#young john garrett x readers

[lunadeathbed]

HELLO HELLO~

Hey! I'm Luna, a fanfic writer I enjoy doing this stuff so I'll poste on here every so often. I'm also open to suggestions if anyone wants something specific.

I'm writing for these fandoms:

Visual Novels :

• My Dear Hatchet Man - Alan

• 14 Days With You - Ren

• Sunny Day Jack - Jack (Possibly Shaun & Ian)

• SNAGEMON - Garrett (Bram and King will be added after the game updates)

• John Doe - John

• Comfort Pillow - Illow/Siorce

• Honey Hotline - Fone, Amesy, Seon

• Blooming Panic - Xyx, NakedToster, Nightowl, Quest

• Slasher Dating Sim - Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (Haven't written for any of the other boys but I'll try 'em out once there routes are released)

OL1 - Cove (Sorry to Baxter Derek and Jeremy enjoyers)

OL2 - Qiu, Tamarack, Daren, (Possibly some Baxter if I feel up to it.)

Media :

• Marble Hornets - Jay, Tim, Brian, Alex, Jessica, Amy (Mostly Jam, poly Tim Jay and Brian, also some angst, im open to other suggestions tho)

• VTubers - Nigisanji En, Indie creators (I'll probably be doing Shoto x Vox Akuma and some x reader stuff, I don't know to many indie creators so if anyone wants to suggest someone specific, tag there Twitch or YouTube with your suggestion)

South Park - Kenny, Stan, Kyle, Cartman mainly (Probably quiet a bit of aged up high school scenarios, Creek, Style sometimes Stan and Wendy will be together for plot purposes, Himan I know there toxic as fuck but what can u do, also a little bit of Bunny if anyone asks, if I'm writing a reader X character then if they are canonically gay or lesbian they will be catered towards there respective audiences)

My Comfort Levels :

I'm mostly comfortable with writing everything there are a few things I refuse to write though.

No Thankyou List :

• Non-con (Pretty self explanatory)

Minor sexualisation (If characters are young in the original fandom they will be aged up)

• Hardcore gore (Nothing that can be described as gut wrenching, other gore is fine)

• SOME Kinks (Anything I find uncomfortable, I'll still do other kink stuff tho)

• If there is any content creators that do not feel comfortable with fanfiction being written about them please don't ask for me to write about them. (PLEASE check if the creator you are asking to be written about is comfortable with it!)

• Nothing I just generally am uncomfortable with

!THIS LIST WILL GROW AND BE UPDATED!

[multi-fandom-simp]

Request Masterlist

Hello! I would love to start accepting requests to get my creativity rolling again. Below will be list of characters that I am willing to write for and how you may submit a request. Also, if you are looking for a certain character that isn't on my list, then feel free to ask if I would write for them. I ask that you be patient with me as well as I am one person who is currently in college. I will do my best to get the requests out in a timely manner! Below are my personal pros and cons:

Pros(What I will write):

-Angst and fluff

-Some mature content ( with mature content please ask if I would be comfortable with writing it before assuming I'd write it.)

-Alternate Realities of canon universes

-character deaths

Cons(What I will NOT write)

-Non-con elements(Such as R*pe, Necrophilia, etc.)

-Incest(There will be an exception for House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones and that is it.)

-Pedophilia

How to Request:

-Submit a message through an ask or through my inbox, whichever you are comfortable with.

-Include what character you would like it to be for, and a brief description of the fic. I will do my best to write exactly what you're asking for, but please remember not everyone has the exact same brain waves.

-Also include if you would like it to include angst, fluff, mature, etc.

-If you would like the reader to be from a specific family or house, please include that.

Characters I will write for

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

- Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Daemon Targaryen

- Aemond Targaryen

- Helaena Targaryen

- Rhaenys II Targaryen

- Jacaerys Velaryon

- Laenor Velaryon (x Male!Reader)

- Laena Velaryon

GAME OF THRONES:

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Robb Stark

- Sansa Stark

- Bran Stark

- Jojeen Reed

- Theon Greyjoy

- Yara Greyjoy

- Oberyn Martell

The Sandman:

- Morpheus

- Desire

- Death

- The Corinthian

- Calliope

Marauders:

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Lily Evans

- Marlene Mckinnon

- Regulus Black

Harry Potter:

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Bill Weasley

- Cedric Diggory

- Draco Malfoy

- Adrian Pucey

-Blaise Zabini

- Pansy Parkinson

The Hobbit/The Lord Of The Rings:

- Legolas

- Aragorn

- Thranduil

- Kili

- Fili

- Tauriel

ACOTAR:

- Azriel

- Cassian

- Rhysand

- Nesta

- Lucien

- Amren

Spider-man:

- Andrew Garfield's Spider-man

- Tobey Maguire's Spider-man

- Tom Holland's Spider-man

- Tasm! Gwen Stacy

- Harry Osborne

- Cindy Moon

MARVEL:

- Loki Laufeyson

- Bucky Barnes

- Sam Wilson

- Yelena

- Shuri

- Doctor Strange

-Druig

-Makkari

- ( quite a few more, feel free to ask)

Twilight

-Carlisle Cullen

-Jasper Hale

-Rosalie Hale

-Alice Cullen

-Paul Lahote

-Jared Cameron

-Garrett(Lee Pace)

Teen Wolf:

-Isaac Lahey

-Derek Hale

-Young Peter Hale

-Stiles Stilinski

The Last Kingdom:

-Sihtric

-Finan

-Osferth

DCU:

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

-Damian Wayne( Platonic only)

-Smallville! Clark Kent

-Smallville! Lex Luthor

Stranger Things:

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

- I would be willing to write platonic/found family fics including the gang, such as Max, Lucas, etc. Nothing other than that as they are children.

Bill Skarsgård Characters:

-Roman Godfrey(Hemlock Grove)

- Marquis Vincent de Gramont(John Wick)

[acciotherapists]

Far From Home (Chapter 44: Forgive Me)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Silence filled the room as Loki stared at me. His eyes were filled with pain, an emotion I’d only seen cross his eyes a small handful of times. 

“Loki,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes as I tried to think of a way to explain what he’d just heard and find out exactly how much he’d heard. What was that look in his eyes? How much did he know? Was he simply hurt because I couldn’t let Bucky go or did he know of my plan for the mission?

“Y/n?” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly at the end.

“It’s not what you think,” I tried to explain.

He scoffed, shaking his head and leaving the doorway. Guilt surged through me once again as I prepared to follow him but Tony stopped me.

“I’m sorry, Y/n but if we’re going to do this… we have to go now.”

“Now?”

Tony nodded, looking at Nat, who nodded in agreement.

“I can’t just leave him,” I tried to explain but Steve interjected.

“I’ll talk to him, Y/n… but if we’re going to do this… it’s our only shot.”

“I think you’re the last person he would want to hear from, Rogers,” I chuckled, though there was an edge to my voice, a bitterness that I couldn’t seem to shake.

“Perhaps not, but… this is our only shot. We owe him this much. I owe him everything,” he explained, muttering the last line as he looked away from me. I understood that guilt.

Tony looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

I sighed, nodding without another word and he quickly got to work on the mission.

Forgive me, Loki.

****

The next few hours seemed to pass in a blur. I was whisked away on a private plane, the only passenger allowed was Happy, to ensure I got there safely. After that I was on my own. A small bag of clothes and a hidden earpiece that was embedded with SHIELD’s scanning technology to ensure it couldn’t be discovered in a coms scan, though that didn’t guarantee it wouldn’t be discovered if they started cutting into me.

As I reached the building where Bucky was being held I could feel the bile rising in my throat once again. Several guards were posted outside of the building, large guns in their arms as their eyes locked with mine, daring me to take another step. So I did. I walked closer, forcing my legs to move, until I reached the front of the base, just a few feet from the guards.

“State your business!” they hissed.

“I’m here to turn myself in,” I answered.

The guard raised his gun in response but was quickly stopped by his partner who whispered something to him. The guard cleared his throat before speaking.

“Come with me.”

****

The walk felt as if it took ages. They were leading me through the base and I was carefully making note of each exit. The base hadn’t changed much since I’d been here apart from a few rooms that had been added on.

My heart was racing in my chest but I tried to focus on calming it down. Tony was listening and could hear every word. I tried to reassure myself with that knowledge, though that did little to assuage my fear as I knew there was nothing he would be able to do if something went wrong. The guard led me to an office where an older man sat.

“Have a seat, young lady,” he said.

When I didn’t move, the guard from earlier pushed me into a seat directly across from the stranger, as  a sickening smile spread across his face.

“Name’s John Garrett, kid.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’ve caused quite the ruckus, having all of us looking for you.”

“Guess you just aren’t that good at looking.”

He chuckled, leaning forward once again. “So, tell me, what made you finally turn yourself in after 20 years of running?"

“Guess I just got tired of running,” I answered.

He tutted, placing a familiar file in front of me, carefully pulling out a photo and setting it on top. “So it had nothing to do with a certain…” He looked down at the photo. “James Buchanan Barnes?”

I scoffed. “You mean the man who betrayed me?”

His eyes searched mine carefully as I continued. “No, it has nothing to do with him.”

A knock on the door caught his attention before he was quickly called out of the room.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he chuckled darkly as he shut the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The file was left on the desk, easily accessible, but I knew that’s what he wanted. I've seen this tick countless times. Leave the captured in a room with something they shouldn’t touch and see what they do. I refused to give him the satisfaction of catching me in a lie. As far as anyone here was concerned I hated Bucky for his betrayal. The file lay open on the table and the top page listed details surrounding his upcoming extraction and the room he would be moved to but nothing about the room he was currently in. That’s what they wanted me to go searching for but I wouldn’t. My hands remained in my lap and I jumped as the door opened once again. Garrett moved behind his desk, closing the file in front of me and placing it in a drawer before folding his hands in front of him on the desk.

“Well then,” he began, that sickening smile spread across his face once more. “I suppose we should begin.”

Suddenly I felt a stinging in my neck and jumped up, turning to face my attacker who held an empty syringe.

“Now, now, Ms. Y/l/n,” Garrett soothed. “You turned yourself in. There’s no need for unnecessary violence. All due respect to my predecessors but I find we can get things done a lot faster and without all the gore.”

My legs began to grow wobbly as I ran out of the office.

“Nah, she won’t get far,” Garrett chuckled from inside the office. “The guards will catch her or the medicine will stop her heart. Either way we’ll call today a success.”

*************

Taglist: @purplekitten30 @lokisprettygirl22 @midnights-ramblings @huntress-artemiss @lokis-little-love @lokis-tigress @the-archangel-in-asgard @crimson25 @thedistractedagglomeration

[romanova-natalia]

Peanut Butter and Jelly

Pairing: Young!John Garrett x Reader

Request: Reader patches up John’s wounds, takes place in 7x11

A/N: As my name states, I am the CEO of Mini Garrett, would give my soul up for James Paxton and his big toothy smile. Bless him, bless his heart. Also! I’m gonna imagine that everything was good and fine after this and he lived, and if you want a part two where he lived and didn’t die just because that’s MY vision for this fic, just let me know!

Word Count: About 1.8k 

Warnings: Minor Season 7 spoilers, Blood, Wounds, Bandages, Bad Language Words - James was 25 while shooting this so both he and reader are 25 :) 

“You know I’m not the person that they described to you, right?” Garrett questioned, watching as you opened up a bag in front of him.

With a sigh, you set down the medical supplies. “No, you’re very much the same.” You mumbled, focusing on pulling out the correct medical supplies. It’s not like you were an expert, but you had picked up a few things from your mother - who had been a field medic in the war. 

“No, see I haven’t tried to end the world because there’s something wrong with me, that’s different. And, I’m currently alive.” He responded, that large grin of his covering his face. 

“I didn’t know that version of you, doesn’t make you any less of a giant dickhead.” You commented as you sat in front of Garrett, pouring some antiseptic onto a cloth as you glanced at his wounds to figure out which one you should take care of first. “And, you’re going to do that stuff in the future, anyway.” You said, finally deciding where to place your cloth, setting it lightly on his skin so as to not cause any pain - of course, there would be some pain, but you had hoped to keep it as gentle as possible.

The two of you had been friends for a while, your minimal experience with first aid and John’s willingness to get into dangerous situations made him feel the need to have you on his side. Though his eccentric personality was often a lot for you, as well as his lack of general morals on most fronts. You had taken a great liking to the man, despite both of those things. He was the same age as you, tall, attractive, funny in a cynical and mad type of way. 

Had it not been for the liking that you took to the man you most likely wouldn’t be sitting there with him at that very moment, dealing with SHIELD agents from the future and him doing more than evil things. You weren’t being manipulated into this by any means, though you didn’t know what he’d do if you left, you had no desire to leave. Although you had no idea why or how, you cared about the man in front of you - more than you were willing to admit. 

You were drawn back to reality as you heard a sharp intake of breath, most likely from the antiseptic. “I don’t have to do that stuff in the future, I can do something else.” John reasoned, mostly trying to distract himself from the stinging - though you’d patched up his wounds countless times, he was probably used to it in most capacities. 

“I don’t care what you do in the future, it’s not like you’re an angel now.” You responded, only half-into the conversation as you cleaned the blood off of his face, not really taking note of how close you were sitting since you were so focused on cleaning up the wounds as quickly as possible before they could become especially harmful. “I’ve stuck with you for a while, I’m not too sure I’ll ever have a desire to leave.” 

“Yeah, why is that anyway? Is it because I’m so charming?” Garrett questioned, raising an eyebrow as you moved your hand down to clean the blood off of his chin. “Because I’ve fucked you over a lot, and I never forced you to stay. Unless you thought I was forcing you... because I wasn’t.” He commented as he watched you work.

You paused for a second, not really knowing how to answer his question, before continuing to wipe off the blood. “I know you weren’t forcing me to stay, and if you tried to I would have kicked your ass.” You replied, moving to clean the blood from his ear out before setting the cloth down beside you. “I just… care about you.” You finally mumbled out as you grabbed the package of butterfly bandages from beside you.

“You care about me?” He questioned, watching as you opened up one of the bandages and applied it to one of the wounds on his face. “Well, that’s a relief.” He replied.

As soon as you finished applying the band-aid you dropped your hands, your face going deadpan as you met the man’s eyes. “Do you seriously just say, ‘that’s a relief’ as I spend my time unfucking the wounds on your face?” You questioned. “This is what I meant when I called you a giant dickhead.” You replied, poking the man in the forehead and picking up one last band-aid, noting another wound that was still slightly bleeding.

“I care about you too, obviously, or I wouldn’t insist that I bring you everywhere with me.” He replied, watching as you scoffed and went to open the band-aid.

“You bring me everywhere with you because you don’t know what to do if you get a bruise.” You teased as you lightly pressed the band-aid to John’s wound, making sure to keep it as closed as possible without hurting him.

“That’s not true, you’re my closest friend-”

“I’m your only friend-”

“That’s true, but I’m being serious, I really do care about you.” He finally said, watching as your eyes snapped to meet his, trying to detect some sort of lie within them. 

Despite your best efforts, you didn’t find a lie within his expression; your hand presently rested on the wound on his face seemingly wasn’t dropping. It was then that you finally noticed how close the two of you were sitting, that if you were to inch forward a tiny bit you would be sitting in the man’s lap rather than in front of him, that you would be able to feel his breath fanning over your face. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung caring about you onto you, I have no idea how to respond to that.” You finally breathed out, your voice wavering a tiny bit as your eyes flickered over John’s face.

“You could kiss me, just because you know we might di-” There wasn’t much thought going through your brain as you took his offer, interrupting his sentence to press your lips against his as you felt his hands rest on your hips - as best as they could with the handcuffs still on - and pull you to sit on top of his legs, seemingly to make it easier. Of course, you couldn’t resist letting a hand rest within that floppy dark hair that you had come to admire so much.

As you both pulled away, you panting and your partner’s face twitching back into that giant grin of his that you also admired a lot, you finally noticed one more thing. You noticed how Garrett had made you feel from the moment that you had met him, and how you had-oh-so-willingly followed every single thing he did like a groupie. You noticed that you were in love with the man, which was why you refused to watch his future when you were given the chance. 

“I think I’m in love with you-” You mumbled out before you could stop yourself, second away from jerking back and running off so you didn’t have to deal with the fallout of what you had just said, but he just pulled you closer.

“That’s really cool because I’m in love with you too, you can… you can be the peanut butter to my jelly.” He said, the toothy-grin only expanding as he watched your concerned face break into laughter.

“Fine, that just makes you the sticky one that you rush to the sink to clean off.” You mumbled, rather playfully as you finally collected yourself from the incredibly odd way he had decided to label your relationship. “But that does prove to me one thing, you know.” You finally said, letting your hand that was still resting over the wound move to cup John’s cheek. 

“What’s that?” He questioned, watching you with the smile still ever-present on his face.

“It proves that you’re still the version you I know, because nobody over the age of twenty-five would ever say ‘you’re the peanut butter to my jelly’ under any circumstance.” You said with another laugh.

He laughed along with you for a moment before pressing another light kiss to your lips. “You know we’ve gotta go out there at some point.” 

“No, you can just teleport, they’ll never know. We can find an abandoned cottage, pretend we’re French farmers. They’ll never find us.” You commented dreamily, only half-joking.

“As nice as your plan to elope is, I can’t really teleport with these on.” He said, you finally taking note once again of the fact that you were both essentially being held as prisoners at the moment. You hadn’t done anything, but you were complicit in him doing things, and you weren’t really willing to leave the man’s side under any circumstance.

With a sigh, you rested your head against his, even for just a moment. “Why don’t you just break that?” You proposed, fiddling with the device only to have your hands slapped away.

“That could hurt me, stop it.” He whined, not really understanding what the advanced handcuffs could really do to him, or you, if you tried to break him out of them. “You know,” He started, completely changing the subject from the matter as if to keep you from trying to break him out. “I could tell you what happens to us in the future because I’m pretty sure that you’ll lo-”

Your hand covered his mouth, shaking your head rapidly. “I don’t want to know, because I’m pretty sure I know enough,” you responded, watching his head tilt in confusion. You lowered your hand from his mouth and continued, “SHIELD left you for dead, and you joined a shitty organization to retaliate. They both fucked you over, which is why, once this whole thing is over, I think we should do something different.” You finally concluded, watching his confused face turn into yet another smile. 

“You really wanna elope with me, huh?” He teased, pressing another kiss to the corner of your lips as they formed into a pout. “Maybe once this is all over - from what I can tell, you were the only good part of my future anyway.” He finally said, maybe he would have continued to but Phil and May had come through the door - you were out of time. 

Reluctantly, you stood up, helping John stand up with his handcuffed state and walking with him out to where everyone else currently was, God you just hoped that this was going to work.

[artemiseamoon]

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[foreverwayward]

“Someone Like You” Ch. 7

Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, super fluff

Word Count: 1579

SOMEONE LIKE YOU MASTERLIST

Summary: this is the story of Dean, Sam and Y/N. As they grew, a friendship as children would bloom into something that would last a lifetime. But, its Dean who realized things can get confusing when you’re in love with your best friend.

April 2, 2002

It had been nearly two weeks since Sam had left for Stanford. John was still in the wind, leaving every call unanswered, even from Max. He had completely disappeared for the time being. 

The days seemed to bleed together and time no longer felt as if it mattered. Some days, Dean would be too hurt or broken to do much of anything, but the others were filled with laughter and moments he would remember the rest of his life. 

Y/N had decided to stay with Dean until things began to make more sense. She knew he was never meant to be on his own and that he needed someone to get him through. 

Max had already come and gone to take back his truck, needing to get back on the job. So, the two were left stranded at the Flamingo Lodge. The four walls of their room, the local diner, a movie rental shop, and the liquor store down the street had become their routine. Y/N and Dean did everything they could to kill the time and to forget that the world existed outside their door. 

It was also the first time the two had ever spent so much time alone. Whatever bond they had before those two weeks paled in comparison to the one they were finding in their days at the lodge. 

The ‘73 Western ‘Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid’ played on the tv in the background as Y/N and Dean sat on the bed. Empty beer bottles and containers that once held whiskey were scattered randomly through the room. It was as if they were able to finally behave their own age, young and careless for the first time. 

Dean chuckled proudly as he laid his hand of cards out on the unmade sheets. “Read ‘em and weep, Y/N/N--four of a kind.”

“Oh no,” she feigned with a faked pout. “I guess that means you win…”

Laughing victoriously, Dean then locked his fingers behind his head as he relaxed backward. “I told ya, shouldn’t have bet against the king.”

“The king?” Y/N asked. She then placed her cards out in front of him. “Well, tell the king to take a fuckin’ seat because the queen just served a royal flush.” When Dean looked down in shock, Y/N got up from the bed to begin a ridiculous victory dance. “You...owe...me...dinner…” she sang. “Uh-huh!”

The grin that took over Dean’s face was immense and he threw up his hands. “Alright, alright. You win. I surrender.”

She stopped and pointed at him playfully. “Smart choice, Winchester.”

Dean groaned with a stretch as he got up. “I’m gonna go take a shower because I am fuckin’ ripe, and then...I’ll take you out for dinner.”

“And dessert.”

“And dessert,” he laughed as he headed for the bathroom. 

Dean went to turn on the shower but turned at the sound of singing. As the water rained down on the other side of the shower curtain, Dean peered out from the cracked door. 

Y/N was singing along to the movie’s song ‘Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door’ as she cleaned up their messes around the room, swaying to the music. 

He scoffed with a laugh under his breath and just watched her. If Dean had ever been unsure of his feelings about her before, there was no room for doubt anymore. She was the only woman he had ever truly loved. 

Dean smiled so deeply that he felt his chest grow warm. Without her, he knew he wouldn’t have made it through everything that had happened with his family. 

And with that thought, he disappeared into the bathroom to finally take his shower. 

Not long later, Y/N sat on the bed as she put on her shoes. “Dean! I’m starving!”

“Don’t rush me, woman!” he yelled in a teasing tone. 

She snickered as she got up to throw on her jacket. “I got your coat,” she said loudly while picking it up and folding it over her arm. 

As she did, Dean’s wallet fell from his pocket. Y/N dipped down to pick it up and noticed a small, frayed strand coming from inside the tired leather. She opened the wallet and her heart stopped. There, tucked away for safekeeping, was an old and faded piece of string that had once been knotted. 

Y/N gently took the string into her hands with her mouth somewhat agape in shock. 

Dean came out from the bathroom as he was buttoning up his plaid shirt. “Alright, so are we eating at the diner or doing take out? ‘Cause you owe me another round of poker.” He froze in his tracks seeing what she had found and swallowed hard. 

Turning to him, she asked, “this isn’t…”

“Uh--” Dean cleared his throat. “It’s, uh--”

She shook her head in disbelief with an overwhelming smile. “Is this...is this the bracelet I gave you when we were kids?”

Feeling himself growing nauseous, his hands shaking with nerves, Dean didn’t know what to say. He was beyond embarrassed. “Yeah,” he answered cooly. 

Y/N scoffed. “I can’t believe you still have this.”

“Yeah, well, it’s--it’s no big deal. When it finally snapped after wearing it for so long,” Dean admitted with a nervous smile, “I guess I just never really wanted to get rid of it. I know--I know it’s really stupid.” Trying to laugh it off, Dean reached out a hand as if asking her to give it back. She did just that and he looked down at the old string with affection. “I dunno. Guess it just meant a lot to me.”

Again, Dean cleared his throat before tucking his treasure back into his wallet and returning it to its place in his coat. 

“Dean…” Y/N said softly. When he turned to her, she smirked. “Hold on.” She went to her bag and pulled out a leather bound journal. It was visibly cracked at the binding showing its constant use. The book was Y/N’s journal and she flipped to the center before pulling out a piece of string from among her drawings, scribbles, and deepest secrets. When she put the journal down, she looked over to Dean and shrugged innocently. 

He smiled, practically glowing. “Is that the one I gave you on my 18th birthday?”

“Mm-hmm…’dunno. Guess it just meant a lot to me’.” 

The room went quiet as Y/N lovingly placed the old bracelet back into its safe place. When she looked back at Dean, he was slowly walking towards her, closing the space between them. 

Dean almost audibly gulped as he stood close enough to smell her perfume. He peered down at her and hesitated before reaching to take her hands in his, his fingers playing with Y/N’s. It took all of his courage to meet her gaze.

“I, uh--” Dean laughed to himself. “God, I have no idea what I’m doing...”

As she waited for what he was struggling to say, Y/N felt her heart begin to pound.

“You...you mean more to me than I could ever tell you, Y/N/N. And, honestly? You’ve been one of the best parts of my life.”

With tears in her eyes, Y/N smiled as she sniffled. “Mine too.”

Dean leaned forward and their foreheads pressed together as they closed their eyes and inhaled deeply. He bit his lip. “I don’t wanna ruin this. I--I can’t ruin this.”

Y/N pulled away to look up at him and put a gentle hand on his cheek. Remembering what Max had said, she uttered, “we couldn’t if we tried.” 

Mustering every ounce of strength he had, Dean’s face fell as he finally unburdened himself of his deepest secret. “I love you, Y/N. And I don’t mean in a ‘kid-best friend-love’ kinda way. I mean a ‘heart-stopping...can’t-live-without-you’ kinda way.” Dean shrugged with a small smirk. “Pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since I was nine-years-old.” Tucking her hair behind her ear and away from her face, he looked into Y/N’s eyes. “Now, I have no idea how you feel about me, but, I’m done pretending that I don’t think of you every single day, or that I don’t miss you so much when we’re apart that it’s like--like I can’t breathe again until I’m with you.” 

A tear fell down Y/N’s smiling face and Dean wiped it away with a loving thumb. 

“But, if you don’t feel the same, I understand, and I--I don’t know how I could live without you in my life. So, I’ll do whatever I have to to make sure I don’t lose the best thing I’ve ever had.” 

Still quiet, her stomach twisting with anticipation, Y/N exhaled a nervous breath.

“Okay, but you gotta say something 'cause I’m losin’ my fuckin’ mind over here,” Dean chuckled anxiously. 

Y/N stared into Dean’s eager and desperate eyes until the pull between them was enough to suck the air from her chest. She took the sides of his face and tilted up onto her toes to bring her lips to his. A release of love like neither had ever known poured through a kiss that had quietly waited for thirteen years. The two had imagined that moment countless times, but the real thing made them feel more alive than anything they’d ever survived as hunters--it was like a raging fire that consumed them both.

As their kiss intensified, Dean’s face scrunched with emotion and passion as he held her, his fingers burying themselves into her hair. 

Panting and trembling, they pulled away from each other, still desperate for more. 

Y/N sighed. “I love you too.”

As Dean held onto to her waist, never looked away from her eyes, he took a nervous breath. “...really?”

Y/N’s fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck as she silently giggled. She bit her lip as she stared back at him, realizing that Max was right and that there was no denying the loved they shared. Y/N knew that in that moment, that she held her whole world in her arms--she had finally found home. 

“It was always you, Dean.”

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[solesurvivorkat]

AO3 Author Promo

Tagged by @noonvvraith & @teamhawkeye, thank you ladies!  :-D  <3

LONG post - I didn’t want to delete anyone’s name b/c all of us writers know how valuable word-of-mouth can be!  :-D (My personal AO3 info is at the very bottom)

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Thanks for the tag @novemberhush ! 💜

My fics on AO3 can be found here also under the name tabbytabbytabby. I’m gonna list ships I have fics for by fandoms below (since I have 640 fics across many fandoms and this seems like the easiest way).

Teen Wolf: Sterek, Thiam, Liam/Mason, Derek/Theo, Derek/Danny, Derek/Theo/Stiles, Sceo, Steo,  Isaac/Theo, Mason/Theo, Theo/Greenberg, Scott/Theo/Stiles, Nolan/Theo, Morey, Isaac/Nolan, Scisaac, Isaac/Danny, Liam/Isaac, Allisaac, Scanny, Scott/Nolan, Sciles, Stackson, Coach Finstock/Sheriff Stilinski, Laura/Marin, Laura/Lydia, Mason/Greenberg, Derek/Greenberg, Garrett/Greenberg, Danny/Greenberg, Danny/Corey, Danny/Jackson, Laura/Parrish, Allison/Violet, Cora/Lydia

9-1-1 / 9-1-1 Lone Star: Buddie, Tarlos

Merlin: Merthur

All American: Ashivia, Jasher

Game of Thrones: Braime, Gendrya, Theonsa

Chicago Fire: Brett/Casey

The Rookie: Chenford

Supernatural: Destiel

Harry Potter: Fremione, Drarry, Oliver/Percy

The Witcher: Geraskier

Prodigal Son: Malcolm/JT

Crossover pairings: Steve Harrington/Stiles Stilinski, Malcolm Bright/Stiles Stilinski, Draco/Theo, Allison Argent/Alaska Young, Olivia Baker/Greenberg, Dallas Winston/Billy Hargrove (and probably more that I missed)

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novemberhush:

Thanks for the tag @all-or-nothing-baby ! 😘 Everyone, go check out her fics!

Okay, folks, here’s my AO3 link. I go by novemberhush over there too and among my work you will find stories for:-

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Marvey (Suits)

Johnlock (BBC Sherlock)

McDanno (Hawaii Five-O)

Barisi (Law and Order: SVU)

Lewis/Hathaway (Lewis)

Thomas Barrow/Andy Parker a.k.a. ParkBarrow (Downton Abbey)

Thomas Barrow/Philip Lombard (Downton Abbey, And Then There Were None)

And my (so far) only attempt at writing something for the Supernatural fandom, a Dean/Sam Wincest fic (nothing physical actually happens between the guys, but there are incestuous feelings involved so it’s a case of don’t like, don’t read)

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all-or-nothing-baby:

i’m on mobile, so here’s a clunky-link… (ooh, I do like the way that sounds). if anyone is interested, i’ve got:

Destiel (SPN)

Megriel ( || )

Saileen ( || )

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

Sheriarty (BBC Sherlock)

Johnlock ( || )

The Unholy Trinity (Preacher)

Cherik (X-Men: Alternate Timeline Movies)

…and i have a lot I need to and will upload soon. also, i currently have some Symbrok (Venom) and Hannibal WIPs waiting in the wings.

all-or-nothing-baby | Archive of Our Own

my pseud is BundleOfSoy, btw

AND IF ANYONE WHO FANCIES GIVING ME SOME PROMPTS IN MY ASK BOX… ASK AWAY

…and i’ll take forever to write them! na, i’ll try my best xD

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verobatto-angelxhunter:

Quarantine Reading material!

To all my writers friends, let’s share our AO3 works with our beloved SPN fandom in these times of despair. Bring some sunshine to this family!

I’m BENKA79 in AO3 and here is my works link.

Love you all! 😘💕💕

Thanks for the tag @tabbytabbytabby!

My AO3 is here, and my fandoms are all over the place XD

Inception (Arthur/Eames), Teen Wolf (Sterek), How to Get Away with Murder (Coliver), Hollyoaks (Jarry), Dragon Age (various), Mass Effect (various), Marvel (Winteriron), As the world turns (Lure), to name the main ones, but there’s many others.

I would also like to take this opportunity to bring special attention to this fic (@spacerhapsody consider yourself tagged! :P) Please just click the link.

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Thanks for the tag @hazelestelle !!

I only wrote for one fandom (ME:A) and one pairing (f!reyder), but here’s the link to my AO3… Part 1 and 2 of Let’s Push Things Forward are completed, but concerning Part 3 I really don’t know if I’ll ever finish it… so, maybe best not to read that one, even though it’s prolly my favorite ;)

There’s also two smutty collections (here & here), for those of you interested xD

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Thank you for tagging me, @obvidalous ♥!

This is my AO3.

Nowadays, I’m only writing for Far Cry 5 fandom (and just one pairing, Jacob Seed/Female Deputy), but there’s also Mass Effect, Mass Effect Andromeda and Dragon Age one-shots there.

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thank you @starsandskies and @shellibisshe ❤️❤️❤️

my Ao3 is here

i’ve written for Far Cry 5, John Seed/Female Deputy specifically, as well as for Resident Evil, for Claire Redfield x Leon Kennedy

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@starsandskies @teamhawkeye thank you both so much for the tag, i pretty much saw this right when i woke up and it made my entire day 💕

My AO3 is here

Most of my writing there is Pacific Rim (Chaleigh for life) and a mix of FC4 (love writing Ajay) and FC5 (some reader insert/ a deputy with each of the Seeds).

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@weekend-writer , thank u for the tag, rey! <3

my AO3 is here ( i don’t like…post anything ever or really write anything unless my ONE brain cell demands it but there’s some trash there for u )

- fandom (s) : DAYS GONE, THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES, & FC5

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ME (SoleSurvivorKat):

Thank you again for the tag @noonvvraith & @teamhawkeye! Love you guys!  :-D  <3

HERE is my AO3 (’Kat123′).

I have 2 main fics/WIPs: one Fallout 4 one (’Shadow of Steel’ = FemSole/Maxson, FemLoneW/Danse), and one Far Cry 5 one (’The Book of John’ = FemDep/John Seed). I’ve also done a few one-shots & gift one-shots for people as well (which you’ll see on my ‘works’ page)

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The Masterplan

Grant Ward x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1202 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader is John Garrett’s daughter who has been in love with Ward since she was a young girl. They have a plan to infiltrate Coulson’s team even further than they already were. 

Part 2

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Ward was the only person who could go undercover at S.H.I.E.L.D without calling attention to the existence of Hydra. You understood that, and it made perfect sense, but that didn't stop you from arguing with your father about it.

To the rest of the world, he was John Garrett, an apprentice to Nicholas J. Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D but to you, he was dad.

By that fact alone, it wouldn't have surprised anyone that you were the way that you were. John was abrasive and intense with a big mouth and a bit of a problem with lying, and all of those things could be said about you too.

However, it wasn't all bad. You were also driven, and loyal and hyper-emotional when you needed to be. There were good things about you, just like anyone else, you just preferred to keep those things hidden when you could.

You had offered to go undercover in Ward's place but it wouldn't have been nearly as effective. Phil Coulson had seen you grow up and your face had been around in every aspect of S.H.I.E.L.D already, so the business side would be easy...the emotional would be the tricky part.

Grant Ward was a blank canvas, and could be whoever he wanted on command. He was tactical and ruthless, a calculated killer and just what you needed.

And it had worked, better than anyone else could have predicted. They accepted him into their ranks and into their family...maybe that was why you were shocked to see him back in the wake of S.H.I.E.L.D falling.

It was a terrible tactical move, but personally, you were glad to have him back.

You hadn't seen Grant Ward in years, and you'd missed him.

There was a lot of history between you both and seeing him again shocked you. It took a moment to adjust when you entered the barber shop and saw him sitting at that card table with your father.

It had just been so long, and you weren't prepared for a reunion like this.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your composure as best you could without making it too obvious that your heart was racing. There was just something about Grant that made you feel like a giddy little school girl, even now.

That probably had something to do with the fact that Grant was the only man you'd ever let in. He was the only person you cared about, in any capacity and he meant the world to you.

Ward couldn't help but smile at the sight of you. It really was as if you were a sight for sore eyes, and he'd waited far too long to seek you out. "Just couldn't stay away" he shrugged, looking down at your father slightly for his permission before rushing to hug you.

The slight nod your father gave was all the permission he needed before wrapping his arms around you, spinning you around in the air as if you were weightless. "I've missed you" he purred in your ear, keeping it just loud enough for you to hear so that no one else in the room could.

Your father didn't have many reservations about you and Ward getting too close, you were both adults, but it wasn't something you two wanted to share. That was simply because it had been going on a lot longer than today and it had been a rule when you two were teenagers.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been gone so long" you teased, giggling in his own ear before he set you back on the ground. You had a point...not that Ward actually left you here on purpose.

If he took you with him, it would draw all kinds of suspicion to him now. Everyone at what was left of S.H.I.E.L.D now knew that your father was a top leader in Hydra and if you showed your face there without the right cover story, you could be in some real trouble.

Maybe he could swing it, but it would be risky for sure.

"I'll see what I can do Y/N, how does that sound?" he grinned, clearly amused by himself. You nodded but then returned to your fathers side with little consideration. Your whole world was sitting in this room and you'd do anything to protect it, now more than ever.

"So what's the plan Pops? Anything good?" you questioned, sitting down on the arm of his chair, draping your arm lightly over his shoulder. The older man smiled at you, chuckling in that way that he always did when he knew something no one else did.

He could be so dramatic sometimes. "Believe me baby doll, I've got this all under control" he allowed, not only was he dramatic, but he could also be very secretive, even from you.

You would have liked to actually be a part of the planning process but you knew better than to ask. If your dad wanted you to know, he would tell you. It would all come in due time.

"Okay, so what do I do in the mean time?" you asked, desperate to do anything you could to help the cause. The whole plan was simple the way that it was broken down and you weren't sure that it was going to work out well for you.

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"You're sure this is going to work?" you wondered, crawling inside the passenger side of the plane. The idea of him going back to Coulson's team, in a secure safe house no less, was stressful.

There were just too many things that could go wrong, and you had only just gotten him back.

"It will be fine doll, just breath" he grinned, teasing you. Grant had always been this way with you, every little thing was something he could joke about or play off for a laugh.

The plan would work. You kept telling yourself that, just kept repeating it like a prayer. Both men had thought it through and were ready for anything that happened.

You would go back to the compound with Grant, playing up the fact that your father had escaped from the fridge. You'd tell them that Ward had picked you up from your home on his way back as a protective measure and Coulson would eat it up.

He had seen you grow up from a foot tall, wobbling tyke. He'd known you at every pivotal step of your life and a few tears would bring all those memories back...or at least, that's what you were counting on.

"They'll believe it, just let me do the heavy lifting" he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the side of your face before starting the plane's large jet engine. You nodded, letting it all sink in.

You were dealing with a lot but it would be fine...you knew that as long as you trusted Grant and let him do his thing, everything would be fine.

Your job was to smile and look pretty, it was the only way that it would all work. Trust was the only way, and luckily for you, you had the one person in the world you loved and trusted by your side.

[artbydip]

I first painted Sophie three years ago. She’s my most popular painting. She died young trying to protect people that needed to be protected. This painting is a two stencil piece on glass. Read below for more information on Sophie. Sophia Magdalena Scholl (9 May 1921 – 22 February 1943) was a German student and anti-Nazi political activist, active within the White Rose non-violent resistance group in Nazi Germany. She was convicted of high treason after having been found distributing anti-war leaflets at the University of Munich (LMU) with her brother, Hans. As a result, she was executed by guillotine. Since the 1970s, Scholl has been extensively commemorated for her anti-Nazi resistance work. Scholl was brought up in the Lutheran church. She entered junior or grade school at the age of seven, learned easily, and had a carefree childhood. In 1930, the family moved to Ludwigsburg and then two years later to Ulmwhere her father had a business consulting office. In 1932, Scholl started attending a secondary school for girls. At the age of twelve, she chose to join the Bund Deutscher Mädel (League of German Girls), as did most of her classmates. Her initial enthusiasm gradually gave way to criticism. She was aware of the dissenting political views of her father, friends, and some teachers. Even her own brother Hans, who once eagerly participated in the Hitler Youth program, became entirely disillusioned with the Nazi Party.Political attitude had become an essential criterion in her choice of friends. The arrest of her brothers and friends in 1937 for participating in the German Youth Movement left a strong impression on her. She had a talent for drawing and painting and for the first time, came into contact with a few so-called “degenerate” artists. An avid reader, she developed a growing interest in philosophy and theology. In spring 1940, she graduated from secondary school, where the subject of her essay was “The Hand that Moved the Cradle, Moved the World.” Scholl nearly did not graduate, having lost any desire to participate in the classes which had largely become Nazi indoctrination. Being fond of children, she became a kindergarten teacher at the Fröbel Institute in Ulm. She had also chosen this job hoping that it would be recognized as an alternative service to Reichsarbeitsdienst (National Labor Service), a prerequisite to be admitted to the university. This was not the case, though, and in spring 1941 she began a six-month stint in the auxiliary war service as a nursery teacher in Blumberg. The military-like regimen of the Labor Service caused her to think very hard about the political situation and to begin practicing passive resistance. After her six months in the National Labor Service, in May 1942, she enrolled at the University of Munich as a student of biology and philosophy. Her brother Hans, who was studying medicine there, introduced her to his friends. Although this group of friends eventually was known for their political views, they initially were drawn together by a shared love of art, music, literature, philosophy, and theology. Hiking in the mountains, skiing and swimming were also of importance to them. They often attended concerts, plays, and lectures together. In Munich, Scholl met a number of artists, writers, and philosophers, particularly Carl Muth and Theodor Haecker, who were important contacts for her. The question they pondered the most was how the individual must act under a dictatorship. During the summer vacation in 1942, Scholl had to do war service in a metallurgical plant in Ulm. At the same time, her father was serving time in prison for having made a critical remark to an employee about Hitler. Between 1940 and 1941, Scholl’s brother, Hans Scholl, a former member of the Hitler Youth, began questioning the principles and policies of the Nazi regime. As a student at the University of Munich, Hans Scholl met two Roman Catholic men of letters who redirected his life, inspiring him to turn from studying medicine and pursue religion, philosophy, and the arts. Gathering around him like-minded friends, Alexander Schmorell, Wil Graff, and Jurgen Wittenstein, they eventually adopted a strategy of passive resistance towards the Nazis by writing and publishing leaflets that called for democracy and social justice, calling themselves the White Rose. In the summer of 1942, four leaflets were written and distributed throughout the school and central Germany. Based upon letters between Scholl and her boyfriend, Fritz Hartnagel (reported and analyzed by Gunter Biemer and Jakob Knab in the journal Newman Studien), she had given two volumes of Cardinal John Henry Newman’s sermons to Hartnagel when he was deployed to the eastern front in May 1942. This discovery by Jakob Knab shows the importance of religion in Scholl’s life and was highlighted in an article in the Catholic Herald in the UK. Scholl learned of the White Rose pamphlet when she found one at her university. Realizing her brother helped write the pamphlet, Scholl herself began to work on the White Rose. The group of authors had been horrified by Hartnagel’s reports of German war crimes on the Eastern Front where Hartnagel witnessed Soviet POWs being shot in a mass grave and learned of the mass killings of Jews. Her correspondence with Hartnagel deeply discussed the “theology of conscience” developed in Newman’s writings. This is seen as her primary defense in her transcribed interrogations leading to her “trial” and execution. Those transcripts became the basis for a 2005 film treatment, Sophie Scholl – The Final Days. With six core members, three more White Rose pamphlets were created and circulated over the summer of 1942. he core members initially included Hans Scholl (Sophie’s brother), Willi Graf, Christoph Probst and Alexander Schmorell (Schmorell was canonized by the Russian Orthodox Church in 2012). Initially her brother had been keen to keep her unaware of their activities, but once she discovered them she joined him and proved valuable to the group because, as a woman, her chances of being randomly stopped by the SS were much smaller. Calling themselves the White Rose, they instructed Germans to passively resist the Nazi government. The pamphlet used both Biblical and philosophical support for an intellectual argument of resistance. In addition to authorship and protection, Scholl helped copy, distribute and mail pamphlets while also managing the group’s finances. She and the rest of the White Rose were arrested for distributing the sixth leaflet at the University of Munich on 18 February 1943. In the People’s Court before Judge Roland Freisler on 21 February 1943, Scholl was recorded as saying these words: Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by many others. They just don’t dare express themselves as we did. No testimony was allowed for the defendants; this was their only defense. On 22 February 1943, Scholl, her brother, Hans, and their friend, Christoph Probst, were found guilty of treason and condemned to death. They were all beheaded by a guillotine by executioner Johann Reichhart in Munich’s Stadelheim Prison only a few hours later, at 17:00 hrs. The execution was supervised by Walter Roemer, the enforcement chief of the Munich district court. Prison officials, in later describing the scene, emphasized the courage with which she walked to her execution. Her last words were: “How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause? Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action?” Fritz Hartnagel was evacuated from Stalingrad in January 1943, but did not return to Germany before Sophie was executed. In October 1945, he married Sophie’s sister Elisabeth. Following her death, a copy of the sixth leaflet was smuggled out of Germany through Scandinavia to the UK by German jurist Helmuth James Graf von Moltke, where it was used by the Allied Forces. In mid-1943, they dropped over Germany millions of propaganda copies of the tract, now retitled The Manifesto of the Students of Munich. In a historical context, the White Rose’s legacy has significance for many commentators, both as a demonstration of exemplary spiritual courage, and as a well-documented case of social dissent in a society of violent repression, censorship, and conformist pressure. Playwright Lillian Garrett-Groag stated in Newsday on 22 February 1993, that “It is possibly the most spectacular moment of resistance that I can think of in the twentieth century … The fact that five little kids, in the mouth of the wolf, where it really counted, had the tremendous courage to do what they did, is spectacular to me. I know that the world is better for them having been there, but I do not know why.” In the same issue of Newsday, Holocaust historian Jud Newborn noted that “You cannot really measure the effect of this kind of resistance in whether or not X number of bridges were blown up or a regime fell … The White Rose really has a more symbolic value, but that’s a very important value.” Else Gebel shared Sophie Scholl’s cell and recorded her last words before being taken away to be executed. “It is such a splendid sunny day, and I have to go. But how many have to die on the battlefield in these days, how many young, promising lives. What does my death matter if by our acts thousands are warned and alerted. Among the student body there will certainly be a revolt.”