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Smut Drabble - by @winchester-smut

Sam Taking Your Virginity (smut) - by @cleverdame

Hold On Parts One & Two (fluff, angst) - by @latinenglishfandomblog

Whole Lotta Woman (smut, plus size reader) - by @blushingsamgirl

What Do You Want For The New Year (fluff) - by @one-shots-supernatural

A Night on Broadway (smut) - by @saxxxology

The Speciality  (fluff)- by @imagineteamfreewill

All I Want for Christmas (fluff) - by @girl-next-door-writes

Closer (smut) - by @deanscolette

Imagine Sam’s Mouth…(smut) - by @bohowitch

Stubborn (smut) - by @tattooed-on-my-wayward-soul

First and Last (smut - a/b/o) - by @scorpiongirl1

Watch (smut) - by @itsmkjones

Forgiveness (angst) - by  @fast-times-in-the-impala

The Sexual Prowess of Sam Fucking Winchester : An Illustrated Essay (smut) - by @themegalosaurus & @winchestersinthedrift

Let Me Prove You Wrong (smut) - by @crowleysplaythings

Dreams Come True (smut) - by @ackleholic96

Jared x Reader

6th and San Jacinto (smut) - by @impalaimagining

If you’d like to be on next week’s Fiction Friday rec list (or would like to rec a story you loved) just tag me in your fic or submit it here. This list is Sam/Jared reader insert only.

Happy fanfic Friday!!! 






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Happy Reading y’all!!

My Gravity Falls tribute is finally finished! This one was a lot of blood sweat and tears. I lost my entire first 5 days of work to 2 cats with muddy paws, and had to start over from scratch. I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks Gravity Falls for an amazing summer!


Rafael Barba / Good Neighbors

Per Request: HERE,
re: Living near Rafael in your 20s & losing touch, then meeting again.

Originally posted by knittingharlot

Okay, 20-something Rafael Barba? Sweet peach material, let’s play.

Please note: I don’t speak Spanish. I google-translated any Spanish, feel free to correct me. Also: You/Reader don’t know much Spanish in this go, either.

Who was at your door?

You hopped up off your chaise, and tip-toed around the scattered records on the floor. It was a Saturday, and you didn’t have any classes or other responsibilities to worry about today- a complete rarity in your life. Which would explain why you were in the position you were; lounging sleepily around in a simple little emerald sundress, nursing your second glass of white wine, and tapping out a joint that one of your friends from school had gifted you for helping her with a paper.

Up to your toes, and you took a peek through the hole in the door. A handsome brunette boy about your age was rocking from foot to foot, holding a little brown box in his arms. He didn’t look familiar, you thought absently, but didn’t think he looked particularly dangerous either. Kinda cute, not that it mattered much. Handsome strangers were rare, and rarely interested in you.

“Hello, how may I help you?” You lay against the edge of the door after opening it, and peered down curiously at his arms. “Whatchya got there?”

He jumped, mostly surprised you had introduced the conversation with questions instead of… well, an introduction. “Oh, uh, this got delivered to my apartment, I’m new here-” The box was held out towards you, and he tapped at the name in the delivery field. “That’s not me,” he pointed out further, which you could have assumed- it was your name there, not his.

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Hooray hooray, it’s #FridayReads! It’s a frosty Friday here in Washington, DC, so I’m curling up with Leigh Bardugo’s Crooked Kingdom – my library hold finally came through, AWW YEAH!

Friend of the Desk Colin Dwyer is still having his tiny mind blown by The Master and Margarita.

Arts Desk Editor Nina Gregory is rereading A Wrinkle in Time, which prompted an email-chain nostalgia festival with the rest of us.

Code Switch’s Karen Grigsby Bates is working on Ta-Nehisi Coates’ excellent essay in the Atlantic, “My President Was Black,” and also feasting her eyes on Nichelle Gainer’s new Vintage Black Glamour volume: “Gorgeous book with gorgeous photos of black men from all walks of life (ambassadors, entertainers, artists, athletes, etc) from the early 19th Century through the 70s.“

And Boss Lady Ellen scored an advance copy of The Way of the Strangers, Graeme Wood’s book on the Islamic State – stay tuned for an interview with Wood on Morning Edition next week.

What about you?

– Petra

Happy Friday Y’all! TGIF!!!

As always, if you would like to see your fic on Fanfic Friday, please tag me in your stories! I try to read and give feedback to each and everyone (although I am not super woman) and every one I do get tagged in is featured!

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The First Move

A/N: For the anon who wanted Barba reacting to you making the first move and kissing him?
I apologize in advance as I’m 99.9% sure this isn’t want you wanted, but I was hijacked by my dear, departed @minidodds (and proofed & permitted by @avenuepotter).
If you wish to know how it really ended, in true fluffy Rafi Friday style, just let me know and I will kindly oblige you with the truth.

The thing you hated the most about being a medical examiner, wasn’t the guts and gore or seeing the depravity of mankind, it was testifying in open court. Ever since you were a teenager, public speaking had been something of an Achilles’ heel for you. From the overwhelming anxiety, right down to the occasional stutter that seemed to forget that it belonged to your childhood, you inevitably ended up a wreck.

Since taking a job in Manhattan, you had been called to testify on a number of occasions, and each time you had relied heavily on the beta blockers you’d asked your own doctor to prescribe for you. That was until you’d met Rafael Barba.

After your transfer, you’d soon discovered that New York City was a place where many a heinous crime took place. That was how you got to know Mr. Barba. You were first introduced to him in a rather unusual way. In fact, it was far from a formal introduction.

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It’s time to escape from the news with some Friday Reads – I’m grooving on Simon Stålenhag’s super creepy Things from the Flood.

Arts Desk editor Ted Robbins is revisiting the lyrics of Leonard Cohen.

Friend of the Desk Colin Dwyer has Gene Wolfe’s Claw of the Conciliator – “Waist-deep in Wolfe’s world now, and not wading out anytime soon,” he reports.

Critic Annalisa Quinn is reading ODY-C, Matt Fraction & Christian Ward’s trippy reimagining of the Odyssey as gender-flipped space opera.

And Code Switch’s Karen Grigsby Bates is ever on the job, mainlining articles and profiles of the President-elect.

How about you?

– Petra


It’s a special pre-Christmas edition of Friday Reads! I continue to be sucked into Leigh Bardugo’s Grishaverse (I dunno what it is with me and Eastern-Europe-flavored fantasy worlds – hello Uprooted – other than that it’s where my people are from),

Arts Desk correspondent Neda Ulaby says she’s reading Richard Rorty’s Achieving Our Country, “a philosophical examination of identity politics from 1997 that’s been getting a lot of recent traction.”

Boss Lady Ellen is curled up by the fire with Eowyn Ivey’s To the Bright Edge of the World, lucky her.

And reviewer Annalisa Quinn reports, “The annual Dorothy Sayers Christmas reread continues with Busman’s Honeymoon.” Sounds delightful!

How about you?

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, what is your favorite Sci-Fi, this could be either universe or maybe even a one shot.

Thanks for the interest, but man! That’s a tough one, haha.
Reckon it depends on what aspect we’re talking. I mean, I like the Star Wars movies for their energy and momentum, for instance, even the prequels with various flaws let you have a pretty good time most of the way through without being too distracted by anything but the fun experience.
But I also like other weird things, like Mad Max’s various bloody adventures, for the simple fact that they’re so weird, wild and savage; or Blade Runner, for it’s strange visual poetry and almost-Kubrick layers of subtlety.
I like Star Trek for it’s world building and tacit intelligence, that ability to tell a simple forty-minute story with more important moral and philosophical concepts to explore than a bloated 1250-page Terry Goodkind novel could ever hope to scratch.
And of course, several iterations of Godzilla, because who doesn’t like to watch giant monsters beating the shit out of each other and accidentally destroying entire cities while they do it?
Ridley Scott’s Alien franchise is definitely on the list, as are Marvel’s X-Men comics (outcasts persecuted by society), and a good example of a one-shot I greatly adore is K-PAX, a short little book by Gene Brewer which mostly changed my life.
The Dresden Files books are also cool, and I’ve been a fan of Fallout’s wasteland mythology from the beginning if we’re talking video games. Also, BattleTech’s military sci-fi universe has always been awesome to me, and William Gibson’s so-called “Sprawl trilogy”.
Cowboy Bebop is high on my list also, because it contains among it’s other fun and badass attributes, some of the most interesting and skillfully crafted character-writing I’ve ever witnessed in any form of fiction.
If you’re looking for a good, badass, funny, and unusually deep cyberpunk book though, look no further than Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash.
I fantasize of writing a screenplay for that book some day.
I could think of more, but I’m a few too many bourbons into the bottle right now.
Thanks for asking, and have a badass weekend, yo.

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Fiction Friday #3

Huge (TV series consisting of 10 episodes)

There’s more to a person than what can be seen on the outside, as a group of teens and staffers at a weight-loss camp learn in this drama series. As the teens work on getting healthy, they and the staff learn a lot about one another and about themselves.

Reasoning for inclusion: One of the councillors, Poppy, is asexual which she herself states in episode 5: “Movie Night.

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders and purging. One of the campers is there without their consent but this is handled sensitively and she is all about body positivity.


Welcome to our Inauguration Day edition of Friday Reads – my library hold finally came through so I (shamefully late, I know) am taking Isabel Wilkerson’s Pulitzer-winning The Warmth of Other Suns home with me.

Mama Susan Stamberg has We’ll Always Have Casablanca, out now in honor of the film’s 75th birthday.

Boss Lady Ellen reports that the upcoming biography of Richard Nixon by a former member of the Boston Globe’s Spotlight team is “wildly interesting.”

Friend of the Desk Colin Dwyer says the science in Seveneves is keeping him reading.

And PCHH producer Jessica Reedy has Lindsey Lee Johnson’s The Most Dangerous Place on Earth.

How about you?

– Petra

A New Correspondence Between Two Monsters: Part I

*Author’s Note* : This is another writing exercise that I have recently been playing around with - writing a letter in the voice of a character. The context for this is that the character, Rolland, has received a letter from a supposed vampire.  Rolland Delamare appears in my novel and yeah… the novel has a werewolf in it but that is the only fantastical element in the story. This character, Rolland, is, to put it lightly, disturbed, but is very much human. This exercise should capture his personality, his voice, and his aspirations. This is the way he writes. Thankfully, he doesn’t write in my novel - or at least he hasn’t yet. If he wrote enough of it, it’d probably turn into a gothic. The writing here is probably a bit over the top, but that’s Rolland for you.  WARNING: uncomfortable themes. 

29th of January

My dear Monster,

 I think perhaps we’re brethren as I too bear the weight of an unsettling affliction. It is something I keep hidden for much of my public life, like most maladies of the affluent. Blood, too, is a weakness of mine, I’ll confess because of this perfect anonymity. I am enraptured by the thought of it - the dripping, spilling, pouring like rich, thick molasses. It’s beautiful. Provocative even. You call it a ‘monstrous curse’, but you must learn to see it as it is - a release. It allows for new ventures and sensations beyond my own imaginings - it’s better than air, better than sex. This malady of mine I know is psychological. There is science involved and it’s all very clinical. I am not insane. My father has confirmed this. So has my aunt. My mother is comatose, but if she weren’t vegetative, she’d likely concur as well.

The truth is - I can confess to you because it seems you are like me and you might understand - that I’d been living unaware of this affliction for sometime and it was not something I completely recognized until I met my sister. I don’t have a living sister and I don’t believe she is who she claims to be. My younger sister - the dead one - vanished when we were young as a consequence of the curse set upon our house. This curse I believe is the cause of my affliction, the reason for my mother’s coma, and the reason why all but five of the Delamare clan are dead. My sister - or more aptly put, the girl inhabiting my very residence - suffers a pain not unlike the one you and I share. It is because of this I know that she and I cannot possibly be related. The allure for her is not simply just blood, but blood in rhythm. Pulses and tides sway her. It is the full moon that beckons her.

She, this alien moon child, does not know yet what she craves. I know this by her somnambulism. She is a starveling child who roams even in sleep. Her movements are difficult, even feral. I’ve seen her kill before. She was an exquisite and alluring creature in those moments as she bled out a pedestrian on 57th Street. She was fierce and undoubtedly powerful and I am glad to this day I kept myself hidden during this encounter, because when I approached her the next morning on the subject she hadn’t the faintest recollection of the night’s events. She asked me what movie I’d been jacking off to and I let the subject drop.

To date, I’ve never committed any crime. I haven’t killed another living person, but following this encounter with my sister, I want to. Until then, I had been horribly miserable, but finally I have found my release.

We must meet. If anything, misery loves company. I’ll set the date. February 2nd at 2 a.m. Sheep Meadow, Central Park, Manhattan. We will likely be the only two people present.

Deepest Regards,

Rolland Delamare

sisterofsilence  asked:

[Fiction Friday]: The Mournival. Sudden mandatory horse riding lessons in the ring at the Imperial Palace. It would seem He just 'happened' to have exactly the right mounts for them too. Tarik claims innocence. (Up to you whether it's the Hastur or Loken configuration of the Mournival)

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@marcstjamestwin: Ok. I love your blog and I was hoping to have any one shot of a Steve imagine where Tony is trying to make him admit his true feelings to you? Making him jealous kind of thing? Luv you!

TITLE: Jealous Steve
NOTES/WARNINGS: Besides Tony and Steve, the Avengers are very… fan fictionie. But hey, this is a fan fiction so fuck it.

Steve sat in the living room, watching you like you were the only one left of your kind. As if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. All you were doing was reading a book whilst being curled up on the arm chair but Steve still thought you looked lovely.

Originally posted by rogers-room

You didn’t notice the way Steve looked at you but Tony had. Tony noticed how whenever you were all in a briefing, Steve would always take your opinion as gospel. How when you and Steve had a conversation, he would stutter slightly or his cheeks would turn a little red. His body may be a super soldier, but he still behaved like the skinny dork Steve around woman.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you about something.” Tony said after knocking on your bedroom door and walking in. You got uncomfortable on the arm chair and moved to your room.

“What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, putting your book to the side. He sat down on the end of your bed and looked at you seriously.

“It’s about Steve.” You sat up straight, worried at what could have happened to your best friend. “He likes you.”

“I should hope so.” You laughed, not understanding what he meant. “He’s one of my best friends.”

“No, I mean… like like.” He said, rolling his eyes at the childish phrase. You raised your eyebrows and did a nervous chuckle. “I have a plan.”

“Go on…” You said cautiously.

“We are going to make that old man jealous.”

“Good morning.” Tony said as he walked into the kitchen wearing only pyjama bottoms. He walked up to you who was sitting at the breakfast bar with Steve and Natasha and kissed you on the cheek. You bit your cheek to stop yourself smirking as you watched Steve look anywhere but at the two of you. Thankfully everyone in the Tower knew yours and Tony’s plan so there were no weird looks from Natasha.  Tony grabbed himself a croissant and sat down beside you at the bar, with Natasha and Steve opposite you.

“What are your plans for today?” Natasha said, quickly taking a bite from her food to stop her smiling.

“Got some work to do but then I’m taking this,” Tony nudged your shoulder. “out for romantic meal.” Steve dropped his spoon into his bowl and leant back in his chair, an annoyed look on his face but he said nothing.

“I’ll see you guys later.” You said, throwing your plate into the sink. You had to admit, you were a little disappointed Steve said nothing.

You were in the training room, hitting the punching bag when you heard an awkward cough from behind you. Turning around, you saw Steve wearing his workout clothes.

“So, how long have you and Tony been a couple?” Steve asked, looking anywhere besides at you.

“He asked me out last night.” You turned away so Steve wouldn’t see your smirk. Was he already jealous?

“Ah.” Was all he managed to say before Tony and Thor walked in.

“There she is.” Tony beamed, holding you around the waist and giving you a quick kiss. You glanced quickly at Steve and noticed his death glare towards Tony. “I’ve booked us a table for eight. Then I was thinking tomorrow we go out for lunch then catch a movie?”

Originally posted by fanfic-natic

“Actually I was thinking me and Y/N could do some training together tomorrow.” Steve blurted out. Tony, Thor and you looked over and you nodded at him in agreement.

“Say ah.” Tony laughed as he tried to feed you a slice of water melon. You two were always close and you weren’t even trying to make Steve jealous at this moment – it just happened to be the point that Steve lost it. He walked in as Tony managed to squash watermelon on your cheek and, upon seeing Steve enter, licked it off.

“Do you have to do that out here.” Steve snapped.

“Someone’s a little touchy today.” You laughed. Tony winked at you before getting up and leaving without another word. “What’s wrong with my Steve?” You said in a childish voice.”

“Nothing.” He replied blankly whilst leaning against the wall.

“You can tell me.” You said. You joined him against the wall and you both stood in silence. You got bored of waiting so pushed the topic. “You weren’t like this until me and Tony got together.” Steve snorted at this. He looked at you and for the first time in your life, you saw it. You saw how lovingly he looked at you. But he did nor said anything. Instead, his eyes just stayed locked onto yours. You were bored of waiting. “Oh for goodness sake. Kiss me already!” You groaned. Steve looked shocked and began stuttering, his cheeks turning red.

“But Tony-“

“Tony and I were trying to make you jealous. Which worked.” Steve looked taken back but after opening and closing his mouth a couple times, he finally stuttered.

“Does that mean I can take you out tomorrow night?”



Whoooo it’s Friday Reads!

I’m mainlining Archie comics to prepare for next week’s installment of Graphic Content (the Facebook Live show I’m doing with our comics critic Glen Weldon).

Friend of the Desk Colin Dwyer is powering through Seveneves.

(Another) Friend of the Desk Camila Domonoski has The Invisible Man.

And my fellow Tumblrista Nicole Cohen is reading Roxane Gay’s new Difficult Women.

How about you?

– Petra