#sam christmas drabble

[wchswift]

Under the Lights ༉‧₊˚ 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader Summary: A sweet and peaceful Christmas with Dean. Content: fluff, mostly soft moments, family, first Christmas at the bunker, I hate Mary but she is mentioned briefly, not proofread, English isn’t my first language :) Word count: 2k A/N: almost christmas and im so excited!! I really love christmas and lately these are the only ideas I can think of to write lol. i just love soft and happy dean so I thought I'd write a cute one shot about him having a good christmas bc all i wanted was to spend these holidays with him

mdni 𖤐 18+

Dean leaned against the doorway, the faintest curve of a smile playing on his lips. The sight of you, utterly absorbed in decorating the tree, tugged at something deep in his chest. The soft glow of the twinkling lights painted your face in golds and silvers. You were on your toes, reaching for a high branch, determined to hang an ornament in its perfect place. From his vantage point, Dean couldn’t help but grin. The way your nose crinkled when something didn’t sit just right, the soft hum of Christmas music as you worked—it all made the bunker feel a little less like a fortress and a little more like home.

The table behind you bore the chaos of your efforts—ornaments arranged and rearranged, tinsel spilling onto the floor like silken threads of moonlight. It was chaos, yes, but it was yours, and Dean found it impossible to look away.

“Sweetheart,” he finally said, his voice warm and teasing, breaking through the soft hum of Let It Snow playing in the background. “Not to rush a masterpiece, but you’ve been at this tree longer than it takes Santa to finish his route.”

You turned, giving him a mock glare, your lips pressed into a pout that was as endearing as it was teasing. “It has to be perfect, Dean.”

“It already is,” he countered, stepping closer, his hands casually stuffed into his pockets. “Lights, ornaments, a star on top—what more does a tree need?”

“Your enthusiasm,” you shot back, turning back to adjust the ribbon for what must have been the hundredth time.

Dean chuckled, moving to your side, sliding an arm around your waist, and pulling you against him. “My enthusiasm’s here,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple. "I'm just more contained about it."

You let out a soft sigh, letting yourself lean deeper into his warm embrace as you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the comfort he provided. "I know, Dean," you began, your voice gentle but filled with understanding. "But I also know how excited you get about these celebrations. Deep down, you wish for that typical family cliche, and you and Sam truly deserve it. I just want us to have a memorable time together… Could you please enjoy this too and get into the mood with me?"

You turned your face to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with hope and sincerity. Your tone was calm, and the warmth of your words seemed to hang in the air between you. Dean, ever the skeptic, tried to roll his eyes in playful defiance, but a smile broke through despite his efforts. The corners of his mouth lifted, and he leaned in, planting a quick, soft kiss on your lips before surrendering to your encouragement, as he usually did.

The sound of boots against metal echoed through the bunker as Sam descended the stairs. His voice rang out before he even reached the bottom. “Dean, what’s going on in here?”

Sam paused, his eyebrows shooting up as he took in the sight of his brother atop the map table, duct-taping garland to the ceiling beams.

"Decking the halls, Sammy. What’s it look like?” He replied, still focused on the lights.

“It looks like a fire hazard,” Sam deadpanned, crossing his arms as he took in the mess of lights, ornaments, and tinsel scattered across the room.

You emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray of cookies, just as Dean hopped down from the table. “Sam, you should’ve seen him earlier. He tried to hang stockings with fishing wire.”

Dean shrugged, unapologetic. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Sam sighed, shaking his head. "So, this is your new thing now? Christmas?” He muttered though a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh, come on, Sam,” you chimed in, setting the cookies down on the table. “It's the best time of the year. Even hunters deserve a little holiday spirit.”

Dean grabbed a cookie, pointing it at Sam. “She’s right. Stop being a Grinch.”

Reluctantly, Sam joined in, helping you and Dean finish decorating the bunker. By the time you were done, the usually cold, utilitarian space looked warm and inviting. Lights draped across the walls, the centerpiece Sam had crafted out of pine branches and candles sat proudly on the map table, and the tree sparkled in the corner.

Dean stepped back, hands on his hips, surveying the scene. “Not bad for a bunch of hunters, huh?”

Later that evening, the bunker had settled into a cozy stillness. Sam had retreated to his room, leaving you and Dean sitting by the softly glowing tree. The faint crackle of a vinyl record Dean had unearthed earlier filled the air, Bing Crosby crooning about dreaming of a white Christmas.

You leaned back against the armchair, watching Dean as he entertained himself by drinking his hot chocolate. The moment felt right, so you reached beside you and pulled out a carefully wrapped box tied with red string.

“Okay,” you said, your voice tinged with both excitement and hesitation, “before you make a big deal out of this, I just want to say that it’s practical.”

Dean’s eyebrows rose as he took the box, his lips twitching into a grin. “Practical, huh? Not sure what that means coming from you.”

“Just open it,” you urged, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap.

Dean unwrapped the box with care, his grin softening as he revealed a thick leather-bound journal. His fingers brushed over the cover, and for a moment, he was quiet, his thumb tracing the edges of the pages.

“It’s, uh…” you started, your voice softer now. “I noticed you don’t really have a place to write things down—your thoughts, memories, whatever. So I thought… maybe you could use it. For good stuff. Things you want to remember. Not like hunting stuff or anything like your dad's but something good? Or whatever you want I don't know...” you rambled, feeling anxious.

Dean opened the journal, flipping through the blank pages. Inside the front cover, you’d written a small inscription in your neat handwriting: For all the moments you want to hold on to.

He stared at the words for a long beat before letting out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You know me too well, sweetheart.”

“I just thought,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “after everything we’ve been through, it might be nice to have something that’s yours. Something that’s just… good.”

Dean closed the journal and set it carefully on the table beside him. Then he turned to you, his green eyes impossibly soft. “You always know what I need before I even know it myself.”

Before you could respond, he reached behind him and pulled something from his jacket pocket. “Okay, my turn.”

He held out a small box, its edges worn, like it had been carried around for some time. “It’s not new,” he said, almost apologetically. “But I’ve been meaning to give this to you.”

You opened the box slowly, revealing a simple yet beautiful silver bracelet. The charms hanging were clearly chosen by a hunter, it was small and subtle, but unmistakable.

“It was my mom’s,” Dean said quietly, his gaze dropping to the bracelet. “She always said it was for protection. I’ve kept it all these years, but… I think she’d want you to have it.”

Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at your eyes as you looked at him. “Dean, I… I can’t take this. It’s too important.”

Dean shook his head, reaching out to take your hand. “You’re important,” he said simply. “And if anyone deserves to have it, it’s you.”

You stared at the bracelet, overwhelmed by the gesture. Then, without a word, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. He held you tightly, his hand cradling the back of your head.

When you finally pulled away, you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, smiling through the tears in your eyes. “Thank you, Dean. I’ll take good care of it.”

“I know you will,” he said softly, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft hum of the record player. And as you leaned back against him, the bracelet resting cool against your skin, you felt a sense of belonging that you hadn’t known you were missing.

The warm connection from the gift exchange flowed naturally into the next day, making every interaction lighter, and more meaningful.

The kitchen was a flurry of activity as the three of you prepared dinner. Dean insisted on taking charge of the main course, proudly presenting a vegetarian lasagna for Sam and you.

“See? I’m not just a pie guy,” he said, grinning.

Meanwhile, you and Sam teamed up to bake cookies. It started out innocent enough, but it quickly devolved into a flour fight when Sam accidentally knocked over the mixing bowl.

Dean walked in just as you lobbed a handful of flour at Sam, only to hit him square in the chest instead. He froze, staring down at his now-flour-covered shirt. “What the hell, guys?”

Dean just watched you and Sam burst into laughter, trying to stay mad.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean muttered, brushing flour off his jacket. “Real funny. Guess who’s cleaning this up?”

“Not me,” you and Sam said in unison, making you chuckle again.

Dean shook his head, a grin appearing on his face despite his attempt to remain irritated.

Later that night, the three of you gathered in the living room, your plates cleared and the remnants of the day’s chaos tucked away. Sam stretched out on the other armchair with a book, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he occasionally glanced at you and Dean by the tree, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

The bracelet he’d given you caught the soft glow of the lights, its charm resting lightly against your wrist. You found yourself absently touching it, grounding yourself in the weight of what it meant.

Sam finally closed his book, setting it aside as he stretched his long legs. “You know,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “You two actually did a pretty good job. I think this might be the first time the bunkers actually felt… normal. Like a real home.”

Dean snorted softly. “Took long enough, huh?”

Sam smiled, his expression soft. “Yeah. But I’m glad we got here.”

Dean raised his mug in a mock toast. “To surviving another year and not burning the place down with Christmas lights.”

Sam rolled his eyes but lifted his mug too. “Yeah, yeah... To family.”

You lifted your own mug, smiling as you echoed the sentiment. “To family.”

The three of you sat quietly for a while, watching the lights twinkle on the tree. Eventually, Sam excused himself, muttering something about research, leaving you and Dean alone again.

Dean nudged you gently, drawing your attention. “Come with me for a sec,” he said, his voice low but insistent.

Curious, you followed him as he grabbed a thick blanket from the couch and led you up the large stairs of the bunker. He stopped at one of the heavy iron doors, twisting the wheel to unlock it before pulling it open to reveal the wide, open expanse of the night sky.

The cold air hit you first, crisp and biting, but the sight of the stars made you forget it almost instantly. Dean draped the blanket over your shoulders and pulled you close, his warmth a welcome contrast to the chill.

“Figured we could use some fresh air,” he said simply, his voice quiet.

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder as you gazed up at the stars. They glittered against the inky blackness, impossibly bright and infinite, like tiny promises of hope scattered across the sky.

“We really did it huh?” Dean murmured, his voice low and warm.

“Did what?” you asked, tilting your head to look up at him.

“This,” he said simply, gesturing back to the bunker. “Christmas. The whole thing. It’s not half bad.”

“It’s perfect,” you said softly, resting your head back against his shoulder.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world felt distant here, the weight of hunting, loss, and responsibility held at bay by the vastness of the universe.

Dean’s voice broke the silence, soft but sure. “You know, I never thought I’d get something like this.”

You turned to look at him, your brow furrowing slightly. “Something like what?”

He gestured toward the stars, the blanket, the faint glow of the bunker behind you. “All this. A night where everything’s quiet. Where it feels like we’re not just surviving.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “You deserve this, Dean. You deserve nights like this and so much more.”

He looked at you then, his green eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the starlight above. A gentle smile played on his lips as he spoke, “So do you,” his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb grazed over your knuckles, sending a warm thrill through you. "Thank you." With a tender sincerity, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and lingering, filled with a depth of love and unspoken emotions that seemed to wrap around you like a cozy blanket, leaving you breathless in the stillness of the night.

The two of you stayed there, wrapped in the quiet and each other, until the cold became too much to ignore.

As you made your way back inside, Dean caught your hand, stopping you just before you reached the main hallway.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and rough around the edges. “Merry Christmas.”

You smiled, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips, your heart full. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

And in that moment, with the warmth of his hand in yours and the quiet hum of life around you, you felt something you hadn’t in a long time: hope. This was home—messy, chaotic, and imperfect. And it was everything you needed.

a/n: oh my god, I had so much fun writing this :) I don't know if I liked how it turned out that much, but I thought it was cute enough to post...

𖤐 reblogs and feedback are appreciated! requests are also welcome, ty!

[allisluv]

do u think u could do like a cute winter thing for billy dunne. like maybe him and reader are in the snow or decorating the house or something. i love ur writing btw!

baby it's cold outside.

pairing: billy dunne x fem!reader

content warnings: fluff fluff fluff!! pre-established relationship, billy is super clingy and his love language is physical touch, kissing, kind of a bit of pda, billy taps reader on the ass once but it's a joke, use of pet names (baby)

summary: billy and you share a kiss in the snow.

word count: 0.9k

Cold, bitter air drifts in through the open window as you roll onto your side and nuzzle in closer to Billy, craving his body heat. 

He stirs in his sleep and absentmindedly reaches out for you, carding his fingers through your hair as you rest your head on his chest. The two of your legs are intertwined together under the covers, and he scrubs a hand over the length of his face as he slowly starts to wake up. 

You shift positions and tuck your hands under your head, looking at him through your lashes. You can’t help but admire how pretty he looks right now when he’s still in sleeps greedy clutches. He whines at the sudden loss of contact and you crack a smile. “‘Shh. ‘M still here.” 

Billy slowly pries his eyes open and blinks away the sleep. His voice is rough and gravelly as he reaches for you and pulls you close. “Mhm. Mornin’.”

“Morning.” You smile to yourself as you melt under his touch. “Guess what today is?” 

Despite not being able to see him, you already know that his brows are furrowed together as he runs over all the possibilities for what today is. 

You laugh to yourself and bring your joint hands up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. This time, you do look up at him. “Do you hear that?”

A look of concentration comes over his face as he strains to hear what you’re referring to. “No. I can’t hear anything. It’s quiet.” 

You smile. “Exactly. It’s the first snow of the year.” 

Billy grins and presses a chaste kiss to your temple. “And how exactly do you know this, baby?” 

You shrug. “I can feel it in my bones. C’mon, let’s have a look if you don’t believe me.” 

He groans as he lets you drag him out of the warm bed and over to the windowsill. You peel back the curtains and peek outside, smiling when you see the blanket of white. “See? Told you so.” 

Billy chuckles at your bratty response. “Okay, okay, you were right, and I was wrong.” 

You arch a brow at him. “Oh my God, where’s my tape recorder?” 

Billy gives your ass a playful tap before hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you over to the bed. He plops you down and crawls on top of you, kissing your cheek and the tip of your nose before moving down to peck your lips. You laugh against his mouth and he grins into the kiss. “Right. Let’s get changed.”

You whine when he pulls away. “Why?”

“C’mon, baby, don’t pout. We’re gonna get dressed so we can go out in the snow, silly.” 

You perk up at the idea, propping yourself up on your elbows. “You’ll actually go out in the snow with me? You hate the cold.” 

Billy shrugs. “But you don’t and that’s good enough for me.” 

Your heart melts in your chest at that and you stand up, winding your arms around his neck. His hands fall to rest on the plush of your hips and he squeezes lightly. “I love you, Billy Dunne.” 

Billy grins. “Good, because I love you just as much, if not more.” He kisses the crown of your head. “So, does this mean we’re gonna get changed, or…”

You laugh. “Alright, alright, I can take a hint.” You reluctantly untangle yourself from him and move to the closet. He follows behind you, so close that he’s basically walking on your heels, and wraps his arms around your waist as you sift through your hangers. 

Eventually, he moves away just enough for you to slip into a pair of jeans and a sweater. He gets into a pair of clean clothes himself before rustling through a drawer and pulling out a knitted hat, scarf and pair of gloves. “Here, baby. Put these on. Keep you nice and cosy.” 

You smile, letting him dote on you. He gently pulls the hat over your ears and slips the gloves onto your hands with ease. He wraps the red scarf around the column of your neck before smiling to himself. “I should be a fashion designer.” 

You snort at that. “Babe, you dressed me in three pre-prepared items of clothing. You’re not the next Vivienne Westwood by any means.”

Billy throws his head back in a laugh and taps you on the nose. “Oi. Cheeky. C’mon, we gonna go out into the snow or what?” 

You let him lead you down the staircase and out the front door. The air is cold and bites at your exposed skin when you step outside, but Billy’s hand is nice and warm in your own, and you don’t really care about much else right now. 

The snow makes a satisfying crunching noise under your boots as you walk down the driveway, tugging Billy along with you. Snowflakes drift down out of the sky, landing on your lashes, and Billy cups your face in his hands, smiling down at you.  “I have morning breath.” You warn. “I haven’t brushed my— oh!” 

Billy cuts off your rambling by slotting his lips over your own. His tongue traces your bottom lip, quietly asking for permission. You deepen the kiss, pressing his body close to yours as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

You melt into his embrace and reluctantly pull away when your lungs feel like they are going to collapse in on you. He rests his forehead against your own as you both catch your breaths. 

Eventually, you break the silence. “I think it should snow more often if you’re gonna kiss me like that.”

[wendichester]

Hii could you possibly write something where reader gets arrested during a hunt (for like trespassing or something, I don‘t really care) and the boys have to bail her out and make fun of it (like obviously they‘re worried first but then they find it hilarious)?

Thank you in advance :))

Also, could I be 💿 anon?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ orange isn't you,

summary. you get arrested and the brothers have to bail you out. thing is... they do it for the banter and the mocking, and not exactly for your safety.

pairing. sam + dean winchester x reader genre. kinda crack

wordcount. 506

notes / warnings. thank you for the request bubs 💿// implied trespassing/criminal mischief (playful, not serious), handcuffs (non-kinky, sorry), protective!dean and exasperated!sam, lots of teasing and banter

There are a few ways you imagined your night ending—splattered in monster guts, maybe. Covered in bruises, probably. But handcuffed in the back of a police cruiser? Not exactly on the bingo card.

The fluorescent lights of the county holding cell buzz like they’re mocking you. Cold metal bench. Scratchy uniform. Your phone’s confiscated and your pride is somewhere buried under the cop’s lecture about “private property” and “breaking and entering.” Whatever. You were this close to nabbing the damn ghoul.

“Real smooth,” you mutter, arms crossed as you stew in your very own sitcom.

The metal door finally creaks open, and in walks your salvation: one tall, grumpy moose and one smirking, pain-in-your-ass Dean Winchester.

Sam’s face says seriously? Dean’s says oh, I’m never letting this go.

“Well, well, well,” Dean drawls, clapping slow like the dramatic little shit he is. “If it ain’t Orange Is the New Dumbass.”

You glare, but it loses some edge with the blush creeping up your cheeks. “Shut up.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to ‘shut up’ your way outta this one.” He steps closer, tilting his head with that smug glint that makes you want to punch him and kiss him in the same breath. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you manage to get yourself arrested?”

“Technically, it was more like twenty,” Sam cuts in, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She triggered a silent alarm. Cops picked her up trespassing behind a mortuary. Said she was—” he checks his notes, face twitching “—‘chanting something satanic and possibly high.’”

Dean’s already cackling.

“Oh my God—”

“I was banishing a ghoul!” you protest. “And no, I wasn’t high!”

“Yeah, but you look high,” Dean snorts, eyes flicking up and down your ridiculous temporary jumpsuit. “What is this—prison chic? Not your best look, babe.”

“I hate you.”

“Mm, no you don’t.”

Sam coughs. “Can we maybe save the flirting for when she’s not in custody?”

You pout as the guard unlocks your cell. “I’m not flirting. I’m plotting his murder.”

Dean offers a hand like some twisted prince charming. “Aw, come on. Be honest—you missed us.”

You slap his hand away and stride out like you’ve still got dignity left. Spoiler: you don’t. Not when Dean is laughing like it’s Christmas morning and you’re the gift-wrapped disaster.

“I swear,” you grumble, “this never would’ve happened if I was with competent hunters.”

Dean whistles low. “Ouch. That jumpsuit’s got more bite than you do.”

“I hope you step on a Lego.”

“Love you too, jailbird.”

—

Back at the motel, Sam’s typing up the hunt notes while Dean’s raiding the vending machine. You’re finally back in your own clothes, trying to scrub the memory of tonight from your soul—but the minute Dean walks in with a king-size Snickers and a glint in his eye, you know peace is a lie.

He tosses the candy bar at you. “For the brave inmate who fought the law and lost.”

You hit him with a pillow.

He only laughs harder.

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[holylulusworld]

Bad Hugs

Summary: You didn‘t want a gender reveal party.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, awful mother-in-law, remorse, fluff

A/N: This is a scene I wanted to use in Monster-in-law, but it didn’t match the story. It’s a standalone drabble with no connection to the original series. Inspired by a SM post.

A gender reveal party. You never wanted to do one of these. Getting to know the gender of your baby should’ve been between you and your husband.

Winnifred Barnes, your mother-in-law, had a different opinion. And, as always, at one point Bucky gave in. He organized the party and invited your family and friends.

At first, you hated it, but the closer you got to the revelation, the more you got excited to share the best-kept secret with your family and close friends.

People chatted and ate cake, you got lots of gifts, and it was an overly nice and happy day.

“Alright,” Bucky cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. He took your hand in his to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “It’s time to reveal the gender!”

Everyone clapped their hands as you expectantly looked at Bucky. He held a gender-reveal confetti powder cannon in his hands, looking at you.

“Just tell us,” Steve called from among the guests. “Do not kill us with anticipation, Buck. We all want to know.”

“Okay, okay!” Bucky huffed. He aimed the cannon upwards, twisting the bottom of the rod. Blue. It’s blue, and you could cry because you’re so happy.

You jumped up and down and squealed. Bucky wanted to hug you, but right when you wanted to hug him too, Winnifred shoved you aside to hug him first.

You stood there, frozen to the spot, gasping audibly. It took you a moment to realize that Bucky called your name. He wanted to hug you, and you let him. “Oh, so you do remember me, your pregnant wife.”

Bucky nodded against you, still overly excited after getting to know he was going to have a baby boy.

The room was silent after what Winnifred did, and even more when you turned toward her. For years, you shut your mouth and let her walk all over you, not today.

“Why do you always have to be like this?” You snapped at her, making Steve chuckle. “Why couldn’t you let Bucky and me have this moment?”

“He’s my son, Y/N,” she bit back and dared to look hurt at your question. “I wanted to share his happiness.”

“Oh, are you the one carrying his child?” You put your hands on your swollen belly, stepping toward Winnifred. “Fine, you can celebrate together. I’m out of this.”

Everyone gasped when you grabbed one of the cakes to throw it in Winnifred’s face. “Have the cake and eat it too,” you snarled before storming out of the room.

“Doll, please open the door,” Bucky sighed outside the master bedroom.

You went straight to bed and locked the door. It didn’t matter to you that your family and friends were still at the party. They’d understand you had to leave after the stunt Winnifred pulled.

“Baby doll, please let me in.” He tried again. “I know you are mad at me.”

“You can bet your ass I’m mad,” you growled from inside the room. “You let her steal the show! A show I didn’t want in the first place. You begged me to do this shit only for her to ruin the moment.”

“I know,” Bucky murmured your name and pressed his forehead against the door. “Everyone told me so tonight. I was just stunned when she hugged me.”

“She ruined the moment for us, Buck. It has always been like that,” you sniffled and turned around in your bed. “Since the moment you introduced me to your family, your mother has tried to get all the attention. Even when I broke my arm on Christmas, she faked a terrible migraine, so everyone would care for her.”

“Mom always needed a lot of assurance and attention. I’m sorry she did this today. This was our moment, and she shouldn’t have come in between us. I told her so. Dad told her so. Hell, all of our guests told her so. Sam even threw a second cake at her.”

“I love Sammy,” you sniffled.

“He’s a punk, but yes.” You giggled because Bucky only calls the people he likes punk. “Baby doll, I swear this will never happen again.”

“Yeah, because this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Bucky,” you snapped at him. “We can’t redo the gender reveal. She ruined everything once again.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered your name and scratched at the door. “Please let me in.”

“No. You can sleep on the couch tonight. Alpine and I will sleep here alone. This time, you should’ve stepped in, but you didn’t…”

“Baby doll, how are you feeling? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?” For days, Bucky followed you like a kicked puppy. He tried to make things up to you, but you were still hurt.

It was Winnifred’s fault, but you wished, Bucky stepped in this time.

“Do you want me to throw a cake at my mom again?” He asked, watching you pat Alpine, the stray he found before he found you. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” You blinked a few times. “I thought Sam threw a cake at her.”

“Uh—it was teamwork,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to set her straight, and Sam looked at the cake. It was a silent agreement that he hands me the cake, and I throw it in her face.”

You snickered. “This doesn’t mean you are forgiven.”

“It was a blueberry cake,” he sneaked closer to whisper in your ear, “her dress was ruined, and she hates blueberries.”

“I consider forgiving you,” you said and patted Alpine’s head. “But I do not want to be near your mother…like ever. She just proved that there’s no way she’ll respect boundaries. I won’t have it. You can choose. Her or me and your baby.”

“You,” he immediately answered. “And the baby…and Alpine,” Bucky added. “I don’t know if she’ll ever change. If you do not want her around you or our baby, I’ll make sure she stays away…”

[3verythingiknowaboutlove]

Can you provide some account recs or some fic recs? Love your page by the way 🤗🤗

omg thank you!! and what a good question!! i may have gone a little overboard. i just kept thinking of people. but i don’t care SUE ME.

a compendium of s.r. recs!

they are not linked out of pure laziness I AM SO SORRY but that gives you all the more reason to go explore their masterlists yourself! i just chose some random fics that i distinctly remember and cherish but you should just read everything they’ve ever written tbh. there’s def more that im not remembering

@nereidprinc3ss DUH. do i even need to say anything. i will but do i. basically sam was the first ever spencer reid fanfiction writer i fell in love with and i have literally never been the same since!! her dynamics and dialogue especially are just SO consistent and incredible and utterly ineffable. just. read her stuff.

—> dybmn!!!!

—> ghost in the machine

—> hourglass

—> make me late

@parfaitblogs !!!!! the cutest fluffiest kicking your feet stuff u will ever read ever. basically i love lia because she just has a way with words that gets u SOOO insanely invested!! which makes cry a lot. and her reader is also sooooo real and she can do a complex relationship like no other

—> as time goes by!!!

—> persimmon

—> north star

—> the christmas waltz

@ophelia-is-complex recently i have been rereading lots of her stuff and im left speechless everytime!!! her characterization is on point. on. point. she has an incredible way of capturing his little quirks and interests and dynamics in such a subtle way UGHHHHHHH her writing is like wool gloves and warm tea.

—> christmas!!!

—> honey

—> intimacy

@pathologicalreid is soooo insanely creative omfggg!!! i am always in awe of her imagination and how she can consistently come up with another insane situation to put spencer through. her descriptions are SOOO GOOD too! it’s just raw raw talent and an amazing take on spencer

—> blowing smoke series!!!

—> in an arrow heart

—> defrost

@reidrum is my personal #1 writer of smut it’s just so fucking perfect i’m sorry. it’s just so superior. so delicious and magical and hot and COMFORTING (aka the perfect spencer reid) like i can read one of her fics and go from being at a 6/10 to a 10/10 no questions asked. i also love love love arya’s dialogue especially!!!

—> you can let it go!!!

—> hypothalamus

—> how you talk so sweet

okay now a few rapid fire fic recs that i am remembering just now and i want to add

—> yours by @aliteralsemicolon. need i say more that fic is LITERALLY perfection i don’t even have words im sorry JUST READ IT it’s just golden and sweet and a classic in the 3verythingiknowaboutlove household.

—> your star next to mine by @notlongtolove her writing is astounding it’s so so descriptive and exquisite and i adore the lack of dialogue in this one omfg this fic is perfect

—> this one drabble from @brattyspence has continued to haunt me since it was posted and will do so forever. haunt me in a good way by the way!!!!!!! oh my god!!!!! she is queen of dad!spence and it is my claim to fame that one little headcanon from little ol’ me somehow lead to us finding out about jess’ INCREDIBLE dad spence abilities.

[amethystarachnid]

⋆˚࿔ MASTERLIST 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Hello my dear readers, here you’ll find the links to all the works you can find on this profile. I always accept requests, my inbox is always open, I write for both the X-Men and the MCU movies. English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct me if you find some mistakes (but please be kind).

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Ivy Rose

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Steve G. Rogers

Little Star

Matchmaking

Happy Tears

Under the Mistletoe

A Place to Stay - part I

A Place to Stay - part II

Christmas Lights

Marriage

Prom

Anthony 'Tony' E. Stark

Check Tony's Masterlist

James B. “Bucky” Barnes

Promise

Bucky Barnes as a Girl Dad - drabble

Opposites - part I

Opposites - part II

Bet

Operation Restore Christmas Spirit (Bucky x fem!reader x Sam)

New Year Eve with the Kids

Stickers

Best Friends

The Princess and The Soldier (fanfic)

Tournament

Thor Odinson

Baby lightning

Thor Odinson as a Girl Dad - drabble

Lightning on Skates

Choices

Pietro Maximoff

Road Trip

Wanda Maximoff

Love Letter

Loki Laufeyson

Forbidden

Memories

Bound by Duty

Midgardian Feast

Christmas Road Trip

Mr. Grinch - part I

Mr. Grinch - part II

No One Mourn the Wicked

The Royal Lovers - part I

Pretending

Nightmares

Stephen V. Strange

A Sorcerer's Christmas

Sam T. Wilson

Operation Restore Christmas Spirit (Bucky x fem!reader x Sam)

Wisdom

Home

Natasha A. Romanoff

Caroling & Snowball fight (platonic)

Swapped

No Pretending Now

Peter B. Parker

(Not so) Secret Admirer

James Logan Howlett

Mutant Bodyguard - part I

Mutant Bodyguard - part II

Mutant Bodyguard - part III

Apocalyptic Love (Logan x fem!reader x Deadpool)

Sugar & Flour

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Apocalyptic Love (Logan x fem!reader x Deadpool)

Operation Make You Not Hate The Universe

Charles Francis Xavier

Decay — The Matter Maelstrom (fanfic)

[ajortga]

worth it

pairing: samantha carpenter x fem reader

word count: 430 (drabble!)

summary: you try to convince your unconvinced girlfriend to have a little fun on christmas day.

authors note: merry christmas to anyone who celebrates :)

-

“Come on, Sam. Just this once?” You plead, balling up a clump of snow in your hand as you pretend to hit it at her.

It’s been taking the whole afternoon on Christmas day for you to convince her to hit you with a snowball. You had really thought she would cave in by the time your twentieth snowball hit her. She just wouldn’t budge!

“No, Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you right before going out with family. How will I explain that my girlfriend’s injured because I smacked a snowball at her?”

All she earned was a groan; a long one. “That’s the point! Come on, baby! I’m getting cold, and hungry!”

Sam’s brushing the snow off her hair, “Then let’s get inside! You know I’m not going to cave in.” Oh she just might.

“I won’t get hurt! You’re in control and I totally trust that you won’t kill me.”

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes, “Well I always throw too hard. Remember when I tried throwing Tara’s stuffed animal instead of handing it to her and she ended up on the floor?”

“Okay, well, that was because that stuffed animal was giant and was hard as a rock!”

You looked cute. Your breath fogging up in the cold winter air with at least 3 scarfs tied around your neck. (That Sam had forced upon you, not wanting you to freeze.)

Sam sighs, picking a piece of snow up with her mittens as she rolls it up. It was soft and easy to shape, making her gather more. 

You smile at her back, happily that your girlfriend can let you live the moment. 

That is until she turns around with a big snowball. Shit, that was really big. You forgot she was much bigger and taller than you.

She charges up, launching it at you as you squeal and try running away. You hear Sam curse out as your hit in the head and fall to the floor.

-

“So, Y/N, what happened to your head?” Your mother asks, looking at the particularly noticeable red bump on your head with concern.

You look around cluelessly as Sam gives your mother a wide, frightened smile as she covers your head with her hands. You could tell she felt really bad about it and needed to admit what she did to your family. She was freaking out and trying to make it up with cuddles. Instead you had told them you had hit your head on the kitchen counter.

“It was totally worth it,” Sam hears you whisper, hugging her.

[starkenobi]

Handsome | Bucky Barnes x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; established relationship; fluff; drabble.

summary: just y/n and bucky flirting around like two idiots in love. [same sweetheart universe of Courage Drink and Christmas Elves]

High-waisted rusty red flare pants, a white button-down blouse (with the three first buttons missing) that looked like a second skin, and a pair of dress shoes with high heels. Bucky felt a bit ridiculous, even for a 70s themed party. Frowning, he looked again at Steve and Sam, but they're blatantly ignoring him. Dickheads. He was sure that Sam had chosen the worst outfit as retaliation for what Bucky did on the last mission, and Steve being part of the scheme could only be a consequence of the last bet they had made.

"So you're the handsome man I've been looking for."

At the extremely flirty comment, Bucky turns, the frown transforming into a smile when he notices the woman offering one of the beers she's holding. Accepting the drink, Bucky observed her for a moment. She looked like a female cosplay of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Despite being a little shorter, she carried a confidence that made Bucky's heart skyrocket.

"Do you use that pick-up line on everyone?"

She let out a laugh, eyes closing and body leaning towards Bucky. "No, I was actually looking for you, handsome."

"Oh?" Bucky replied in a mix of happiness and shyness. He still couldn't react smoothly with compliments and direct flirting.

Noticing Bucky blushing, Y/N smiled with satisfaction. "Sam said he was going to introduce me to his friend, saying that he looked handsome even in tacky clothes... And, handsome, let me buy your drinks."

"Huh, we're at Tony's party." Bucky arched his eyebrows, a smile appearing on his lips.

Offering one of her hands, Y/N rolled her eyes. "James, don't ruin the mood!"

"Well, I can still make all your wishes come true tonight, 'cause I'm a good boyfriend." Bucky said confidently, taking the opportunity to pull her into his arms and place a kiss on her lips. "Let's get out of here while no one is watching, sweetheart."

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[samkerrworshipper]

My Masterlist

WIPS

Leah Williamson -

seeing her tonight, it's a bad idea right?

just some friends with benefits smut that’s ends with confessions of love

medication

r stops taking their anxiety medications during the euros finals to get rid of three side effects… but what happens when it seriously effects them on the pitch

let me love you

r struggles after her and leah break up after some drunken kisses with other people… can they mend it all before r’s health is seriously affected?

the call up

when r gets the news notification from the Spanish federation regarding the forced call up the espwnt

safe and sound

r having suicidal thoughts and leah just being there to support them and be there for them

playgirl

friends to lovers smut w cocky as fuck playgirl leah who secretly only has eyes on r

losing

what happens when r loses for the first time?

asthma attacks

what happens when r has a asthma attack whilst Leah’s out for the night?

i will wait for you.

r gets injured in the champions league final and finds herself pushing out everyone, is it to late to make up with the people that matter most?

lost cause

r doesn’t want to do life anymore… leah’s there to make it all better and let her know how loved she is

tourniquet

r struggles with self harm and Leah helps her with it in theee different examples

pain, sweet, pain.

leah’s return from her acl injury is nothing like what she wanted nor expected, but her team are there to help her up when she’s down.

scars and all

leah finds out about her girlfriends past mental health issues

beautiful girl series (leah + jordan as coparents)

part 1 -> close you’re eyes: leah and jordan’s daughter is struggling after their breakup

part 2 -> have no fear: jordan and r have a heart to heart and somethings are revealed

part 3 -> the monsters gone: leah confronts her daughter

part 4 -> she’s on the run: r runs away

part 5 -> and your moms are here: reconciliation

part 6 -> beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl: final part

Lucy Bronze -

mamacita

jersey smut with lucy after winning

daddy?…. sorry

just a little drabble about dom daddy lucy

a shoulder to cry on

lucy is there for r after she has a career shattering injury

euro champs and abs

lucy’s prize for winning the euros

leg shakes and body aches pt.2^

after care for the fic above

epiphany

random grief drabble - more r focused then lucy tbh but if u want a good cry then readdd

Alexia Putellas -

movie night

cheek voyeurism smut with r and alexia at team movie night

lap dance

stripper smut with Alexia after the world cup

on the sidelines

wag Alexia on the sidelines for wnba girlfriend

i remember everything

r struggles with eating disorder… alexis is to absorbed in her own life to notice.. what are th consequences?

the party

songfic based off the song the party & the after party by the weeknd… pure filthy smut

exile

songfic based off the song exile by taylor swift

the last time (pt.2^)

Alexia tries to apologise to r after what happened at the club… another songfic based off the song the last time by taylor swift

between thighs

just a little quickie fic

back between villages

alexia tears her acl.

sugar, baby

u have a little arrangement with la reina

bar-ca

babyfic with newborn alexia and r as parents

rockin’ around the christmas tree

fluffy kidfic with christmas with the putellas’ family

underneath the surface

alexia finds out about your endometriosis

Sam Kerr -

cock blocked

team night with the arsenal girls who r keeping you from being thoroughly fucked by your girlfriend

smut headcanons

just smutty dom headcanons with sammy k

a whore’s punishment

literal smutty porn without plot… that’s it.

concealed

little drabble about sam concealing a strap during a photo shoot

the phone call

based off the scene in the uswnt doc with the different call ups except sam x reader coded

acls

based off sam’s acl injury :(

Katie Mccabe -

nails

katie comes home from ireland camp with a new set of nails and she shows you just how much she can do even without using her hands or

Mapi Leon -

massage therapy

mapi gets injured… reader tries to resolve some of the tension in her body

warmed

cockwarming… that’s about it

las 15

based off of the spanish players boycott pre world cup

Alexia Putellas x Reader x Lucy Bronze -

twos a company, threes a crowd

| pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 |

pure filth between my three girlies

Leah Williamson x reader x Lia Wälti -

all yours

just a little friends to lovers angsty fic about lia and leah getting together when the three have always been best friends and r struggling with it

Mapi Leon x Reader x Ingrid Engen -

long distance

touch starved and anxious reader who’s been away from mapi and ingrid for a while and needs a reminder just how much the love her

Vivianne Miedema x Beth Mead -

bad days

Viv has a bad anxiety day… Beth’s there for her no matter what

Kristie Mewis x Sam Kerr -

pinky promise?

little anxiety fic about kristie stressing about meeting Sam’s parents for the first time

wet dream

kristie can’t sleep.. sam has a wet dream..

Lia Wälti x Alexia Putellas -

captains connection

sometiems the captains are the ones who need the most help after games..

auswnt -

togetherness

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3

just some tillies angst and fluff

arsenal women -

found family

r goes out in the snow and gets really sick, but is scared to bother their arsenal teammates, two captains show up at their door after them not showing up to training for a few days and help them out and show them just how much the team loves them

homework help

when r moves to england she struggles with the adjustment of new school… arsenal team are there for her though

sticker chart

r and kyra r the pranksters of the team… but what happens when they take it too far and the arsenal parents seperate them as a result

revival

arsenal reader has been struggling more than she’d ever admit.. when it becomes to much she attempts to take her life but her teammates refuse to let her kill herself when she has so much more to live for.

hard times

arsenal reader struggles with PTSD and new year’s eve is a particular struggle… but the arsenal girlies are there for her even if she doesn’t know she needs them

narcotics

reader has a drug problem.. her arsenal teammates help her to realise and overcome it

how did it end?

suicidal ex-arsenal reader who retired after leaving the club

barca women -

suffer in silence

r struggles with self harm after the problems with the spanish federation.. mapi, ingrid, lucy and alexia are there to pick up the broken pieces

exhausted

insomnia reader with concerned alexia

initiation orgy universe

initiation:

pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3

celebrations:

pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3

[orellazalonia]

Found some footage of unhinged!reader training rookies:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMS8vnswe/

(Hi! I love your works, you're amazing!!)

I’M DYING LOL AND IT WORKS SOMEHOW. So, that got me thinking how would she train them…. Now we turn it into a Drabble/blurb [Confession: I don’t know the difference between those two yet LOL] Happy reading! Also greetings! Thank you so much, always so nice seeing you around. Thanks for following along!!! :D

Unqualified, Unhinged, and Unforgettable

Summary: A bunch of excited, hopeful rookies have the absolute displeasure honor of being trained under you.

Word Count: 700+

Main Masterlist | Earth’s Mightiest Headache Masterlist

The rookies were excited. Nervous, but excited.

After all, they’d been assigned to training with one of the Avengers. A respected, battle-hardened legend. Probably someone like Steve Rogers. Or maybe Natasha Romanoff! God, even Sam Wilson would be incredible.

“Wait,” One of them whispered. “Who’s that?”

You walked onto the training mat holding a stick of string cheese like a cigarette, wearing mismatched socks and aviators. You pointed the cheese at them.

“Morning, nerds.”

The recruits glanced at each other.

“…Are you the trainer?” One asked hesitantly.

You bit the cheese, chewed, and nodded. “Absolutely. Avengers’ top strategic mind. Fun fact, I have never successfully used a revolving door. You’ll respect me soon enough though.”

One recruit hesitantly raised their hand. “Why are you barefoot?”

“I fight better when grounded to the earth’s vibrations,” You replied. “Also I couldn’t find my shoes.”

And so began the most absurd training session in S.H.I.E.L.D. history.

-

Hour 1:

You paired them off. “First, pick a partner. Then pretend they just betrayed you in a high-stakes casino heist.”

They hesitated, looking around at each other as they tried to process the instruction. You shouted, “Feel the betrayal! Feel the drama! Slap them if you need to!”

One poor recruit started sobbing. Another screamed, “I LOVED YOU, TYLER,” and tackled their partner into a fountain.

You applauded. “Amazing. Raw and painful. That’s real combat.”

-

Hour 2:

You rolled a blender onto the mat with duct tape, Christmas lights, and three timers.

“This,” You announced dramatically, “is your bomb.”

“That’s a blender,” Someone whispered slowly.

You leaned in, deadly serious. “That’s what they want you to think.”

The rookies huddled, genuinely trying to figure it out. One made the mistake of cutting the red wire (which was actually a Twizzler). The blender turned on and shot glitter everywhere.

“That was a decoy,” You told them solemnly. “Now you’re covered in regret and sequins.”

-

Hour 3:

You took them on a “field simulation” which turned out to be a surprise shopping trip to IKEA.

“Navigate this labyrinth. Assemble a chair. Use only hex keys and trauma.”

Two recruits got lost in the kitchen model displays. One called you from inside a wardrobe. You refused to help.

“If you can’t escape IKEA,” You said, eating a meatball with your bare hands, “How will you escape Hydra?”

-

Aftermath

When the rookies returned to HQ, some crying, some covered in glitter, and one holding an emotional support fern; they were never the same.

But they were better, somehow. Sharper and unpredictable. Capable of disarming actual bombs and Swedish furniture with nothing but rage and a plastic fork.

Bucky found you later in the common room, sitting on the couch, eating marshmallows with chopsticks and watching a documentary on nuclear fission at max volume. You were also wearing his hoodie, which meant you were either thriving or about to cause an international incident.

He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. “You turned those rookies into emotionally unstable weaponized gremlins.”

You didn't look away from the TV. “I prefer the term ‘innovative prodigies.’”

“They challenged Sam to a duel using plungers and grief metaphors.”

“They need to learn how to weaponize emotion. That’s day three material.”

“They built a working trebuchet and launched my motorcycle onto the roof.”

You finally turned to look at him. “And did it not work?”

Bucky stared at you. “You trained them for one day.”

You gave him a slow blink, then gently offered him a marshmallow with the chopsticks. “You love me.”

“I love you,” He said flatly, taking the marshmallow. “I also think you might be a war crime in human form.”

You grinned. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He walked over and dropped his head into your lap with a tired sigh, arm slinging around your waist. “Next time you train anyone, I’m sedating you first.”

“Won’t happen but that’s fair,” You said, petting his hair with one chopstick. “But you have to admit… they’re kind of unstoppable now.”

From down the hallway came a loud bang, a screech of victory, and someone yelling, “FOR SCIENCE AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!”

You sipped juice from your “World’s Best Trainer” mug and said softly, “My legacy begins.”

Bucky just groaned. “God help us all.”

[allisluv]

so... super anonymous ask that has nothing to do with a trade at all because subletly is my speciality and im basically so slick and cool... what about! hear me out! a fic abt the band watching a christmas movie. no context.

only do it if u think it sounds cool!!!

home alone.

content warnings: set in the 70s during the six era but i used modern day holiday movies! christmas themed and bickering. this is basically a crack fic but idec because it was fun!!

word count: 0.5k

When Camila and Billy invited the band over to their house to watch a Christmas movie, they didn’t think it was going to be this complicated. 

Then again, they should have known better than to have faith in seven people agreeing on something as simple as a Christmas movie; hell, if one of them pointed out that the sky was blue, another would say it was green. 

“Die Hard is a Christmas movie!” Eddie raises his voice to be heard over the overlapping chatter.

Daisy scoffs and throws her hands up in the air. “Eddie, no one even likes that movie!”

Eddie’s mouth hangs agape. “Not true! Warren likes it.” 

“Warren doesn’t count,” Karen chimes in. 

“Why the hell not?”

“Because you and him share the one brain cell. Both of your opinions technically only count as one.” She pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth and lifts her shoulder up into a shrug. Graham groans from beside her and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What? You know its true,” Karen retorts. 

Billy rolls his eyes as their arguing gets louder. “For the love of—”

Camila laughs breezily as she comes into the living room with a tray of chocolates in one hand and a cheese board in another. “Youre acting like a bunch of kindergarteners and if you don’t agree on something in five minutes, I’ll be choosing what we watch. Got it?” She says sternly as she sets the food down on the coffee table. 

“What about Love Actually?” Warren suggests as he snags a piece of cheese. 

“Boring.” Graham says. 

“Sappy,” Eddie adds. 

Warren rolls his eyes. “C’mon, that’s a classic!”

“The Grinch!” Daisy suggests excitedly. 

Billy rolls his eyes again. “That’s a kids film, Daisy.” 

“So? You act like a kid.” She retorts, pouting and folding her arms over her chest, which only proves his point that she’s a big child at heart. 

“Home Alone?” Camila throws out. 

“Another kid’s film,” Billy snaps. 

“I love Home Alone. I’m down,” Warren shrugs. 

There’s a murmur of scattered agreement and Camila gives her husband a smug grin. “It’s settled then. You, my friend, are outnumbered.” She kisses his cheek and gets up to insert the DVD into the player. 

The television screen lights up as she sits back down on the sofa and pulls her knees up to her chest. Billy wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him. 

As the movie keeps playing, Daisy voices every thought she has in her head aloud. Billy shushes her every time he hears her open her mouth but Camila gives Daisy an encouraging smile and nods to show she’s listening. 

At least halfway through, Eddie and Graham venture off to the kitchen to get more drinks. Warren and Karen play a quiet game of cards, with the latter gratefully accepting a beer when Graham hands her it. Everyone’s body’s are fuzzy with alcohol by the time the credits roll, and Daisy has fallen asleep in her spot in the armchair. She’s curled up in a ball like a cat and when Warren grabs a washable marker to draw on her face, her eyes snap open as if shes been awake all the time. 

She fixes him with a glare. “Don’t even think about it, Rojas.”

Warren grins and shrugs. “Was worth a shot.”

[stuckyslut8]

Right where you belong

Summary: lloyd comforts you after a long shitty day.

A/N: THSI IS JUST a comfort drabble i made one day, felt like posting it

warning: fluff, angst, lloyd is a cutie as always.

You felt like absolute shit, you didn't know what to do, you just got fired from your job, it didn't matter , you never liked it anyway, but it still didn't hurt any less, you should've known your boss wasn't kidding on the submission of the work on time. The one time you forget to submit on due this happens.

You didn't know what to do, that's why you were currently on your way back to your apartment, sure you're job paid you good enough to rent out a big apartment in New York, one with a great view of the city, but it suddenly felt lonely. Like you had no one to share your sorrows with, when you entered, you weren't in the mood to deal with your mom , and didn't wanna worry her . Your "friend" Sam from work is such a bitch you didn't know why you still hang out with her, she was partially the reason you got fired.

You opened the door of your apartment, and entered in , expecting silence that you knew you had to wash down with some whiskey along with your sorrows, but instead you found lloyd , the 6 foot moustache man sitting in your couch in an ugly Christmas sweater and loafers, wearing a santa hat,he gave you a big grin. "Didn't expect me did ya sunshine?"

You froze , overwhelmed with emotions, you only remember tears streaming down your face as you let it all out, being cradled again Lloyds chest. "Shh..shh .. calm down didn't know you missed me so much " he joked , but he knew this was about something more than that, he'd never seen you cry before ,we'll except for those stupid movies you'd watch, he'd never seen you upset over real world things.

You wept and wept and wept before you finally told him everything, it was not just getting fired from your job, but your bitch friends, having the worst week of your life, having to spend Christmas alone without lloyd because he had been away for work . "Shh it's okay sunshine...so what that asshole fired you, you'll find a better job at a bigger place, that company was not good enough for you anyway . " He reasoned. Just those words made you feel better .

"thanks Lloyd, that's what I think too, i ...maybe i should leave new york and look for a job elsewhere." Lloyd rubbed your back soothingly, calming you down.

"of course sunshine.....move to masechussetes with me yeah? Move in with me yeahh, I can wake up to you everyday." Lloyd says. You were shocked , didn't expect it from lloyd hansen of all people, you both were just hooking up , never wanting to put labels , but couldn't stay away from each other ,though you both lived in different states, but you always knew he cared for you in his own way, you just never expected these words to come out of his mouth.

"Lloyd.." you smile at his words."I need to find a job in Massachusetts first ..."

"ohh come on ,just be with me I'll take care of ya, you don't need a job..."

"you don't get to decide that if I need a job or not.." though you knew he was just messing with you and trying to cheer you up.

"hmm I know that ,...how bout this,you move to masechussetes with me first and we'll make up for all the most time , and I'll apologize for working through Christmas..."

"you better -" you glared at lloyd playfully.

"oh or course i plan to, why did you think i wore a fucking Christmas sweater and this hat.."

"hmm looks good on on you" you says laughing.

"well thanks sunshine...as I was saying, move to masechussetes first and then maybe we'll look for a job for you." He said placing his hands gently on your hips

"that's not how it works.. lloyd, I need to find a job first , and then move-"

"oh come on you don't even need a job, just stay in my place you'll get whatever you want , you can just stay there painting or reading books all day or whatever it is you feel like doing, maybe me, you can do me all day... And then if you really want to we can get you a job there."

"that does sound like a dream ..but I'm fine i don't expect you to take care of me I can take care of my-"

"yeahh yeahh you can take care of yourself, I know, you're very capable sunshine I've seen it first hand, but just ...let me " he pressed a kiss to the back of your palm.

"I have no problem in letting you take care of me baby...i - " you held yourself back from saying those words though you've both said it multiple times during sex or when you were drunk. It wasn't offical y/n , don't make a fool of yourself,don't make a scene.

"what was that sunshine, complete your words .." lloyd said grinning.

"I love you" lloyd pressed his lips to yours the moment you said it.

"I know babygirl, i love you too ." You allowed your arms around him. "And i want you to be mine, that's all in asking."

"you want me to move to masechussetes?" You ask head still buried in between his arms and firm chest.

"I'd love for you to... but only if you want to, if you wanna stay in new york that's fine too"

"noo i ...I wanna be with you." You said.

"then move to masechussetes?" Lloyd asked hopefully.

"gimme kisses first and maybe put that mouth of yours to good use." You said poking at Lloyds chest.

"well somebody's demanding." While he was already on his knees spreading your legs wide open .

"I've had a shitty day ,I deserve this " .

[pamwritessometimes]

Pam’s masterlist

Here’s what I’m currently working on: Current Works In Progress

Fandoms I write for:

🤍 Supernatural

🤍 The Boys

🤍 Tracker

🤍 Walker

🤍 Big Sky

Soldier Boy (The Boys)

1. pov: you make an Instagram profile for Ben (Social Media AU)

2. Part two of making Ben an Instagram account (Social Media AU)

3. Loving Soldier Boy (drabble)

Summary: Just a short n’ (bitter)sweet drabble about what it’s like to love Ben.

Warnings: language, innuendos (c’mon, it’s Ben), mention of violence

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Beau Arlen (Big Sky)

1. Fridays are for beer and heartbreak (Beau Arlen x Reader)

Summary: Your favorite patron’s there to mend your broken heart.

Warnings: none? oh, maybe that English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

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Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

1. What he doesn’t know (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Summary: You’re hiding two dangerous secrets from Sam. Little did you know, he’s just uncovered one, but it’s not the one you think.

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Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

1. Roots in my dreamland (Dean Winchester x Forest Spirit!Reader)

Summary: Dean encounters a mysterious forest spirit who’s an enigma.

Loosely based on ivy by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: unprotected SMUT (bring protection with yourself, yes, even to a forest), P in V, being naked in the snow, fingering, crack ending, grammar mistakes galore.

2. The Great Invasion (series in progress) (Dean Winchester x reader)

Summary: In a world turned upside down, where monsters hunt and hunters are the prey, Y/N must choose: follow the new rules to stay alive or join a rogue band of hunters determined to reclaim power and change the game for good.

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Russell Shaw (Tracker)

1. Tuesday’s Gone (series completed) (Russell Shaw x reader)

Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you don’t expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughter’s, in ways you never imagined.

2. Dig That Crazy Santa Claus (A Tuesday’s Gone Christmas drabble) (Russell Shaw x reader)

Summary: Your daughter may have uncovered her dad's greatest secret ever.

💌Requests are open💌

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Fate - The Winx Saga Masterlist

as always, if you want to read everything i've written about this, including match ups and all, click here

also warning, this list seems endless. i've written so many drabbles for this fandom omfg

Riven:

Sky's Little Sister

Dance with me

Annoying the Others, as Always

Protective

That's usual Riven

Sky Walks In

Studies and Smoking

Riven is a Softie

Riven's Shirt

There's other people around, damn it!

Tension

No Kisses, just Smoking

Sharing a Cig

First Time Smoking

Carry Me

Caught

Bookworm

Forgetful

Study Sessions

Off my Leg, Please

Stop Snogging in front of Our Faces | Part Two

In Class

Board Games

Reunion

Slow Mornings

Tired

Training Sessions

The Worst

Sickness

Take Care of Me

Muddy, Dirty, Flirty

Riven is Nervous

Happy Place

Favourite Hoodie

Self-Defence Lessons

Earth Fairy Powers

Men Suck

One Bed Trope

You're with Him?

Drunk

Insomniac

Birthday

A Drunk and a Dumbass

Drenched and Bitchy

Booknerd

Napping on his Shoulder

Ice Fairy Powers

Give It Back!

Is that my Shirt?

Almost Caught

Perfectly Sober

No, It's Freezing

Cheating on Sam

Sky and Riven Fighting About You

Poly Relationship with Sky and Reader Headcanons

Poly with Bea and Reader

Dating Riven Headcanons

Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Sam:

Secret, No Secret

Together or Not At All

Go to Sleep

Still Awake

Apparently We Are Dating

Grey:

Drunk

One Bed

Come back to Bed, Baby

Safe and Sound

Who Needs Training?

Childhood Friends

Date

First Kiss

Almost Fryed Me There

I'm (not) here Illegally

Dating Grey Headcanons

Sky:

Christmas Season

Smoking

Nightmares

Sky's Sister

Chronic Pain

Training Accident

Sky and Riven Fighting About You

Poly Relationship with Riven and Reader Headcanons

Beatrix:

Cramps

Take Care of Me

Breaking and Entering

Cigarettes and Making Out

Poly with Riven and Reader

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You can call me Dally, pronouns are she/her, minor.

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What I write: Fluff, Angst, Series', One-shots, & Drabbles.

What I don't write: Smut, male!reader (so please don't ask for these).

Requests: Currently Open.

Hope you enjoy what you read.

Special(s):

Seven Days Of Christmas | 2023 (STATUS: INCOMPLETE)

Headcanons:

The Carpenter Sisters Tara Carpenter

Masterlists:

Clarisse La Rue [no longer writing for] Debra Morgan Hermione Granger Lottie Matthews Jackie Taylor Janine Teagues Nadja of Antipaxos Sam Carpenter Shauna Shipman Tara Carpenter Wednesday Addams

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Courage Drink | Bucky Barnes x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; fluff; drabble.

Summary: Y/N wants to confess her feelings. She just needs a courage drink first. [same sweetheart universe of Christmas Elves and Handsome]

Drinking to gain courage to confess her feelings was a terrible idea, even more so when it was Clint's suggestion. A disastrous and terrifying plan that Y/N decided to follow, even though she was fully aware that she couldn't handle alcohol. But who could judge her for being an anxious mess? James Buchanan Barnes was a magnificent man!

That sun kissed skin, the flirty smile, those strong thighs, the wonderful chest... And his voice? That man was the complete package! Okay, Bucky could be grumpy sometimes, and he didn't know how to cook to save his life, but these were things that Y/N considered as cute traits. And she'd love to play the sweet girlfriend who spoils and cooks for him. That is, if she was capable of saying something right. But no, she kept messing up and embarrassing herself every damn time she was alone with Bucky. It should exist a limit for humiliation, y'know?

"And that's my problem." she muttered defeatedly, taking a sip of the sweet alcoholic drink in her hands. When she didn't get an answer from Sam, she raised her head in confusion. A horrified little yelp escaped her when she came face to face with Bucky himself. "No!"

The man chuckled, leaning his elbows on the bar counter and holding his face with his hands to look Y/N in the eyes, then smiled confidently. "Glad to know the feeling is mutual, sweetheart."

"Did it work?" Sam whispered, gaze flicking to the bar as he sat next to the rest of the group.

"Yeah, it worked." Steve answered dutifully, his ears turning a shade of red.

"They're not holding back." Clint whistled lowly, eyes focused on their lips to read what they're saying. "Something about how he likes his eggs in the morning."

"Well, they're already becoming a menace." Tony said, a proudly smirk on his lips. "Alright, avengers, our work here is done! Let's eat some barbecue outside."

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