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For the anon who asked about a master list recently. Idk how complete this is, but it has a majority of my work on it.

Masterlist?

Assorted SPN

Cas

Chuck

Crowley

Dean

Gabriel

Lucifer

Sam

Winchester/TFW

Other

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Hey! Idk if you take requests fof fanfics, but can i have a story (a gabriel x reader) where The reader has a kitten/petplay kink. And likes to dress up all cute with little cat ears, tail, and collar. And when gabe leaves and she is alone she dresses up in her kitten outfit. Well maybe oneday gabe got home earlier than usual and a lot of embarrasment and fluff insues Sorry if this made no sense. English isnt my best subject.

I take requests but I don’t write smut anymore.

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Hello! There is an unfortunate low amount of jack fanfics out there 😞 could you please do a jack x reader where she takes a day to show him a bunch of fun human things (kind of simple stuff like bowling and swimming and picnics) and thinks its adorable how he gets excited over little things. Maybe a kiss and or love confession at the end? (Also with her obvious feelings for jack the boys love to tease her about it?) sorry its super specific but i need more jack kline in my life 😂😂😞

Sorry, anon. I’ve stopped watching Supernatural, so I don’t know much about Jack as a character.

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So I had this idea & decided I would rather have it written by someone with talent (you).I was wondering if you could write a avengers x malereader where the reader is an ice skater & the team don't know but tony takes them out to a skating event & they find out.I've been watching lots of Johnny weir stuff on YouTube lately so that's where it came from, I love his style and personality. bad romance & poker face are good, you should check them out.I understand if you don't want too write it ❤❤❤❤

How appropriate that this got done around Christmas.

Carving Ice

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Carving Ice

Requested by @lady-ivy-heart

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“Snowsuit up, Avengers,” Tony said, stepping into the lounge and throwing scarves and mittens and stocking caps at everyone. “It’s cold out.”

“Yes, hence the fire and us staying inside,” said Natasha, indicating the large fireplace with a nod.

“JARVIS, extinguish.”

A low woosh filled the room as a fire extinguisher came out of the ground near the fireplace and sprayed the flames out.

“Tony, what was that for?” Steve asked.

“We’ve got a date.”

“Not really into polygamy,” you said, fingers rubbing the incredibly soft material of the scarf that had ended up in your lap (how could anything be this soft?).

“Don’t make me use the springloaded feature on your seats,” Tony said, turning and disappearing down the hall. “Car leaves in five!”

“Do you think he’s serious about these seats being springloaded?” you asked, nervously inching toward the edge of your cushion.

“I doubt it,” Steve said.

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Bruce said at the same time.

All of you exchanged a glance before standing and hurrying toward the garage.

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“Tony, where are we going?” Bruce asked as the limo turned a corner.

“If I told you, it would ruin the surprise,” the billionaire said without glancing up from his phone.

The seven of you sat comfortably in the back, all wrapped up in the garb that Tony had presented you with and the coats you’d grabbed on your way out. (Thor, however, hadn’t grasped the concept and was sitting in the car with a scarf and a bobble hat and his typical sleeveless shirt.)

The limo drove you to the heart of the city; everywhere you looked, people were rushing about, the stereotypical Christmas dance of boxes and bags. The car pulled over, gaining only a few looks from the hundreds of passersby.

“Here we are!” Tony said, opening the door and stepping out into the cold. The rest of you poured out onto the sidewalk, huddling together in the brisk wind.

“Rockefeller Plaza?” Natasha asked. “Why are we here?”

“We’re going skating!” Tony said, bravely leading the way into the rink. “And don’t worry, I’ve gone ahead and had them pull skates for all of us and I’ve been assured that they’re clean.”

“I don’t know how to skate,” Bruce protested, a small nervous look in his eye.

“C’mon, guys, where’s your Christmas spirit?” Tony asked, turning to face the shivering lot of his friends.

“Tony’s right,” Steve said through slightly-chattering teeth (‘Strange,’ you thought. ‘You think he’d be used to cold, having been frozen for years on end…’). “Let’s go have some all-American Christmas fun.”

Begrudgingly, the team gathered their skates and tied them tightly, leaving their shoes in the appropriately marked cubbies. As Tony led you onto the ice, you noticed the rink was empty-- a shock at this time of year.

“Where is everyone?” Clint asked.

“I booked the rink for us. All the other would-be skaters have to wait until tonight to get their moment.”

You watched as Tony pushed a few buttons on his watch. Christmas music began to play over the sound system; the lights lowered until the only ones on were the thousands on the tree.

Slowly, your group began to drift onto the ice. Clint and Natasha caught on quickly, skating around the edges of the rink in sync. Bruce hovered near the rail as Tony skated backward ahead of him. Steve and Thor gained confidence first, challenging each other to gain speed.

You slowly worked your way around the rink, letting your feet remember the way to glide. You’d been raised as a skater, having lived up north your entire life. Not a child in your school didn’t know how to skate or play hockey when you were growing up. Your dad took an annual ice-fishing trip that you tagged along on every New Year’s. You took to ice ‘like a fish to water’.

You closed your eyes and let the quiet slicing of your skates hypnotize you; soon you were jumping and twisting and it was just like being home.

It wasn’t until you realized that the music stopped that you skidded to a stop.

The Avengers stood, watching you with wide eyes.

“Take it this isn’t your first time,” Tony said finally, breaking the silence.

“I… no.”

“How’d you get so good?” Bruce asked, finally having mastered the ability to stand up straight (hand still clenched around the rail).

You shrugged. “Everyone knew how to skate where I came from.”

Tony pulled out his phone and scrolled a bit. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.”

The rest of the team peered over his shoulder. He’d found an old newspaper article from your hometown, showcasing the skating team you’d been a part of since you were four (the article mentioned that as well). The pictures included showed you in mid-air, skates pointed towards the ice. Your teenaged face smiled back at you from the print.

“15 trophies?” Tony asked. “Did you do anything but skate?”

You shrugged. “I had to sleep, sometimes.”

“Funny.” Tony put his phone back in his pocket. “Why didn’t you ever tell us?”

“Didn’t really seem important, in the grand scheme of things.”

“Well, there’s no hiding it now. So come on, Freezer Burn, show us what you got.”

#avengers fanfiction #avengers reader insert #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #thor #tony x reader #requested

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YOURE ALIVE

Only on the outside

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OMG I’VE BEEN MISSING YOU!

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Could you do an 11th Doctor x Time!Lady!Reader where The Doctor is oblivious to readers flirting. But the Ponds can see it clearly and try to help the reader?

Finally had a moment to try and get something written. I’m a little rusty, but at least I finally got it done.

A First Date for the Doctor 

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A First Date for the Doctor

Requested

**11th Doctor-centric

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You’d lived for so long thinking that you were the last of your kind. You’d grown accustomed to being alone, not creating attachments to anyone because they could never understand what it was like to be you.

But then the universe tilted and you ran into the Doctor (more appropriately, he ran into you-- physically. His long limbs and lack of understanding that you need to face forward when walking or running led him to crash straight into you as you wandered through an alien market.) and with the prompting of his two friends, you joined their merry band of outsiders.

You understood the technology within the TARDIS and being aboard it finally felt like you were home again (you had your own version, shaped like an old-fashioned carriage) but the police box was much more acceptable for modern areas on Earth. You and the Doctor and the Ponds traveled to and fro across the universe, the Doctor leading you into many scrapes (but, thankfully, able to get you out of them almost unharmed).

It was destined to happen. At least, that’s what you could glean from the magazines that Amy left lying around the common area of the TARDIS. ‘You’re in love with your best friend-- you’re not alone!’ Well, the Doctor certainly wasn’t your best friend, but you supposed he was as close to one as possible. And you didn’t think, necessarily, that you were in love with him… you’d just come to realize how adorable that little mop of brown curls on his head was, how child-like it was when his eyes lit up at the hint of a new adventure, how he straightened his bowtie when he was proud of himself, a small smile on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, snapping out of your daydream. You glanced at the magazine open in front of you before flipping it closed.

Amy glanced down at the cover, her eyes trailing over the article headlines, the promises of the secrets held within those glossy pages. “Aha! I knew it.”

“What?”

“You like the Doctor!”

“Well, I certainly don’t make a practice of spending time with those I don’t like.”

“No, you like him like him.”

“Of course. That makes perfect sense.”

“What she means,” Rory said, stepping in behind his wife. “Is that you’re in love with him.”

Why were humans so deadset on proclaiming any and everything as ‘love’? “I don’t--”

“And he feels the same way about you!”

“Amy, you don’t know that,” Rory said.

“How could he not! The last two Time Lords--”

“Time Lady,” you said, just as Rory pointed out, “She’s a Time Lady.”

“Whatever! Time People! How could they not be destined to be together forever?”

“Amy, I thought you agreed to not get involved with this,” Rory said, sounding very much like an exhausted father who’s spent the last week telling his toddler that they can’t eat candy for breakfast.

“That’s when I wasn’t sure Y/N felt the same way about the Doctor. But now that I know, I’m going to do everything in my power to get these two lovebirds together!”

You and Rory watched as Amy darted out into the hall, knowing it was no use trying to call her back or catch up with her. When she had her mind fixated on something, she rarely let it go. Rory turned to you.

“Sorry,” he said meekly.

Having never been in a position such as this, and not understanding why Rory was asking for forgiveness when he hadn’t done anything, you simply sat there staring at him.

Soon, the two of you heard Amy thumping back towards you, a second pair of feet tripping behind her. “Amy, what are you doing?” the Doctor asked from the hall.

Amy dragged him in, all elbows and knees until he was standing right in front of you. “She likes you,” she said, somewhat breathlessly. “And you like her. And the next planet we get to, you’re taking her out on a date.”

“A date?” the Doctor asked. “What sort of date?”

“Food. Entertainment. Fun.”

“Well, that’s what we always do when we visit a planet!” the Doctor said with a big, goofy grin.

“But this time, it’ll be just you two.”

The Doctor looked from Amy to Rory to you. “Have you ever been on one of these ‘dates’?”

You shook your head. You’d kept mostly to yourself back on Gallifrey.

“Excellent! It shall be a learning experience for us both!”

#doctor who fanfic #11th doctor fanfiction #11th Doctor #amy pond #rory pond #reader insert #11th doctor x reader #time lady!reader #requested #for anon

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Can you make more of the littlest angel oneshots

Sorry, anon. I’ve run out of steam on that series and will leave it as is.

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Hello! Could you pretty please write a sweet one shot (Sam Winchester x reader) where the reader meets the boys in 2.02 when they arrive at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse? Reader is super goofy and nonchalant and makes Sam smile prompting him to start up a conversation about really anything. Thank you!!

SOOOO sorry this took FOREVER for me to do. Hope it was worth the wait!

Roadhouse Romance

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Roadhouse Romance

Requested

*Sam-centric

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The boys limped into the Roadhouse, feeling their last fight in every joint. Ellen just happened to meet them in the entryway, taking a handful of dirty towels out to her car.

“You boys look like hell,” she said in her loving mother-like way.

“Can we get a drink?” Dean asked.

Ellen nodded towards the bar. “Help yourselves.”

Sam took a seat at the bar while Dean took Ellen’s advice to heart. Dean opened the cooler and pulled out two beers.

“Mind making it three?”

The brothers turned to find you sitting at the other end of the bar. “Who are you?” Dean asked, popping the caps from the two bottles in his hand.

“A thirsty patron, not unlike yourself.”

Dean said nothing, trying to analyze you with narrowed eyes. Sam sighed and reached out, taking one of the bottles from him.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.

“Thanks,” you said, returning the smile—much prettier than Sam’s, with bigger dimples. “It’s so hard to find good help these days.” You glanced at Dean. “I don’t know why Ellen keeps you on here.”

“Some would say it’s because of my good looks.”

“Those poor people! I can’t imagine being blind.”

Sam let out a barking laugh while Dean glared at you.

“Y/N, you leave those poor boys alone,” Ellen said, coming back into the room. “They’ve had a hard enough day without you pestering them.”

You shot a wink to Sam before standing and heading towards the back where the jukebox was. Dean came back from behind the bar and sat next to his brother. “Who is that, Ellen?”

“A hunter,” Ellen said. “Blows in from Oklahoma occasionally. Her bark is worse than her bite unless you’re a werewolf—those are her specialty.”

The early vocals of an old Kansas song began to play over the speakers. Sam glanced at his brother before slipping off his stool and heading towards the back.

“Hey,” he said, approaching you.

“Hay’s for horses,” you said with a smile.

“That’s true.”

You grabbed a pool cue from the rack on the wall. “They always say you can lead a horse to pool but you can’t make ‘em play.” You cocked an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth lifted in a laugh at your own joke. “What about you?”

“Rack ‘em up,” Sam said, taking the cue from you and following you around the table. He watched as you fluidly set everything up. There was something about you that made you seem… unreal. It was like you were floating through space, not forcefully grounded like Sam was. You were… carefree, an odd trait for a hunter to have.

And yet, as you leaned over the table, Sam could see a fang dangling off a leather strap around your neck, no doubt from some defeated werewolf. You weren’t to be messed with.

When everything was set, you stepped aside, letting Sam break. Your eyes watched the balls bounce around the table, one dropping into a pocket.

“Stripes,” Sam said.

“Wonderfully slimming.”

The game went by, followed by another. Sam found himself wanting to ask you about yourself but couldn’t—while your personality was certainly charming and intriguing, he wondered if you would ever answer a question honestly, bluntly. You danced around questions in a fun, whimsical way—telling your history or backstory would probably bum you out.

A few beers later, Dean wandered over. “C’mon, Sammy. Let’s go back to the motel. I’m beat.”

“So is he,” you said, sinking the eight ball, winning yet another round.

“Damn,” Sam said. “Remind me to never play you for money.”

“What do you think we’ve been doing?” you asked, your face serious for the first time that night.

“I… what?”

“Just kidding!” you said, smile breaking over your face. You took Sam’s cue and hung it back on the wall next to yours. “All fun and games. Promise.”

“Say goodbye to your girlfriend, Sammy,” Dean said. “We got a long day tomorrow.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I should probably be going, too,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

“Looking forward to it,” Sam said, smiling at you.

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural oneshot #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #dean one shot #sam one shot #dean x reader #sam x reader #request #for anon

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10 Movies

Post ten gifs from your favorite movies without revealing their titles and tag ten people. Tagged by @winchestergirl607

Y’all do you— join if you feel moved

#10 movies

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Would you do a part two for secret of falling ? It's so good??

Part 2

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Male angle x dean in witch y/n wings are revealed to dean and dean, not knowing there sensitive, pets them. Fluff or smut ensues

I decided to add this to a sequel I was already planning on writing. 

The Secret of Falling, part 2

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The Secret of Falling, part 2

Requested

Part 1

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Sam didn’t care that Dean was mad. You were a valuable part of the team and Dean had no right to kick you out, especially since you had literally nowhere to go.

“He lied to us!” Dean shouted. “He told us he was human and he’s not! How can we trust him?”

“Dean, we never asked Y/N if he was human. We just assumed he was. That’s on us. And besides, he’s done nothing but help us.”

Dean scoffed.

“Look at your arm. When I left, that was a huge, bleeding wound. Now, there’s not even a scratch.”

“Big deal.”

“You want me to give you another wound? See if it really is a big deal?”

Dean glared at his brother. “Why are you on his side?”

“Because he’s been on ours for the past few months. And that’s all that matters.” Sam grabbed his bag and threw a few of his extra items into it. “Come on. We’re going.”

“Where?”

“To find Y/N. We can’t let him leave thinking we hate him.”

Dean began to grumble but Sam shut him up with a look. The brothers grabbed their bags and headed out to the Impala.

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The brothers searched and searched but found no trace of you. Sam hated to admit it, but there was no way of knowing where you could have gone. So the brothers had to return home.

A few days later, Sam was in the library when he heard a small noise from behind one of the shelves. He wandered over, blade in hand, to find you cowering in the corner.

“Y/N?”

“Sam? Is Dean here?”

“Yeah, he’s wandering around somewhere. Why?”

“I wanted to come get a few things but I didn’t want to run into him. Is he still mad?”

Sam nodded slightly. “I tried to get him to see that you weren’t the enemy, but…”

“It’s okay. I know I should have told you two that I was… am an angel.”

Sam gave you a small smile before leading you down the hall towards the room where you’d stayed. There wasn’t much in there, but he was touched that you wanted to take the few items the Winchesters had given you. Perhaps there was some sentimental attachment there?

Sam disappeared into his room to grab a bag for you. In his absence, however, Dean appeared.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean,” you said, turning in surprise. “I just came to get a few things. I’ll be gone soon. I promise.”

Dean said nothing—after all, what could he say to you?

“Dean,” you said, approaching him slightly. “I’m… sorry. For keeping my true self from you.”

Dean glared at you. After a few moments, he finally spoke in a gruff voice. “Show me.”

“What?”

“Your wings. Show them to me. I have to see them to believe that you’re…”

You nodded before allowing your wings to slowly unfold behind you. They were gorgeous, if you did say so yourself—a deep navy blue with minuscule white specks, visible only if you were looking at them up close.

Dean’s face dropped slightly upon seeing the grandeur of your wings.  He took a step forward and reached out, his fingers running through your feathers.

He noticed you wince slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said, wing trembling slightly. “I just… well, they’re sensitive. Not used to having anyone but me touch them.”

“Oh.” Dean withdrew his hand. “Sorry.”

You bit your lip before taking the tip of your right wing in your hand. You held it out to Dean, offering him one of the less sensitive areas. You didn’t want to burn what little bridge the two of you now had between yourselves.

Dean looked down and slowly ran his index finger over the feather. “Soft,” he said under his breath.

Sam reappeared in the doorway at that moment. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You nodded, watching Dean’s eyes trail over your feathers, index finger stroking gently.

Sam watched his brother. “Y/N was just getting ready to leave.”

Dean made a noncommittal noise, his eyes and finger never leaving your wing.

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural oneshot #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #dean one shot #sam one shot #dean x reader #sam x reader #angel!reader #male!reader #request #for anons #sequel

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Hi! Welcome back! I missed getting new fics from you. I was wondering if you could do a Gabriel x fallen!angel!reader, where the reader is an angel who lost her grace and ended up getting it back after hunting with the boys but they don't know she's an angel until Gabriel came along. And can it be really fluffy with a bit of wing grooming? (Sorry if that doesn't make sense) Thanks and welcome back!

Dead Brother, Fallen Sister

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