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justagirlinafandomworld · 4 years

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A Moment is All We Have

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 652

Summary: Takes place during 12x22. Sometimes you don’t get to pick when you say I love you. Dean figures he’s waited long enough.

@deanwanddamons requested “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” For my 400 Follower Drabble Fest. Thank you so much darling! I hope you’ll like this!

Warnings: A bit on the angsty side

He had meant to tell you when things had quieted. With Castiel in the wind with Lucifer’s unborn kid and Mary not returning their calls, the time hadn’t seemed right.

But when he and Sam learned hunters were on a hit list, the irony wasn’t lost on him that searching for Cas and waiting for Mary was a quiet moment, and he had let it slip on by. The most he could do was send you a text to warn who you could and watch your back. He’d meet with you after he and Sam secured a bit of leverage and intel.

The entire time you were in the back of his mind. With every passing second, he could feel time running out. And when they were trapped in the bunker without a prayer for help – there was a terrifying moment in which he believed it had. It was brief. It was enough. He decided the next time he saw you – because there would be a next time – he was telling you.

A busted leg, a brainwashed mom tied to a chair, a plan of attack with Sam in the lead. Everything was on the verge of war, and he couldn’t go with you.

While everyone packed and readied their weapons, he called you aside.

Mary watched intently from the corner, assessing dynamics, zeroing in on Dean’s tales of nervousness. A bobbing Adam’s apple, licking of lips and fidgeting hands.

You didn’t catch these tales, warily watching Mary as you passed her to get to Dean.

He turned you away from her, blocking you against the wall so you could only stare at him. He leaned heavily on the wall, his mouth pulling in a grimace. You reached a hand to his shoulder in comfort.

“You’re not coming, are you?”

He swallowed and shook his head.

“Listen, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. And, with all the crap that’s happened and with what’s about to go down, I need to say it.” His chin dropped to his chest. A hand grasped yours.

You leaned in, as if about to hear a secret.

But when he appeared to be hedging on his words, you squeezed his hand, uttered his name.

“I think I’m…” his eyes snapped up to yours. Wide and searching. “…in love with you. And I don’t know what to do.”

Your hand moved from his shoulder to cup the side of his face. His eyes fluttered, taking comfort from the contact.

You smiled.

You knew.

Of course, you knew.

He had been acting flustered around you for weeks; your usual banter cut short when he would blush, mutter incoherently and then walk away. You didn’t think he was ever going to say it and had already resigned yourself to a love that would never be spoken. That he had said it, both elated and terrified you.

“Say something?” His voice wavered, snapping you back to the gravity of the situation.

Sam was going to lead an attack against the British Men of Letters with only a prayer’s hope for success. Dean was staying behind to try to help Mary who was so far gone that hurting her own boys was just another bullet on her to-do list. In this one moment, this small space between the kitchen and the hallway, it was just the two of you. And he loved you.

“I love you too.” The easiest words you had ever said. “And you don’t have to do anything, Dean. You’ve always had me. Just don’t die. That’s all you have to do.”

He chuckled and pulled the hand from his face to clasp both of yours firmly between his own. You pressed your forehead up to his.

“You kick some British ass. And then you come home to me, you hear.”

You didn’t say anything; knowing that any promises made before battle could too easily be broken.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 4 years

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Sweet Little Lies

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 636

Anonymous Requested: “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

A/N: Written for my 400 Follower Drabble Celebration. Thank you for requesting! And, I know, I hem and haw over Loki’s last name all the time. Just going to stick with “Loki” from now on lol

Warnings: Angst. Arranged Marriage!AU

What a dramatic notion; time stopping.

As if a revelation suddenly made the entire world slow. Made people fade into nothingness so that it was only you, in the quiet, suffocating to the sound of your heartbeat.

Because if that was a thing that happened for others – the universe revolving around them; it certainly was not a thing for you.

The laughter was a loud raucous. The liquor poured freely, and the court continued its joyous feast.

It was only a flash akin to lightning, as if Thor had tapped you on the back with a shock from his fingers.

Lady Sif stared knowingly across the table.

You grabbed your goblet and slipped away. Down the stone halls, lit by floating balls of flame, where guards stood erect at intervals.

You rounded a corner, intent on your room, but stopped suddenly when you nearly came crashing into the one you were running from.

Loki.

Dressed in his ceremonial garb of black and green, his head tilted as he stared down at you. The snake who had found his prey.

“And where would my dear wife be headed in the midst of all this reverent joy?” His tone was biting, his gaze like ice. “Looks awfully disrespectful to leave in the middle of our own wedding reception.”

You dropped your gaze from his, gluing it to his chest in an effort to steel your resolve.

“Loki, please.”

“I believe we agreed you were to call me my lord. You’ve kept the barrier up this long, why stop now? This is, after all, only business.”

You couldn’t help the flash of pain across your face.

Because he was right. You were the one who kept him at a distance for the duration of your engagement. Returning his advances with cool rejections on the pretense that this was all against your will.

Finally settling on an agreement with the Prince that the arranged marriage would be nothing more than a diplomatic sham. Civil in public and separate behind closed doors.

But something had changed in the last two weeks. And the Queen Frigga had been the one to point it out to you.

He had started to turn to you for political council, she voiced gently.

But you disregarded that with the fact that it was a part of the position you were obligated to fill.

You showed true concern for his well being when he would leave on missions with Thor.

But that was because if anything were to happen, the arranged marriage and the subsequent truce would be threatened.

And the fierceness with which you defended his capabilities to Odin himself?

Again, simply fulfilling what was expected of you.

And the fondness?

How you watched him with a satisfied expression when he was laughing across the room?

It was obvious to everyone but you.

And, staring up at Loki now, with his piercing gaze and pouting mouth; you realized he had no idea either.

“My Lord,” You spoke slowly. ““I think I’m in love with you.”

He stared long and hard.

“Have you taken to playing tricks?”

“No.”

“My dear, that is my forte-”

“Loki.”

The annoyance at being interrupted was clear on his face, but he pursed his lips together and allowed you to go on.

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do. I know how I have treated you, I know what we agreed…That is why I am leaving. I need a moment. I need time.” Because the universe wasn’t going to stop to let you catch up.

Judging by the careful expression on his face, the furrowed brow and calculating eyes, the way it appeared he was holding his breath until he could dismantle your lie to reveal the truth – Loki wasn’t about to let you either.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 4 years

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Under the Stars

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 528

Anonymous Requested “Shall we- shall we go back t-to my place?” Loki x Reader, take it wherever you want but maybe slightly dominant reader?

A/N: Written for my 400 Follower Drabble Celebration. Thank you for requesting!

Warnings: Sensual stuff. Making out. Slightly dominant reader.

The air was crisp, biting at your bare ankles and turning the tip of your nose cold. Twilight splayed overhead, millions of stars upon a blanket of velvet. The crashing waves of the ocean your symphony.

Nestled into Loki’s side, you watched the blue luminescent figures dance in the air before you. A play brought to life by his fingertips.

The wine sloshed in your belly, warming your cheeks and freeing your laughter.

The crinkles around your nose; your mouth.

How naturally you pressed your head to his shoulder – that’s what did him in.

Fingers touched your chin.

Your laughter slowed.

The figures disappeared into the breeze as his lips pressed into yours.

You leaned up into him, opening your mouth to his.

His arm came around you, delicately holding onto your elbow while the other splayed brazenly across your back.

The prince kissed deeply, eliciting a buzz in your mind and fireworks behind your eyes.

Your body sank into the sand. Hands pulled at his shoulders but he was already following you down.

Your hands drifted down his back, fingernails dragging along his tunic sending chills down his spine. His breath trembled as he pulled away. Your lips trailed his jawline, tongue lavishing his skin, tasting salt and sweet before sinking your teeth into the tender flesh of his neck.

His eyes flashed open, pupils wide and vision sparking with colors.

He moved to still your hands, distancing himself to allow cool air between you.

Eyes unfocused, lips plump and parted; you were left reeling. He lifted a hand to tenderly trace the curve of your face with his frozen knuckles.

“Shall we – shall we go back t-to my place?” His voice wavered.

His hesitation caught you so by surprise, a giggle escaped.

You leaned up to capture his lips again, only to frown when he pulled back to evade you.

He thought you were laughing at him.

Recognizing your error, your eyes latched onto his. With both hands, you combed your fingers through his dark locks, easing his fear through affection.

“Darling,” You spoke lowly. “I plan to have you right here and now. Whoever sees be damned.”

His chest expanded and his pupils dilated once more.

“You plan to have me?” He repeated, amusement seeping into his voice.

A smile bloomed across your face – his only warning.

Shoving him back, you rolled over him, a knee on either side of his waist, his body fitting snuggly between your legs. Hands pinned his wrists on either side of his head, his raven hair fanned out like a crown. Surprise on his sharp face.

He was the most beautiful creature you had ever set eyes upon.

You rolled your hips, purring at the thrill the friction of his pants created, at the same time he hissed, baring his teeth.

“With your permission, my Lord.” You said breathlessly.

He huffed sharply; eyes half lidded as he stared up at you.

“Go on,” He goaded.

Underneath the silver moon and vast twilight, with the ocean as your symphony; you peeled back Loki’s armor, stroked every inch of his marble flesh, devoured his lips and claimed him as your own.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 4 years

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Sunglasses and Orange Peels

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 916

Written for my 400 Follower Drabble Celebration. @93generation Requested a Bucky x Reader Drabble, the prompts are bolded. Thank you for requesting honey! I had such fun writing this and I hope you’ll have fun reading it 😊

It started with casual drinks on your balcony. Summer was fast approaching which meant sunshine and bare legs, colorful shades, tank tops and a hefty supply of rum for tropical inspired drinks. Reggae tunes played on your phone while you and Bucky propped your feet up on an ice chest and slouched in canvas chairs.

Conversation flowed like salt on the breeze – open cases and tales of teammate shenanigans.

Bucky talked a lot about Sam, his words teasing but his tone affectionate. The two had come a long way together, it made you smile at more than just the narrated banter.

You talked a bit about Wanda and Bucky earnestly listened, understanding that with Nat gone the two of you clung together as ardently as sisters.

When you felt the mood drop, you shoved an orange slice in your mouth and waited for Bucky to look over. At your silence, he eventually did. You peeled your lips back to deliver an orange grin.

His eyebrows shot high on his forehead; a smile sprawled across his face. He turned away with a chuckle and offered to get you a refill.

The chair whined and scraped against the cement as he stood.

With a slurping sound, you chewed the peel clean of fruit and slipped it from your mouth and dropped it into your empty cup. Tongue reaching out dramatically and fingertips moving to your chin, you worked fast to make sure not a drop of juice was spilled.

Bucky froze, his shades slowly slid from the top of his head and landed on the bridge of his nose. His stare never wavered.

“Oh, god,” He groaned, catching your attention instantly. “How can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

Your lips parted. With his eyes covered, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It was suddenly very infuriating. You pushed up from your chair, taking your cup in hand and fitting yourself into the doorway to face him.

“If that gets you, you should see me work a cherry stem.” You said lowly.

His hand caught your hip before you could move away.

It was you and Bucky, miles away from anybody else with reggae music and a warm breeze. Rum on your breath and sweet fruit on your tongue.

He kissed you.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and he had you pressed into the door jamb. When you nearly lost your balance, the two of you stumbled indoors.

Chuckles released between kisses. His hands gripped the back of your thighs and lifted. Your knees pressed around his waist, but you couldn’t quite lock your ankles which led to more stumbling and you landed atop your dining table.

You broke apart laughing, his head resting on your shoulder and your face buried in his hair.

“You’re not going to regret this are you?” You asked when the laughter subsided.

His head lifted, the shades now down to the tip of his nose so that you had a clear view of the surprise in his blue eyes.

You smiled. Despite the seriousness of your question, he was too adorable to keep a straight face. You pulled the shades from his face, dropping them onto the table and moving to do the same with yours.

“Are you?” He asked, unsure.

His question stopped you and you dropped your hands back onto the table to lean on. His waist was still pressed between your legs, his arms braced on either side of you. There was no room for lies.

“No. But let’s be honest here, Bucky, you’re the hero every dame wants to slow dance with at the end of the night.”

He smirked. He always did like it when you used his jargon.

“Don’t you know who you are, doll?” With one hand, he pulled the sunglasses from your head, tossing them alongside his. “You’re brilliant, caring, devoted to your friends and funny without even trying sometimes.”

With every claim, he leaned in, brushing the tip of your nose with his, sending goosebumps down your legs. But at that last detail, your thighs tightened at his waist and you pulled back.

“Are you saying people laugh at me and not with me?”

“I’m saying you’re adorable. And so unbelievably sexy, you drive me crazy.” Teeth bit into his bottom lip as he gazed at you. Even with your tight grip on his waist, he leaned forward, over the table, over you so that you eventually reclined, propped up by your elbows. Amusement in his eyes faded, overcome by hunger. “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

The craving on his face, framed by muscular shoulders had your mouth watering and your legs trembling.

“Your call.”

His eyes were half lidded now as he was only a breath away from capturing your lips with his.

“I-I think we should go for dinner first.” You all but whispered.

His mouth scrunched and his body tensed as he pulled back the slightest with a groan; your noses now barely touching. Frustration clouded his eyes, but he sighed in resignation.

“You see, I think I’m pretty funny.” You spoke, voice loud and clear with bravado.

His eyes flashed and you swore he growled.

He all but crawled on top of the table to punish you with a blistering kiss.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 4 years

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Hello all you wonderful people and welcome to my 400 Follower Celebration!!! I’m absolutely flabbergasted, charmed, ecstatic and thankful that we’ve come this far. To celebrate, I’m opening drabble requests!

Rules

Send in request as an ASK by Friday, March 13th

Choose a character (fandoms I write: MCU, SPN, DW, Star Trek aos, Sherlock)

Choose a dialogue prompt from either list

100 Dialogue Prompts to Break a Reader’s Heart or 100 Dialogue Prompts to Make a Reader Swoon

Both lists written by the wonderfully creative @a-cure-for-writers-block

Feel free to throw an AU suggestion with it if you like.

Don’t have to be following me, but it’d sure be cool if you did :)

At max, I’d say 3 requests per person

How I’ll Operate

The absolute minimum for my drabbles will be 200 words. No max.

If there are two requests that are similar, I may combine them depending on the muse.

Instead of posting as I finish them, I’m going to queue drabbles to be released starting Wednesday, April 1st.

I’ll tag every drabble #celebrate400

BUT WAIT! There’s MORE!

Say...would you rather write than request?

Let me know in an ask by Friday, March 13 and I’ll answer with MY OWN request selected from either list above.

Just let me know of the fandoms you want to write for and I’ll select a character

The challenge? Minimum 100 words, no max.

Due by Friday, April 3rd.

Please tag me in the post and include #celebrate400 in the tags

Don’t Stress! Have fun!

Peruse the lists and let’s celebrate!

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