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I want to read. But for some reason nothing comes up when I search for what I want. Not here, not on AO3... So if anyone can help me, I would very much be in you debt.
I want to read fluff, hurt/comfort, pining, falling in love, idiots to lovers... just cute stuff. And I'm in a Loki hole today. Though I'm not adverse to reading Bucky or Steve or Mando... I'm not that picky, really, but I just have this itch that I can't seem to scratch right now.
}Welcome to Week 11 2024 or Week 219, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.
I hope you enjoy it!
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 11 2024:
A lot of good stories on this one. And I'm honoured to be included <3
I hope you know I haven't been on the whole fanfic wagon for a while but you new one with Steve pulled me right back in! I've gone through all of your Sam ones haha and making my way through the rest. So thank you!!!
Aww, you're so kind!
And you'll be happy to know that I spend my much breaks at work writing, so there should be a new pic in oh, about a month? XP
Steve Rogers x reader
Being on a mission, even with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, is a dangerous thing. One could become injured, and maybe even need someone to take care of oneself…
A/N: trying to get into writing again – it’s been a while (you might even say it’s been a long, long time XD ). Contains violence, swearing, bodily harm. Also pining and awkwardness. And a dose of idiots to lovers.
Obligatory English is not my first language.
Word count: 8893
The evening is freezing cold. There is promise of snow in the air, but none of us have the time to appreciate it. We have a job to do. Villains to stop, a world to save. You know, the usual. It should be a quick in and out again. Cap and Bucky are taking the helm on this, and I’m bringing up the rear today.
The only thing heard in the cargo bay as we ready ourselves, check the gear one last time before they let us go, is the noise from the quinjet. Then almost total silence as the pilot switches into stealth mode. A buckle snaps into place, soft steps on the hard floor, a cough. It’s the quiet before the storm.
Babes I'm crying laughing screaming in happiness that you're writing again!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you! I'm really happy to get back at it. I've started a new story too, but I'm not sure if it'll lead anywhere yet.
Steve Rogers x reader
Being on a mission, even with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, is a dangerous thing. One could become injured, and maybe even need someone to take care of oneself…
A/N: trying to get into writing again – it’s been a while (you might even say it’s been a long, long time XD ). Contains violence, swearing, bodily harm. Also pining and awkwardness. And a dose of idiots to lovers.
Obligatory English is not my first language.
Word count: 8893
The evening is freezing cold. There is promise of snow in the air, but none of us have the time to appreciate it. We have a job to do. Villains to stop, a world to save. You know, the usual. It should be a quick in and out again. Cap and Bucky are taking the helm on this, and I’m bringing up the rear today.
The only thing heard in the cargo bay as we ready ourselves, check the gear one last time before they let us go, is the noise from the quinjet. Then almost total silence as the pilot switches into stealth mode. A buckle snaps into place, soft steps on the hard floor, a cough. It’s the quiet before the storm.
Steve Rogers x reader
Being on a mission, even with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, is a dangerous thing. One could become injured, and maybe even need someone to take care of oneself…
A/N: trying to get into writing again – it’s been a while (you might even say it’s been a long, long time XD ). Contains violence, swearing, bodily harm. Also pining and awkwardness. And a dose of idiots to lovers.
Obligatory English is not my first language.
Word count: 8893
The evening is freezing cold. There is promise of snow in the air, but none of us have the time to appreciate it. We have a job to do. Villains to stop, a world to save. You know, the usual. It should be a quick in and out again. Cap and Bucky are taking the helm on this, and I’m bringing up the rear today.
The only thing heard in the cargo bay as we ready ourselves, check the gear one last time before they let us go, is the noise from the quinjet. Then almost total silence as the pilot switches into stealth mode. A buckle snaps into place, soft steps on the hard floor, a cough. It’s the quiet before the storm.
Steve Rogers x reader
Being on a mission, even with Captain America and Bucky Barnes, is a dangerous thing. One could become injured, and maybe even need someone to take care of oneself…
A/N: trying to get into writing again – it’s been a while (you might even say it’s been a long, long time XD ). Contains violence, swearing, bodily harm. Also pining and awkwardness. And a dose of idiots to lovers.
Obligatory English is not my first language.
Word count: 8893
The evening is freezing cold. There is promise of snow in the air, but none of us have the time to appreciate it. We have a job to do. Villains to stop, a world to save. You know, the usual. It should be a quick in and out again. Cap and Bucky are taking the helm on this, and I’m bringing up the rear today.
The only thing heard in the cargo bay as we ready ourselves, check the gear one last time before they let us go, is the noise from the quinjet. Then almost total silence as the pilot switches into stealth mode. A buckle snaps into place, soft steps on the hard floor, a cough. It’s the quiet before the storm.
What’s this? I’m writing? 🤩
I'm at 5900 words now, and I'm gonna have to be good if I'm gonna keep it under 7000. But maybe that's a good thing. I'm enjoying it either way :) (and yes, that picture is from the break room at work)
Din Djarin x fem!reader
Word count-3.6k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), sexworker reader (respectfully), mutual pining, reader is said to have been with both men and women but her sexuality is up to you, unprotected sex, hj, finering, oral (f receiving), protective!Din, soft!Din, feelings, no description of reader other than body parts and no use of y/n
Notes- This is part a bonus Valentines fic and part a thank you for 5,000 followers fic! I would have liked to do a full follower celebration but since I'm low on writing time lately, I'm doing 2 gift fics for y'all instead. I just want to say thank you each and every one of you for following and supporting me all these years!
Since this is Star Wars, I looked up if there was anything like Valentine's Day and while there isn't one canonically, there is a "Lover's Day" that the fandom kinda agreed is equivalent so I used that here but it can be read any time of year since it's Star Wars and we can say it's any time lol! Enjoy!
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You were exhausted.
If you were honest, you weren’t even sure what day it was… or even what time of day at all. Things had never been busier at the brothel the last couple days, and you weren’t sure why. Especially today it was back to back clients for you. The extra credits were nice, and much needed, but by the Maker were you wiped out. But it wasn’t all bad. The brothel you worked at was safe and respectable and the clients almost always tipped well. You even had a lengthy list of regulars, which was nice. Many of them even came by today too.
Well, that was a wake up <3 Been a while since I've read smut before breakfast, but I can't say I regret it :)
Scorching hot, and surprisingly sweet. Just how I like it
synopsis: you can't sleep so castiel helps you
a/n: i am sick with covid and have been rewatching supernatural with my boo. castiel was literally my second crush ever, and i missed him so much, so i decided to write something (based on the fact i'm an insomniac who would totally sleep on an angel if offered)
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
It was supposed to go: hunting a monster in the woods and returning to some dingy motel that Dean found at the end of the day. Instead, the chase led you and the rest of the squad so deep into the woods that it was wiser to set up camp than try and trek back to civilization. The camp included a rock outcropping to protect from the weather, a shitty fire, and a lack of comfortable sleeping arrangements. Sam and Dean were used to sleeping on almost anything so they could pass out immediately. You, on the other hand, had insomnia sleeping in a regular bed and knew you were going to struggle to fall asleep with nothing more than the moss covering the ground.
THIS IS SO ADORABLE!!!!
I second this. So cute!
“Sam!” You cry into the phone.
“Hey, hey, whoa. Take it easy. What’s going on?” Concern crosses his face, and you hear it, even though you aren’t looking at him.
“He - he’s drinking again. Sam hurry!” Your phone clatters onto the hardwood floor as your shrieks and cries fill Sam’s ear.
Before he can consciously make the effort, his feet carry him swiftly to the car and he’s on his way to you.
“Y/N!” His voice booms through the house. There’s nothing - no sounds, no movement, not even so much as a television haphazardly left on. There’s just… nothing. Sam’s oversized boots thud against the floor while he searches for you, gun in hand and finger ready to squeeze the trigger.
“Y/N…” He whispers into the dimly lit house, illuminated only by the street lamps glowing through the windows.
“Sam.” Your voice is weak, barely even audible to his ears, but he hears it. He swears he hears it. “Sam?” There it is again. You’re cowering in the linen closet, a beige washcloth over your hand.
“What happened?” He kneels beside you, one knee on the floor while the other holds his elbow. “Where is he?” Sam’s head does a quick turn as he glances around the hallway.
“He… Sam, I… he’s dead.” Your teeth chatter from the winter breeze that swept through the open windows, but the cold wasn’t the reason your body was shaking. Sam lifts the blood-stained rag covering your hand to reveal a kitchen knife caked in blackened, dried blood.
“Y/N…” Sam’s fingers delicately pull the knife from your hands and it falls to the floor with the loudest noise you’ve heard since the scream. You jump and end up in Sam’s arms. He wraps his long limbs around you and pulls you against his chest. “I’ve got you.” He murmurs, lips falling against your hair. “He can’t hurt you anymore.” Goosebumps litter Sam’s skin as he thinks about you taking someone’s life - taking your father’s life - in cold blood.
He’s sure you had your reasons, especially as he walks with you into the bathroom to get you cleaned up and sees the bruises along your face and arms. Sam knows you’re not a killer - or… you weren’t. He’s determined - now more than ever - to get you back to the girl he fell in love with back when you were barely teenagers, running around and diving in and out of cars at you Uncle Bobby’s, just long enough to sneak a few kisses, maybe even run a hand through one another’s hair in the back seat before Dean or Bobby, sometimes John came out to catch you.
Sam wanted the old you back, but after that night, he’d never get it.
Oh, my heart!!!
Fluff prompts
"isn't the view beautiful?" With Dream or "you're lucky you're hot." With Matt. Totally up to you, take your pick =)
Okay, so I went with the first option!! I hope you enjoy this!
You loved visiting the Dreaming. The realm fascinated you and you would spend all your time there if it were possible. Instead, you spent stolen moments within the various places. Somedays you roamed the library, speaking with Lucienne and even occasionally Merv. Other days, you visited with Cain and Abel. You only knew the Dreaming as the ruined kingdom it had become with the loss of it's ruler and yet, you still found it beautiful.
How cute :)
Title: Cherry Bomb
Characters: Jensen x Reader
Summary: While you’re on a road trip to visit your friend, your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, leaving you no choice but to accept the help of a handsome stranger.
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Heavy Dub-con, groping, fingering, slight panty kink, stranger sex, public sex.
A/N: There’s no real context about Jensen other than he drives the Impala, so you can imagine him as a regular dude with that car or as himself, whatever floats your boat. Image from @justjensenanddean. Beta by @that-crazy-drummer-chick. Let me know if y’all like it :)
All you’d wanted to do was stretch your legs and take a picture of the beautiful panoramic sky, but life had other plans. Half an hour passed as you wracked your brain and flipped through the car manual, trying to figure out why your car wouldn’t start when you’d returned from your back-road photo shoot.
With no reception or internet service, you feared you’d be stuck if no one came along soon. You’d passed a town a ways back, but it was too far to walk in the starch heat of summer.
The sound of a car approaching should have been a relief, but the sight of the black car coming over the horizon somehow left you slightly uneasy. All the paranoia of being a woman, you thought, pushing your fear out of your mind as you flagged down the driver.
The slick black car gleamed under the sun and when the door squeaked open, a tall, rugged, drop-dead-gorgeous man emerged.
“Car troubles?” he asked, and the rumble of his voice matched that of his car.
“Yeah,” you admitted. “I don’t know much about cars but the way it was shaking when I tried to start it up, I think it might be a bad spark plug?”
The stranger nodded and stepped forward, extending a large hand your way. “Let’s check it out. I’m Jensen.”
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Ooh! Well worth a read!
Sometimes you're just an introverted loser who sits alone in your room with a cup of tea and a book, has fantasies about morally grey fictional characters, is severely touch starved with a completely fucked up sleep schedule and slowly declining mental health.
*Me looking frantically around my room for the camera*
I really want to write more, but I’m all out of ideas lately. Anyone have any prompts for me? I can’t promise they get written, but I’ll be eternally grateful if you help me get my inspiration back.
Bucky Barnes x reader
Had to divide the story into four parts, and I’m working as fast as I can to finish the rest.
Please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :) Especially if you like it.
Everybody’s alive.
When Natasha catches your reaction to seeing a soaking wet Bucky coming in from the rain, your life becomes unbearable. Nat considers herself a decent matchmaker, but what happens when both her subjects are resisting her attempts?
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Part 1: Matchmaker
Word count: 4412
It had been raining for weeks. Racing streaks down the glass. Soft drumming against the umbrella. Big, fat drops of water splashing against the pavement, sending shivers through my body whenever they hit my skin. Two in rapid succession on my neck – don’t know how, though, my coat collar was pulled up as high as it could go, and my umbrella was larger than average. Then one straight into my ear, which made me squeak in disgust. This had to be an omen.
Now that all parts are posted, I’m reblogging the first again. You know, for reasons :)
