head for the last few days passed by your eyes. You smiled and pressed play. The soft rhythm began to play as you put the volume all the way up. “This kind of music would be playing and it would just be.. Amazing.” You breathed out the last part not realizing just how much you craved these small normal things. Dean didn't laugh as he watched you. He stood and slipped on his boxers as he walked over to you. 

Young ambition

Say we'll go slow but we never do 

Premonition

See me spending every night with you

“And how would we dance to this?”

Oh, yeah 

Under the kitchen lights

You still look like dynamite, 

You smiled and slowly started to rock your hips to the rhythm of the song and raised your arms above your head and continued as you stepped closer to dean and continued to sway, feeling him slowly sway with you to the music. You smiled and continued, turning so your back was to his chest as you laid back against him and continued to rock your hips, wrapping your arm around his neck as he buried his face into your neck.

You walked into the club and watched as everyone was dancing and jumping, the club exactly what you had dreamed. You watched with such glee and excitement. Dean felt his heart soar just watching you. He pulled you towards the bar as he ordered you both some drinks. Getting them quickly, you made your way to small round booth with a view of the whole club. You watched as everyone was having the time of their lives. You looked at Dean and pulled him into you, kissing him with all your love pouring into your lips.

It took him 3 weeks to find the club and you knew what he was doing. After that night when you two danced for what seemed like hours, he was glued to the computer. He always said it was research for Garth but you knew better. Of course, you didn't spoil his fun. Finally, he found the club in Los Angeles. He packed everything while you slept and loaded the car. When you woke up in the morning, Dean was nowhere to be found. He left you a note saying he found a hunt and for you to be out as quick as you can. You didn't question it. You showered, changed, and shoved food down your throat, running to the Impala where Dean was packing the trunk. A few good morning kisses and hugs and you were on the road. It was long and Dean wouldn't relent any details to where you were going. 

Finally, you arrived to the hotel. It was a fancy hotel that you could estimate was way out of your normal budget. You questioned Dean but he just said it was nice to stay in these now and then. You were too tired to question him. The next day, he said to get ready because you were going out. Once you saw Dean's favorite dress of yours in your duffel, you knew where you were going. You made sure to look your best. You curled your hair in long waves, you applied false lashes, and even put on dark red lipstick. You slid on the tight, black dress that fell around your mid thigh. It was tight but flowy around the end. It had a long v cut down the top and the back was just bare. You slipped on some black stilettos and made sure you looked good before walking out where Dean's jaw fell on the floor. He couldn't even form a sentence as he saw you, just like he did every time he saw you after weeks of a hunt or whenever you wanted to look good for him or even sometimes when you wore his favorite pair of lingerie that you got for him on your one year anniversary. He kissed you roughly and you giggled, feeling just how bad he didn't want to leave. He reluctantly pulled you out driving you to your mystery spot.

Once you pulled away from the kiss, Dean looked dazed. He licked his lips as he caught his breath before cupping your cheek. “What was that for?” 

“Don't even get me started. Thank you for this. This is amazing. I love you.” Dean smiled widely, beaming. You giggled as you stood. The familiar beats of your favorite song at the time started as you ran towards the dance floor and yelled out in excitement as the rest of the club joined you. Somehow, it got more packed. You had ended up in the middle where you rocked with the music and kept your eyes locked with Dean as he watched you, taking a sip of his beer. He watched you the way predators watch their prey. He stood and walked over to you before anyone else even thought of touching you. He grabbed your hand and spun you, your back against his chest as you mimicked your moves from that night in his bedroom.

And I wanna end up on you

oh, don't need no place to go

Just put on the radio

You know what I wanna do

You laughed and it was as if time had just stopped. You rocked your hip to the right, feeling Dean press flush against you, as his arm snaked around your hip, feeling the way his fingers dragged against your middle, almost like he was touching your skin. Shocks of electricity sparked everywhere around the two of you. You leaned into him as he kissed your neck, his lips lingering over your skin. Everything happened slowly and you loved it. You loved every second of Dean pressed against you, his lips on your skin, the way the music made you feel, the way you could dance and be free.

We can just dance to this

Don't take too much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

Dance to this

Dance to this

We can just dance to this

Dean sang the lyrics softly against your ear as the music played on. The club didn't exist anymore. It was only you and Dean. You continued rocking with the music, swaying and moving around in fluid sensual movements, Dean following your lead on every one. His hand dragged up your thigh, almost possessively as you continued to dance, not caring who saw you. You loved Dean so much and you were his. 

Dear beloved, bring those 501s a bit closer, bit closer 

And dear, my lover

Do that thing we never do sober, sober

You turned in Dean's hold, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your lower back and the other up to hold your hand. You slowly swayed around with him, laughing and jumping like idiots. Time slowed once more as you jumped and your hair almost floated for a second as you watched Dean, seeing all those years of stress just fading away. You let go of him to jump in front of him, keeping your arms above your head, as you laughed and watched as he copied you but he looked like a big lug. You moved your hands down to wrap around his waist to try and guide him to dance right. He happily let you take control as you guided him around the dance floor, everyone watching you, letting your good emotions rub off on them, following your lead. They all jumped and swayed to the music next to you and Dean.

Oh, yeah, under the kitchen lights

You still look like dynamite

And I wanna end up on you (yeah) 

Oh, we don't need no place to go

Just put on the radio

You know what I wanna do

At this point, everyone was singing with the song. You couldn't help the wide smile. You closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the beat of the music, the softness of the vocals, the way everyone's jumping and swaying, adding more flavor to the song. You opened your eyes to Dean swinging his hips to the beat of the music. You couldn't look away as you watched your husband lose himself to the music just as you were seconds ago. You had never seen Dean so happy and free. You wished he was always like this. You jumped over to him as you dragged your hands down his chest and matched his movements, letting him take control of the both of you.

 We can just dance to this

Don't take too much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

Dance to this

Dance to this

We can just dance to this

The song was nearing its end. You made sure to make it the best. You were basically yelling out the lyrics at this point but the rest of the club joined you. You ran up to the DJ booth, Dean following close by as the DJ let you on. You stood next to him as you danced, Dean on the other side, as everyone cheered for you as you waved your hands in the air, making sure everyone was doing the same as the end neared.

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

Everyone sang every lyric perfect, the music not even needed at this point as everyone cheered. They made hand motions for you and Dean to jump and crowd surf. You smiled and you did, about a million hands catching you. They threw you up and held you as they bounced you to the rhythm of the music. You squealed and laughed, hearing grunts of fear next to you. You looked at Dean knowing he was scared of falling but the people seemed determined to protect the both of you.

We can just dance to this

Don't take much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body, yeah

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

The moved you both back to the booth where you were panting. The DJ just laughed at the both of you as you made your way down the stage towards the middle of the crowd where you continued like nothing ever happened. Every fear, every burden, every little thing that caused you stress had disappeared for the night. It no longer existed in your mind. You looked at Dean and you could see it in his deep, green eyes. You saw the happiness, the adrenaline. You saw the eyes of the puppy dog eyed Dean you met years ago. You hugged him tightly as he pulled you up, wrapping your legs around him as he held onto you like his life depended on it or at least, that's how his kiss felt. He kissed you roughly and needily, trying to spell out for you with his lips just how freaking much he loved you. 

We can just dance to this

Don't take much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body, yeah

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

Dance to this

You pulled back as you rested your forehead against Dean's, lost to the world, the only thing that mattered in that moment was him. His smell, his eyes, his heartbeat, his touch, everything in that moment was engraved in your memory, because somehow everything was different. It was all coated in love and pure blissed out happiness and god, what you wouldn't give for it to be like that forever. 

Dance to this, love

Dance to this

We can just, dance to this

Dance to this, dance to this

We can just dance to

You went back to the hotel after a couple of hours at the club. Dean was nowhere finished with you that night. He didn't rough it up like he always did. Instead, he took his time admiring every inch of skin, just like your first time together. He kissed every part of you and made sure you knew just how much he loved you. He made love to you 3 times that night. It was 4 in the morning. You were staring out the balcony window, which was wide open, watching the purple sky, seeing the stars. Dean was asleep on your chest. You dragged your fingers through his scalp and listened to him breathe. He wrapped his arm around your waist holding you against him. You smiled softly. You reached over and grabbed your phone. You clicked into your music, clicking on favorites, and seeing the one song that somehow changed everything. You put it to the lowest volume without turning it off. You set your phone on the desk next to the bed as the song played in the background, somehow making everything perfect. You could feel Dean smile in his sleep. You couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was imagining your night at the club. You kept your gaze on the window as sleep finally over took you.

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride (We can just dance to this)

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

We can just dance to this

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night 

Little did you know that Dean was watching the movie of your life story together and that brought the most comfort to him. That song was just a nice touch to your life. Dean always knew you were the only person he wanted to dance the rest of his life with.

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Dean Tags: @plaidstiel-wormstache @ackleholic-hunter

[scarlettwitcher]

Hi everyone! Since I'm gonna start writing again, I'd like to update my tag list and know who'd still like to be a forever tag or would like to be on one of the specific tag lists:

- Forever

- Dean/Jensen

- Sam/Jared

- You're mine, Omega

Every other tag will be added to the forevers list. I did say I'm gonna rewrite some series and delete the old ones but I'm only going to rewrite You're mine, Omega.

I'm going to tag everyone I previously had and if you'd like to stay, change lists, or be removed, please send me a message or an ask or whatever you do to let me know, lol.

@grace-for-sale @goldenolaf25 @sea040561 @feelmyroarrrr @castielsgrace-idjits @nippleemma @butiaintgonnaloveem @babypieandwhiskey @winchester-writes @nataliehasgrace @lupine-princess @ellen-reincarnated1967 @reigningqueenofwords @sofreddie @giftofdreams @faegal04 @smoothdogsgirl @idk-life01 @sorenmarie87 @fictionalabyss @lovebodymindstuff @fallen-castielx @thetrickster67 @p3nny4urth0ught5 @chelsea072498 @suzannebeaketa @brindz30 @dustycelt @mandylove1000 @band-and-sadness @winchesterprincessbride @chook007 @atc74 @sleepylunarwolf @crispychrissy @isnt-the-blog-youre-looking-for @castielwinchester22 @akshi8278 @evyiione @authoressskr @anotherwaywardsoul

@angelkurenai @shirouka @bringmesomepie56 @writingthingsisdifficult @dancingalone21 @imagining-supernatural @frenchybell @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester @plaidstiel-wormstache

Gonna reblog with the rest of the tags!

[scarlettwitcher]

I’m currently reading ‘You’re mine, Omega’ and I can’t find chapter 5, can you link me it.

So those chapters are from my old series of YMO. I'm currently rewriting it and I have the first chapter of the rewrite out. I will be removing the old ones but I'll link Chapter Five and Six of the old one for you 💕

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[scarlettwitcher]

I just rewatched The Greatest Showman and I just got hit with the cutest story line which is based on the romance story line from Zac Efron and Zendaya from the movie..

And who knows which character I'll write about... *smirks evily*

[scarlettwitcher]

This got crazy love, I'mma cry 😭

Úlfur minn Part One

Request: by @laneygthememequeen​: Hello lovely! I just saw that youre open to requests and are itching to write something for soft boi geralt! If you’re open to it, can I request a geralt x reader where reader seems like super innocent but is like an actual warrior/badass and he’s just like in awe. Or maybe where the reader is in like a dress for some reason and she usually doesn’t wear dresses because they’re inconvenient for fighting and ends up having to fight in the dress. take care and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Summary: After Jaskier is finally able to convince Geralt to be his bodyguard for Pavetta’s betrothal dinner, shit goes down and Geralt has to make the decision of whether or not he should tell Y/n how he really feels.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Jaskier, Calanthe, Eist, Mousesack, Pavetta, Duny, mentions of secondary characters in the show.

Word Count: 2336

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of guts, lots of angst, canon typical warnings, also the title is in Icelandic, it was just something cute for plot.

Author’s Notes: So, I’m not gonna lie, this one got away from me. I found that Episode 4, Of Banquets, Bastards, and Burials fit this request perfectly. This will be a four part mini series. I’m actually really excited to release this to y’all. Million of thanks out to my girl @queenxxxsupreme​. She’s been such an amazing help with writing The Witcher. Everyone send her lots of love! I am accepting requests so please, send them in! If you’d like to be a tag as well, just let me know! Thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome!

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[scarlettwitcher]

I saw this picture and wrote a small imagine for it... I'm not tagging people cause it's gonna take too long so for those who see it, I hope y'all like it.

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Imagine reader with silky white blood and dean with his black blood

She looked at him with fear in her eyes. She watched as blood droplets fell from the tips of his fingers onto the floor below. She couldn't believe it. Dean looked at her and realized what she had seen. It was too late. He would have to let her in to the life he swore he would never let touch her. She took a step back as she watched him with wide eyes trying to process that the love of her life has ink black blood. Why was his blood so dark? What could he have done to have it?

"(Y/n), I c-can explain. Plea-" Dean took a step forward (Y/n) but immediately stopped when he saw her take a step back, away from him. He swallowed thickly as he watched her in her frightened state.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

"Its me, baby. It's me, Dean."

"W-why is it..?"

He sighed as he rubbed his neck. "Its a long story."

"I guess 2 years wasn't enough time."

Dean looked down at the floor. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. It was their anniversary and they decided to stay in and cook together. Dean was cutting up the vegetables when he turned to kiss (y/n). He wasn't careful and he sliced his hand. He groaned in pain and (y/n) ran to grab some tissues to stop the bleeding when she saw his hand. She was never supposed to see the color of his blood and he always hid it well from her, but now, she had to know everything."If you're thinking that I'm some psycho killer, I'm not. This is, well, this is different."

"Different how?! You didn't kill them, you just severely injured them?!"

Dean sighed and rubbed his neck once more. It was time to tell her everything.

"I cant believe this." (Y/n) grabbed her head as she was trying to process Dean having black blood and why.

"Look, (y/n), I will tell you everything, i just need you to calm down. Everyone's made mistakes, I'm sure you have, we just need to talk about this."

"I haven't made ANY mistakes ok dean?" She huffed in exasperation and huffed under her breath. "Although I'm starting to think this was one."

"This is a mistake? You think that us being together is a mistake?"

"No that's not what I meant Dean. What do you want me to say? You have black blood. It's literally classified as the worse kind of blood. All people with black blood are expected to be arrested and tried for their actions dean. I don't know what you want from me."

Dean rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Youre saying all of this as if you're some kind of angel, or, or saint."

"I'm not saying I am, but I can say I'm close."

Dean scoffed and crossed his arms, looking at reader expectantly. He knew he had no right to be angry but he need to exert some control to the situation if he wanted his relationship to ever patch up and move on.

(Y/n) looked at dean and felt herself boil inside with anger and betrayal. "Oh now what? All of the sudden your guilts gone and you're now trying to turn this on me? No this is how it's gonna go." (y/n) turned around and grabbed the knife dean cut himself with and pulled the blade along her arm. Dean watched as the whitest blood started to slowly trickle out of the wound. It was pure white. The purest blood in the whole planet. He watched speechless. (Y/n) hissed in pain but held it in, not giving dean the satisfaction.She grabbed a towel and wiped her arm clean. She looked at him, all anger gone, now hurt evident in her eyes. She sighed softly as she looked at the floor. "I'm gonna pack a few things and go with my sister."

Dean shook himself out of his trance and walked up to (y/n) cupping her cheek. "Please don't do this."(Y/n) closed her eyes, feeling the touch of his skin on hers before moving away from him, and running towards the bedroom. Dean's eyes watered as he stared at the floor where some of her white blood had fallen.

[iwantthedean]

Two Prompt One-Shot #45: Makeshift Medic

Summary: Sam is severely injured on a hunt; you do your best to save him, despite Dean’s doubts.  Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1265 Warnings: Description of injuries and makeshift medical attention, some really ridiculous medical stuff that probably doesn’t make sense at all and only serves the purpose of this story.  Prompt: Bolded in fic; chosen by those who voted for the next Two Prompt One-Shot back in mid-September. In true Nicole fashion, it took me until now to finish it. Here is the original post, if you need some explanation. 

Your eyes grew wide as the werewolf shoved its claws into Sam’s abdomen. It had been the younger Winchester’s own idea to set himself out as bait and, not for the first time, things had gone terribly, terribly wrong. 

Dean screamed out his brother’s name before acting quickly, riddling the werewolf’s body with silver bullets. The creature dropped the ground, returning to its human form, eyes staring into nothing before the orbital muscles relaxed and his eyes closed. 

Sam was on the ground too, blood pouring from the wound in his side. Dean pulled off his flannel and pressed it to Sam’s side in an effort to stop the bleeding. 

“Dean, we can’t stay here,” you reminded him, looking around for the rest of the pack to quickly descend on the three of you. “We have to get him out of here.”

“Yeah, all right. Help me get him to the car.”

Between the two of you, but mostly with Dean’s effort, you got Sam slumped into the back of the Impala. His face was going pale as the blood saturated Dean’s flannel. Sam’s eyes grew glassy, and you told him to hold on — you were going to get help. 

“He’s never going to make it if we don’t stop the bleeding,” Dean called over his shoulder as he raced down the road. 

You nodded, pulling out your phone. This was going to be a huge risk, and Sam was not going to enjoy it, but you were going to figure it out. 

“You’re googling?” Dean demanded. 

“Shut up,” you said, quickly typing in a search inquiry. How to stop severe bleeding; once you got through all of the ‘Call 911, go to the ER’ type information, you found a survivalist site that gave a how-to on makeshift stitching for internal injuries. 

Rummaging in your bag for the first aid kit, you pulled out a needle, thread, a lighter, and some rubbing alcohol. You also found a fifth of something or other which you made Sam take a long swig of before you poured the alcohol over his wound. 

“Fuck!” Sam cried out, the alcohol stinging his exposed flesh. 

“Sorry,” you winced. You held the lighter to the end of the needle and pushed the thread through the eye. “Okay, Sam. You ready? This isn’t forever, just long enough for us to get you to a hospital.”

Sam took another swig of the alcohol and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’m ready.”

“First of all, this car is moving,” Dean reminded you. “Not to mention, you’ve never done stitches before, and that shit is deep, Y/N.”

“Well, like I said, it’s not forever. Thanks for the vote of confidence, by the way,” you muttered. 

Dean rolled his eyes and fixed his eyes on the road while you fixed your eyes on Sam’s wound. You took a deep breath, said a quick prayer, then put needle to flesh. 

Sam cried out with the first puncture of that deepest exposed layer. You could only imagine the pain he was in; you apologized over and over, with every dip of the needle back into his muscle. 

A couple of minutes later, Sam passed out. Blood was dripping over the seat of the Impala, and you could only imagine how that contributed to Dean’s concern over the whole matter. 

“You better hope he wakes up,” Dean growled. “Or we’re going to be in bigger trouble than explaining how he got hurt in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and continued working. Some of the stitches broke through the tender flesh, requiring that you go back and redo them in meatier portions of the tissue. Sam’s pulse stayed as strong as it could with that level of blood loss, until you were done. 

“He’s looking really pale,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder. 

“Well, he lost a lot of blood,” you sighed, rummaging in your bag for supplies you kept only for the most dire of circumstances. 

After opening everything you would need, you splashed more of the rubbing alcohol over your arm and then Sam’s. Pulling your belt out of its loops, you tightened it around your arm and positioned the needle above the throbbing vein there. 

“What the hell, Y/N?”

You sighed. “Last hospital we were in, I grabbed a couple transfusion kits. Pretended to be a student, got taught how it works in trauma situations like this. Just trust me.”

The needle stung only for a second when it went in; you managed with one hand to tape down the needle, clamp the tube, and then got the belt off of your arm. You wrapped it around Sam’s arm, but before you could insert the needle into his vein, the Impala swerved to the side of the road. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you demanded. “I’ve got a needle in my arm and I’m ready to put one in your brother’s and you swerve like that?”

Dean got out of the car and opened the backseat. “We’re just gonna call an ambulance. Forget this transfusion business. We can’t do this.”

“We aren’t doing this, I am. By the time the ambulance gets here and finds us, Dean, it could be too late. We’re in the damn middle of nowhere! You need to keep driving and let me do what I’m doing.”

“We can’t —”

“If you tell me again we can’t do this, I’m going to kick you somewhere you’re not going to enjoy,” you threatened through clenched teeth. “I want to save Sam just as bad as you do, but your doubt is really not helping things. Now. Get in the driver’s seat, get us to a hospital. Now.”

Dean still looked skeptical, but he managed to follow your orders. You finished setting up the transfusion, and then Dean carefully navigated the Impala back onto the road. 

When you finally reached the hospital, Dean ran in and yelled for help. A whole crew of hospital staff rushed out, their eyes wide at the scene in the backseat of the car. 

“He was stabbed,” you quickly explained, “some weirdo roaming around while we were camping. He lost a lot of blood while I did his stitches …”

“You did good,” one of the doctors assured. “Let’s get both of you inside.”

Sam was placed onto a gurney, and you followed beside the bed until a nurse could safely clamp the transfusion tubing again and pull the needle from your arm. She gave you some graham crackers and orange juice to help with the blood you had lost in the process, then sent you out to the lobby to wait with Dean. 

The minute he saw you, though your clothes were covered in blood and relief dragged your posture down, Dean pulled you close to him, kissed your forehead — then gave in to his own relief and hugged you tighter. 

“You saved his life,” Dean sighed. “And you didn’t give up your own in the process.”

You pulled back for a moment. “Is that what you thought was going to happen?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, running his hands up and down your arms. “I didn’t know how much blood you were giving up. Thought I might lose both of you.”

In a rare moment of public affection, you pressed your lips quickly to his. “I would never let you lose either of us, if I could help it.”

Dean let his forehead fall against yours, working to catch his breath and slow his mind until the doctor came out to update you both on Sam’s condition. 

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[scarlettwitcher]

Since it's only two parts, it won't be thaaaat much of a slow burn BUT the next part will be definitely be so much longer than the first one, it will be very angsty, it will make you hate Geralt and then love him, and then probably hate him again, and then want to hate hump him. That's all I'm saying.

Let Me Love You Part One

Request: by Anon: Hi! I saw you’re taking requests for the Witcher and we wondering if you could do a Geralt x female reader fic where the reader feel their feelings are one sided for Geralt. Perhaps she tries to ignore it but over time it hurts too much seeing him with other women and eventual feels unneeded and tries to part ways hoping some time away will help. Big shock it doesn’t and Geralt tries to find her? I’m in need of that sweet dose of heavy angst with a happy ending I hope this isn’t too specific!

Summary: Y/n is tired of hurting and makes a big decision. When Geralt goes after her and finds her, he’s faced with a bigger situation than he anticipated.

Characters: Geralt, Y/n, Jaskier, OMC!Matteus, mention of Yennefer

Word Count: 2,906

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, tiny bit of Jaskier fluff, cursing

Author’s Note: So this is going to be a two parter since again my writing and ideas got away from me! I hope you guy’s like this! I am currently working on chapter 2 for You’re Mine Omega but I don’t have a definite date to when I’ll be posting it! Sorry guys! Shoutout to my beautiful girl @queenxxxsupreme for always being the best support and helping me out by betaing! Give her love! Tag lists and requests are open so if you’d like to be tagged or you have a request, shoot me an ask! As always, thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed!

Continuar a ler

[imdoingathingmom]

Oh So Subtle! (Part 3)

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Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1440 Warnings: Language! Betrayal?? Fluff??  Summary: Loki has a crush on the reader but of course, with her being a Midgardian and all, he hardly lets it show. The only one who knows about his crush is Thor. Loki wants to admit his feelings but he doesn't know how. He decides to drop some "subtle hints." A/n: this'll probably be this last part I hope you guys liked this series. Unless for some odd reason I decide to add more but as of now this is the end! Thank you to everyone who liked and commented! This was originally a one-parter but I got so much love and encouragement that I had to write more! It really means a lot. I didn’t expect many people to like it. Y’all make my lil’ heart sing with joy! Feedback is appreciated... Recap: Loki rubs his temples and huffs out a breath, he certainly wasn't expecting an adolescent boy to be the first person he had to interact with when he woke up, "Peter!" In this moment Loki was glad he didn't have kids. Peter's eyes became the size of saucers and he choked on his breath. "I have not an idea what you are talking about. I had no intentions of scolding you. I simply have questions about y/n. Now-" Loki gestures to his room as his words dawn on Peter. Peter eyes Loki for a minute before a smile stretches across his face.

Feet apart, knees bent, hands up. Breath shallow, chest heaving. The chains holding up the punching bag rattled with each hit as thuds echoed around the room. A swift kick to the side and a hard jab to the front. Rattle, rattle, thud. Y/n continued like this for awhile, sweat streaming down her neck and brow, stray curls springing from her messy bun. Her blows were quick and calculated and the adrenaline buzzed throughout her limbs. Peter watched for a bit, she was upset and he knew why. Peter cleared his throat loudly and you stop punching the bag, grabbing hold of it to still it. You straighten up and walk over to the nearby bench as you shoot a glance over your shoulder, "are you finally talking to me again?" You grab your towel and dab your damp skin as Peter walks over to you. "I was never not talking to you." He sits next to you on the bench and looks over at you with a small smile. You throw your towel around your neck and pick up your water bottle, uncscrewing the cap, taking a long drink. "You could've fooled me, Pete. We haven't talked in like two weeks, not even a text, and every time I asked about you I was told you were with Loki."  You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. "Y/n-" Your throat grew dry and you took another swig of water, "look you don't have to explain anything. You're allowed to have other friends. I'm just surprised you're suddenly rubbing elbows with someone you used to talk shit about." Peter internally groaned, "y/n-" "But it's kinda hard not to be upset-" you let out a huff of breath as you nervously fidget with your water, ripping the wrapper around the bottle "-when it seems like you traded my friendship for his."  You drew a shaky breath into your lungs and looked at Peter with glossy eyes.

 This was ridiculous and you knew it. You weren't a teen anymore, you shouldn't be crying over something like this, but Peter was your closest friend as silly as it seemed. Sure you were a few years older than him, but you were sorta immature for your age, so naturally you guys clicked when you joined the team. He's the only one who truly got you. For weeks he's been spending time with Loki, huddled up in corners, whispering and laughing. You missed his companionship and were absolutely confused about how they even ended up talking in the first place!

"Y/n, I would never throw away your friendship like that," He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into an awkward half hug. "You're my best friend and I'm sorry I made you feel that way." You let out a breath you hadn't even realized you'd been holding and hugged him back as you smiled. "Thanks," you pulled back and dabbed your eyes with the back of your hand, "I needed that." Peter smiles wide and stands up, holding his hand out to you. "Come on," Peter pulls you up and covers your eyes with his hands. "What are you doing?" You start to pull his hands away. "Do you trust me, y/n?" "Of course I do." That's all the he needs to hear. Peter covers your eyes again and starts leading you through the compound.   He stops and presses a button, there's a ding and then he pulls you into the elevator, and after a couple of minutes it dings again and he's pulling you out. You guys walk for a couple of minutes and Peter abruptly stops, pulling his hands away from your face. You blink a couple of times and notice that your standing in front of the door that leads to the roof. Confused you turn and look at Peter with a raised eyebrow.  He just watches you, his small smile widening by the minutes. "Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here?" "Just go outside." "But why?" You place a hand on your hip and watch him with narrowed eyes. "Y/n-" Peter scratches the back of his neck "-can you just go?" Your eyes stay trained on his before you let out a breath and turn around, grabbing the door handle. "Fine, but if you lock me out here I'm kicking your ass," you threaten him over your shoulder and turn the knob. For a minute your blinded by the sunlight when you step outside. You blink a bit before your eyes adjust and there on the roof is the last person you expected to see. The God of Mischief himself, Loki. He's dressed comfortably; wearing a pair of grey sweat pants, a long sleeved navy shirt, and what appear to be a pair of black house slippers. You never knew he could pull of the casual look so well. But what you really notice is the fact that he's standing next to an outdoor swing seat and a projector. The outdoor swing is made of black metal, with a cream color shade on top that matches the cushioned seats. On the seats are a bunch of your favorite snacks.  You draw your attention back to Loki and frown as it all clicks into place, the gears in your head turning in overdrive. You cross your arms and for the first time in weeks you speak to him. "I'm going to kill Peter, right after I kill you."

"Let's not do anything drastic dear," Loki's mouth quirks up into a smile, but you notice it fails to reach his eyes, where a tornado of emotions swirl. "Don't call me that," you take a few steps, stopping once you're an arms length away from him and ask, "what do you want? What is this?" Loki swallows a bit audibly and brings his arms from behind his back. In his hands is a bouquet of your favorite flowers, tied together with a neat ribbon. You're still staring at them when he begins to speak, "I know I've been...quite rude lately but-" he clears his throat "-I was only trying to gain your affection. I didn't mean to upset you." Loki trails off when you look up at him and he clears his throat again before looking away. "I deeply apologize and would love if you would join me for a movie." You peer at him, analyzing his face, as a wave of emotions crashes against you. Anger, longing, and happiness. You do the first thing you can think of and that's punching. You punch Loki on his arm hard. "I can't believe that's what all of this was about!" You anger starts to subside and you smile up at him. "You're such a dumbass Loki!" He looks down at you with a startled expression, while you pull the bouquet of flowers out of his hands and deeply inhale their scent. It's not until your walk over to the swing, pushing the variety of snacks over, and sit down that he moves again. "I'm assuming that was a yes?" "You're not completely off the hook but yes Loki, now sit." You pat the seat next to you and smile. Loki smiles and this time it reaches his eyes as all the uncertainty that was lingering in his mind evaporates. He sets up the movie, which is conviently one of your favorites, and sits down next you. Maybe you won't kill Peter, you think to yourself as you open up some cookies and snuggle up against Loki. Bonus: Thor and Peter quietly chuckle as they watch you punch Loki in the arm. When you sit on the swing Thor pushes Peter to the side and closes the door. "Hey! What'd you do that for?" Peter looks up at Thor with his cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Thor chuckles at the sight and slings his thick arm around Peter's shoulders , "for privacy young one." "You sure didn't care about privacy when I texted you to let you know what was happening," Peter mumbles quietly as the God of Thunder leads him away from the roof. "How about you show me how to play that zombie game instead of sulking?" Peter beams and quickens his step, "I'd  love to." OSS! Taglist: @iloverhersofuckingmuch @ciniluv @malanix @hiyaitsjayy @unseelie1963 @kayleighfreeman @the-lady-mischief @book-dragon-13 @simmerkaydeebug @authorpocketcow @myeternalsin @isuirin @hiddle-hoe @markusstraya @ptersparkers @hailqueenconquer @callmeelliemarie @lousymusician @suchannoir @miku-michealis @only-kneel-before-loki @jensensjaredsandmishaslover The names that are crossed out I was not able to tag.