#ww fic

[aintgonnatakethis]

out of context line!

Thank you for the tag, @wolgerrswraith!

Today in totally normal things for Rush to take note of...

Telford grinned, showing his mouth possessed a completely normal number of teeth.

Tagging: @fortunatetragedy @bookish-karina @anonmadsci @froggy-pposto @sunglasses-in-the-bentley

[hawkp]

West Wing fan fic ideas that I need motivation to write that no one asked for —

“ Mirrors ” — With the Congressional investigation and tensions running high in the White House, Sam quietly develops an addiction to stimulants during preparation for Bartlet’s fourth State of the Union. Like everything else, Leo handles it.

“ Can You Hear the Music ” — Five times music is played in the White House.

“ Lineage ” — Leo puts in a call to Westport, Connecticut or Leo tells Josh’s mom he’s been shot.

“ Next to Me ” — Sam loses the election in California, Santos wins, and everyone slowly drifts apart. When nobody’s heard from Sam in over a year, Toby makes a long distance welfare check.

[ghostbsuter]

"My cousin," Wonder Woman nods at Danny during their meeting, once everyone gathered.

Flash, confused, asks. "From... your mother's side?"

Sharing an amused glance, WW shakes her head. "No, from my father's side. Danny is a son of Hades."

"Another demigod then." Batman states and they nod on that.

—

Why yes, when Danny met Wonder Woman in a dire situation, desperate to get away, he jumped right along her idea.

The idea of faking his own origin, in a way to explain the half death-ness without raising the suspicion of the bat (or anyone for the matter), pretending to be a son of hades.

Is this absolutely batshit insane trying to trick the god of the unworld? Yeah! He's having fun.

[vamp-bites]

Wrote a wolfwood-centric fic recently and doodled this before i even finished writing the chapter its from

I just think they’re silly. And that they should’ve talked more at the end of volume 8, for my entertainment personally

[rrogueamendiares]

i just wanted to hold you in my arms

[thedevilundercover]

Yk what dc definitely needs? An ao3 cameo bc have you seen your fan base, there is definitely some rando writing Batman/Brucie fics in Gotham because Batman Is Not beating the sugar baby allegations.

And have you seen the fucking batfam, Jason writes BatBruce fanfics whenever he feels Chaotic and Tim edits them whenever he get pissed at Bruce

Now I really want to see like fandom wars in the DCU but it's just the Batkids fighting for their ship bc they want [blank superhero] as their step parent

Imagine going on Tumblr and it's just like the same 10 blogs threatening each other because they don't agree with who's fucking batman? It'd be hilarious

Twitter fic this Twitter fic that, what about tumblr fics, huh?

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Pairing: soldier!anakin x f!reader

Author's note: there will be a song that you may listen to while reading this chapter -> "it's been a long, long time" by Kitty Kallen and Harry James

The middle of September, 1939.

Anakin held you close by the waist as you both swayed slowly to the music from the radio, the strains of your favorite song, "It's Been a Long, Long Time," filling the quiet room. His head rested on your shoulder, his thumbs gently tracing small circles over your stomach. The two of you were mostly silent, sharing a moment that felt like it contained every word that didn't need saying.

It was your last dance.

Your last dance before he would leave for the war.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you broke the silence, each word sticking in your throat like a shard of glass.

Anakin tightened his hold, his hands strong yet tender against your waist. He took a slow, steady breath, as though he were trying to memorize every inch of you in his arms.

“I’m going to miss you more,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he pressed gentle kisses along the curve of your neck. Then he pulled back, twirling you with a gentle spin to the rhythm of the music. His blue eyes were full of a depth that both comforted and shattered you.

“Come on,” he whispered, voice low and coaxing. “Smile for me.”

You managed a soft smile, though your heart clenched at the sight of his face, drinking him in.

He chuckled softly. “No, not like that. I want a real one.” His voice, warm and full of that easy charm, brought a fuller, more genuine smile to your lips.

It was all the music you needed. The sound of his laughter melted your heart, and you felt your sadness recede, just enough to savor the moment with your favorite boy, even as the ache of his departure loomed just ahead.

“There it is,” he said softly, his gaze warm and intent as if he just saw the most beautiful thing in whole world. “That’s my favorite smile on this whole earth.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his eyes lingering on you like he was engraving every detail into memory. “I’ll be seeing this smile in my mind, again and again...until I see it with my own eyes again.”

He drew you close, pressing a kiss to your lips. There was something different in the kiss this time, something deeper, as his hands framed your face, unwilling to let go.

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his. “I don’t want you to leave…” you whispered, each word raw with the helpless plea caught in your throat. “…please stay.”

His eyes softened with sadness. “You know I would stay if I could,” he said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with careful fingers. “Especially now,” his voice softened as his hands slid down to your stomach, “when you’re in this state.”

He kissed you again, tenderly, his hands resting over the small curve of your pregnant belly. Then he knelt down, pressing his lips against your body, his chin nestled against your stomach as his hands gently cradled your hips.

“I’m going to come back,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with a fierce determination. “I promise.” And you could see how much he meant it, the strength of his will battling with the fear he held back, not wanting to let you see his own doubts. But still, the weight of his words pressed against his chest—the promise felt like the only way he could make this bearable. He had to believe he’d come back to you. He would do everything in his power to keep that promise - for you, for your future together.

You stood with Ahsoka on the platform, watching as Padmé bid her goodbye to Rex, and Satine to Obi-Wan, both clinging to their loved ones for as long as possible. Anakin had already said his goodbyes to you over the past week, knowing today would come too quickly, knowing he’d have to pull himself away. You could barely bring yourself to look at him now, standing with the other men, laughing to hide the pain that was all too real.

“Are you going to say goodbye?” she asked quietly

You wanted to. And you didn’t. The ache in your chest threatened to overwhelm you, and you weren’t sure if you could stand in front of him and watch him leave.

The silence on the platform felt deafening, heavy as lead, filling your ears, tightening in your chest. It felt like dying. Like falling into a dark, endless void.

Silence settled around you, thick and heavy. You felt it pressing against your heart, a sharp ache that seemed to grow with every passing second, twisting deep within.

Now It felt like falling.

Falling into a dark well of fear, hopelessness with no way to know when, or if, it would end.

You wanted to scream, to run to him, to never let him go.

And all the goodbyes felt like another piece of your heart being taken, broken, scattered. The way every woman's sobs filled the air was paining, especially having in mind only a few of men will come back, and the rest of ladies will have to live without them..

Then, as though sensing your pain, Anakin called your name, And then you heard it— spoken so softly you almost missed it.

All of your friends turned, eyes on you, but it was his gaze that held you, those ocean-blue eyes that were your world. Anakin was smiling softly, as if only you and he existed.

Before you could react, cal appeared out of nowhere and carefully, gently (with your acceptance) lifted you up, carrying you closer to the train window where Anakin leaned over with that boyish smile.

Your heart hammered, each step bringing you closer, until he was right there, face-to-face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Anakin smiled, his voice soft, and you could hear laughter from his friends in the train car.

“Hi,” you breathed, barely able to speak.

“You know—”

“Just kiss already!” Cal groaned, struggling under your weight "I’m not used to carrying four-month pregnant women on my shoulders!” drawing laughter from the future-to-be-soldiers.

Before you could say anything, Anakin reached down, pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips were soft, but insistent, tasting faintly of mint. Your fingers curled around the edge of the window, steadying yourself, trying to anchor yourself to him.

He pulled back slowly, placing soft kisses across your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and then back to your lips one final time. Cal set you gently on the ground, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Take care of her, Snips,” Anakin called to Ahsoka, his voice lifting above the hum of the station as the whistle blew, the signal of the train’s impending departure.

“Right away, Skyguy,” Ahsoka replied, her fingers squeezing yours in quiet comfort.

Your vision blurred with tears as the train began to move. Anakin waved to you, his eyes catching yours one last time, full of an unspoken promise, a silent assurance that he would come back.

As the train picked up speed, you couldn't hold yourself back. Your hand slipped from Ahsoka’s, and you took a few running steps, unable to stop yourself.

“Be safe!” you called, your voice breaking.

“You know me!” he shouted back, grinning with one last flash of that smile before the train pulled him out of view.

As the train sped up, you felt Ahsoka’s hand on your shoulder, steady and warm, her presence a balm to the unbearable ache left by his departure. Behind you, Sabine’s quiet sobs mingled with Padmé’s soothing words, while your tears finally escaped, silent and heavy.

And you knew that this ache, this longing, would be with you every day, until you could finally hold him again.

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[eringobragh420]

💜 Pairing: Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Jimmy Uso x f!Reader 💜 Summary: Roman decides to bring his girlfriend's fantasy to life after she passes the bar exam. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Daddy/Uncle kink, foursome, double penetration, oral sex f and m receiving, cum 18+ 💜 Notes: Testing the waters on this one. Let me know if you want more parts! 💜 Taglist: If you'd like to be added, please click here!

“Tell me what you think about.”

She paused, spoonful of ice cream a breadth from her lips. “What do you mean?”

“When I’m not here, and you wanna touch yourself … what do you think about?”

“Roman!” She elbowed him in the ribs, giggling, and then settled into his side again.

“What? I wanna know.”

“... but what if I wanna keep my dirty little secrets to myself?” She tilted her head, tapping the utensil against the flat of her tongue. Roman’s pupils burst as he watched, licking his full lips, and she’d be damned if that simple act didn’t raise her temperature, her blood pressure, her pulse. 

“Just one, the hottest one,” he growled. “For me?”

Smirking, she dipped the spoon into the ice cream and fed her man a larger bite than she would have taken. She bit her bottom lip, chewing, as she watched his mouth work around the delicious dessert. “Okay,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his chilly ones. “You asked for it.”

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“Honey? Baby, are you here?”

His truck was in the driveway, but he could have been off with friends. If that was the case, she’d have to wait to open the letter, and she might not survive another period of waiting. Clutching the envelope, she jogged throughout the six bedroom home, calling his name and his pet names, still receiving no response. As she passed the French doors in their bedroom that led to the balcony overlooking the swimming pool, her peripheral caught sight of movement in the water. Grinning like a fool, she threw open the doors and bounced up and down on the balcony.

“Roman!” she hollered. He turned, searching for a moment before spotting her waving from above. “It’s here! It’s here!” She held the letter in the air.

“Get your ass down here and open the damn thing!”

Giggling, she flew down the staircase and tore through the sliding doors to the backyard. Roman bypassed the ladder out of the pool and instead pulled himself up and onto his feet. He was soaked, of course, and her running slowed to a stop as she watched him ring out his hair and pull the sticking shorts from his meaty thighs. What the hell had she just been excited about?

“Come on!” Roman ordered.

She skipped over to him and shared a quick kiss with him before beginning to tear into the envelope. She stopped halfway through and met his eyes, her own eyes the size of flying saucers. Roman shook his head and cupped her cheeks with dripping hands. He kissed her again, lingering this time, and her belly began to warm and her heart broke its stride. When his lips released hers, her smile returned and her fingers continued. With him, she could do anything.

Her fingers finished the long tear at the top of the envelope and she pulled the letter out that had already decided her fate and her place in the world. Had it all been worth it? Was she good enough? She unfolded the paper, took a deep breath, and began reading. After a few seconds, the expensive paper slipped from her grip to the concrete, instantly absorbing the pool water cascading down Roman's god-like body. Her eyes met his.

“I passed,” she whispered.

Roman’s perfect lips slowly spread into the proudest smile she’d ever seen, including ones from her parents. “Say it again,” he told her.

“I passed.”

“What?”

“I passed.”

“What!”

“I passed!”

Hands under her arms, he lifted her up with zero effort necessary, and she wrapped her dry body around his drenched one. “Let’s celebrate!” he declared.

“Roman!” she squealed, as he began to fall backward into the heated pool, taking her with him. Once she untangled herself from his embrace, she turned to him, both still underwater, and smiled, bubbles escaping her lips. They kissed as they surfaced, and he kissed her as he carried her out of the pool and into the house, kissed her as he climbed the stairs, kissed her as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.

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She was on the verge of tears. A closet the size of her childhood bedroom that was filled with thousands of dollars worth of clothes had absolutely nothing to offer on the night of her celebration dinner with Roman. Every dress seemed frumpy, neither jeans or slacks were appropriate, and the remainder of the hangers were filled with work attire and her more comfortable clothing. Why hadn't she planned in advance? She could have gone shopping for something new.

“What’s the problem?” Roman asked, crossing his arms over his ample chest, leaning against the frame of the closet door. His dark eyes were dancing and a smirk played on his lips, and she wanted to slap him for finding amusement in her clear distress.

“Do you need something, Roman?” she sighed. “I’m obviously not ready.”

The Samoan chuckled, approaching her. “You’re a lawyer now, baby girl.” He abruptly smacked her ass, and she jumped from not only the surprise but the force. “Lawyer up.” He winked at her over a massive tattooed shoulder as he exited the closet, presumably to finish dressing himself.

She rolled her eyes, returning her attention to the miles of clothing that held no interest to her whatsoever. That is, until she landed on the section dedicated to her career. Pretty blouses, some sexy, but she was more focused on the abundance of pencil skirts. Roman all but drooled anytime she got off work and he was able to experience a skirt. His cousins, Jimmy and Jey, also seemed to stare more often when they came over for dinner and card games and she had no time to change before beginning to cook. Jimmy specifically had been caught standing in the kitchen entryway, watching her every move as she bent over in one of her tighter skirts to retrieve the casserole from the oven—she’d caught his reflection in the newly cleaned oven door.

With renewed energy and a mischievous smile on her lips, she searched through her skirts for the tightest fit, passing an unfamiliar dress as she tossed hanger after hanger to the opposite side of the closet. She paused, brows furrowed, and came back to the dress. Eyes widening, she remembered purchasing this dress when she’d first been hired as a paralegal. Upon trying it on for Roman, he’d promptly forbidden her to wear that dress to work, or anywhere, for that matter, unless he was present. It had gone into her closet and she hadn’t thought about it since, and she suspected Roman hadn’t either. Perfect. After squeezing into the Fashion Nova mini-dress, applying smokey eyeshadow and a deep maroon shade of lipstick, she slipped her feet into her red-bottom Louboutins. She left her hair down in waves, and she flipped it over her shoulder as she kissed her reflection in the mirror before finally exiting the bathroom. She’d never had such confidence before meeting Roman Reigns. Even his cousins joined in building up her self-esteem—even if it was only barely hearing them whisper how lucky Roman was for scoring such a “fine piece of ass.” She giggled at the memory of her boyfriend smacking them both on the back of the head.

Roman stood at the front doorway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone that just seemed like a tiny toy in his huge hand. Hearing the clicking of her heels, he glanced up the winding staircase as she descended. His normal, adoring smile had begun forming on his full lips before he even saw her, but when his gaze spotted the form-fitting dress, the smile fell behind his perfectly groomed beard and his eyes blackened. Anyone else might have been frightened, and they would have good reason, but she could only smirk and arch a brow as she clutched at the bannister and continued down the stairs. Meeting at the bottom, the couple took a moment to admire one another.

The dress she wore resembled a men’s dress shirt that had been transformed into a black satin mini-dress. Collared, the sleeves were long with big cuffs, the body had buttons from top to bottom, and ruching on the sides with adjustable drawstrings. The tighter she pulled on the drawstrings, the shorter and tighter the bottom of the dress became. She understood Roman’s reservations about the dress being appropriate for work, but it was certainly appropriate for the celebration dinner ahead of them.

Roman was an Adonis, as usual, from his slicked back hair tied in a bun, to the black shirt beneath a gray blazer, to the black slacks and belt, and right on down to the black, shiny shoes. He tucked his phone inside a pocket within the blazer, turned to her, and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants. He eyed the dress, leaning this way and that to inspect all the curves and angles of her body. Roman Reigns had an unmatched ability to make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world with not but a look, and so she spun around to give him a taste of the whole package.

Roman slowly smiled, and her brows creased, because he seemed almost sympathetic. Like he knew something she didn’t and he was almost ashamed of it. Almost. The fire was still very much consuming his eyes, and the way he deliberately licked his lips gave her an idea of how this night would end. She had no earthly idea how wrong she was.

“This dress,” Roman said.

Nodding, she pressed a hand to the center of his chest. “This dress.” Roman slowly smiled, and her brows creased, because he seemed almost sympathetic. Like he knew something she didn’t and he was almost ashamed of it. Almost. The fire was still very much consuming his eyes, and the way he deliberately licked his lips gave her an idea of how this night would end. She had no earthly idea how wrong she was.

... continued in Part Two

[fourthcupofrice]

@rebornofstars

Hey reborn! Wind finding a dead clam in his bag during the chapter made me think about all those gulls that help on his adventure, so i made a silly comic about it. uncropped version under the cut

[ohitslen]

Why does your neighbor never blink dude??

Almost forgot to post these here, but hey I remembered right?:)

[preseriesdean]

if you don’t mind me asking, could you share some of your favorite fanfics or authors? thanks ❤️

oh hi hello!! yes of course!! i actually haven't read any spn fic in a while but i have spent a lot of time organizing my bookmarks. i'm going to assume that you meant samdean fic but i'll add a few non-samdean ones at the end.

authors!

@zmediaoutlet (deadlybride on ao3)

candle_beck (ao3)

@goshen-applecrumbledore (ao3)

whereupon (livejournal)

Linden (ao3)

sevenfists (ao3)

there are so many more great authors but these came to mind :)

fics!

i am going to list my forever-favorites first - the ones i would recommend to anyone and everyone, screaming-from-the-rooftops kind of love - and then many many more under the cut.

beloved by urchinesque (2016, 1.9k, NR, warning: death) It might be the gentlest thing that's ever happened to them.

in my opinion everyone should read this once. it's quick. they die. it's-- happy, somehow. beautiful. i think about it all the time.

Last Day on Earth by candle_beck (2009, 10.8k, E) A list of things to do if you only have one day to live, presented in inconvenient non-list form.

last year my best friend and i were pondering which fic felt quintessential to samdean for us and somehow settled on this one. i still agree with the choice.

Odysseus, American by coyotesuspect (2010, 10k, M) Dean finds Peter O'Toole's recording of the Odyssey in a bin marked “Audio" in Casa Grande's only used bookstore. The place smells like cigarette smoke and old books, and it reminds him of Sam. Stanford era.

my favorite stanford era fic. i think it captures dean's loneliness and desperation beautifully.

A man with his insides out and his outsides off by britomart_is (2016, 5.3k, E, time travel, underage) They say there are only two stories in the world: man goes on a journey, and stranger comes to town.

another fic i want everyone to read. it's so short and feels like a novel. sam is messed up and dean is in love and everything is miserable.

Breathing Hard by whereupon (2009, 9k, E) The day Dean figures it out.

this is so simple and yet-- everything to me. i can't think about dinosaurs without thinking about this fic, which doesn't tell you much, but you'll see. sometimes this is really all you need.

The Last Outpost of All That Is by gekizetsu (2008, 59k, E) The world ends while they’re asleep.

this fic has stayed with me my whole life. i thought about it even during my years away from spn and fandom entirely. they're alone and you don't know why and they build their life together and you end up wondering, is this hell or heaven? whenever i come across a screenshot of the last couple of paragraphs i want to cry.

see things so much clearer by deadlybride (2020, 11.7k, E) Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.

this is a fic that hits the spot for me personally so well. another favorite preseries fic. i love the idea of sam using livejournal, and of dean finding out this way.

Stay The Distance by lazy_daze (2011, 24k, E) Sam is dependent on Dean's touch and closeness after the wall falls - Dean's presence reminds him of why he chose to wake up, and keeps the memories at bay, allowing Sam to function.

i love enmeshment, and i love that here it's literal. i love that they're just sort of fine with it.

more fics below!

in absolutely no particular order whatsover. please check the warnings and tags on these before reading!

Recall by De_Nugis (2012, 6.3k, E) Sam's having a hard time telling what's real and what isn't, especially when it comes to some voicemails from Dean.

Living in god's blind spot by applecrumbledore (2022, 25k, E) Of all the situations Dean didn’t need his dad to see him in, ‘getting off to being pushed around by a guy’ was in the top three. And ‘a guy’ was a massive glossing-over of reality. Any guy—any other guy—would be bad enough, but Sam was fucking cataclysmic.

Almost At Home by balefully (2008, 24.3k, E) Sam graduates from high school in early June in rural Tennessee. He and Dean start the summer with an all-nighter of celebration; the day after, while both fight hangovers, John calls to assign them their first hunt by themselves.

they said it was the fall of man by jukeboxhound (2016, 7.4k, M) Sam gets his soul back on a Monday.

When I Fall Asleep It Is Your Eyes That Close by britomart_is (2009, 1.9k, E) Post-Season Two. Sam is alive. Dean is happy.

Life As We Know It by sevenfists (2007, 13.7k, M, curtain fic) On the morning that Sam woke up, Dean ran five red lights on the way to the hospital, his half-empty coffee cup sloshing in the holder.

tied up like two ships by orphan_account (2014, 3.1k, E) Dean liked to hold hands.

Gospel Truth by Cerberuss (2020, 15.2k, E, case fic) ‘DOES YOUR BROTHER KNOW THAT YOU WANT HIM?’ Individually placed letters, bold and tinged brown with the weather. Sam can’t look away and he prays, dream dream dream.

Buy You A Mockingbird by candle_beck (2011, 10.3k, M, underage, outsider pov) A genuine horror story.

because you want to die for love by hathfrozen (2021, 27.3k, E) Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.

the constant vow by deadlybride (2022, 119k, E, fem dean-ish) They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.

This Fortress Made of Us by mickeym (2009, 10.8k, E) Sam really didn't do very well without his brother. Coda for Mystery Spot.

State of Love and Trust/As I Busted Down the Pretext by cormallen (2010, 2.9k, M) When you know exactly what your brother's thinking, there are some chances you just don't take.

Quiet with the Rain by Linden (2014, 5.3k, T) Dean can spot an undercover cop at thirty paces, a hooker at twenty, and rims that will match his baby's at ten. But the fact that his little brother is in love with him—that, he can't see worth a damn.

have a cigar by deadlybride (2020, 5.6k, E) What happened with Andy and Ansem unsettles Sam. Dean doesn't seem worried.

Heart Shaped Balloon by winsive (2022, 18.5k, E, underage) Sam and Dad are fighting. No surprise, but it's the weekend before Valentine's Day and Dean isn't missing out on the chance to bang a cheerleader just to console his bratty little brother. He does bring back a heart shaped balloon for him, though. It's not supposed to be cursed.

Bare by gracerene (2022, 2.2k, T) Of all the things Dean hasn't done before, Sam never expected something as innocuous as skinny dipping to be on the list.

Speechless by candle_beck (2008, 11.2k, T, case fic) Dean loses his voice and their rapport is only moderately impaired.

Like It Was Yesterday by nomelon (2014, 4.9k, T, fem dean, amnesia) Sam can't remember a time when Dean wasn't there. Dean is always with him. Sam's whole life, there's never been anyone else.

Like a Ghost with Two Voices by Dyed_Red (2022, 46k, E) To cure Dean from the Mark of Cain, Sam has to let Dean, in all his demonic glory, possess him for 28 days. It goes about as well as expected.

Breathe You In (Choke You Down) by orphan_account (2021, 5.9k, E, pwp) Dean really likes the way Sam smells.

lost in yesterday by margaryes (2023, 1k, NR, john pov) John hasn’t seen his youngest son in 18 months.

Unraveling by Linden (2017, 855 words, E) No, he’d said, the first time Sammy had tried to kiss him, sixteen and half-drunk and stupidly beautiful, even though he’d wanted so badly to say yes.

pack up the moon by deathdreamt (2021, 5.9k, T, pre-slash) Sam storms back out from their room, his backpack on and his duffel hanging off his shoulder and isn’t it kind of tragic that his whole life fits in two bags. He looks suddenly much younger than he is, eyes shining. John is back at his guns, whiskey at his elbow, and Dean can hardly believe how rapidly his life is cracking down the centre.

Yesterday, minnesota by applecrumbledore (2022, 30k, E, case fic) Any initial awkwardness filtered away over a hundred miles of highway as Sam thumbed through the missing witch’s diary again. Some people had secret coke habits or secret second wives, and some people had passionate, pitch black, no-kissing sex with a family member every four to six months and never talked about it. You had to find ways to cope.

All Heartless Spectres, Happiness by orphan_account (2021, 5.6k, E) Lisa Braeden receives an email with the subject line, "You Deserve to Know." It contains a single video file and nothing else. (soulless sam)

The Palm Oasis by fictionallemons (2022, 12.3k, E, underage) John strands Dean and Sam at a middle-of-nowhere motel while he investigates possible demon omens in Arizona. The place is nothing to write home about, but at least it has a pool. Dean resolves to think of this as a vacation for him and his studious little brother, but when their money runs out sooner than expected, he considers turning tricks at a nearby truck stop so he can feed Sam.

Other Brothers by homo_pink (2020, 7k, M, underage, outsider pov) A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

Leader of the Pack by astolat (2007, 14.9k, E) Teaching old dogs new tricks.

Underground Wires by eggnogged (2012, 15.8k, E, fem sam, underage) It’s hard enough being a teenage girl even without all the extra crap: they move around all the time, her family is as far removed from normal as it’s possible to get, and she’s in love with her older brother. Sam has no control on any of it, she’s just trying to stay afloat.

Multitude of Sins by Linden (2015, 4.4k, T, outsider pov) Every now and again, Jim Murphy would look up from his altar and find the Winchester boys at the back of his church.

Like Arrows in the Hands of a Warrior by ADeedWithoutaName (2018, 10.3k, E, underage, dub con-ish, john pov) John Winchester loves his boys, and would take a bullet for either of them. He knows that he's doing it right, the way he's raising them, the things he's teaching them. Not every problem, however, has an easy answer. Like what to do after an incubus case in which their target got his pollen all over both of John's sons.

You Can't Lose What You Never Had by nigeltde (2016, 5.6k, E) You can't spend what you ain't got, and you can't lose what you ain't never had.

Flagstaff by Linden (2014, 7.3k, T, pre-slash, john pov) John tracked Sam down in Flagstaff, four days after he got home to find him gone.

I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger by fleshflutter (2007, 3.8k, M, outsider pov) If Chase were a better friend, he might try to end the game now, before Brendan loses even more money. But if Brendan is a dick at Stanford, it’s nothing compared to how he is on break.

Cupid's Got A Gun by geckoholic (2012, 13.5k, E, non-con) Fuck-or-die, set in early S4. But they've been fucking for years, so that shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. Ever since hell, Dean's in no hurry to get that show on the road again.

Someone Else's Blood by sevenfists (2006, 6.7k, E) The first time, of course, was an accident. (pretend dating)

How Many Floors to Realize by lazy_daze (2009, 26k, E, swesson) AU from the end of It's A Terrible Life, in which Zachariah decides to keep stringing them along a little while longer, because damn if they aren't somewhat entertaining, right?

Worthless cartography by applecrumbledore (2022, 15.6k, E) Dean didn’t know what finally made him go for it. The djinn’s dream was a catalyst, but the call was coming from inside the house, and he’d been letting it ring for a very, very long time. (They get one night together right before Sam is taken to Cold Oak. Dean has to deal with that.)

The Space Between Sense and Memory by orphan_account (2021, 4.8k, T) There are a hundred unwritten rules on all the acceptable ways brothers should touch each other. There are hardly any ways at all to break them. Or; five times they follow the rules and one time they don’t.

Ions in the Ether by nigeltde (2019, 10.9k, E, case fic) When was the last time you trusted happy.

Crossed Wires by rivkat (2015, 10.9k, E) Dean thinks Sam is dead.

Crown and Anchor Me (or let me sail away) by Sena (2010, 23.7k, E, underage) Sam Winchester is fifteen years old, at yet another new high school in yet another state, he doesn't get along with his distant, distracted father, he's figuring out that he likes guys just as much as he likes girls, his clothes never fit and his limbs ache at the joint ever since his growth spurt started, he has to study for the PSAT and, oh yeah, he's a little bit in love with his brother, Dean, who's taken a break from hunting monsters to work at a local garage for minimum wage.

Wear Him Lika a Habit by sevenfists (2008, 2.2k, M) Their first kiss isn't an accident. It's anticipated well in advance, discussed for weeks, argued over, second-guessed.

Amor Prohibido by phoenixflight (2020, 3k, M, underage) They spent the spring of Sam's sophomore year living in a shitty apartment south of San Antonio. Every Friday night the clearest channel played three hour marathons of a Spanish soap called La Casa del Corazón. There was a mutually understood truce about watching it, because the alternatives were infomercials or creepy kids’ cartoons that futzed into static every fifteen seconds.

Open Road by Mollyamory (2010, 2k, T) Sam's old enough to know what's good for him.

It's the Blueprint of Your Life by queenklu (2011, 38.4k, time travel) Sam jerks awake in the middle of the night and everything goes to hell. Well, not literally, though Dean is staring down the barrel of less than a year before his deal comes due. In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see.

North of Wednesday by Mollyamory (2008, 3.5k, G) Sam's behind the wheel before he realizes he doesn't have the keys. Coda to Mystery Spot.

non-wincest fic.

dean/omc. We Drank a Thousand Times by glorious_spoon (2010, 43k, M, warning: death) They meet in a bar fight in North Carolina when Dean is nineteen, broke, and desperate, then again when a hunt brings the Winchesters into town a few years later. Neither one of them ever puts a name to it but every once in a while, through the years, Dean finds his way back.

dean/cas: terror & desire intertwined by rupertgayes (2022, 39k, M) Faced with Castiel suffering a fate worse than death, Dean makes the decision to let Cas use his body as a temporary vessel. All things considered, Dean thinks, it could have gone worse.

gen, sam&dean: what lasts by deadlybride (2021, 17.2k, M) Not long after they move into the bunker, Dean loses a leg. Most of a leg. After the hospital, Sam brings him home, and they figure out how to live with what remains.

gen, dean-centric: To Repair Broken Men by procrastin8or951 (2015, 3.1k, T) Dad and Sam keep fighting. Dean can't fix his family, so he fixes things around the crappy apartment they are staying in.

dean/michael: our hour came round at last by orphan_account (2015, 1.8k, NR, pwp) "I want to be inside you," says Michael, low and velvet and hungry and that really shouldn't turn Dean on but it does.

dean/lucifer, dean/cas: exploratory by sp8ce (2022, 4.9k, E, non-con) One night, Castiel proposes he and Dean have sex. Except it's a little more complicated than that.

dean/cas: for a healthy heart by Askance (2013, 2.4k, T) A strange black box appears in Castiel's bedroom one afternoon.

gen, sam&dean: charmer & gentle by Askance (2015, 3.7k, G, outsider pov) The afternoon girl calls them Big and Tall, the strangers who come in late every now and then, buying this or that. The night girl doesn't think those names fit quite right.

dean/cas, past sam/dean: whose wings, though tattered, shall carry me home by fleshflutter (2009, 2.2k, T) There is a breeze moving across the field. It stirs the long grass in lapping waves like the sea. Castiel runs his fingertips through it and remembers flying.

[aintgonnatakethis]

find the word tag

BIG thank yous to @fortunatetragedy (here) @gioiaalbanoart (here) and @bagheerita (here) ❤️️❤️️❤️️ I've got 3 of these stacked up so I figured I'd try to do them all at once! Everything will be below the cut as this is gonna get long. Warnings: one NFSW and one depiction of reasonably graphic violence. 👍

My words are bride, fork, coin, snack, edge, sip, orbit, court, stealing, enthusiasm, days, and red!

Tagging: @wolgerrswraith @romances-not-tragedies @lychhiker-writes @drchenquill @the-golden-comet Your words to find in your WIPs are screen, cheek, allow and topple.

Bride - November: Break-up for The Aspec Year Challenge (SGU)

He throws a bachelor party and stands up for Everett at his wedding and gently extricates himself from the bridesmaid's clutches. Normally he would sleep with her, simply because it's the expected thing for him to do, but it happens to be Emily's sister and he wants none of that, thank you very much. Everett finds him after a couple of hours, where he's secreted himself away in a corner of the room. The newly married man has clearly had too much to drink and is way too handsy with Telford. It's dangerous, but a wedding is surely enough cover, Telford reasons with a sudden unexpected burst of desperation. Everett's girlfriends have never taken him away, have never come first, but a wife is another matter, isn't it? Telford doesn't want to lose Everett.

Fork - Aliens made them do it (SGU)

"Let's fucking do this," the man growled, spitting a mouthful of blood into the dirt. They were showered with dust as they moved deeper into the tunnels, at one point the width narrowing so much they were forced to shuffle sideways, rifles detached from their tac vests. They arrived at a fork, one tunnel leading upwards and the other down, the latter steep and treacherous looking.

Coin - June: Mermaids for The Aspec Year Challenge (James Bond)

It had started roughly six months ago, gifts beginning to appear on Q's desk without anything attached that could give him a clue as to who his sudden benefactor was. There didn't appear to be a pattern in temperament or price. A stuffed elephant one time, a box of the finest Cuban cigars the next, followed by a Newton's cradle with tiny cats hanging off the outermost balls, followed by a puzzle box intricate enough to flummox Q for a record two days - a flattened Roman coin inside - followed by a gigantic cat tree, still contained in its four large boxes. Q had questioned his staff and actually believed them when they swore they hadn't seen who'd left them, even if it seemed nigh on impossible to smuggle so many metre-and-a-half square boxes through the bowels of MI6 without anyone noticing.

Snack

Edge - What Big Teeth You Have (SGU)

Young glared daggers at him, while Telford flopped down on his side, his head coming to rest on Young's knee. It was all very... intimate. The whole thing: casual touches and bedding down together and the practised edge the whole situation carried. The protectiveness, the trust, the astute readiment of violence brought to bear in defence of one another. A lot of the soldiers stationed here showed similar regard for their fellows, but still the instinct that he was witnessing something that went beyond the 'bond of brotherhood' nipped at Rush's heels.

Sip - Dentist (SGU)

They sipped their drinks in companionable silence for a while, sitting comfortably shoulder to shoulder. If Telford were another man, he would get drunk and stay here tonight instead of facing Rush so soon. But he wasn't another man. That other man was sitting right next to him.

Orbit - i am a prisoner just like you 2x03 Awakening (SGU)

Alternatively, maybe sex was something Telford could use to pull Rush further into his orbit. He was the only one who knew the man was a vampire, and it had been long enough since Rush had joined the program that it was impossible for him to come forward without getting himself in a great deal of trouble. Everything else about him belonged to Telford. Why not add his body to the mix?

Court - i am a prisoner just like you 2x02 Aftermath (SGU)

The man was at least attempting a direct approach, Telford generously decided. Telford was always the person who was very straightforward about personal relationships: this is what I want. What do you want? If we're compatible, good for us. Tell me if anything changes and I'll do you the same courtesy.

Stealing

Enthusiasm - Your Own Worst Enemy (SGU)

"Those are for shuttles," he says, gesturing with his flashlight. His statement kicks off a rapid fire discussion on the subjects of mining and refining, production and repair. The geeks are in their element, the enthusiasm even breaking through in Rush's demeanour. Unfortunately the eagerness is short lived, a thudding sound coming from the other side of the blast door bringing the conversation to a screeching halt. Silence hangs in the large space as everyone hopes it was just their imagination. Of course it isn't, because they couldn't be that lucky.

Days - The Little Death (SGU)

Telford breathed hard, eyes tight shut behind the protective shield of his arm. "You're killing me." He knew he sounded winded and he also knew he didn't care. Rush laughed, slapping him lightly on the thigh. "You're so fucking into it." The problem was that he wasn't wrong. It was disgusting how into it Telford actually was, the constant arousal swirling through his gut, the teasing and orders and edging and Rush stringing him along and then informing him that no, actually, he wasn't allowed to come tonight. It made Telford think about what if Rush hadn't shared the timeframe of their little exercise before they'd started. He wouldn't know the target was five days; he'd be constantly caught in the trap of will-he won't-he. It was exciting enough to him that his cock took a long time to flag and he almost suggested they go another round. He didn't because asking for things showed people you wanted them and he was giving Rush enough rope as it was.

Red - Sheppard-turns-Kolya-over-to-Todd (SGA)

Before Sheppard had time to blink, let alone draw breath to formulate a response, Todd snarled viciously and slashed his claws across Kolya's lower back. The man arched into a bow, the breath knocked out of him in a great whooshing wave. Sheppard could see the blood dripping from Todd's fingers, the impact of the droplets striking the floor echoing across the room to his ears. He could imagine the rivulets it was running down Kolya's back, a river of red against bruised and torn skin, the cuts deep and bewitching in the way they would bulge grotesquely under the strain.

[milanosbitch]

[Cowboy waiting for the dinner bell. Laredo, Texas. 1933. From the collection of Farm Security Administration - Library of Congress.]

cowboy wolfwood! cowboy wolfwood! from my new vashwood au :3

[pocketseizure]

In an eerie castle submerged under cursed waters, Ganondorf tells Tetra about the world that once was. Ganondorf's story is at its end, but his words inspire Tetra to dream of the world to come.

4,100 words . on AO3 here . illustration by @lightsintheskye

[shadowlinktheshadow]

played ww and now im thinking about floormasters and gloom hands

im like 90% sure someone already made this connection, but

colors a bit off and no eye on floormaster but I see a connection

[skyward-floored]

“Hey Captain?”

Link flicks an ear in acknowledgment, but doesn’t turn to look at Tune as he walks over to his cot. The younger hero looks down at him, but Link still doesn’t look back at him.

“...are you okay?” he asks.

“Fine,” Link replies quietly.

“You haven’t really been fine since the whole Volga business started,” Tune huffs, and flops next to him on the cot where he’s curled up. He’s quiet for a second, then props himself up on an elbow, and looks at Link. “...Did you ask Impa about your mother?”

Link swallows, the lump he’d been trying to ignore coming back in full-force.

“Yes. She... told me some stuff.”

“Anything useful?” Tune asks, tilting his head. “Like who she is?”

“...Something like that.”

Tune waits, but when Link doesn’t continue, he raises an eyebrow, a flicker of worry in his gaze.

“Soooo..? You gonna tell me, or keep it to yourself and let it eat at you forever?” he asks, green eyes narrowed.

Link can’t help the slightly bitter laugh that escapes him. “It’s been like, an hour, Sailor. There hasn’t been enough time for it to eat at me.”

“Yet it obviously is since you’re avoiding my question,” Tune points out, and gives his arm a light poke. “Come on. Mask is hanging around with Zelda, so it’s just us. What did she say?”

Link stares up at the ceiling for a minute, wishing for a moment he was outside and could see the stars. It was too cold to sit out there tonight though, and Link sighs, closing his eyes.

“She said she’s my mother.”

Tune blinks.

“...Oh.”

“Yeah that was basically my reaction.”

Tune makes a small, incredulous noise, running a hand through his hair. “Impa. Impa? She’s really..? Wow. She doesn’t even look... Uh. I... don’t think I would’ve guessed that.”

“Me neither,” Link agrees quietly.

Tune goes quiet for a second, and Link opens an eye to see him looking at him in concern again.

“You okay?” Tune asks softly, and Link shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

Tune is silent for another few seconds.

“Well at least you’re honest,” Tune sighs, and slides closer to him. “No wonder it’s eating at you. I’m sorry Captain.”

Link scoffs. “Sorry for what? It’s not your fault.”

“No. But I’m sorry you found out your parents are a dragon who’s tried to kill you multiple times, and a Sheikah who never told you she was your mom until now. That’s sucky.”

Link lets out an somewhat thick laugh. “...It is sucky. I mean... Volga’s evil or whatever, he nearly killed me and the General that one time, and the General knew she was my mother but she said she couldn’t tell me, and she had to give me up for some reason and it turns out I’m not even Hylian. How do I even begin to deal with that?”

Something wet tries to escape from his eyes, but Link stubbornly blinks it back, that same cold pit opening up in his stomach that’s been plaguing him.

Tune doesn’t reply, but he does tug him into a hug, and Link breathes out, closing his eyes as Tune snuggles up to him.

The little sailor is a bundle of heat, and Link hadn’t realized until now that he was actually on the cold side of things. He lets Tune nestle up to him in silence, his arms warm where they’re around him, and Link tries to silence the thoughts still rattling around his head.

“As if this stupid war wasn’t confusing enough already,” Link murmurs after a minute, and Tune gives him a tight squeeze.