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Happy fanfic Friday!!! 

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The point of this list is to share others work with a bigger audience. Please  take some time to read from this list of amazing people and send them the love that they deserve for all of their hard work!

Happy Reading y’all!!

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Whoot, it’s time for #FridayReads!  I’m finally digging into Max Gladstone’s Craft series – it’s long overdue for me.

Friend of the Desk Colin Dwyer has Joseph Mitchell’s classic Up in the Old Hotel.

Boss Lady Ellen is reading Sheryl Sandberg’s latest.

Critic Annalisa Quinn is prepping her review of The Devil and Webster – check this space next week!

And Pop Culture Happy Hour producer Jessica Reedy is reading John Darnielle’s sad, surreal Universal Harvester.

How about you?

– Petra

It’s that time again....

For all your Sam/Jared needs!

Sam x Reader

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.

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!

-Nathan

Rafael Barba / Good Neighbors

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

PART TWO IS HERE

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

Rafael Barba: Good Neighbors / Part 2

A Part TWO to “Good Neighbors”, a previous request re: living next to Rafael in your 20s & reconnecting. This one’s the re-connection, :).

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Warning: FLUFFY RAFI FRIDAY FEELS FOR EVERYONE


It took you at least a few days to finally get the gusto to call his cell;

“Rafael?”

“(YourName)!”

“How did you know it was me?”

“How couldn’t I?”

“Well, I was wondering if you did want to get together sometime, I’ve missed you so.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Uh… so soon?”

“It’s been too long already.”

“Right… Right, yes, tomorrow should work.”

“I’ll text you the place, eight sound good?”

“Sure, Rafi.”


You were just on time, apparently minutes after he arrived- and he rose to standing the second he saw you come in through the doors he had been absolutely transfixed on.

When he hugged you, you felt like you were twenty-something all over again; fresh, young, full of life and anticipation. And oh, he hugged you; the moment you were in reach, Rafael nearly tripped over the table in his rush to embrace you. It was kind, gentle, and he wrapped arms over your shoulders to keep you close for just a second too long- not that you minded.

“I’m so glad you called,” he held you out before him, and let out a shameful, hushed wolf whistle of approval. “Look at you; Lovely and all grown up.”

“Oh stop,” you brushed his hands off of you, before wagging your shoulders proudly. “The years have been pretty good to you too,” A pinch to his cheek, you couldn’t tell if the pink hue that came up was from your fingers or his blush, Lord he was handsome. “Bet you have to knock the ladies off of you with a baseball bat at this point.”

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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

@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
CHAPTER NO/ ONE SHOT: One shot
AUTHOR: Admin RCN
WORD COUNT: 1191
ORGINAL IMAGINE: N/A
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?”

-RCN

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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?

Sam x Reader

Welcome Home, Baby (smut) - by @samslittlespoon

Underneath the Mistletoe (fluff) - by @revwinchester

Just Watch (smut) - by @saxxxology

Snowed In-Day 4 (smut) - by @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps

Jealousy (smut) - by @mysaintsasinner

“Merry Christmas” (smut dabble) - by @bringmesomepie56

Cosa Nostra Part Sixteen (violence) - by @kittenofdoomage

Blue Collar Kind of Love (smut) - by @justcallmelosechester

Welcome Home Baby (smut) by @samslittlespoon

Jared x Reader

Always You (fluff & smut) - by @impalaimagining

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

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We’ve got all kinds of stuff in today’s Friday Reads roundup!

I’m still gleefully working my way through Max Gladstone’s Craft Sequence (what TOOK me so long? I don’t even know).

Critic Annalisa Quinn is re-reading Maurice to prepare for an exhibition of queer art at the Tate Britain.

News boss Edith Chapin is cracking Michael Auslin’s The End of the Asian Century.

PCHH producer Jessica Reedy has Alana Massey’s All the Lives I Want.

And Mama Susan Stamberg is reading the LIbrary of Congress’s illustrated history, America and the Great War.

How about you?

– Petra

Friday Book Recs

Sorry for the lateness on this one; both our bathroom sink and our heater decided to croak, so it’s been Fun Times around the house. 

If you’ve found a book you’d like to see featured here, my askbox is open!

In (belated) honor of International Women’s Day, this week’s recs are centered on ladies loving ladies:


A&A Salvage, by Lucy Kemnitzer

Elisabeth and Melissa live a quiet life, running their mechanic shop together. The biggest drama in their life is Melissa occasionally having to remind men that she’s happily taken.
Then they’re called to pick up an abandoned car that proves to be unidentifiable and without an owner. It also has a strange radio that plays music both strange and familiar, stirring up memories and longings Elisabeth believed long buried.
Then a mysterious, beautiful woman arrives to claim the car and threatens to draw Elisabeth into a world far beyond the happy, stable life she’s built…

((I love the odd Welcome To Night Vale feel of this.))


Beauty & Cruelty, by Meredith Katz

Cruelty, once an evil fairy and now working in fast food, comes home one day to find the lazy, drooling King of Cats on her doorstep. Worse, he comes bearing news Cruelty would be happier not hearing: Sleeping Beauty has gotten tired of lying around and is trying to save the world Cruelty left long ago.
Any respectable Archetype knows it’s a waste of time; their chances of survival are much better if they can hide in the human world. But since nobody sent her an invitation to the world-saving, she’s practically obligated to interfere.

((This looks like SO much fun; I’m always a sucker for retold fairy tales. Also, that is one amazing cover.  LOOK AT THE FAT KITTY))


Playing by the Rules, by J. Hepburn

Life aboard a luxury yacht, travelling deep inside safe space, isn’t supposed to be exciting, and it’s one of the main reasons Tori works on board as a beautician and cocktail waitress. Her growing friendship with Annick, another beautician, is a pleasant bonus.
Then the ship is attacked by pirates, the very last thing she needs, but it soon becomes apparent that if they stand any chance of surviving she will have to dredge up the past she’s tried so hard to leave behind.
But even Tori’s unique history can’t help her sort out what to do when she’s caught between the friend she’s falling in love with and the pirate captain she’s seducing…

((Sci-fi! Space pirates! Polyamory! WHEEEE))


Selume Proferre, by E.E. Ottoman

An-An Li-Johnson lives an easy-going, quiet life. She works part time at her friend’s bookstore, is active in the local LGBTQ scene, manages to avoid the occasional crazy ex, and does temp work for the big name spell-craft firm Simon and Davidson.
Then she’s hired to work with M.C. Anderson, an up and coming exorcist at Simon and Davidson. M.C. is deeply involved in the world of high stakes spell-craft, determined to carve out a place for herself among the extremely hierarchical and old fashioned world of professional exorcists. As they work together on an intense case of demonic possession, An-An finds herself more and more intrigued by her new boss. But just as the relationship looks like it might be deepening into something more, the case suddenly takes a turn for the worse.
Much, much worse.

((Urban fantasy is another fave genre of mine, and the worldbuilding here looks wonderful!))


Sky Knights, by Alex Powell

Dounia and Ira are part of the Nightwitches, an elite squad of night bombers determined to help bring down Axis forces. They are proud and fearless—until tragedy strikes and their plane is shot down behind enemy lines, and their determination may not be enough to get them home safe.

((NIGHT WITCHESSSSSSSSSS OMFG))

Friday / Nobunaga x MC

Week 1

Friday

Sometimes when he’s alone, and the wind is light enough not to prickle his thoughts, his mind goes far away from himself. Up and out, across the river, conjuring images so red and vivid, so real, it takes a moment, sometimes minutes, to remember where he is, who he is, why he expects to look up and see her face.

“Where am I?” he asks and then, desperate, “Who am I? Who am I?”

Sometimes, if he leaves it well enough alone, he’ll collect what courage is left and turn around, crunching down on the pebbles. Fists hard. Jaw aching. When the roof of his home peeks out, he knows he’ll go inside and be ok and fortune will roll on, unfurling towards a future he’s carved out too many times in his dreams to count.

He knows this. He’s felt this. But today he is too terrified to remember this. Too lost inside himself to see, too panicked to breath.

“Who am I?” he asks.

He barely feels it at first, that soft touch, squeezing, wrapping him up, its warmth pressing into the cracks. Then a voice so close he thinks its his own.

“Your name is Lord Oda Nobunaga. You’re the lord of the Oda clan. Your dream is to unite the land and bring peace to all. You are a leader. You are a brother. A fighter. A teacher. You order a legion and they bend to your will. You’re a reader. An excellent sportsman. 

“You’re the fiercest person I know. The bravest person I know. The kindest I’ve ever known. Your men adore you. You’re a strategist. A futurist.”

She’s here.

“You wipe the sweat off the brows of your injured men. You dance in the moonlight to make me laugh. You write me letters thinking I won’t ever read them, but you leave them out for me to find. You’ll always be a samurai. You blush when we’re alone. You’ll make it through this. You’re doing the best you can.”

He’s here too, looking at the girl who holds his hand like it’s the surest thing she’ll ever do. “And who are you?”

She smiles, answer ready on her lips, “I am yours, and I will never let you go.”


Week 1: Masterpost

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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

Fan Fiction Friday

Anonymous: Hi! Can you do oneshot about Pietro and reader where reader is Tony’s sister (but she isn’t much like him. She is shy and quiet but kind, so everyone on the team likes her, she likes reading and is a lot in libery or lab, she never date someone or have her first kiss, she has got healing powers) when Pietro gets shot by Ultron she heals him but loses lot of energie and blacked out. When she wakes up Tony throws party and Pietro gets jealus when Steve flirts with reader and admit his love to her.
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Author: Admin GCV
Title: You healed me
Chapter no/One Shot: One shot
Words number: 857
Original imagine: None
Notes/Warnings: This was a very specific one so I’m sorry if I left some information behind but I found a bit hard to include everything (especially the “background” informations) 


You looked at Wanda’s imploring expression and then at Pietro’s unconscious body.
I can do this you repeated in your mind, but the damage was so big and you couldn’t be sure.
You laid your hands on Pietro’s chest and closed your eyes, gathering all the concentration and all the strength you could find in yourself.
“Please… Please…” Wanda kept repeating while crying and covering half of her face. You couldn’t bear hearing her like that, and you couldn’t let him die. Even if you knew them for not so long you already felt attached to the twins.
You took a deep breath. A warm sensation run through your arms and hands, as always when you used your powers, but this time it wasn’t just a scar or a broken bone, this time it was much more serious. A long flow of power left your body, and when you felt you couldn’t keep it much longer your sight went black and your legs gave in and fell on the floor. You remained conscious maybe just for a few seconds, the time to think “did it work?” and then you blacked out.
When you woke up you were in your room in the Stark Tower. Your head hurt so much that you began to think everything was just a dream, but when you looked around you found Tony, your brother, sitting next to you.
“Y/N, you’re awake!” he rushed to kiss your forehead “I was so worried.”
“W-What happened?” you muttered struggling to keep your eyes open, the light was too strong.
“You healed that fast guy, but you used a lot of your power and blacked out.” he explained a lot more relaxed now.
“I… Did I heal him? I did it?”
“Yes, he’s alive thanks to you, honey. But don’t do it again, please. Unless it’s me you have to save, in that case…”
You giggled and sat on the bed, he never changed and you loved your brother like that, he could make you smile even in these moments.
“How much time did I spend asleep?” you asked curious, stretching your arms.
He looked at his watch “Exactly 30 hours, 23 minutes and 5 seconds. I didn’t think you were so lazy.”
You laughed once again, but that was a lot of time!
“Anyway, now that you’re awake I think it’s time to party for the victory. Do you agree?”
You nodded “Yes of course, even if by now I know I won’t ever be ready for your parties… a lot of people, too loud.”
“You’re nothing like me, are you? Alright, get ready for tomorrow night then! Now rest properly. I’ll come back later, and if you need something you know you can ask JARV- I mean, Friday.” he placed another kiss on your forehead and went away, leaving you alone in the room.
You did it then. You healed Pietro.

The night after it was everything as you expected: loud, a lot of alcohol, people everywhere… but you were happy, even if you didn’t want to socialize, and mostly stayed with the other Avengers. Well, with Steve, who seemed very interested in you that night.
“So, do you like the party?” he asked handing to you a non-alcoholic drink, you still didn’t feel so well so you decided it would have better to not drink too much or not drink at all.
“Yeah, but I’d prefer to be in a more quiet and private place like… the library.” you smiled, taking a sip of your drink.
You two talked for a while, you actually thought he was flirting with you, but you were too shy to even know how to act.
In the meanwhile, at a distance, you noticed someone looking at you. It was Pietro, he had been watching you for the whole party without leaving his sister’s side. Now that you thought about it you two never spoke after you woke up again, you didn’t get out of your room until that morning and didn’t occur to find him anywhere. You were ok that way though, you didn’t want him to thank you, you were just happy he was still alive, that was all. But at a certain point, whilst you were giggling with Steve you saw him approaching you two.
“I’ve been watching you for the entire party.” he said with a serious tone to Steve.
“So?” he asked a bit confused.
“Stop flirting with her.” he continued, always more determined, clenching his fists. 
You didn’t understand what was going on… is it possible that the two of them had an argument before? When you were still asleep? “Why? What’s happening?”
“Y/N I… When I met you I hated you, honestly, just because you’re a Stark, but then something happened and made me change my mind completely. You’re not like your brother, at all, even if I changed my mind about him too now… that’s not the point. What I want to say is that you’re so kind, so beautiful, you… you healed me risking your own life. I love you Y/N, that’s what’s happening.”