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Separation

Requested by Anon - Could you write one where Dean finds out he has a daughter (about same age as jack is physically) with one of his old one night stand. She comes to live in the bunker, and Jack is all heart eyes for her and Dean tries to keep them apart?

You had been living in the bunker for only a week and already you and Jack were attached at the hip. You moved in with your father Dean after your mother died and although the two of you were still figuring each other out, you and Jack already knew pretty much every detail there was to know about the other person.

“Do you eat anything other than french toast for breakfast?” Dean asked, as you and Jack moved in unison around the kitchen.

“I do, but I don’t know if Jack ever will again,” you said. “Every morning it’s the same thing, ‘Y/N can we have french toast for breakfast,’ and I mean how can I say no to that face.” You squished Jack’s face in your hands while he smiled at you.

“Really guys?” Sam said, walking into the kitchen. “Where we eat food?”

You waved him off.

“So Y/N, I figured today we could start some basic training,” Dean said. “Just something to at least defend yourself with.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “After breakfast?”

“Can I come?” Jack asked.

“Sure,” you said at the same time, Dean said, “No.”

“Why not?” you asked, frowning.

“I don’t need you distracted. Sam, why don’t you take Jack on whatever it was you were doing today.”

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. “Yeah Jack, you’ll come with me today, I got some stuff to do.”

After breakfast the four of you split up and continued to every day after that.

After about a week of you barely having spent any time with Jack or even Sam for that matter, you were annoyed.

“Dad, what are you trying to do?” You were tired after a full day of training and while you just wanted to go to bed, you had dragged yourself out of your room after a shower.

Jack, Sam, and Dean were in the kitchen talking.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“You don’t let me hang out with Jack anymore and I do know what you’re trying to do.”

“Listen, you two got real close real quick and I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

“I know you’re just trying to protect us but we are fully capable of handling our relationship, whatever it may be, by ourselves. And besides, I think Sam needs a Jack break.”

“Fine,” Dean said. “We won’t train tomorrow and Sam you can have a break.”

“Great,” you said. “Now that we have this all sorted. Jack do you want to watch a movie?”

Jack practically jumped from his seat. “Yes.”

“Watch it in the main room where I can see you,” Dean said as we left the kitchen.

You had barely made it ten minutes into the movie when you fell asleep in Jack’s arms.

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For Supernatural, how about one where the reader is dating Lucifer and is close to Sam and Dean? She’s usually is one not to swear, but she has been having issues with trying to mend her relationship with her dad. Lucifer doesn’t know much about it just what she told him. The reader is talking to her dad on the phone in the kitchen, unaware Lucifer is behind her. Than out of the blue, she tells her dad to eff off and hangs up on him. Lucifer was both surprised and amused by that. She later joins

Yes to both requests! 💚

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Could you write one where Dean finds out he has a daughter (about same age as jack is physicly) with one of his old one night stand. She comes to live in the bunker, and Jack is all hearteyes for her and Dean tries to keep them apart

I'd love to! 💛

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Are requests for jack Kline open?

Yes!

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Scars

TW: self harm, depression, angst

Requested by Anonymous

“You have a lot of scars,” Jack said, watching Sam stitch up your shoulder.

You could feel Sam tense up and you followed Jack’s gaze to your exposed arms. Covered in scars, most were faded but some were still clearly visible.

“Yeah,” you said, hoping your one word answer and uninterested tone would make Jack move on.

“Is that why you wear long sleeves all the time?”

“Yes.”

“What caused them?”

“Ok Jack,” Dean said, getting up from his spot on the couch where he was drinking beer, “let’s talk about something else shall we?”

Dean noticed your discomfort and it made him and Sam tense whenever anything to do with your self harm was brought up.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. “Did I say something?”

“No Jack, it’s fine,” you said. “Can you get me a soda from the fridge?”

Jack got up, always happy to help and Dean took his spot. “You ok?”

“Should I tell him?” you asked.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea Y/N,” Sam said. “You don’t like talking about it and maybe we should keep that kind of stuff away from Jack, you know. For as long as we can.”

“He’s not a child, Sam,” Dean said. “But also you should be comfortable talking about it. So while we shouldn’t shelter Jack from stuff, you shouldn’t feel pressured to tell him about anything.” Dean gave Sam a look.

“I’m just saying that we don’t need to tell him about every bad thing in the world,” Sam argued.

Sam finally finished stitching you up and you left him and Dean to bicker while you went to find Jack.

“Hey Jack,” you said, leaning against the door frame to the kitchen. “I came looking for you because you never got back to me with my soda.”

“Oh,” he said, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry, you like S/N, right?”

“I wasn’t being serious, it’s fine.”

“Oh.”

“What are you up to?”

“I was going back to ask if anybody else wanted something to drink when I heard Sam say self harm. I was just looking up what it had to do with your scars. Why did you do it?”

You contemplated what to tell him the truth or to gloss over it. “I was tired. Of this life. I felt like every time we killed one thing another popped up and then another and another and it sort of felt like what’s the point. We tell ourselves that we can’t save everybody but that’s exactly what we’re trying to do and we can’t save everybody. Dealing with dead people and monsters and killing things that present as human takes a toll on your mind.”

“What about Sam and Dean? Have they ever done anything like that?”

“No, they’ve been tired before but they were made for this life. I mean can you imagine them doing anything else.”

“No.”

“Yeah well… it’s been a while since I’ve, you know.”

“What made you stop?”

“Medication. It put me in a better mindset and I was able to find better coping mechanisms.”

“I’m glad you don’t hurt yourself anymore and that you’re happy.”

“Thank you Jack.”

“Can I hug you?”

You nodded, opening your arms and he walked into them, holding you tight.

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Caught

“Newt!” you yelled, walking into the Homestead “I know you’re in here, Frypan told me. Where were you last night? I was waiting here for you and you never showed-” you stopped. All the keepers and Thomas were there. They were having a meeting.

Thomas looked away and Gally glared at Newt as Newt looked around nervously.

“Shit. I didn’t know you weren’t alone,” you said, sighing as you closed your eyes.

“Newt, is there something you would like to tell us?” Gally asked.

“Not really,” Newt said.

“Newt,” this time it came from Alby.

“Fine,” he said, throwing his hands up. “Me and Y/N are together. Happy?”

“No,” Gally said. “No relationships are allowed. It’s the ru-”

“Rules. Yeah, I know,” Newt snapped. “I helped make them.”

“Well I can see that you’re busy,” you said. “So I’m just going to go.” You turned to leave but was stopped by Alby’s voice.

“Y/N. Stay. We have to discuss consequences.”

“Why were you even planning on meeting in here?” Zart asked.

You and Newt exchanged looks and Zart realized the answer. “Oh. Oh! That’s gross, we meet in here and we sit and stand in here and breathe the air in here. Why would you do try to do that to us?”

Newt snorted. “I didn’t make it here yesterday but that doesn’t mean we haven’t met here before.”

“Ew,” everybody said, getting up.

“The meeting is moved outside,” Alby said.

You were holding back a smile as everybody walked past you.

Alby turned towards the both of you. “We’ll discuss punishment later but until then you two are in charge of cleaning everything up in here. Is that understood? This place needs to be disinfected, immediately. I don’t want to see your shank faces again until then. Got it? ”

“Loud and clear,” you said.

Alby started walking away, “There will not be any shuck faced babies running around here. Is that understood?”

You and Newt flushed before nodding.

“Good. Now clean this place up. Shucking shanks.”

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In the Position of Danger

“Bucky!” you yelled.

The whole team was on the Quinjet and you were pissed at one man in particular.

“What the hell did you think you were doing? I told you what the plan was and you completely abandoned your position.”

“You were in trouble,” Bucky countered.

“I was fine. I could handle it. I don’t come up with the plans and take into consideration everyone’s strengths and weaknesses to put them in position for fun. I wouldn’t put myself or anyone else in a position to get hurt if I knew they couldn’t handle it. You put me in danger when you ran to “help me” and in turn brought everyone fighting against you. We could’ve died.”

“I’m sorry,” he looked genuinely sad and apologetic.

“Yeah,” you said.  “You should be.” You stopped your pacing and went to sit next to him.

He placed his head on your shoulder and you kissed the top of it. “I love you and I know you don’t want me to get hurt but this is the job. This is what we do.”

“I love you too,” he said. “And I know this is the job, I’ll do better next time. I promise.”

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Yo, I love your blog. I was wondering if you could do a Jack Kline x Reader imagine where Jack sees some of her scars and asks her about them. Some angst, some fluff, whatever. :)

Yes! 💛

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A Certain Handsome Prince

Requested by @mysticalfairytales - Can you do a black!female reader x Ivar the Boneless imagine?

A/N - I’m so sorry this took so long, thank you for being patient with me and waiting. I hope you all enjoy!

You heard Ivar start to stir in bed as you had your hair braided. Tiny braids that took a long time but lasted for a while, not like the other girls hair in the kingdom. When your father had married you off to prevent war and get some protection from a neighboring African country, you had taken your handmaidens with you for this specific reason.

“Morning,” Ivar grumbled, voice muffled by the pillow he still lay on.

“Morning. Did you sleep okay? You were having night pains in your sleep and I massaged your legs until you calmed down.”

“I slept fine.” You could hear the frown in his voice. He never liked his weaknesses talked about among other people, even if it was just your handmaidens who were loyal like no others you had come across.

“What’s happening here?” Ivar asked, having slowly made his way over; stretching out his stiff limbs.

The handmaid's explained the hairstyle as Ivar listened intently. He found it fascinating how different your hair was and how they managed to do such tiny braids in such intricate styles. He kissed your cheek, smiling as he did so, “You’re so beautiful.”

You batted him away, “Go, you’re distracting me when I need to be still.”

“This is my bedroom too.”

“And it will be your bedroom again when I’m done. Now, shoo. We need to resume our talk about a certain handsome prince.”

Ivar narrowed his eyes. “I’m king.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Then we’re not talking about you are we?”

“What prince, Y/N?”

“Goodbye, Ivar,” you said, turning back around and staring straight ahead.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny.”

The smile on your face begged to differ.

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Can you do a black!female reader × ivar the boneless imagine?

Yes! 💛

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Out for a Stroll

A/N - I have not seen Avengers: Endgame as of the time you’re see this and so this is still like after Infinity War but before Endgame so… Also I’m doing @itsbuckysworld Hello Spring event so there will be (hopefully) a new story coming out everyday from May 1st to May 31st.

Day Two: Stroll

Hello Spring Prompt List and Rules

“Tony, calm down we’re just going for a walk. A stroll, if you will,” you said, trying to calm your husband.

“With our newborn baby,” he said, unimpressed.

“We’re going to walk around the block and get some fresh air and spend some time as a family.”

“We’re in New York, I don’t know what kind of fresh air you’re expecting to get. Also, it would take us less time to walk around the block then it would to walk around the compound so unless you count five minutes pushing through a sea of people family time then-”

“Tony Stark, if you don’t go put your shoes on right now so help me god. We are going for a stroll with our baby and you’re not going to complain. Understood?”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Okay, I got it.”

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Three Years

A/N - I have not seen Avengers: Endgame as of the time you’re see this and so this is still like after Infinity War but before Endgame so... Also I’m doing @itsbuckysworld Hello Spring event so there will be (hopefully) a new story coming out everyday from May 1st to May 31st.

Day One: Re encounter after three years

Hello Spring Prompt List and Rules

“Y/N?” a voice said from behind you.

You turned around, recognizing that voice. “Steve.”

“Hi,” he leaned in for a hug that you reciprocated. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m as well as I can be. Wow, it’s been three years. I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

“Yeah, well when some big purple guy snaps his fingers and most of the people you’re fighting against disappear, it kind of makes for an easy win. Which by the way, how are you?”

“Um, it’s been hard.” he sighed. “I lost a lot of friends. Family.”

“I’m sorry to hear about Bucky, I know how much he meant to you.”

“Thanks. Actually, the fact that you’re here makes me wonder.”

“Wonder what?”

“Wonder if I was meant to get your help. You’re an amazing fighter and you must have really come to control your powers since I last saw you.”

“I would hope so, it’s been three years. But if you’re asking me to join the Avengers, to that I give you a really big yes. I lost a lot of family and with them a part of myself. If we can defeat this guy then hell yeah I’m going to fight. And Steve, it won’t be like last time. I’ve grown.”

“I know,” he smiled. “I can see it in your eyes. I know you won’t let me down.”

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Hair Ties and Haircuts

“Y/N,” a harsh whisper said again and again.

“Who the hell is bothering me?” you snapped, groggy and tangled in sheets.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but it’s just… I got a hair tie stuck in my hair.”

You peeked one eye open to see a pajama clad Bucky Barnes, his hair a mess with, the hair tie dangling from a knot.

You wrinkled your nose as you finally noticed the smell. “What is that smell?”

“I tried straightening my hair.”

“What, why? Oh, honey.” You sat up, detangling yourself from the sheets and patting the bed in front of you. “Sit.”

“Thanks. I didn’t know who else to go to. I always hear you bragging to Erik about how you’re the queen of getting knots out and so…”

“Well if I knew bragging was going to bring you to my room at,” you checked the clock and groaned. “3:50 AM. I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Alright, you’re good,” you said.

“What, already?”

“Honey, have you seen my hair? The knot basically fell apart in my hands because it knew it was dealing with a skilled knot destroyer. Hey, that should be my new job title. Leave the ridiculously early mornings behind and become, Y/N Knot Destroyer.”

“That could just be your name now. I mean, I don’t know how much fear it’ll instill into people but it’s worth a shot.”

“Yeah well, before you go. Tell me, why did you try to straighten your hair and how did your hair get knotted and lookin’ like that?”

“Sam told me I needed a haircut and I know I do but since he told me I needed one, I didn’t want to get one. But this is the longest my hair has ever been and it’s starting to do it’s own flippy thingy and I didn’t like it so I tried to straighten it. But then I failed and decided to put it up into a bun but I had put the straightener onto a shelf and my elbow hit it and it was just unexpected and I jumped and fell over and my hands were still in my hair and my hair was blinding me.” He huffed. “It was a mess.”

“Yeah. I’m going to give you a haircut. Stay where you are.”

Getting up, you gathered what you needed and came back to see Bucky flipping through YouTube on the giant TV that hung on your wall, courtesy of Tony.

While Bucky watched YouTube, you cut his hair. About half an hour later, you were done. “Bucky, you’re good.” No reply. You peered around him to see his face. He was passed out. Rolling your eyes you shoved his arm, causing him to fall sideways onto your bed. You turned off the TV, cleaned up, and layed next to Bucky, falling back to sleep.

You and Bucky emerged at the same time the next morning from your room. Everybody looked at the two of you, eyebrows raised.

“A girl and her model emerges from her art room,” you said dramatically. “I mean,” you started messing with Bucky’s new haircut. “I think I did a good job, but that’s just me.”

“Oh,” Tony said. “So you two didn’t…”

“I have a man, in case y’all forgot. Bucky came to me for a haircut. Y’all need to get your minds outta the gutta, thank you.”

You sat next to Sam, kissing his cheek. “Hey baby.”

“He slept in your bed.”

“At first. And then he rolled off onto the floor like five minutes later. He was tired, I didn’t want to wake him up.”

“What was he doing in your room so late last night, anyway?”

“Getting a haircut. Do you not listen? Anyways, I think you should be feeling pretty good right now.”

“Why?”

“He listened to your advice and got a haircut.”

“From my girl in the middle of the night!”

You and Bucky both erupted in laughter, everybody joining in at Sam’s unamused look.

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Could I be added to your tag list? By the way living your poc x Viking imagines 💜💜

Yes! Loving to hear you're loving my poc x vikings, they're my favorite! 💛

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Jeremy Renner out here looking like a full snack 👌

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Chocolate Coma

@avalon-4 commented how she needed to see a whole ass fic about Ivar falling into a chocolate coma on my Valentine’s Day With the Ragnarssons post and like me too.

“My love!” you called out, rushing over to Ivar with open arms. You nearly tackled him to the ground when you got too him. “I’ve missed you.”

Ivar hummed his agreement, pulling away to gaze at you. “You look as beautiful as ever, my queen. How are your parents?”

“They’re good,” you said. “I mean tired, but good. I can’t believe they had another child, I mean how old am I? But as long as mother’s okay, I mean do what you want to do. Enough rambling, how are you? How was the raid? Where’s Hvitserk, I have something to give to him.”

“The raid was good. I’m fine and maybe you should sit down,” Ivar said, lightly grabbing your elbow with his free hand and guiding you to sit down on the bed. “You have quite a bit of energy there. Did you see Sigurd before coming to see me? He’s been messing around with those herbs and did you know the other day he came into our bedroom hallucinating and rambling on like a mad man? Sometimes I worry about him.”

“No, I did not go see Sigurd before I came to see you but I did eat some chocolate.”

“Chocolate,” Ivar said, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, mother had eaten some when she was a young girl and for some reason had a craving for it when she was pregnant. Father imported chocolate and also what you need to make it and now the kingdom is growing it.”

“I’ve heard of chocolate,” Ivar said. “But I’ve never eaten it.”

“You have to try it. It’s amazing.” You took a piece out of the basket you were holding and handed it to him.

Ivar cautiously took a bite and his eyes went wide. “This is possibly the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“I know. I brought some back for Hvitserk, I thought he would appreciate it.”

“You think too much of my brothers.”

“It’s called caring, Ivar. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“I care about you and mother and…me.”

“Yes well, while you struggle with that list of yours I am going to go find Hvitserk and bring him some chocolate.” You took out a wrapped piece from inside the basket. “I’ll be back, don’t eat it all while I’m gone.”

After delivering Hvitserk the chocolate, checking in on Sigurd to make sure he was still alive, and helping Ubbe stitch up a hole in his pants he had gotten while training, you made your way back to your bedroom.

“Ivar, you will not believe where Ubbe got a rip in his-” you stopped upon entering the room. The basket of chocolate was empty and Ivar was curled up in a ball, holding his stomach with his chocolatey hands, and passed out.

“Ivar,” you said, gently nudging him awake.

His eyes fluttered open and he groaned. “My stomach hurts.”

“Because you ate all my chocolate.”

“You were taking too long. I haven’t seen you in three months and then you leave to go spend time with my brothers.”

You snorted. “You’re looking a little green, Ivar. And i don’t think it’s just from the chocolate.”

“Ha, ha, you’re so funny. I’m in pain,” he groaned.

“Fine,” you said, surrendering. “I’ll be back with some water and I’ll draw you a warm bath to help ease the stomach pain.”

“Thank you,” he moaned.

“Alright, the bath is ready,” you paused, sighing. Ivar was passed out again, splayed across the whole bed, face down. You could see the chocolate on the furs.

You took a sip of the water you had poured for Ivar and shook your head, turning around and walking back towards the bathroom. “I deserve that bath for all the whining I’m going to be dealing with later from his sorry ass.”

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Hiii!! Glad to see you write for poc! Black girl here who just got into vikings and has been into SN for a while. Im excited to read your content and im glad I found you! Thank you for gifting us content, and I hope your week goes well!

Yeah, I love to write POC as a biracial girl myself and I think representation is so important!