s&i challenge

Almost Halloween

A/N: Here is my entry for @winchesters-favorite-girl ‘s Halloween Challenge. I had ‘October 18th - spiderwebs’. It’s really short but I’ve been really busy so I apologize, hope you still like.

Warnings: like 1 swear word, Dean’s smart-ass teasing

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Word Count: 480

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

You grimaced as you stuck out the heavy broom as far and as high as you could reach.

“Just leave ‘em up there, Y/N,” Dean said. “It’s almost Halloween anyway,” he snickered, holding the step ladder in place so you wouldn’t go tumbling.

“That’s disgusting,” you said, getting on your tip-toes. Dean shrugged.

“Me ‘n Sam’ll take care of it later. You can’t even reach, Y/N/N.”

“You and I both know that if I don’t get these now, they’re never comin’ down,” you said, grunting as you leaned forward a bit more.

“Who cares? No one can even see them,” Dean mumbled.

I can see them!” You said, frustrated, finally making contact with the massive clump of spiderwebs stretching across a corner of the bunker’s ceiling. Dean huffed and put a foot on the lower step. You turned the broom around in your hands, twisting the webs around the bristles.

“What are you guys doing?” Sam’s voice called out from the kitchen. You turned around to face him and the broom slipped. It swung like a pendulum in your hands, pulling the webs down and scattering them every which way. You yelped as they came near your face, dropping the broom to the ground. You swatted at the air trying to get the webs off.

“Dammit Y/N!” Dean shouted. You looked down at him momentarily to see him frantically brushing spiderwebs out of his hair. Sam put down his mug of coffee and rushed to help. You leaned back and felt the ladder shift. Sam grabbed it before it could tip and forced the legs to the ground, but the sudden stop of the ladder flung you forward. Luckily, the ladder was only about 5 feet tall, but you came crashing down into Dean, sending him to the floor. You pushed yourself off of him, rolling onto your back. Everything was finally still and no one spoke a word, the only sounds being everyone’s heavy breathing. Sam’s slight chuckle interrupted the silence. You looked up at him and couldn’t help the grin breaking out on your face as you realized what just happened. You held your stomach as you laughed, turning towards Dean who just smiled and shook his head.

“You’re a dumbass,” he said, standing up. He brushed off his shirt reflexively and something actually fell to the floor. It scuttled a few feet and you shrieked, stumbling onto your feet. Sam swore and Dean slammed his boot down, promptly squishing it. You shuddered and wiped off your arms, legs, hair, and face.

“I’m gunna have the heebie-jeebies for the next week,” you said, kicking the broom further away from you.

“You should’ve just left them up there,” Sam chuckled, picking his mug back up. You looked at him with squinted eyes, offended.

“You guys are so gross,” you laughed incredulously. Sam just shrugged.

“What? It’s almost Halloween anyway.”

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Love and War

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x WOC reader
Warning(s): none that I can think of
This is for @themanwithovtfear​ ‘s writing challenge. I chose the Greek Mythology. I hope you guys enjoy it

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed


Sparta, land of the warriors of Greece. Where men were trained from boys in the art of war, and women helped them to rule and conquer vast lands and watch kingdoms fall as they spilled the blood of their enemies.

This is where she was born and raised, in the ways of a warrior. She was to rule beside a warrior and help him to fight. To destroy. To conquer. She was the princess of Sparta, the one who shall bear the heirs of her kingdom. But alas fate was a cruel one, for this was not what was to come.

It was on this morning of her 26th year that she was to choose a proper suitor. She had already been seen as an old women due to the fact that she would not bend to the normal standard of customs and rules. No she would make her own, and that is what placed her in the sights of the Gods.

Her father wanted to consult with the high Priestess concerning his daughter’s future. He wanted to to know that his throne was secure, that heirs will soon be produced from a strong bloodline such as his own. When the Priestess and her court entered the grounds of the palace, it was as if Zeus himself shifted the atmosphere.

It hit her then, as she walked up the steps to the palace. She stopped in place and glanced about her with a faraway gleam. The winds seemed to be whispering about to her, sharing it’s secrets. The vision that was shared with her was to be told to no one but the King himself. For only he would know of the price, only he would understand the meaning.

When her court asked her what stopped her, she merely acknowledged them with a shake of her head and pressed on forward to the palace. She regarded the many statues of Ares the God of war, in mild disgust that her cloaks hide quite well.

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Swim team practice this morning is not a practice I would usually like. Today’s practice was Legs. Since I don’t have such healthy strong legs, it’s always a challenge. I’m trying to use this motto “Practice the things you hate” so I can get better. So I went in and the swim was pretty good even though it was based around legs. Got about 2450 total yards in. At the end of practice Coach Molly had us do a new “random drill”, which was kicking holding onto the wall the pushing yourself backwards, then swimming towards the wall doing a flip turn off the wall, then swimming back it to do a flip in the open water and then swimming back. Pretty fun drill. We did this several times and during this I said you should video tape this which Coach was all over… So I wanted to share! Great workout and great way to start my Wednesday! Happy Day Tumblrs!

anonymous asked:

Chat Noir #143 please

Decided to make one more before going to bed. That was actually not as easy as it might look? Idk.


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For those of you who enjoyed today’s stream and wish to do what I did, here’s the challenge I made for myself.

I made this massive compilation of several 30 day and color pallette challenges that I ran across to make 2 lists of 100. Yeesh. You may recognize a couple of areas even! (like the Witch 30 day challenge or the 30 day burrito challenge)

Take 2 10 sided dice and roll them twice (one dice for the ten’s place and one for the one’s place). Roll them twice. The first number will be the theme/ thing to draw, the second one the palette you need try stick to. Then draw the result. Happy arting!

lurk

summary: Some things that lurk in the dark are nicer than others. || bucky x reader || monster au || nsfw

warnings: smut, oral [fr]

note: this is my fic entry for my favorite hoe’s (@rotisserierogers) halloween challenge! i chose the prompts “monsters aren’t real”“no need to be afraid.” I hope you like this, babe! 

Originally posted by sadistic-embodiment

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Sense8 fam : SERIOUS TALK

Yall. Like many people here, Im slowly awakening from pure post-binge bliss right now. And like many, I felt the ending of this season and that cliffhanger went right to the juggular, and I want more. Yet we gotta wait for season 3. And, God knows when that will be…

I wanted to talk to the fam’ to remind them that Sense8 as much as we love it, is still an article of commerce in the eye of Netflix, and therefore it has to be profitable.
Thing is… our beloved show is one of the most expensive show ever made - yes, more than Game of Thrones. Its estimated it cost the production 9million of dollars approximately for each episode, without A-list actors, white walkers or dragons. Yet.. compared to Game of Thrones or even House of Cards (~4m/episode), the fanbase for the show stays relatively small. Not a lot of people have seen it, or even heard of it. It has hardely reach cult status yet, despite how new, innovative and just breath-talking the whole thing is. There are not a lot of reference to Sense8 in the pop culture, or anywhere really.

Ok so why am I talking about this and what can we do? I wont pretend like I know exactly how the mind of a Netflix executive work, or that I have a magic answear to Sense8’s popularity challenges. All I know that we can do is spread the world. Push your friends to watch it, Share about it on social media, or heck, Write Buzzfeed article about it. We gotta spread the word.

Here for exemple is what Brian J. Smith said last march on the matter : “That all rests with Netflix and also the fans, too - if they like what happens, and they like what they see in season two, we’ll hear about it. I think we’ll all know whether or not we should do a third season. I hope we do. I can say there’s definitely more story to tell after season two. We’re not done with it and I hope we get to finish it, I really do.”

The more this season gets watched, the better the ratings, the more likely we’ll get that season 3 and know WHERE THE HECK WOLFGANG IS???! You know what to do.

No Strings Attached- Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 12,357

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Stiles’ large dick, Stiles being a fucking idiot, Clumsy Stiles, Sappy Sex, Sappy moments, just generally really romantic and fluffy sex

Notes: So like, this was for @fillthevoid-stilinski‘s writing challenge and I really hope I didn’t disappoint Em with this because I didn’t wanna do something cliche considering the prompt was “What Happened to the no strings attached concept?” If y’all hate it, I’m sorry :’) I’m really scared of how this came out…

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Considering

Jim Kirk x Reader: Fluff.

A/N: This is for @outside-the-government ‘s Winter Blues Challenge. I was given the prompt:  “Dr. McCoy told me he’d had a patient with some weird symptoms in today… I didn’t tell him I happened to have the same thing. What the hell did you give me?!”

The walk to Kirk’s living quarter was usually a brisk short journey from your lab, but each step felt like you were on a rocky boat. Your stomach was turning, mouth was dried and something else was happening to your body, but it was far too embarrassing to even admit to yourself. Still, there was only one person to blame.

James Tiberius Kirk.

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Finding Closure (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of bad home life, family issues, revisiting childhood home, excessive Bucky adorableness, drinking, dumb decisions on both sides

A/N: I just needed to post this. Part four of my entry for @tatortot2701‘s AU challenge. I know it’s probably annoying, and it doesn’t get anyone anywhere, but who’s rational when it comes to this stuff anyway? PS - the song is “My Girl” by the Temptations. I hc that Bucky’s uncle used to listen to oldies in the garage.

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by coporolight

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Surprise gift

A/N: okay so here it is. This has taken fucking months and I’m super proud of it. I really hope you like it. It was originally written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash s writing challenge but I missed the deadline here it is anyway! Massive, Massive thank you to @noodlecupcakes for betaing this for me. All mistakes are my own. I will total fix the Taglist in the morning it’s 2am and I’m about to die.

Masterlist

Wordcount:13,000

Tags/ warnings: D/s , smut, guided masturbation, Sex Toys, Vaginal Penetration, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Panty Kink, sub space, sub Drop, Comfort Aftercare, pussy slapping, cum tasting, bodily fluid, Dom! Negan, Undernegotiated Kink, Consent, Seduction, orgasm control, edging,

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You were just drifting off again trying to get another nap in before your night shift on guard duty when a knock at the door jars you back into reality.

Taking a second to stretch out your back, you rise up off of your bed and answer the door. You don’t need to open it to know who is waiting for you on the other side, the tell tale ‘shave and a haircut’ rhythm giving him away. Feeling more curious than worried you slide the deadbolt back and open the door to see the man himself leaning against the doorframe.

“Negan?”

With Lucile resting gently on his shoulder, he smiles, cocking his head to the side slightly looking rather amused before wetting his lips. “Hey there sleepy head.”

Blinking yourself awake you run your fingers through your tangled hair, not quite sure if he was making fun of you or not. “I’m on nights this week - what’s wrong?”

Pinching his eyebrows together, Negan leans into the space between you both without any real heat to his voice. “Nothing’s wrong butternut – shit, why does something always have to be fucking wrong?”

“You don’t normally knock on my door.” You reason with him, stretching out a little as you scratch the back of your neck. You knew you were lucky to be in his good graces really. You never had to worry about his mood or him making some dramatic display at your expense but then again you never took advantage of it either. Keeping your head down and doing you job to the best of your ability had done you well and Negan seemed to appreciate it.

As he explains, you watch the way his eyes trail down your body and can’t help but feel a tremor of lust nip under your skin - not that you’ll ever let him know that. “True, true. But I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been busting those great big lady nuts of yours and I wanted to fucking get you something nice as a little reward.”

“Is that right?” Surprises were never really your thing if you were honest. Especially seeing as the new world was filled with surprises of the deadly variety. Still, the thought of a reward did catch your attention and you found yourself wondering what it could be to prompt Negan into making a personal visit.

With an easy shrug Negan brings Lucile down to rest against his boot in one fluid motion. “That’s all she fuckin’ wrote. Can I come in or are you gonna leave old Negan out in the fucking cold?”

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Birthday Cake

Am I still in time for the @txf-prompt-box 1013/Mulder’s birthday challenge? I hope so! 1013 words - without the title. Had to cut like… a lot of it. Mulder’s birthday through the years. Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

1995

A disaster.

Scully stares at what was supposed to be a delicious banana chocolate cake. It’s burnt in some places, pure chocolate soup in others. She tries to salvage at least one piece that she can offer to Mulder but it’s no use. It’s Friday the 13th and Mulder’s birthday. Scully has been planning this for weeks. When they poisoned Mulder and he, raw and hurt after his father’s death, slept in her bed, he kept mumbling something about banana chocolate cake. Then later, while she drove cross country with a sick, shot at (her fault, arguably) Mulder, he talked about it again in his sleep. Back home, after Melissa’s funeral when Scully couldn’t sleep, she remembered.

And now this.

She knocks on Mulder’s apartment door, feeling silly. His smile when he opens it is tired, yet pleasantly surprised.

“Happy birthday, Mulder.” Scully sheepishly hands him the recipe. He stares at the piece of paper then at her.

“Thank you? Scully, what is this?”

“I wanted to bake you a cake,” Scully blushes, “it didn’t go very well.”

“Banana chocolate cake. That’s one of my favorites.”

“I know,” his eyebrows go up in surprise, “You mentioned it.”

“I did?”

“When you were sick.” Scully admits. That blush on her face refuses to disappear.

“My aunt used to make the cake for Sam and me. She died when I was 15. I haven’t had it since then.” He glances at the recipe, worries the edges of the paper. His voice trembles under the weight of all the loss he’s had to endure.

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“Friday the 13th. Not the best day for cake, it seems.” His expression is peaceful, amused. He grabs his coat from the rack and closes the door behind him.

“Where are we going?” She asks when he puts his hand on her back.

“Go and eat cake, of course.”

“Next time your birthday falls on a Friday, Mulder, I’m going bake you this cake.” Scully promises on a whim.

“2006.”

“What?”

“That’s when my birthday next falls on a Friday.”

“How do you know this?” He shrugs and grins. “You think we’re still together then?” Mulder turns to her, his expression unreadable. “I mean work together.” She specifies, feeling flushed and embarrassed.

“I hope so, Scully. I really hope so.”

2006

It’s well, a cake.

It’s not necessarily shaped like the picture on the website. The color is slightly off, but it’s a cake. A real banana chocolate cake in honor of Mulder’s birthday. It’s Friday. Friday the 13th. Eleven years ago, who would have thought they’d be here? Who would have thought they’d be alive at all?  

“Hm, morning, Scully.” Mulder strolls into the kitchen, yawning.

“Happy birthday.” She murmurs, throwing her arms around him. He draws her closer, nuzzles her neck. “It’s Friday the 13th, Mulder.”

“Hmm.” He mumbles against her, his lips trailing along her skin.

“I made your cake.”

“Cake. Yeah. You taste better than any cake, Scully.” He tells her, kissing her throat.

“That’s nice, Mulder, but can we try it anyway?” Mulder lets go of her to look at the cake. “I waited eleven years to do this.” He nods, takes a fork and digs in. Scully watches him intently as he puts the soft cake into his mouth. He chews slowly, his face not giving anything away.

“Is it good?” She asks impatiently.

“Why don’t you try it yourself.” Mulder offers her a forkful of cake. Scully opens her mouth and lets Mulder feed her. She lasts less than five seconds, spits it out, and glances at Mulder.

“It’s terrible!” Mulder nods, grins.

“Why didn’t you warn me?" She asks, pouring herself a glass of water. She drinks thirstily, but the heavy, salty taste remains.

"I wanted to see your face.” Mulder admits. 

“I’m sorry, Mulder. I can never get it right.” Mulder hugs her and kisses her cheek.

“Your next chance is in 2017. And anyway, I’d rather eat you than any cake.” They laugh, kiss and don’t care when the rest of the cake tumbles into the sink while they make love right there against the kitchen counter.

2017

Standing in front of his house, their house, waiting for him to open the door feels strange. Another Friday the 13th, another birthday, another try. Mulder opens the door and there might be more wrinkles these days, his eyes more tired, but his expression is the same as 22 years ago. 

“Happy birthday, Mulder.” Scully presents the banana chocolate cake to him as if it were the Holy Grail.

“Thank you, Scully. Come on in.” Daggoo runs towards her, wagging his tail excitedly. 

“Down, boy.” Mulder says taking the plate out of Scully’s hand. The dog sits still but strains his head in hope of being petted.

“Hey there.”

“He misses you.”

“I miss him, too.” Scully sighs stroking the dog’s soft ear. 

“Too bad I’m not a dog.” Mulder grumbles and takes the cake into the kitchen. Scully and Daggoo follow him. “I hope you’re not trying to poison me, Scully.” The cutlery drawer rattles as Mulder takes out two forks and hands one to Scully.

“Try it, Mulder.” With all the things they’ve got wrong lately, she did this one thing right. Her hand trembles as she watches him lift his fork. 22 years ago she wasn’t ready. Eleven years ago she didn’t pay attention. Now, today, things are different, changing. This time it’s perfect.

“This is really good, Scully." 

"I know.”

“You have to try it too.” Mulder tells her. He doesn’t know that she already did. There are so many things he doesn’t know these days. So many things they don’t talk about. That’s going to change today, too. Before she can use her own fork, Mulder offers her his. “Try it.” He repeats; his voice as deep and dark as the chocolate.

“Tastes good.” She says swallowing hard. “I know something that tastes better, though.” She gets on tiptoes, captures his mouth. He tastes just like Mulder, but he’s the sweetest taste she’s ever known.

Momma's Watching

This is for @winchestersgirl-67 's​  challenge! I thought I wouldn’t get it out on time, but I did! It’s not as nice as I wanted it to be but I hope you all enjoy it! Love you all so much, and congrats boo! You deserve tons and tons of love! Requests and the tags are open, as always 😉

Pairings: Sam and Dean x little sister!reader, and Mary Winchester x reader (motherly love)

Warnings: FLUFFFFF???!!!

Tags: @percussiongirl2017 @metaphysicalmisha @winchesters-favorite-girl @sisterwinchesterwriter @missygun @awkwarderthanaverage @staticweekes @lil-sister-winchester @hi-my-name-is-riley @the-third-winchester-warrior

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Finding Closure (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by heartfularry

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Summer Lovin’

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (kinda)

Words: 1.3k (y tho)

Warning: nada de nada, some shitty writing

A/N: Since I can’t seem to be able to stop joining writing challenges, here’s another one. This is my entry for @nataliarxmanxva Season’s Change Writing Challenge. I hope this doesn’t suck as much as I think.

Prompt: “You look amazing”

Summer was almost upon you. The flowers began to blossom and temperatures were getting higher everyday. Summer had always being one of your favorite seasons; going to the beach with friends, harvesting strawberries and going stargazing at nights. Unfortunately, you hand’t been able to enjoy it the way you wanted to since you joined the Avengers. Of course you missed the peace and quiet of a mundane life but you wouldn’t change your superhero life for anything in the world.

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