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Threadbare (Finale)

Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader

Part Five: Reversal Point (see previous or series)

Summary: The big day (and date) has arrived. Tonight is the Hellfire Gala!

Warnings for floof, fuff, foofin', double-floofery, and death by fluff. WC 3872

(art by DonAguillo on Facebook)

You’re nervous, but it’s hard not to be.

Steve sent a text five minutes ago saying he’s almost to the shop, so instead of pacing around upstairs, you made your way down and are locking up.

Above you flutters the reflective blue tarp over the window Steve broke into nearly two weeks ago, but that only makes you smile.

The whirlwind of a successful show—one where not only did you kill it on stage, no one actually died—has brought a wave of press and a lovely flood of new clientele, men who would never have thought to bother with your designs when they’d only ever seen you cater to bulky physiques. It’s an honor (and a testament to the efficacy of Tony Stark’s stupid manipulation) to dress more and more unique souls, but you’ve been left no time to handle the ‘break-in’ damage.

The media buzz keeps you busy enough that all four of your employees have been at work at least six days a week, in addition to finishing the trimmings of Captain America’s suit for this Gala and creating an entirely new gown of your own. People can’t stop talking about the fashionable woman fielding bullets with no training. Lately, the press likes to think of you as the amateur engineer version of Black Widow. You’ve been dubbed the ‘Red Weaver’ by some shitty blog that got traction in the messy aftermath of your show.

You couldn’t really care less. You got to spend the night and day after Fisk’s attack isolated in your upstairs bubble of a studio with Steve Rogers.

The new nickname, however, gave you the idea for your dress. You knew you would want to compliment Steve’s patriotic palette, but since you’re not very well going to rewear the gown from your show, you’ve leaned into the Red Weaver/Black Widow persona and built an ombre gown. It has a cheeky casualness compared to your date’s formal three-piece, double-breasted, matching overcoat ensemble.

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It’s all very fancy and promotable.

In truth, you prefer ‘Button,’ specifically being Steve’s Button, and tonight that is exactly and entirely what you get to be: a button on Cap’s handsome arm.

It’s Hellfire Night.

There’s a crackle of road gravel as the limousine pulls right up to your curb, but you don’t see Steve first. Sam Wilson pops his head and torso out of the sunroof with a beaming white smile.

“Ah yes, the woman of the hour,” he coos before glancing back down into the backseat. “Close your mouth, buddy. You’re gonna swallow a bug.”

You giggle and approach the shiny black car. The door latch opens from the inside.

“You look ama—“

Thud. Steve whacks his head on the door rim trying to step out.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?” You make it to him just as Steve stands up straight on the sidewalk.

It’s easy and instinctive, meant to be, the way his hands settle against your arms and sweep down to hold your delicately gloved hands.

“You’re stunning,” Steve whispers.

“That’s not a concussion talking?”

“He’ll survive,” Sam yells from inside the car. “Pretty sure he ran through several solid walls just to get to the showers after our run.”

“It was one glass door and I didn’t see it close after Davis,” Steve barks over his shoulder. 

You tick your head up toward your apartment. “You and the windows, handsome. Not friends, huh?”

He rolls his glittering blue eyes playfully, huffing, “Don’t you start.” Steve releases your hands and straightens his jacket. “How do I look? Do I have designer’s approval?”

You shimmy his tie a little tighter. “Yes,” you sigh, “always perfect.”

Steve’s grin matches Sam’s as he helps you into the limo. On the relatively short drive over to the venue, since Wilson is there, too, Steve holds your hand over his thigh and runs his bare thumb over your red glove. You can’t for the life of you pay attention to their conversation, so you gaze back and forth from the city lights to their glow and shadow flickering over Steve’s face.

The wonderful thing about this ‘first’ date is you and Steve are already baptized by fire; in every crisis, you’ve complimented each other. He hopes to protect you but doesn’t treat you like a fragile innocent. You admire him but don’t stand on the sidelines. Best of both your worlds, together, in harmony. (Also, you’ve already kissed so there’s definitely chemistry.)

You’re happy tonight is about him. Captain America has been a pillar of the superhero movement and a cornerstone of the Avengers team for over a decade (and famous for a fair few before that), so you squeeze his hand in encouragement when Sam lets himself out onto the red carpet first.

You can hear the roar of paparazzi in the seconds the door is open and shut.

Steve, in no hurry at all, shifts in his seat and studies your face with soft eyes.

“I don’t want to…” his gaze darts down to your lips and back “…mess up your makeup,” he finishes, tongue darting to wet his own.

You don’t let him get away with just a hope this time, cupping his face and planting a huge smooch square on his beautiful pout.

“Waterproof,” you tease. Your finger sweeps over his not-reddened—but not unaffected—lips, and you wait the extra few seconds for Steve to snap out of his distraction and clear his throat.

“Right,” he breathes. “Will you hand me my cloak and I’ll help you out?”

“Sure thing, Handsome.”

Captain America steps out into a flashing sea of people, a navy blue suit with red pinstripes sculpting his frame. His grey vest, skinny black tie, and neutral, muted shirt all harken back to his original army days, and you offer the statement of the whole getup when he turns back around.

He tosses the red satin-lined, bold blue trench coat loosely over his broad shoulders and holds out a hand for your to take.

Steve’s eyes never leave you.

There are questions shouted incoherently in the chaos, but step by step, you two make it to the entryway.

You jump when you hear a voice much closer and clearer than the press.

“Sheers!” Tony wastes no time holding out his hand, but not to shake. In between two fingers is a folded paper, and he peers at you over his trademark shades.

Knowing he won’t lay off until you answer, you pluck the offer from his grasp, read it, and shove the bit into his breast pocket.

“What is this, Tony?” Steve tries to ask.

“No,” you answer simply. You curl around Steve’s arm and nudge him to lead you both inside.

The billionaire playboy is not pleased to lose, his face falling in a flat line of disappointment, but he doesn’t follow. You doubt that’ll be the last you’ll see him tonight.

Imagine the most extravagant and enchanting display. Stark has put that to shame.

You’re practically blinded by the opulence, but of course, everyone in the building knows and loves Steve Rogers, so even the foyer is the start of a dozen conversations. You expect the shaking hands. You expect questions to focus on him. What you don’t expect is how he introduces you to every single agent, mutant, and superhero to cross your path.

This gorgeous lady…this stunner here…this beauty…

This is my genius date.

Then there’s the response.

“Oh, I know who Tovarich is.”

“Don’t worry! She’s already a legend.”

“I’ve watched every show a dozen times on YouTube.”

“I’d just die to be wearing something of yours!”

Whenever someone gushes about your dress or Steve’s suit, he preens and echos every flattery. Steve’s enthusiasm seems directly linked to his obvious habit of ‘bragging’ about you at work, and he easily folds you into conversation like you’ve always been by his side. It’s not fake. He’s animated, comfortable, and downright loving.

Your heart races with a contact high from so much praise.

At one point mid-mingle in the ballroom, a hand lands on your other shoulder.

“Stark,” you say, turning away from Steve and several agents’ small talk. “To what do I owe—oh!”

Another piece of paper. He’s insistent. He waits with impatient arms wrapped over his chest and stares at Steve whilst you mull over his proposal.

“My god, you’ve managed to keep him the second sexiest man in the building while completely covering his ass. That’s talent.”

You open the paper, shake your head, and return it. “I know. How else do I stake my claim?”

Tony, obviously believing himself the first among sexy men in the joint, checks his watch and grumbles.

“One day you’ll call me ‘Tony,’” he mutters. “Alright, Sheers. You drive a hard bargain. Give me twenty minutes,” and he’s off like a shot, phone to his ear.

Steve wraps an arm around your waist. The gesture is a cocoon of comfort with his long coat still on, his grip gentle and steady, fingers fiddling with the layering of black tulle as it puffs out from beneath your thick belt.

“Everything ok?” he whispers in your ear, kissing your temple.

“Oh yes,” you sigh, moving to lace your own hold around him, “man just can’t read a room.”

You’re not sure when or how it happens—given the blur of hundreds of people spread out through a dozen rooms—but as the event wears on, Steve finds you seats, brings over food to share, hangs his coat over the back of the chair, and folds his jacket as well. He specifically asks if it’s ok to take out his cufflinks in order to roll up his sleeves.

“Don’t want to ruin the look,” he jokes.

Carefully, you remove your gloves and offer to style him all over again.

Steve smiles, leans in, and flips his wrist over, letting you deftly remove the cufflink which he just now notices is an exact match to your earrings.

As you fold over one starched sleeve, he smirks.

“Thank you.”

You’re precise with your task, and at first, he doesn’t elaborate. The venue is bustling, people all around, even a trio who sat at the other side of the round table, but Steve’s blue eyes are only on you. Each exposed forearm flexes to aid your work, and during your finishing touches, he lets his fingers brush your lap.

You’re about to ask what he’s thanking you for when the look in his eyes stops you hot.

Steve reaches out, running his knuckles behind your mirroring earrings and letting his skin graze yours. He fluffs up the tulle around your wide collar. “Just…wanted to contribute,” he whispers in the din of the party, blushing, his fingers lingering across your collarbone.

“Capybara,” Stark bursts from behind you again, “I can see the bottom of the lady’s glass. I know I’ve taught you better than that.”

Steve shoves his sleeve up a smidge higher like a nervous tick and winks at you, squeezing your knee gently through your skirts.

“I was just going to refill them, Tony. Cool your jets.” He heads to the bar in the next room over.

Stark unceremoniously drops into the chair behind you, sliding a third, folded paper over the tablecloth.

“Final offer. I think you’ll find it…tempting,” he says darkly.

You open the note and try to keep your face neutral until Stark also points his phone screen at you. He lets you flick through a string of pictures.

“And this is a done deal?” you clarify. “Not a hypothetical?”

“Yes, why else would it have taken me—“ he checks his watch again “—what?—thirty-two minutes to secure? I’m losing my touch…”

You feel light-headed with the possibility. Tony Stark really has outdone himself this time, and yes, he has finally read the room—read you—correctly. It’s perfect. You’d be a fool not to accept.

Stark raps his knuckle triumphantly on the table once you nod.

“Talk contracts tomorrow?”

“No,” you laugh, biting your red lips, “not tomorrow, Tony. But soon.”

“These glasses—“ Stark taps the thick wire and acetate rim of his spectacles “—now have video confirmation of your verbal agreement. So that’s a handshake deal. No take-backsies.” He stands just as Steve returns.

You’re settled by a quick peck to your temple when Steve leans to place two icy drinks on the tablecloth.

Stark hasn’t wiped the smug look off his face.

“What do you want? A pinkie promise?” you bite sweetly.

“Unnecessary,” he scoffs, “but for reference, I want a coat like that—“ he points to Steve’s chair “—in red and gold, obviously, and now, I leave you with the knowledge that I win. You called me ‘Tony.’”

Stark winks and puffs out his chest, smoothing a ringed hand over his velvet lapels.

“Tah-tah. Oh, and don’t you two dare sneak off before my speech.” He holds you and Steve’s gazes for a long, forceful second. “Excellent.”

“What on Earth was that about?” Steve ponders, nudging his chair under the table but coincidentally closer to you. “Everything alright? What’s he been bothering you with?”

You’re too curious to go into it without some confirmation.

Casually, you pick up your drink and clink glasses with your date, thinking about whether you can call him your boyfriend yet, wondering if you’ve just overplayed your hand.

“You grew up in Brooklyn, right?” you start. “Do you miss it?”

Steve sighs and looks longingly into the distance. “All the time,” he says with a soft smile. “I suppose the neighborhood isn’t the same—maybe not even close—but it still feels like home every time I get over there.”

You try not to let the dewy tumbler slip through your clammy fingers. “How often is that?”

“It’s not even far.” Steve knits his eyebrows in shame. “Too long between visits, but…that separation—not being at that Tower and enjoying the feel of normal life—that is nice while I’m there. Why do you ask? You ever been?”

“Of course,” you shrug, “like passing through. Nothing… long-term.”

Oh boy, you’ve got to steel your nerves. You wiggle into the upholstered seat, taking a few fortifying gulps.

“Tony has just succeeded in recruiting me,” you admit.

“Ah, I see.” Except, Steve clearly doesn’t see the connection. He simply gathers his attention back to you instead of his far-off reverie. “How many zeros did you make him add since we walked in the door?”

Here we go, you think. “Words. I made him add words, but he finally got me.”

Steve snorts. “Did you make him change ‘million’ to ‘billion?’”

This could go very well or very poorly. It’s technically your first date, but you’ve defeated a villain together, spent weeks sharing everything from meals to colored pencils to sunset sit-downs, and might be working closely long-term. If you can’t admit what you want for your future now, when can you?

“No—“ you fiddle with one of your gloves on the table “—he changed ‘billion’ to ‘Brooklyn.’”

Steve stops moving entirely, his eyes fixed on the glass in his hand.

“An address,” you clarify. “Tony’s secured me a house in Brooklyn. I’ll have my own place. I won’t live where I work anymore.”

Steve’s expression morphs constantly as if he’s trying to cover up a bad poker face. “That’s wonderful,” he says warily, with just shy of a grimace. “Better than I’ve managed to do in ten years…”

You take a sip and clear your throat. This is hard to fathom saying to Captain America in a building full of people who can do anything and have whatever they want.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me to say…I know it’s…early on…but—“ you scoot in your seat until your knees touch Steve’s thigh “—you’d be welcome to visit—to stay—if you want.”

He’s silent. The music ramps up in time with your heart rate.

“You know, just so you can have that separation whenever. I saw the pictures. It certainly has enough bedrooms that—“

Steve bursts out laughing, shocking himself if how quickly he claps a hand over his mouth is any indication. It’s a bad time for a fit of giggles, but that’s exactly what takes him over. When he moves his hand, it lands on your trembling one, pressing down into your lap. His huge frame continues to shake, racked by contagious jubilee, and after he’s tried to stop, to calm down, to form words—twice—and failed, you break, too.

What exactly you’re laughing at, you have no idea, but apparently, your proposal of sorts is wildly amusing to your date.

“You’re right,” you backtrack in between nervous peels. “It’s ridiculous. Just forget I—“

“No, no,” he finally manages, squeezing your hand again. “That’s not—I didn’t mean to laugh at that. It’s just…it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

He tilts your chin up to force your eyes to meet his.

“I think Tony might be dangling you in front of me like a carrot.”

“I promise I don’t have an agenda,” you offer.

He shakes his head gently, one of the longer strands of his golden hair falling across his face. “No. Just a job. Button sewing buttons in Brooklyn for the betterment of a billionaire,” Steve jokes quietly, playing with your palm, his rough fingertips tracing every line, callus, and joint of yours.

“Your Button,” you add, “suiting up superheroes in exchange for a Handsome fee.”

“Your Handsome,” he corrects, brushing over the rapid pulse at your wrist.

“Well then…” you’re frozen in his endless sky eyes, thirty-thousand-feet high on possibilities “…my Handsome deserves a home, too, don’t you think?”

Steve’s only answer is to lunge, locking his fingers behind your neck to hold your lips steady when he is anything but.

A few younger mutants start cheering and shouting for Cap to ‘get it,’ but you simply smile into his kiss because Steve isn’t at all concerned about your lipstick anymore.

He pulls back less than an inch, thumbs petting the thin bit of bare skin behind your ears. “We’re really doing this, huh?”

Your breaths mingle, but you don’t open your eyes. “It was always real for me, Steve.”

The pressure of his hold increases as you are pulled back to his lips.

“Me—“ kiss “—too.” Another kiss. “Me too.”

Before you drown completely in the bottomless pit of his affection, however, you remember that you two are supposed to stay decent until after Stark’s speech. You don’t know how long that is scheduled from now, but you won’t last lip-locked with Captain America like this.

You push your forehead to knock you apart. “We should—“

Steve shoots backward, at immediate attention. “Go see the house?!” He bounces with impatience like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I—well, I was going to say dance,” you chuckle, licking the taste of him from your surely faded but  freshly swollen pout, “but I suppose—“

“No, you’re right. Of course.” Steve blushes furiously and scrambles out of his chair. “That was stupid. Forget I said that.”

“I won’t,” you promise, taking his hand to be led off to the open floor.

EPILOGUE

“And then Uncle Tony threw his hands up—“ Steve pulls his baby’s legs into the air playfully while happy shrieks ring out “—and welcomed our teammate, the Red Weaver herself—“ he wiggles the onesie back up a squishy little body “—Miss Tovarich.”

He fake-cheers very, very quietly. “The crowd went wild.”

Enormous blue eyes meet equally joyous cerulean.

“Yeah, well, I know what you’re thinking, but that was before Mommy was Misses Rogers.”

Steve dramatically heaves the freshly changed baby into his arms.

“Gosh, you’re so big.” There’s babbling in reply. “Another story? Okay. I think we’ve got time for one more…”

He returns to the living room where you work at the table, sketches spread out, a shared tin of colored pencils open in the center. “When’s Abby coming?” he asks.

“Any minute now,” you mutter with a wink. “Won’t take too long to get ready after that.”

“Alrighty!” Steve sits in the adjacent chair. “I’ll tell ya the first moment I knew she was the one.” 

Your child faces you, balanced on your husband’s lap as he eyes your work not-so-subtly.

Steve describes the night of your Spring Show, how he expected to be blown away, how he didn’t expect to have his whole life flash before his eyes.

“See, that’s when I knew Momma loved me for everything I am and ever was.” He matches your sweet smile across the cluttered surface. “She had no need to prove herself. She didn’t even know I would be there. She did it all anyway.

“That’s what makes your mom the best,” he says, kissing a soft, fuzzy head. “She makes the only best for your outsides because she sees who’s inside.” He taps the baby’s tummy. “Right there. She sees beauty in there—“ giggles “—and makes sure everyone else sees, too. The whole world. She knows there is no one mold for everyone and celebrates them all. She lets them shine.”

Steve lowers his voice fondly.

“She let me shine through.”

By now he’s told you many times over, but that show—to see how he was born appreciated and glorified—healed a fissure within Steve Rogers he had not known was only connected by a rotting bridge. What he was made into by Erskine’s formula…there’s nothing wrong with him this way, but so few people in his life have ever proved the original truth to Steve.

There was nothing wrong with him before.

“That’s right, little love,” you lean over to tease your husband. “And Mommy lets Daddy wear all the sweatpants he wants because he’s comfy. He deserves to be comfy…and he looks very good in them.”

Steve chuckles, bouncing his tiny charge with the movement. “And Daddy lets Mommy measure him whenever she wants.” 

You gasp in faux scandalization, placing the gray back in the single, shared case of colored pencils between you.

“Also, most importantly—“ you point a finger at a tiny, button nose and crossed eyes “—in this house, we never give Tony Stark credit for anything.”

“Uncle Tony hates not getting credit,” Steve agrees. “And Momma loves driving him nuts.”

The doorbell rings.

You pop up from the table. “It’s the little things in life…”

Abby takes the little Rogers into the family room to play while you and Steve get ready for one of those stuffy events, the ones that are a little less terrible when you suffer through them together, the ones suffered through in style.

With a final shift of his tie and flip of his collar, you pet your ringed fingers down his chest.

“Making this look good, Handsome.”

“Thanks to you, Button.”

“Anytime.” Steve leans his forehead against yours.

“Always.”

After a few calm breaths, you squeeze his shoulders to head out to the waiting car, shutting the front door of your Brooklyn home, leaving the hall light on over the family photo: the Man With A Plan in blue, the Red Weaver, and their beautiful baby in a pure white christening gown.

A/N: *incoherent weeping noises* I don't even know what to say yet, so I'll come back to it. Thank you so much for reading! 💚💜

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Can you write some Sam X reader smut? Or if you don't feel comfy writing smut, then fluff? I live your other one shots🩷

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As of right now I don’t think I’ll be writing smut, I may allude to it or you guys can ask me for like specific questions about head canons that are nsfw but that’s as far as I’m comfortable with writing as of right now, thank you! And enjoy the fluff!

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BANG!

The mansion echoed as the front doors slammed shut. Only followed by silent sobs and sniffles as her heels ran across the floor to the stairs.

Sam furrowed his brows as he and Matthew stopped their game to see what was happening.

“What the fuck?” Sam spoke after a moment of silence.

“Derek stood her up again.” Damien chimed in. “And when he showed up he smelled like perfume.”

A growl erupted from Sam’s throat. He hated Derek with a passion, he had been Y/N’s boyfriend since their 2nd year of high school and he treated her horribly; always standing her up, ignoring her whole giving other women attention, even cheating on her.

But in Y/N’s mind, she deserved it. She wasn’t pretty enough or smart enough or tall enough, or whatever small reason she could come up with to justify not breaking up with him. Even though the boys had all privately spoken to her one-on-one about going to tell him off, she declined and said it was alright.

This time however, was the last straw. Tonight was their 5th anniversary, and Y/N was deveststed.

“Fuck this!” Sam raged as he got up from the couch.

“Sam what are you-“ Matthew couldn’t even finish his sentence before Sam was already in the lobby and up the stairs.

Just as Sam raised his fists to bang on the door, he halted as he heard muffled sobs coming from inside.

He knocked on the door lightly. “Doofus?” He waited for a response, hearing the sobs and sniffles stop suddenly.

“Come in.” Her hoarse voice called out.

He opened the door and sucked in a breath as he looked at her. The dress Erik had made for her specifically for tonight had been thrown across the room, she sat on her bed in oversized sweater Damien had lent her. Her eyes were darkened with sadness, already swollen and her cheeks were stained red from the tears, her makeup running down her cheeks.

All of that and to Sam she was beautiful.

“Please don’t.” She begged, already knowing what he was going to say.

“You have to break up with him already-”

“He loves me! He does! It’s my fault, I’ve been busy with university work and I haven’t been paying much attention to him!”

“That’s not an excuse! Fuck! if you were mine I wouldn’t care if you were busy! I’d be more than fucking happy to even spend a minute to see you!” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

The room was filled with a silence.

“You know what I meant Y/N. You deserve more than that…more than that bastard could ever offer you…” he muttered something underneath his breath that she couldn’t hear.

“I can’t lose him, he’s the…one I’ve been with for so long.”

“We’re sick of it, this, him, all of it. You go out all happy and then come back either alone and extremely upset or with Derek and you’re drunk. We’ve all seen the way he treats you, he has no respect for you.”

She shook her head. Not saying anything as she buried her chin into a pillow.

He was starting to get really annoyed. Let out a deep sigh he clenched his fist, “y/n! I’m serious! You deserve someone better, this isn’t a good relationship!” He raised his voice.

She flinched at his voice.

He hated how she did that, he hated that she was afraid of him when he raised his voice.

He sat down on the side of the bed in front of her.

Turning to look at her he lifted a hand to her face, making her look at him.

“I lo- I care about you a lot doofus. I hate seeing you hurt so much because of this dick. It isn’t right. I would treat you so much better.” He leaned closer to her, wiping away the rouge tears that fell down her cheeks.

Without another word he leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, which confused the both of them just as equally. He stood up and left the room, knowing he’d do something he’d regret if he stayed.

A few days had past since that moment in Y/N’s room. They had been practically avoiding each other, well he’d been avoiding her, but he had taken notice to the fact that she hadn’t been going out all dressed up and fancy and Derek hadn’t been coming around the past few days. She had been trying to interact with the boys more.

They all sat in the living room, talking and laughing while watching a show, something they hadn’t done in a long time. Sam was happy to see her smile like that, she looked full of joy and comfort.

“Y/N! OPEN THIS DOOR! I KNOW YOU’RE HOME! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU BITCH I BET YOU’RE IN THERE FUCKING ALL OF THOSE GUYS! I KNEW YOU WERE A WHORE!” The happiness was short lived as Derek’s voice boomed from outside the front door.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she had been ignoring Derek’s messages since he stood her up. Thinking he’d get the hint.

All of the boys immediately stood up, but Sam, who was still in his police uniform, practically flew off of the chair he was sitting on. His super speed gave him an advantage of beating his brothers to the punch they’d all like to take on the douche.

“Get the fuck off our step.” He said, as calmly as he could while he gripped the doorknob so hard he felt it moulding under his grip.

“I want to see my girl-”

“No.”

“No? She’s mine! I demand-”

“NO! You don’t get to demand anything. You lost the right to call her yours- no, you lost the right to even fucking look at her!” He slowly let his demonic voice drip into his words, invoking enough fear to make Derek adjust his posture.

Derek let out a laugh, a laugh that made Y/N’s skin crawl at the sound of it. “I knew it. You’re fucking her aren’t you? I bet you and all of your brothers get in bed with her? She’s such a slut-” he was cut off as Sam pinned him to the column outside the door by his neck.

“You will never speak about her like that again. You do not deserve her. You are a cheating bastard who has no respect for women. There will be a special place in hell for you.”

His grip tightened.

“I don’t want to see you around Y/N ever again. If you even so much as look in her direction, I will have you arrested for stalking.” He snarled.

“Do you understand me? She’s done with you,” He threw him to the ground. “Now get off this property.” His eyes flickered red and his voice radiated anger.

Without another word, Derek scrambled up and tripped over his own feet as he got in his car and sped out of the driveway.

Sam growled as he took some deep breaths in before reentering the house.

“Sam! Are you okay?!” Y/N rushed uo to him, almost as if she thought Derek was going to harm him. She inspected his face for any scratches or bruises.

He let out a sigh of relief as he felt his hand reach his face. “I’m okay Doofus. Are you okay?” He placed his hand over hers.

She nodded and let out a breath. “What happened?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it, he won’t be bothering you anymore. You’re free from him.”

Without a word, she flew forward and wrapped her arms around his neck with a cheerful sob.

“Thank you.” She said as he encircled her waist with his arms.

“Let’s get you to bed, Doofus.” He lifted her up and they said goodnight to the others.

By the time he walked up to her bedroom, she had already began to doze off.

“Time for bed.” He lowered her onto her bed, plying her arms from around his neck.

“Stay with me, please, Sam.” She grabbed onto his sleeve as he went to walk away.

He swallowed. “Y/N you need to sleep.”

She whined, “please.”

He let out a chuckle, undoing the belt on his pants to be more comfortable. “Fine, just till you fall asleep, okay?”

Flopping down on the bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her pulling her close onto his chest he let out a deep breath.

“Goodnight doofus.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head. Only to hear slight snoring.

He let out a laugh as he slowly began dozing off. He pulled her closer.

Sam woke up from Y/N squirming as she slowly woke up from the sunlight peeking through the window.

“Mmnm” Sam mumbled as his eyes blinked open.

“Good morning..” Y/N muttered, burying her face into his chest.

“Morning Doofus.” He smiled as he breathed in her scent.

“Mmm..question..” she asked.

“Hmm?”

“Now can I be yours?”

Sam stuttered before recovering, thinking for a moment and smiling.

“Of course Y/N.”

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - June/July 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Turtles

@lacilou -

Other fandoms? - Walker

Looking for in the Pond? - More Sam Winchester stories

Something to signal boost? - I have a TikTok! lulu_dances_with_moose

Pairings you read? - Sam Winchester x Reader

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @uncouth-the-fifth @thinkinghardhardlythinking @deanwinchesterswitch

@sandwitch-of-solidarity -

Other SM names? - Discord: bean119

OTP? - Destiel, Samwena

Other fandoms? - Hannibal, Good Omens, OFMD

Looking for in the Pond? - Good fic recs!

Pairings you read? - Destiel, Samwena

Genres you read? - All, especially long fics

Favorite writer(s)? - @sobsicles, but it changes every week

@perpetualabsurdity -

Looking for in the Pond? - More Jensen/Dean content 😊

Pairings you read? - Jensen/reader, Jensen/OFC, Dean/reader, Dean/OFC

Genres you read? - Smut, mostly, but really all

Favorite writer(s)? - @luci-in-trenchcoats, @smol-and-grumpy, @supernatural-jackles

@fuiabarcelos -

Other SM names? - Discord: Fuiabarcelos, TikTok: princess_of.hell

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Yes! I really like Julie and the phantoms and Taylor Swift.

Looking for in the Pond? - After the show ended I felt that the brazilian fanfic writers (I'm from brazil) disappeared a little, that's when I met Tumblr and AO3. I usually write fanfics in portuguese, but I'm still learning english and I thought that Pond would be a great place to improve it and, more importantly, make writer friends.

Something to signal boost? - In my wattpad profile, there are many stories of the Supernatural (all in Portuguese), but I'll leave here the link to my favorite. I know there probably won't be anyone who understands Portuguese, but google chrome has an option to translate it, in case anyone is interested. Warrior. For fans of Taylor Swift, I made some Sam's wallpapers inspired by her albums.

Pairings you read? - Mostly reader inserts.

Genres you read? - I usually read smut, fuff, Angst. My favorites are Fluff and Angst. I also like Soulmates Au, stories where the reader is some magical being and, my favorite of all, stories inspired by songs.

Favorite writer(s)? - @thinkinghardhardlythinking @princessmisery666 @queen-of-deans-booty @impala-dreamer @holylulusworld and many more!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@ladynightskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: LadyKnightSkye

OTP? - Multishipper with a preference for Dean/Lucifer & Lucifer/Castiel

Other fandoms? - Multiple, but Halo, Far Cry 5, and Fire Emblem currently

Looking for in the Pond? - Kinda just wanna hang out.

Something to signal boost? - Apple Pie and the Apocalypse

Pairings you read? - Most pairings including Lucifer or Dean

Genres you read? - Au, mostly, and smut.

What do you like to write? - Alternate universes are my jam. I admittedly like taking these characters and putting them into fantasy Situations. Also lately I’ve been very into genderbending Dean.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Fleur de feu

PurpleEdge (AO3 only) -

Other SM names? - Discord: PurpleEdge

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to discuss writing stuff and SPN stuff with other fans/writers.

Pairings you read? - I'm not into romantic shipping, but I love the Winchesters family dynamics - Sam & Dean, and John & the boys.

Genres you read? - Mostly Discipline fics, whump, and angst, but I'll read whatever's good.

Favorite writer(s)? - ReaperTownUSA on AO3

What do you like to write? - Discipline fics, slavery tropes, angst, gen, family dynamics, family fluff. I've posted one smut fic, but I'm not sure if I'll do more.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - No Rest

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Currently I think I've tried at least once all the tropes/genres that I like. There may be things out there that I'm not aware of, and I hope that being in this community will help me discover them.

@ani-coolgirl -

Other SM names? - Discord: aniciel, AO3: ani_coolgirl

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - I would just like to expand my readership and makes some friends to share ideas with.

Something to signal boost? - I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5:I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5: Every First Time on AO3.

Pairings you read? - Wincest

Genres you read? - Smut and angst (but I prefer a happy ending), but I enjoy me a good fluffy fic.

Favorite writer(s)? - @zmediaoutlet

What do you like to write? - Angst, plotty drama I'll never finish, smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Cuckoos in Glass Houses

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I'm too nervous to post chapter fics because I have problems with follow through. I have epics in my brain that have yet to see the light of day because I never get past chapter 2!

@foxyjwls007 -

Other SM names? - It's the same for FB and IG

Looking for in the Pond? - To be a better writer and get help putting my work out for people to read.

Pairings you read? - Dean, Sam, Cas reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @lucidlivi, @zepskies, @spnexploration, @littlefreya, @sillyrabbit81, and many more

What do you like to write? - Fluff, smut, some angst, ofc, au

Masterlist? - I have no masterlist. Have only posted one work so far.

Most underappreciated fic? - Veggie Tale

@dawn-petrichor-world -

Other SM names? - Discord: Dawn-petrichor-world

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm multi fandom, Pedro Pascal characters, marvel, Tolkien and more

Pairings you read? - Dean, Crowley, Castiel, & Sam reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @holylulusworld

What do you like to write? - Mostly angst and smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - The Story of my Life (series)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a lot I haven't written yet and I'd love to write. Because I'm feeling stupid an idiot and not good. I think and hope join a group could boost or help me to write. I still don't know how.

@gloriousmooseman -

Other SM names? - Discord: taylorbeans

OTP? - Wincest

Other fandoms? - Doctor Who/Torchwood, Marvel, HP, some rpf

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to meet like minded people and make new friends!

Pairings you read? - Wincest, Drarry (HP)

Genres you read? - I love a bit of domestic fluff.

Favorite writer(s)? - @astolat is a classic!

What do you like to write? - Wincest

Masterlist!

@rominaszh -

Other SM names? - Discord: rominaszd.dis

OTP? - Destiel alongside many many others

Other fandoms? - Yes, a lot.

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to enjoy the fandom.

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but anything Jensen Ackles related as well

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - I'm in love with everything I read, everyone is so talented!

What do you like to write? - I write mostly angst but fluff and humor is my favorite.

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have never written any Destiel fics because I don't feel confident enough to write them accurately and in a way that they deserve, but someday I would love to.

@limeskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: limeskye Other: psmalcolmbright

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Prodigal Son

Looking for in the Pond? - To share the SPN love!

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but also other slash pairings on occasion.

Genres you read? - Depends on my mood.

Favorite writer(s)? - @felisblanco

Masterlist? - I've only ever ficced for Prodigal Son before as have always felt the spn fandom is flooded with so many great writers. But who knows what the future holds. I've gifted for other stuff, mostly Prodigal Son and whump stuff.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

[dancing-the-hellfire-rumba]

Ethos || Part 2

I decided that for every chapter I will include a greek word

Kefi (κέφι) (n.) the spirit of joy, enthusiasm, high spirits and frenzy, in which god times and passion for life are expressed with an abundance of excitement, happiness and fun. 

Warnings: fluff, semi-smut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1.6K

Summary: Sam, being the adorable nerd he is, decides he wants to explore the culture, habits and traditions of his girlfriend’s home country. The reader decides to make him part of her culture.

A/N: This took a whole month and I’m SO SORRY. Once again I wanna thank the beautiful, amazing and funny @imagining-supernatural for beta-ing this. It would’ve been terrible without you, honestly. Thanks. Lastly, I wanna say I suck at writing anything related to smut and I’m quite awkward at doing so, so apologies if any of my awkwardness is showing.

Catch up HERE

“They were what now?” I asked shaking my head in disbelief.

“Starved. Their bodies were literally skin and bones and the autopsy said that it’s like the victims hadn’t eaten in months.” Sam shook his head, thumbing through a big Men Of Letters book. He was in a comfortable chair, in the library of the bunker, which barely contained the whole 6’4”, long-legged and strong-armed man that he was. The skin between his eyebrows creased in confusion.

“And you said there were no hex bags in the bar?”

“Nope, nada.” Dean approached the library with three beers in his hands, placing two in front of Sam and me and sitting on the chair next to mine across from his little brother. He opened his beer and took a sip, shaking his head.

“Something tells me this will be no ordinary hunt, boys,” I stated, leaning back in my chair and gulping down some beer. Dean hummed.

“Good. Been getting tired of all those salt and burn hunts lately.” He said, shaking his head.

“I bet you’ll regret saying that in a couple days, Winchester.” I smiled and got up. “Welp, while you and him,” I pointed at him and Sam, “go interrogate witnesses, I’ll stay back and cook dinner. Been a while since we ate actual homemade food and not burgers or Chinese.” I looked at Dean pointedly.

“What’s wrong with burgers and Chinese?” he asked defensively.

“What’s wrong is the belly that has started to form.” I patted his stomach playfully. He slapped my hand away and huffed, rolling his eyes as Sam watched the sibling-like encounter unfold in amusement.

“Go. Suit up, boys. We’ve got work to do” I smiled and walked to Sam, pecking his lips. He smiled into the kiss. As he let me go, he closed the book in his hands and got up in sync with Dean

Both brothers walked in different directions, towards their rooms while I padded to the kitchen  “Time to get to work.”

A couple of hours later, around 7 pm, the old, heavy door of the bunker creaked open. I jumped from my bed and slid through the corridors in my socks, slightly giggling, and nearly ran into a wall in the process. I burst into the war room panting. Sam saw my ruffled hair and short breath and shot me a knowing smile. This wasn’t the first time he had caught me sliding around.

He was alone, Dean nowhere in sight. I took the opportunity and walked to the younger brother, still giggling, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled at my childish behavior and snaked his arms around my waist. His Fed suit fit him perfectly, complimenting his broad shoulders. I grinned, playing with the collar of his button up.

Sam smiled at me teasingly. He leaned down and rested his forehead on mine. His nose nudged mine, making me giggle and push up to my tip toes, locking my lips with his.

It was sweet, playful. Not exactly passionate. He’d pull away just a fraction, making me lean further and chase his lips before he gave in and pressed them back against mine. I’d bite his bottom lip and grin into the kiss as he’d moan a little and smile as well. Before I knew it I was pressed against the nearest wall, holding on to his shoulders. Heat spread on my skin from his big hands, which were now holding my bare thighs for support. A grin spread across my lips as I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him closer

His jacket was soon to come off, followed quickly by my shirt, discarded somewhere in the room. I huffed and sighed, running my hands through his hair. The kiss turned heated and passionate, hungry. His lips tasted of mint; he obviously must’ve been chewing gum earlier. They continued to move against mine, molding and crushing.

“Dean?” I mumbled out the question, not losing contact with his lips for more than a second. Sam grunted and pulled me away from the wall, guiding us to the room. He pressed me up on every wall on the way there, garments of clothing spread all over the hall.

The bed was soft against my back, the springs barely creaking, as Sam lightly dropped me on it. Hands traveling on bare skin, I shivered under his touch. He pulled me closer, our chests pressing up against one another. I loved it. Being so close to him, touching him, feeling his rough fingertips on me.

I was all logic and cool detachment until I touched him. Then something not only stirred within me but took over my entire body, my thoughts, my being. The rest of the world became an unimportant blur that was pushed, banished to the deepest corners of my mind. The only that mattered was Sam. I was surrounded by him. Surrounded by Sam, and suddenly in languid motions of naked skin, I was home. 

The bunker’s door creaked open and closed once again. Sam and I were seated in the kitchen, waiting for Dean to show up. I was in a flannel of his and boxers. Sam would smile every now and then, thinking of what had taken place not ten minutes ago. Exhausted and hungry, Dean dropped on the seat of the kitchen table. He took one good look at us and shook his head

“I swear, you two are like damn rabbits,” he huffed and put his head in his hands. I blushed and Sam muttered ‘jerk’ with a smile. “Bitch” Dean replied. “Please tell me there’s food,” he asked, looking at me with pleading eyes. I smiled and nodded, placing three plates on the table. “What the…?”

On each plate there were squares of baked pasta layered with meat, more pasta and béchamel sauce. The rich smell of baked food wandered in the air reminding me of home. It is a smell like no other.

“It’s called Pastitsio.” I smiled proudly. Sam gave me a weird smile, scratching his arm in nervousness. He grabbed a fork and cut a piece off the plate, twirling the fork and inspecting the bite.

“Pas-what now?” Dean asked desperately, with a hint of disgust on his face.

“Alright, both of you! Eat first and then talk.” I stated in a strict motherly tone making them both look at each other, then me, before digging in hesitantly. Both brothers’ faces lit up as soon as the food touched their tongues. They started shoveling the food in their mouths, making me swell in pride and start eating myself.

“Okay, I take it back, this is great,” Dean mumbled with his mouth stuffed.

“What even is it?” Sam asked, shoving a forkful in his mouth.

“Pasta with ground meat and béchamel sauce” I grinned. Both Winchesters grunted in approval. We continued eating in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the creamy texture and explosion of tastes of food on our tongues before I broke the silence.

“So, care to fill me in?” I asked. During the next half hour, the boys proceeded to explain what the witnesses had told them. They talked to me about how the doors were locked ten minutes before screams erupted from the bar. How a man with weird hair exited the place afterwards and how each and every victim was healthy and okay right before the incident. Lastly, they told me how there were eighteen people in that bar and the police found ten bodies and eight skeletons and meat and blood all around, indicating that eight people were…eaten.

I shuddered at that, putting my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from vomiting the just eaten food. A hand rubbed my back slightly for comfort as Dean nodded in understanding and agreement.

“I hate witches, man,” Dean rubbed his eyes tiredly.

“What makes you think it’s a witch?” I asked curiously, feeling the warmth of Sam’s arm around my waist. I sat closer to him, snuggling to his side.

“Well… what else could it be?” Dean asked.

“I dunno.” I shrugged.

“I’m gonna do some research tomorrow,” Sam said, running a hand through his hair.

 “Me too. I’ve been too lazy to do shit in this case. I’ll help the rest of the way.” I said.

“I could use some whiskey, right about now.” Dean went to get up before I put a hand on his shoulder and sat him back down.

“I actually have a gift for you two. I want you to try Ouzo.” I got up from my seat and went to the cabinets.

“Oh boy.” Dean rolled his eyes. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Cas was in the kitchen with a cold “hello.” Everyone flinched, turning to look at him. By instinct my arm reached for the nearest knife, until I realized who was standing there.

“Jesus, Cas,” Sam put a hand over his heart, feeling it nearly beat out of his chest. Cas walked to the table and sat next to Dean. I smiled, grabbing the bottle and four glasses on the table.

“Now that Cas is here, y’all are gonna try the most traditional Greek drink.” I swelled a little with pride. Sam looked up at me smiling. “Now, I have to warn you. It has a really intense taste-“ Before I was done, Dean had poured us all a glass of the clear liquid. The scent of alcohol along with added sweetness wafted for a second in the air before disappearing.

“No, you dumbass it needs water it’s too-“ Dean had already taken down a big gulp and was coughing violently from the intense sweetness of the liquor. I started laughing my ass off, Sam looking at his brother in amusement.

“What the hell is this?!” he said exasperated, still coughing.

“And that is why they say patience is a virtue.” I grinned, putting some ice in everyone’s glass and taking a sip of my own, now turning white, drink, smiling.

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Anna's April Fic Recs ✨

Hello everyone, wellcome to my April fic recommendations (part 1) masterpost! This is a new thing I want to try to do and create a list like that twice a month. It really pains me that the amazing authors out there don't get the recognition they dereserve so I'm gonna do what I can to spread my love for them. I also hope more people will get to experience the joy of reading all these wonderful works!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It's the least we could do to show our gratitude.

Without further ado, here are the fic I read this month and adored

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

Take a chance on me by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, single mum!au, fwb to lovers

Bucky's game nights by @eurynome827

series, slow burn, they're playing games with their hearts

Baby fever by @youlightmeupfinn

one-shot, who wouldn't want that man as their baby daddy?

All yours by @babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky

A single thread by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, coffeeshop with Buck

New adventures by @celestialbarnes

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Beautiful girl by @borkingbarnes

one-shot, a morning with Buck

Erase every trace by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, 18+, tfatws!Bucky

What you need by @buckycuddlebuddy

one-shot, 18+, best friend and roommate!Bucky, a cam is involved 👀

Cookies, kisses and such by @sweetbucky

one-shot, friends to lovers

The Match by @/babyboibucky

series, ceo!bucky

Policework by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, police detectives!au

Eyes on you by @kleohoneyao3

one-shot, 18+

Take me as I am, whoever I am by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+

Greedy by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, hot hot hot!

Destructive by @buckybarnesdiaries

one-shot, Bucky's scared of his feelings

Sunday kinda' love by @msmarvelwrites

one-shot, 18+, some things are more important than breakfast

Separation, connection (part 2) by @firefly-in-darkness

two-shot, 18+, the angst is strong in this one

Angel on her knees by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, 18+, Bucky gets some love hehe

Feelings are fatal by @sunmoonandbucky

series, steve leaves to be with Peggy, reader deals with the loss

It's messy inside, let me take your coat by @/divine-mistake

one-shot, 18+, plus size!reader

Beautiful people by @nacho-bucky

series, plus size!reader, the most real, beautiful, human story

Sam Wilson

Dancing with Sam Wilson would include... by @certifiedskywalker

head cannon, the title says it all

Positions by @luciilferss

one-shot, 18+, Sam's a gem Monday through Sunday

Identity by @samwilsons-pillowpecs

series, Sam loses memory and they say he wanted to kill Bucky

Amartment 3C by @/bohemianpages

series, Sam comes back from the snap to find his flat occupied

Honest by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, tfatws!sam

The first time you realise you are in love by @barnesnroses

part of a mini series, the fluff 😫

Walk me home by @whisperlullaby

one-shot, Sam comes to the rescue

Memory loss by @/captain-kelli

series, Sam and reader are on a hunt for winter solider

SamBucky

Cratures of habit by @callitdreamland

miniseries, sambucky x reader

How sweet it is by @indyluckycharlie

series, sambucky modern!au

The therapist by @holylulusworld

mini series, y/n helps them with their problems

Steve Rogers

Glitter by @sarahwroteathing

one-shot, elementary teacher!Steve x single mom!reader

Error by @buckysknifecollection

one-shot, de-serumed!steve

Words whispered in the dark by @anika-ann

part of the Attached series or stand alone, modern-college-professor AU, 18+

Corrupting a good boy by @donutloverxo

series, ceo!steve x desi!reader

Cash rules everything around me by @/slyyywriting

series, stripper!steve

Where the love light gleams by @/sunmoonandbucky

series, social media!au

Sharon Carter

Permanent by @/samwilsons-pillowpecs

one-shot, tattoo artist!sharon

Loki Laufeyson

Steam by @the--sad--hatter

series, slowburn, enemies to frenemies to idiots in love

Peter Parker

Love sick and a little bit drunk by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, collage!peter

Invisible string by @peterbenjiparker

series, soulmate!au

Don't hold back by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, college!peter

Dancing with our hand tied by @/justeclipseblogs

series, stark!reader, enemies to lovers

My medication by @/kelieah

one-shot, broken teens in love

HOLLAND & CO.

Tom Holland

Lockscreen by @cherrycheridarling

one-shot, famous!reader

Monday mornings by @blissfulparker

one-shot, professor!tom x professor!reader

Written in the stars by @ptersmj

one-shot, fuff!!!

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, fwb!tom

Ski date by @tetralea

one-shot, 18+, idiots in love, friends to lovers

Take sugar? by @/hollandcrush

one-shot, carpenter!tom x ex-best friend!reader, 18+

I swear to God I never fall in love by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, fratboy!tom, 18+, spoiler alert: he does

Break up with your girlfriend by @rosyparkers

one-shot, 18+, frat football player!tom, cheerleader!y/n, fwb au

Perennial by @peeterparkr

series, sequel to Perdify, the biggest oof moment yet

All for her by @screamholland

series, single dad!tom

Royal convinience by @/poetrcy

series, royal!au

Kiss me slowly by @/storybookholland

one-shot, soft frat!tom

Harry Holland

Always by @/multiholland

series, best freind!harry

Sam Holland

'tis the damn season by @/unsaidholland

one-shot, ex boyfriend!sam

Our night by @/storybookholland

one-shot, jealous!sam

Harrison Osterfield

No way by @soft-haz

one-shot, friends to lovers

Second self by @/soft-haz

one-shot, 18+, reader gives Haz a hand wink wink

Harrison mastelist by @allegra-writes

lots of great Haz things!

Bet on it by @storybookholland

series, fwb

THE IRREGULARS

Whole masterlist by @uglypastels

these all wonderful!! you should also check out the amazing art works at the bottom of this masterlist

LEO

The Fountain of Ichor by @thegirlintheswivelchair

series, leo x lady-in-waiting!reader

OTHERS

Anthony Bridgerton

Sham, pride and illicit affairs by @/peeterparkr

series, quite possibly the most poetic fic ever written

Coming home again by @/misstonybridgerton

series, old friends reunite

Spencer Reid

An Interesting Electronic by @/homoose

one-shot, 18+

Frank Adler

I ruined our sweet tune by @/rodrikstark

one-shot, kinda professor!frank

Ransom Drysdale

The Five Times You Told Ransom Drysdale You Loved Him (And The One Time He Said It Back) by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

one-shot, childhood friends to life gets in the way to lovers

Sacrilage by @the-iceni-bitch

one-shot, 18+, you'll have to shower in holy water after this

Okay, I might have gone a little overboard but hey, there's no such thing as too much good fanfiction!

Enjoy! 🥰

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Assorted Fandom Drabbles and Headcanons

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2J50e67

by ariminiria

This work is a collection of various x Reader drabbles, headcanons, and preferences, cross-posted from Tumblr. Tags will be updated as I go. Feel free to make a request!

*Please keep in mind that the first few of these were written several years ago, and my writing skills have improved since then. I hope this change shows in the later drabbles compared to the first ones!

Words: 11844, Chapters: 49/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Black Panther (2018), Iron Man (Movies), Venom (Movie 2018), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Criminal Minds (US TV), Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Merlin (TV), Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Aquaman (2018)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, T'Challa (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Pietro Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Erik Lehnsherr, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Summers, Eddie Brock | Venom, Peter Maximoff, Clint Barton, Logan (X-Men), Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, James Norrington, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Caspian (Narnia), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Cedric Diggory, Legolas Greenleaf, Legolas, Aragorn | Estel, Aragorn, Fíli, Kíli, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Derek Morgan, Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Curry (DCU), Nine, Ninth Doctor, Ten, Tenth Doctor, Eleven, Eleventh Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Alex Summers/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Thor/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Loki/Reader, Kurt Wagner/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Scott Summers/Reader, Eddie Brock/Reader, Peter Maximoff/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Logan Howlett/Reader, Logan (X-Men)/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Billy Russo/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Jack Kline/Reader, Killian Jones/Reader, graham/reader, Sherriff Graham/Reader, Graham Humbert/Reader, Jack Sparrow/Reader, captain jack sparrow/reader, Will Turner/Reader, James Norrington/Reader, Peter Pevensie/Reader, Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Caspian/Reader, Caspian (Narnia)/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Cedric Diggory/Reader, Legolas/Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Reader, Aragorn | Estel/Reader, Aragorn/Reader, Fíli/Reader, Kíli/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Luke Alvez/Reader, Derek Morgan/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Merlin/Reader (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin)/Reader, Lancelot/Reader, Lancelot (Merlin)/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, Arthur Curry/Reader, Nine/Reader, Ten/Reader, Eleven/Reader, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, fuff, Fluff and Angst, make a request, request, Tumblr Prompt, prompt list, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Drabbles, Imagines, headcanons

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[ao3feed-castiel]

Assorted Fandom Drabbles and Headcanons

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by ariminiria

This work is a collection of various x Reader drabbles, headcanons, and preferences, cross-posted from Tumblr. Tags will be updated as I go. Feel free to make a request!

*Please keep in mind that the first few of these were written several years ago, and my writing skills have improved since then. I hope this change shows in the later drabbles compared to the first ones!

Words: 11844, Chapters: 49/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Black Panther (2018), Iron Man (Movies), Venom (Movie 2018), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Criminal Minds (US TV), Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Merlin (TV), Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Aquaman (2018)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, T'Challa (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Pietro Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Erik Lehnsherr, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Summers, Eddie Brock | Venom, Peter Maximoff, Clint Barton, Logan (X-Men), Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, James Norrington, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Caspian (Narnia), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Cedric Diggory, Legolas Greenleaf, Legolas, Aragorn | Estel, Aragorn, Fíli, Kíli, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Derek Morgan, Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Curry (DCU), Nine, Ninth Doctor, Ten, Tenth Doctor, Eleven, Eleventh Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Alex Summers/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Thor/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Loki/Reader, Kurt Wagner/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Scott Summers/Reader, Eddie Brock/Reader, Peter Maximoff/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Logan Howlett/Reader, Logan (X-Men)/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Billy Russo/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Jack Kline/Reader, Killian Jones/Reader, graham/reader, Sherriff Graham/Reader, Graham Humbert/Reader, Jack Sparrow/Reader, captain jack sparrow/reader, Will Turner/Reader, James Norrington/Reader, Peter Pevensie/Reader, Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Caspian/Reader, Caspian (Narnia)/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Cedric Diggory/Reader, Legolas/Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Reader, Aragorn | Estel/Reader, Aragorn/Reader, Fíli/Reader, Kíli/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Luke Alvez/Reader, Derek Morgan/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Merlin/Reader (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin)/Reader, Lancelot/Reader, Lancelot (Merlin)/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, Arthur Curry/Reader, Nine/Reader, Ten/Reader, Eleven/Reader, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, fuff, Fluff and Angst, make a request, request, Tumblr Prompt, prompt list, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Drabbles, Imagines, headcanons

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[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Assorted Fandom Drabbles and Headcanons

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2J50e67

by ariminiria

This work is a collection of various x Reader drabbles, headcanons, and preferences, cross-posted from Tumblr. Tags will be updated as I go. Feel free to make a request!

*Please keep in mind that the first few of these were written several years ago, and my writing skills have improved since then. I hope this change shows in the later drabbles compared to the first ones!

Words: 11844, Chapters: 49/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), Black Panther (2018), Iron Man (Movies), Venom (Movie 2018), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Criminal Minds (US TV), Supernatural, Once Upon a Time (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Merlin (TV), Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Aquaman (2018)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, T'Challa (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Pietro Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Erik Lehnsherr, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Summers, Eddie Brock | Venom, Peter Maximoff, Clint Barton, Logan (X-Men), Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, James Norrington, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Caspian (Narnia), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Cedric Diggory, Legolas Greenleaf, Legolas, Aragorn | Estel, Aragorn, Fíli, Kíli, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Derek Morgan, Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Curry (DCU), Nine, Ninth Doctor, Ten, Tenth Doctor, Eleven, Eleventh Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Relationships: Alex Summers/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Thor/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Loki/Reader, Kurt Wagner/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Sam Wilson/Reader, Scott Summers/Reader, Eddie Brock/Reader, Peter Maximoff/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Logan Howlett/Reader, Logan (X-Men)/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Billy Russo/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Jack Kline/Reader, Killian Jones/Reader, graham/reader, Sherriff Graham/Reader, Graham Humbert/Reader, Jack Sparrow/Reader, captain jack sparrow/reader, Will Turner/Reader, James Norrington/Reader, Peter Pevensie/Reader, Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Caspian/Reader, Caspian (Narnia)/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Cedric Diggory/Reader, Legolas/Reader, Legolas Greenleaf/Reader, Aragorn | Estel/Reader, Aragorn/Reader, Fíli/Reader, Kíli/Reader, Aaron Hotchner/Reader, Spencer Reid/Reader, Luke Alvez/Reader, Derek Morgan/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Merlin/Reader (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin)/Reader, Lancelot/Reader, Lancelot (Merlin)/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, Arthur Curry/Reader, Nine/Reader, Ten/Reader, Eleven/Reader, The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Additional Tags: Angst, fuff, Fluff and Angst, make a request, request, Tumblr Prompt, prompt list, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Drabbles, Imagines, headcanons

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[spntvdhunger]

Complicated shit

GIFS NOT MINE CREDIT TO OWNER

Imagine: Dean sees you with a random boy in a bar and he gets jealous.

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FULL STORY!!

Pairings: Dean x reader! (Sam mentioned)

Warnings: None... I think? Angst, fuff ?

Word count: 861

A/N: Okay, wrtting about jealous Dean warms my heart. I liked this too much <3 It’s kind of short, but I liked too much.

Your relationship with Dean was… Complicated, to say something. You had feelings for him but you didn’t want to tell him because you were afraid that you may ruin your friendship. Yes, you have slept next to him, or in his shoulder, he even had slept on your lap, but that happened with Sam too. The difference was that with Dean, it felt different.

You met the boys years ago, you were hunting a werewolf pack in Boston. After succeeding, you became friends, and you kept bumping each other in cases. Sometimes they called you for help or you called them… Until you got your own room in the bunker in case you need it. And well, after years, the duo became a trio.

It was like a ritual, every time you finished a hunt, the three of you went to bars to celebrate and sometimes you have seen Sam going with some girl, but when Dean was with another girl, you always got jealous. But you never said something. Sam was the one who knew everything and he was tired of always being in the middle. You had confessed him that you like Dean, in another way and you made him promise to keep the secret. Dean did the same. Sometimes Sam wanted to shout what was happening, but he’s extremely loyal, so he never said anything. He never told Dean what you felt, or told you what his brother felt. In other words, the shit was complicated.

Sometimes you liked to be with random guys just to get him jealous and he looked for girls to make you jealous.

“Dude, relax,” Sam said to his brother once he noticed how Dean was getting angry or well, jealous. “Are you seeing her? You are…” Dean answered, not relaxed at all. “If you don’t want her to be with that guy, go with her.” Sam interrupted his brother. “I’m pretty sure she’s doing that just to make me jealous.” “And she’s succeeding,” Sam added with a smile in his face, mocking of his brother. “Indeed.”

This guy, named Kent or Carlos, or something like that, was dancing with you. You weren´t drunk but you had drunk enough to dance and move your body the way you were moving it. Your hips hitting his, his hands moving through your sides, from your hips to your waist. His hands were moving higher, you saw Dean in front of you, rage pouring out his eyes. You turned your back to Dean and the guy grabbed your ass and he leaned to kiss your neck. You kept moving at the music rhythm.

“Enough!” You heard Dean voice behind you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar. You struggled with him but he released you until you were outside. “What the hell is wrong with you, Dean!” You yelled him. “What were you doing with that guy, Y/N?” He asked. You could hear the anger in his voice. “Dancing, what else?” “Well, it looked that you were fucking.” You bit your lip, holding tons of curses. “C’mon, Dean, you are always with chicks, doing the same, and I never say anything to you!” You crossed your arms. He was about to answer, but you didn’t let him. “Let me live my fucking life.”  You turned, decided to leave and go back to the motel when he grabbed your wrist again.

“I can’t!” He screamed. “You can’t do what?” You shook your hand to release from his grip. “You know why I’m with other girls?” You didn’t say anything, so he kept talking. “Because I can’t stand seeing you with other men.” “What?” Your heart raising inside your chest. “You have no idea how I get when I see somebody touching you, kissing you,” Dean added. “Because I want to be that man. Because I want to be the man who touches you, the one who kisses you.”

You were speechless. You couldn’t even say you felt the same. “I can’t keep faking it, Y/N. I’m fucking in love with you.” You remained silent. “Well, at least now you know it.” He took two steps back. “Why you didn’t tell me that before?” You asked.

“Because… I don’t know.” You swallowed. “I’m with other guys because you are  with other girls, I thought you didn’t want to be with me.” You said, almost angry, not with Dean, but angry with yourself for not telling him that before, and he was also angry for not telling you. “I’m in love with you too.” You mumbled.

His whole face changed, a cute little smile appeared on his face. He looked at you and he slowly reached your cheek with his hand. You closed your eyes at his touch and you felt his lips softly pressing yours for the first time.

“Let’s get out of here” He whispered. You nodded and you started to walk back to the motel room.

Sam was leaving the bar, when he spotted you two running together, holding hands. “Finally!” He said, with a smirk on his face, but it quickly disappeared. “Fuck, now I have to take another room.”

Taggs: <3

@mikey1822

[pinknerdpanda]

Supernatural Masterlist

One Shots

Vice (Angst)

Barcelona (Fluff)

Sympathy Boner (crack)

Unexpected (Fluff)

Ain’t No Sunshine (Angst)

Punch Drunk Love (Smut - NSFW)

Guilty Pleasures (Fluff)

Once Upon a Time (Angst) 

Fall (Fluff)

Pie’s Pie (Fluff)

No Place Like Home (No pairing, Angst)

Three (Smut - NSFW - Drabble)

Big Papa (Crack/Fluff)

Instinct (Fluff - Drabble)

Help Me Understand (Angst)

Series

The Wedding Singer* (AU) -  Tracklist - HERE (complete) (*co-written with @hannahindie)

At the Crossroads (1920s AU) (in progress, semi-hiatus) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Coming Soon

Welcome To Easy Street (Complete) (Written for the SPN Buddy Writers Annoying Character Challenge with @trexrambling and @hannahindie) Part 1 (By me) | Part 2 (by @hannahindie) | Part 3 (by @trexrambling)

Don’t Speak - Series Master Post - HERE (in progress, semi-hiatus) Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

Bad Blood - Series Master Post - HERE (in progress, semi-hiatus) Dean x Reader, Benny x Reader

One Shots

All That You Are  (Angst) 

Smile (Fluff)

Who’s Hunting Who? (Smut - NSFW)

Tease (Fluff)

All’s Fair in Love and Bacon (Crack - featuring Dean)

Just a Trim (Fluff)

The Wrong Side of History (Case Fic)

Because I Do (Fluff)

Blast From the Past (Fluff)

Dumble-dorks (Case fic/crack)

Happy Ending (Smut - NSFW)

Embellished (Fluff)

Broken (Angst)

Friendly Wager (Fluff)

Sweet Talk (Case fic/Fluff/crack)

Mixed Messages (Fluff/Crack)

Sweet Dreams (Smut - NSFW, Sam x reader x Dean)

Stardust and Sleepless Nights (fluff)

Stripped (Smut - NSFW, Sam x Reader x Dean)

The Dance (Fluff)

The Right Guy (Flangst)

Reunited (Flangst)

Double Feature (fluff)

Series

Don’t Speak - Series Master Post - HERE (in progress, semi-hiatus) Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

I Shall Be Released (complete) (Written for the BTZ Team Writing Challenge with @atc74 and @crispychrissy) Part 1 (By @atc74)  |  Part 2 (By @crispychrissy)  |  Part 3 (By me)

Other

Sammy Saturday Masterpost

One Shots

Stress Relief (fluff)

No Time Like the Present (Smut - NSFW)

Shut Up, Cas (Fuff)

Wing Man (Fluff)

Keeping Up Appearances (Fluff)

Zesty (Fluff - Drabble)

Hey, Jealousy (Flangst)

Hot (Smut - NSFW)

Yes Ma'am (Crack, Fluff)

Goodnight, Cas (Fluff)

Series

Heaven Sent - Series Master Post - HERE (complete

Aesthetics

she talks to angels (Megstiel)

Series:

Bad Blood - Series Master Post - HERE (in progress, semi-hiatus) Dean x Reader, Benny x Reader

Series

The Charlie Chronicles (Written for the BTZ Buddy Writing Challenge with @crispychrissy​) Part 1 (by @crispychrissy​) | Part 2 (By me)

Merry Manda’s Christmas Drabbles:

2017 - HERE

2018 - HERE

2019 - HERE

2020 - HERE

SPN Angst Bingo Masterlist

SPN Fluff Bingo Masterlist

[Updated: 12/17/2020]

[too-many-baes]

Hi! Love your writing! Could you do a dean x fem!reader where she’s Bobby’s daughter, they’ve been dating forever and she went to hell to save the boys. It was a surprise to the boys but she saw it coming so she wrote a note to Dean that he should not try to get her back and go have a normal life with Lisa. Eventually she gets back (somehow - maybe Bobby or Sam or Cas figure something out) and Dean really is with Lisa. You can choose the end - I’d love some fuff. I hope it’s not too specific.

Hello lovely, thank you so much for taking the time to send a request in, I appreciate it a lot!

Your request is now live and you can find it here xx