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Midnight Rain

“I broke his heart because he was nice. He was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain…”

Request from ao3- "ok but imagine a grumpy/sunshine fic with sam but the reader is the grumpy one 🤷" For one of my fave readers, @/badasswithafatass I hope you enjoy! 💛

Pairing - Sam Wilson x Reader Sam Wilson Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist Anon's 1K Celebration

“You know, for a smart guy, you’re pretty fucking dense," Bucky mutters, taking another swig of his beer.

“Aw… you think I’m smart?” Sam sarcastically awes from the bar stool beside Bucky.

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head, “Do you honestly think she had any real interest in me?”

Bucky doesn't miss the tick in Sam's jaw at the mention of you. Months had passed since the last time Sam saw you, and he wasn’t too keen on remembering that dreaded last night. Just the memory of you leaning over the bar counter, hand resting on Bucky’s chest, whispering something in Bucky's ear, was enough to make Sam's stomach twist into a knot.

Even before that night, he could tell that you were pulling away from him, but there it was, that night, the final nail in the coffin. That was the last time he’d seen or heard from you. You walked out of his life without so much as a goodbye.

Sam rolls his shoulders back, his mouth twisting in distaste, “Sure seemed like it to me.”

“See? Dense,” Bucky declares, tipping his beer in Sam's direction.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How does any of that make me dense?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are you going to keep insulting me or are you going to actually explain?”

“Sam, she’s a spy, an assassin," Bucky explains like it should be obvious. "She knew you were standing there. She knew you were watching.”

"So maybe she wanted to make a point. It’s not like she was one for talking or communicating, maybe that was her way of letting me know how she actually felt. Trust me, I got the message loud and clear. That doesn’t make me dense."

"Sam..." Bucky takes a long breath. "We're a lot alike, me and her. And people like us, we cut and run, it's what we do. We don't wait for things to go bad, we live with the expectation that things will always go bad."

Sam tosses the rest of his whiskey back, flagging down the bartender for another one. "That's a depressing way to live."

“It keeps us alive.”

“We weren’t on a battlefield!" Sam spits through gritted teeth. "We were done with the fight, remember? We won, for Christ’s sake!”

“And where did that leave her, Sam? With a conditional pardon? People watching us 24/7?”

“With me!” Sam snaps, slamming his glass down on the bar. “It left her with me. We were good, Bucky! We were happy together. At least, I thought we were happy together. I even- I told her that after everything, that I would take her back home, meet my family, maybe settle down a little.”

"And while you're thinking about taking her home to meet your family, she's probably thinking how a family like yours is going to react to you bringing an actual assassin home."

"I... didn't think about it like that,” Sam confesses, faltering for a moment. He shakes his head. No. He refuses to accept that. It didn't excuse that he'd found you flirting with his best friend. It didn't change that you told him he meant nothing to you. “Because I don't think about her like that. And you know what? She could've talked to me, she could've told me she felt like that, Bucky, but she didn't."

"Sam, can I be honest?"

"Shoot."

"I don't think you two will ever work."

"That's a shitty thing to say to me," Sam spits.

"I don't," Bucky admits with a languid shrug. "Honest truth, I don't see it."

"You don't have to see it, I do,” Sam firmly states. “I see it working out."

Bucky claps a hand on Sam's shoulder with a tight lipped smile, "That's my point, Sam. That's the difference between you and us. You, you live for the hope of it all. She doesn't know how to do that. I don't know how to do that. We're broken, haunted people, Sam. We hurt people that get too close."

"You're wrong."

"Why else-"

"Because she was bored!" Sam angrily shouts, not caring at the stares his outburst brings. "She only wanted me because I was there."

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“Yes. I do believe that,” Sam hisses. “Unlike you guys, I believe the words that come out of people’s mouth. She was bored... She was bored and I was there.”

Bucky takes a long pull from his beer, rising from his seat with a defeated sigh. He turns to Sam to offer one last piece of insight, “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t go on the run with someone for two years because I was bored. Not unless I really gave a shit about them. Not unless I loved them, like really loved them.”

"Do you mean that?" Sam asks over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I mean that."

3 Years Earlier - Somewhere in Scotland

“Just let me do the talking, okay?”

Sam raises up his hands, “No arguments from me.”

The doorknob rattles for a moment, opening just enough for you to stand before them. You look at them and immediately try to snap the door shut, “No.”

Nat extends out her hand to stop the door from swinging shut. “Just hear us-“

“No.”

"You don't even know why we're here," Nat argues. “It’s important. Please.”

You relent, allowing the door to fling open. Standing tall in the doorway, your eyes rake over each of them, “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov or whatever name you’re going by now, and Sam Wilson, all in the flesh, all the most wanted fugitives on Earth. So I don’t care how important it is, my answer is no.”

Sam’s eyes comically widen, his voice taking a slightly bewildered, high pitched tone, “How did - Do you happen to know the names of all strangers that show up at your door?”

Your eyes dart over to Sam with a grimace, “Strangers that show up at my door end up dead. Consider yourself lucky.”

“I want you to know I’m choosing to take that as a compliment,” Sam quips, placing his hand over his heart.

“Don’t worry, Sam," Natasha smirks over her shoulder. "She’s more bark than bite. And this is me calling in a favor.”

Your eyes narrow at Natasha, "Which favor?"

"Budapest."

Your mouth narrows into a thin line as you glare at her. You hated that favor.

You look back at the three of them. Even dressed in street clothes they all stuck out like sore thumbs. They’re all disheveled, clearly exhausted, and you did owe Natasha. You convince yourself that there is no good in this deed, it’s just a repayment. Even as your eyes linger back to Sam for a second too long. You tell yourself you don't care what happens to any of them. It's just paying a debt. “Fine. Just keep me out of it.”

Natasha nods, offering a small grateful smile, “Thank you.”

You turn on your heels without another word, striding down to your room. You slam your bedroom door shut, leaving the others on their own.

“It was nice meeting you,” Sam calls after you.

You don’t bother to reply.

After a few hours, the sun sets and your safe house returns back to its normal quiet state except for the soft snores of Steve Rogers in your spare bedroom. You’re certain that they’ve all gone off to get some rest. That is, everyone, except Sam Wilson.

“Have a good nap?” Sam greets you, sitting on the small couch in the middle of your living room.

Your eyes snap over to Sam, lightly scoffing, “Actually, I was avoiding you.”

Your brutal honestly doesn’t phase Sam. The corner of his mouth twitches up as he playfully tugs on the collar of his t-shirt, “I tend to have that effect on the ladies… That sounded better in my head.”

“For you and me both,” you quip.

“You know, you’re kind of a jackass.”

“I know. Thanks.” That's the only conversation you plan on having with Sam Wilson. You continue walking to the kitchen without saying anything else.

"So how long have you and Nat been friends?" Sam asks, trailing you as you walk to your kitchen, clearly not taking the hint that you don't want to talk to him.

You scoff over your shoulder, "Who said we were friends?"

"So you're not friends? Because the whole letting us hide out here, housing us, letting us eat your food, not turning us in, sorta gave me a different idea."

"We're not friends."

In truth, your relationship to Natasha was much more complex than that. At one point, you were like sisters. In the Red Room, she was all you had. Your only friend. Your confidante. And still, you could never quite live up to her, always second to her. You knew all her secrets, all the blood spilt, all the skeletons in her closet, and she knew all of yours.

The night before your graduation, you ran. As far away and as quickly as your legs could carry you.

You were never quite sure if it was irony or simply Dreykov’s own cruelty, but she was the one tasked to find you and collect you. You never stood much of a chance against the person that spent almost two decades besting you. She found you in Budapest. It would’ve taken a single shot. And still, it never came.

But you weren’t going to tell that to Sam.

"You're not friends?”

"No."

After that, your paths crossed only once in a blue moon. Once Natasha left Dreykov, she never sought you out. And you didn’t bother to either. You weren’t friends. You weren’t enemies. She was the sister that became little more than a stranger.

"Do you help all your not friends run from the law?"

"Natalia and I have an agreement of ... mutually assured destruction."

"Mutually assured destruction?" he dubiously repeats, quirking an eyebrow. "...So best friends."

In spite of your best efforts, your outwardly stoic expression gives way as a chuckle bubbles out of your mouth.

"Did anyone see that?” Sam proudly announces to the empty house. “I want it on the record that I made a Black Widow laugh!"

"Don't push it," you warn, though the hint of a smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth dampens the threatening undertone of your words.

"You've got a nice smile," Sam compliments.

You wipe the smile off your face, but there's nothing you can do to tame the slight blush creeping up your face, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, "Fuck off."

That's how it went between you and him. Push and pull.

Their time at your safe house in Scotland was short lived. No more than a few weeks. And even in those few short weeks, he saw it, saw the good that you desperately tried to keep hidden. Even then he knew, he knew you cared so much more than you would ever let on. Cooped up in your little cottage, he found that behind your barbed words and tough exterior, was a person that he really liked. You didn't let him see very much of it. Most of the time, it was in little slip ups, little cracks in your armor, but he saw it. He swore he did.

Sam ambles alone through the streets of New York, the pavement is still damp from the midnight rain, the noisy cityscape is the only thing keeping Sam from fixating on the endless loop of memories playing in his head.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about you anymore. He did. All the time.

He thinks about how good it used to be. How even on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, it was good. He'd like to think you were as happy as he was.

In truth, he wasn't sure how or when it happened. You weren't very nice to him - to any of them really. You kept them at arm's length. He had to earn every glimpse of the person behind the armor. He had to earn every smile, every laugh, but he found each one was worth it. To him, you were worth it. You were worth all of it.

And when that time came, when that safe house wasn't safe anymore, you stayed by his side, you became his home.

You simply walked up to the breakfast table and announced that it wasn't safe to stay much longer. "You have to leave."

"What?"

"We've been here too long. People in town are beginning to talk."

Natasha didn't miss a beat. "How long?"

"Tonight."

Sam watches the interaction closely. You refuse to look at him. For a moment, Natasha's eyes look at you, imploring. She utters a quiet question in Russian.

You don't respond, only shaking your head once.

"I understand." She softly inhales, her shoulders slumping slightly, "Thank you."

You nod, turning on your heels and heading to your room. You didn't expect Sam to follow after you.

There's some part of you that's unsettled by how easily Sam fits into your life. You don't like how he speaks to you like you're friends. You don't like that there's a part of you that would love to know what being in Sam's life would feel like. And you most certainly don't like that Sam has no problem questioning you. Prying into your life. He won't like what he finds. He'll run the moment he sees the number of skeletons in your closet. No, you don't like that at all.

And you definitely don't like that he feels comfortable enough to follow you back to your bedroom. He wedges himself into your doorway, leaning against the wall, "So what about you?"

You don't turn to look at him as you pack your duffle bag, "What about me?"

"Where you gonna go?"

"I have other places."

"By yourself?"

"Typically."

"Why don't you stay with us?"

You pretend like you're surprised by the offer. As though Natasha didn't offer the same thing two minutes ago. You just didn't expect Sam's kindness to extend past his need for your safe house. "What?"

He takes a step off the wall. Even turned away from him, you can practically hear the grin he wears in his words. "We could always use the help. You seem like kind of a pro at being a fugitive."

"I don't think your team would appreciate my presence."

"I would. I want you to come." Sam turns back at the doorframe. He pauses for a moment, looking back at you. "You should come with us."

You never told him why you ended up joining them. It was the one question he couldn't ever get a straight answer for.

He couldn't really remember how or when you ended up in his bed - or more accurately, when he ended up in your bed.

All he knew was that for two years, you were his sanctuary. Each and every night. He held you. Kissed away your fears. You allowed him to see parts of you that you buried long ago.

It made the moment you walked away hurt even more.

He doesn't know what the hell he's doing here. He's pacing through the streets of New York in the middle of the night. It won't bring you back. It won't change what happened. You still left him.

It was easier believing that you left him because you didn't love him.

The other option hurts. It hurts too much. His heart almost shatters at the though of you leaving him because you didn't see it working out, because you thought you would hurt him.

That's the worst part - he believes Bucky. He believes that no one, not even someone as prone to finding trouble as you are, would ever go on the run with someone for the hell of it. Not unless you cared. Not unless you loved him.

He should've seen it. The panic in your eyes when he suggested going back to Louisiana. The pain when you lost Natasha, the last person you considered family.

It eats at him. He didn't even try. Not really. Yeah, you walked away, but he could've gone after you. He could've believed in the love he knew you shared.

He reaches for his phone, tucking into the crook of his neck as he hails a cab, and calls the one person that could possibly help him, "I need your help. Can you find someone for me?"

1 Year Earlier - Somewhere in Eastern Europe

“Stop watching me sleep.”

Sam kisses your bare shoulder, resting his chin on your arm, “It’s the only time you’re not frowning. Except when you’re with me, of course.”

You sleepily sigh, trying to suppress the smile that Sam so effortlessly puts on your face. You halfheartedly push him away, rolling further away from him, “I’m going back to sleep.”

Sam’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, “No, come back.”

“We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, we should get the rest while we can.”

“I miss you,” Sam whines.

“I’m right here.”

“But we’re always talking about work, about the world ending, I just - I just want a minute, just me and you.”

You finally turn around to face him with a cheeky grin, “You had me to yourself all night, remember?”

“How could I forget?”

You settle against him, resting your head on his chest, “So why couldn’t you sleep?”

He smiles down at you, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I was thinking.”

“About?” you urge.

“What comes next. After the fight, after everything, about going home, finally seeing my family again. My sister would love you. I can't wait to introduce you."

Your smile slips from your face. "What?"

"I mean, I know we're on the run and everything, but I'm still holding onto hope," Sam confesses. "You'd love Louisiana."

A sinking feeling overtakes you. Those survival instincts you've spent your entire life cultivating bubble up. You could see Sam's family picture where he left it on the dresser. His picture perfect, shiny family.

That wasn't you. Not even in your wildest dreams could that be you. The closest thing you had to a family was the Black Widow sitting in the other room cleaning her knives. You weren't meant for domesticity. You weren't built for the happy ending that Sam deserved. The happy ending he wanted.

Sure, he loved you now, but would he love you when his family looks at you with disdain? Would he love you when Sarah refuses to let you anywhere near his nephews?

Or even worse, what if he did? What if he loved you through it all and you broke him in return? What if he loved you and he lost everything else because of it?

You could tell Sam. Right here and now. Tell him that you weren't built for that life. He would listen. He would hear you. Like all of your other scars and imperfections, Sam would take it in stride. You knew he would.

But could you really do that to him? Doom him to a life tethered to someone so tainted.

He was perfect. In every conceivable way. He was Sunshine. And though you'd done unspeakable things, there would be nothing quite as vile as dragging him down to the dim, murky depths of the wasteland you called home.

He deserved more. More than you would ever be.

6 Months Ago - A Bar in New York City

"You don't have to do this."

You bitterly chuckle. It was too late. You'd made up your mind. You gave yourself until the war against Thanos was won. You gave yourself that time to say your silent goodbyes, to memorize the one and only love you would ever allow yourself to have. You were selfish in that way.

Now was the time to save Sam while you still could, to finally set him free. Even if you had to break his heart to do it. You rest your hand on Bucky's chest, the furthest you could allow yourself to go without making your stomach turn. "Do what?"

Bucky's jaw ticks, "He's a good man."

"I know." It's the only time your voice reveals even an ounce of your pain. Your eyes flicker to over Bucky's shoulder. It's too late. Sam stands a few feet from you, watching you with anguish in his eyes. For good measure, you lean in closer, whispering in Bucky's ear, "But I never did well with sunshine."

"Can I talk to you outside?" Sam demands.

You roll your eyes and snort, "If we have to."

"We do."

Sam doesn't waste a single moment. The second you step outside, he points back to the bar, "What the hell was that?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me? I saw you. You were all over him. He's my friend!"

"I was just having a little fun, Sam."

"A little fun?" Sam scoffs. "Are you kidding me?"

You don't allow a single ounce of remorse to show. You don't allow him to see the regret. Your face is purposely blank, cold and uncaring. You were good at this part. You were good at hurting people. It's exactly why you have to let him go. "I don't see what the big deal is, Sam."

"You don't see what the big deal is?" Sam's voice wavers. "You were just coming onto my friend! What about us?"

"What about us?" you scoff. "I was bored, Sam, we had our fun but it's done now. We're not on the run anymore. It's not a big deal."

"Just like that, we're just done?"

"You were there, Sam," you lie through your teeth. Acid churns in your stomach, rising up through your esophagus and coating your every word. "There's nothing more to it, nothing more to us."

You'd done a lot of bad things in your life, but nothing made you feel quite as wretched as watching Sam's heart shatter before you. It was better this way. He didn't know it, but it was for the best. You couldn't ruin his life anymore. You couldn't hurt him if you walked away right now. Those were the last words you ever said to him.

He did it. He couldn't believe it. He'd found you. There you were, standing out on a rooftop, out in the pouring midnight rain. He almost laughs because of course you wouldn't even realize how theatrical this whole scene was. "Do you realize how dramatic it is to be standing out in the pouring rain all by yourself? And without an umbrella?"

"I'm working, Sam."

"Shooting your next romantic comedy? Is this the breakup scene?"

You don't even turn to look at him. “You shouldn’t be here, Sam.”

Sam scoffs, “That’s all you have to say? That I shouldn’t be here?”

“Go home, Sam," you demand. "I don’t want you here.”

“You’re such a jackass, you know that?”

It pisses him off that you still refuse to even look at him. If you were going to break his heart all over again, the least you could do was look him in the eye. You speak through clenched teeth, "I know."

He storms around, planting himself in front of you, forcing you to look at him. "No, I mean that, I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I mean that. You're such an asshole. You're one of the most difficult, abrasive, cold, and selfish people I've ever met."

You can't bring yourself to meet his gaze. You look just past him, mustering every ounce of your training to stay stone faced, "I know."

"Do you know how hard it was to find you?"

"I didn't ask you to come here," you spit at him. "I didn't want you to come looking for me. You knew that."

"And you're a liar!" Sam exclaims, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his chest. "A damned good one, too."

"I never lied to you about who or what I was."

"But you did lie, didn't you? You've lied to me before."

“Yes, I have," you softly admit. You catch yourself, reminding yourself of why you're being so harsh with Sam. You force yourself to speak with that venomous tone you know all too well, "Many times, so if you’re done insulting me, I have to go.”

"God, you're so selfish, and- and you're mean! You brood way too much. You're so fucking angsty all the time. You act like the tortured character in every shitty teen movie every made. You're inconsiderate. You don't listen. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall. And sometimes - sometimes, I want to hate you so much."

It takes everything in you to sound as unaffected as you do. You quirk an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Is that why you came here? Because you're upset?"

"Upset?" Sam incredulously repeats, taking a step toward you. He's still several feet away from you, still far out of your reach, "No, I'm not upset. I was upset six months ago. Now, I'm angry. I'm pissed off - with you. I have never been so mad at another human being in my entire life."

"I didn't do anything to you. You knew who I was - who I am."

"You think that's why I'm pissed? I'm pissed because you made me like you. I'm pissed that you made me fall so hopelessly in love with you."

For the first time in six months, your eyes find his. His warm eyes, the ones that grounded you through storms of midnight rain. He'd never said he loved you before - there's no taking that back. You suck in a breath, "Sam."

"I'm pissed because I believed you when you said you were bored. But mostly, I'm pissed that I let you go, that I let you walk away without fighting for you."

You try to warn him, beg him to stop before he says something that'll make it too hard to walk away from him. "Sam."

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your voice wavers as you beg him, "Don't do this, Sam."

"I'm in love with you," Sam announces again to his audience of one. "And I know you don't think you're good for me. And I know that it won't be easy, but I am. I am in love with you. Every part of you. Especially the parts you don't like. I like that you're mean, I like that you're tougher than any other person I've ever met, I like that you're grumpy. I like that you don't see how dramatic it is to stand in the pouring rain all by yourself! I love you. I love all of you."

"Sam..." His name leaves your mouth in a whisper. It's too late. You're not strong enough to survive walking away from him. He's doomed himself.

He takes a step closer to you. "And maybe it wasn't real... but I think it was. I think you feel the same." And then another step. And yet another. Until you're face to face, close enough that you could reach out and touch him for the first time in months. The rain beats down on the two of you. The dampness on your cheeks has nothing to do with the rain. "Tell me that you don't love me and I'll leave. Tell me and I won't bother you again, I promise."

You can't. You can't bring yourself to say any of it. "Sam, it'll never work for us. You have to know that."

"We're not at war anymore." His hand skates across your cheek. "We don't have to hide. We don't have to run."

"I'm not - I'm not good, Sam." And you are, you want to say.

“No, no, you’re not good. You’re great. You’re amazing. And it’s a damn shame you haven’t stepped into the daylight long enough to see how incredible you are.”

You jerk your face away from his hand, “And what if I can’t give you what you want? What if I can’t be what you want?”

“What do you know about what I want?”

“You want a bride. You want someone to bring home to your family - that’s not me, Sam. I don’t think that’ll ever be me.”

“I want you." Sam takes your face in between both hands, begging you to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you in whatever way you’ll have me.”

“I’m not worth it," you softly exhale. "You have to know that I’m not worth the trouble and the heartache I’ll put you through.”

“Break my heart," Sam offers without hesitation. "Do it over and over again. Do it for the rest of our lives. It’s all yours. You’re worth it.”

“Sam…” You didn’t have any other defense. He’d broken down each and every argument you spent years cultivating. You didn’t know where to go from here.

“Do you love me?” Your lips press into a thin line, eyes squeezing shut to keep the tears welling in your eyes from falling. The rain slows to a halt. His thumb and pointer finger grip your chin, forcing you to meet his warm brown eyes. “Do you love me?”

“I love you.” You don't think you've ever said those words before. You don't think you've ever seen the daylight until you saw him. It'll take time for your eyes to adjust, but he's worth it. "I love you so much it hurts, so much that I let you go."

“You don't have to let me go anymore. We'll figure the rest out together."

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pinkiebieberpie · 11 months

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i thought, "heaven can't help me now" .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down •⁠ᴗ✧⁠*｡⁠•⁠ ｡⁠☆ he's so tall and handsome as hell

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fuiabarcelos · 10 months

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Supernatural (Taylor’s version)

Hello hunters and Swifties!

I love reading supernatural stories inspired by songs and I'm addicted to Taylor Swift, so I decided to recommend stories inspired by her songs.

If I find more stories I might think about doing a part 2 or an update.

1 - Speak Now: By @darling-i-read-it

“Based on the song speak now”

Info: One shot - 1100 Words

Warnings: “Hexing being a bad thing, weddings, Fluff.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

2 - Speak Now: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7, Episode 8) During a trip that was meant to be a vacation, (Y/n) and Dean are met with some very surprising new from Sam and an old face.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: One shot - 1695 Words.

Warnings: “Drugging, threats of violence” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

3 - When I saw your face: By @seriesxwriting

The story of how enchanted it was to meet Sam Winchester.

Info: One shot - 2069 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking, swearing?” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

4 - I Remember it All Too Well: By @bi-bard

“The story of the two hunters that lasted far longer than they should’ve. Each chapter shows that Sam and (Y/n) were either meant to last a lifetime or fall apart at the seams. (I used season 11 as a reference for ages)”

Info: One shot - 4905 Words.

Warnings: “Break-up, unhealthy relationship, arguing, cussing, I made Sam a terrible person and I'm not sorry about it.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All too well (10 minute version).

5 - All You Had to do Was Stay: By @hellooo-tricksters

“When Sam jumped into the pit, you were devastated, you thought you would never get him back. Then he returns and he is not who he used to be, he is rude, aggressive and cheats on you. He goes, and after a year he returns at your door.”

Info: One shot - 2172 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, a little angst and maybe a little fluff too.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: All you had to do was stay.

6 - How You Get the Girl: By @hellooo-tricksters

“ It has been 6 months since you’ve last seen Sam. And now he decides to show up? “

Info: One shot - 1627 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, smut if you squint I think…” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: How You get the girl.

7 - Welcome to New York: By @d-s-winchester

An AU series, where each chapter is inspired by a song from the album 1989.

Info: Series - 13 Chapters.

Warnings: “Angst, drinking, language, smut sorta” (Most of the chapters have no warning.) Warnings described by the creator.

Songs: Welcome to New York, Blank space, Style, Out of the Woods, All You Had To Do Was Stay, Shake it off, I Wish You Would, Bad blood, Wildest Dreams, How You Get The Girl, This Love, I Know Places and Clean.

8 - Gorgeous: By @justagirlinafandomworld

“Sam Winchester ruined your life. And he might know it.”

Info: Drabble - 100 words.

Warnings: “Secondhand embarrassment probably. Maybe feel a little called out?” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Gorgeous.

9 - Paper rings: By @bi-bard

“(Season 12) After everything happened with the British Men of Letters and the return of Mary Winchester, Sam does a lot of thinking about his future. Specifically, his future with his partner.”

The author didn't say if it's really inspired by taylor's song, I just deduced that it was. If I'm wrong, I'm sorry.

Info: Drabble - 983 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of torture” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Paper rings.

10 - The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7) Sam had been struggling since he had come back from the cage. As his condition worsens, (Y/n) tries everything to help him.”

Info: Drabble - 746 Words

Warnings: “hallucinations, past trauma” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Peace.

11 - Look at this idiotic fool that you made me: By @bi-bard

“(Y/n) finally puts their foot down with Sam. Sam trips over it.”

Info: Drabble - 787 Words

Warnings: “mentions of sex” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: illicit affairs

1 - Head First, Fearless: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

“ “But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absent mindedly makin’ me want you” from Fearless by Taylor Swift!”

Info: One shot - 2048 Words

Warnings: All the fluff! - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Fearless.

2 - Enchanted: By @d-s-winchester

“All I can say is I was, Enchanted to meet you”

Info: One shot - 1428 Words.

Warnings: “Language, fluff” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Enchanted.

3 - Speak now: By @d-s-winchester

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”

Info: One shot - 1305 Words.

Warnings: “None.” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Speak Now.

4 - Red: By @d-s-winchester

“Missing him was dark gray, all alone”

Info: One shot -1048 Words

Warnings: “Sadness, heartbreak, death, dealing with death” - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Red.

5 - All to well: By @the-winchester-pie

Info: One shot - 2071 Words

Warnings: Angst?

Song: All too well.

6 - I’d Say I Love You Even at Your Darkest: By @bi-bard

“Doubt and guilt creeps in and convinces Dean to run for the hills. (Y/n) refuses to let Dean believe that they would ever be happier without him.”

Info: One shot - 1838 Words.

Warnings: “Self-doubt, arguing, cussing” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Forever winter.

7 - Style: By @hellooo-tricksters

“Dean and the reader are in a no strings attached relationship since they met on a hunt. It passionate, steamy and complicated, but they keep returning on the same path, not matter which road they take.”

Info: One shot - 1869 Words.

Warnings: “Slight smut, mainly mentioning of it, maybe swearing, cheating?” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Style.

8 - Dorothea: By @imaginestuffs

“Dean “doesn’t like” your music, or so he says.”

Info: Drabble - 913 Words.

Warnings: “ A few curse words I believe, and fluff!!” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Dorothea.

9 - Bloodmoonlit: By @moonlightspencie

“ Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).”

Info: One shot - 5400 Words.

Warnings: “Drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end.” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Glitch.

1 - I'll Let You In: By @bi-bard

“(Season 7 + 9) After gaining his memory back, Castiel has to leave to go help the Winchesters. (Y/n) promises to leave the door open to him. They weren’t expecting him to actually come back.”

Info: One shot - 2490 Words.

Warnings: “Mentions of death” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: That’s When.

2 - Shake it off: By @kaz2y5-imagines

Dean and Sam find you and Castiel dancing "Shake it off" in the bunker.

Info: One shot - 1696 Words.

Warnings: None?

Song: Shake it off.

3 - Bad blood: By @hellooo-tricksters

“Castiel finds the reader after they broke up 3 months ago. It was ugly, hard and painful, but now, now she works for Crowley. She’s a demon and she’s got all the right ways to show him what he did to her. He’ll pay.”

Info: One shot - 1439 Words.

Warnings: “Swearing, torture...slightly… Demon!Reader” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Bad blood.

4 - My lover: By @swiftlymoniquesblog

Info: Drabble - 574 Words.

Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of relationship doubts

Song: Lover.

5 - I'm setting off, but not without my muse: By @bi-bard

“ Monsters are known for terrifying people. Some monsters even scare themselves.”

Info: One shot - 1575 Words.

Warnings: “Character death, angst, suicide (seriously, read with caution)” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: The lakes.

6 - And if I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now: By @bi-bard

“ (Y/n) had grown up with the Winchesters, but Castiel was the one who really took on a father role over the years. (Y/n) has to cope with losing him and having someone else claim to be his kid.”

Info: Drabble - 866 words

Warnings: “Mentions of death, grieving, Child!Reader” - Warnings and summary described by the creator.

Song: Marjorie.

7 - Safe and sound: By @d-s-winchester

Info: One shot - 1231 Words.

Warnings: None - Warnings described by the creator.

Song: Safe and sound.

If you guys know of more supernatural stories inspired by taylow swift songs, let me know as I might put them in part 2/update.

Enjoy the stories!

To the writers: You are amazing!

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #sam winchesterxreader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #sam winchester x you #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x you #taylor swift #the eras tour #fanfic rec #fic rec #recs

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joshfuckingkiszka · 7 months

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⊳masterpost⊲

taylor swift

fearless (taylor's version)

speak now (taylor's version)

red (taylor's version)

1989 (taylor's version)

reputation

lover

folklore

evermore

midnights ('til dawn)

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witchy-aunt · 4 months

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You're on your own, kid [TEASER]

Sam Winchester x Fem reader, song based fic, angsty/fluffy, Bobby SInger's daughter reader, brief mentions of alcohol and abusive behavior (John Winchester hate club)

THIS HAS NOT YET BEEN PROOFREAD THIS IS JUST A TEASER!

Summer went away, still the yearning stays..

You remembered those summers well, the ones where Sam and his older brother Dean would be dropped off at your dad, Bobby’s house. The first time you met those boys you remembered how nervous you felt. Growing up you didn’t have much friends, especially not ones who could ever understand you, the things you knew, and the things you felt. You remembered the nights you’d sneak away with the boys while your dad was asleep to sneak beers and talk, ‘course you and Sam had been the apprehensive ones, Dean coaxing you two by calling you two ‘chicken shit’, and so you did it, you snuck out, and you drank, and you felt like normal kids for awhile. There were other times though, when you and Sam went alone. You two were much more dreamy than Dean. You two could sit outside of the house, and stare up at the night sky without even talking. You remembered the way you’d tilt you head to look at Sam when you thought he was so distracted by the constellations, and his own thoughts, and just stare at him, the slope of his nose, even the shaggy overgrown bangs that fell over his forehead, taking in every last detail you could of curvature of his face. You didn’t know what it was then, that feeling, that yearning.

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nerd-at-sea5 · 1 year

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it is a need, not a want. it is a need to have nat, van, and laura lee screaming ‘we built this city’ by starship while lottie and taissa sit there gay panicking

because honestly nat and van definitely fuck it up to this album, and they would 100% drag whoever they can into it (so lets be real jackie and javi prob get into it w them)

the album came out in 1985.

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firstelevens · 5 months

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33 for Tyrone/Tandy from the new TS prompts list, please ⚜️

33. they'll judge it like they know about me and you

this is a Ty/Tandy entry from the Formula One AU, set around chapter 4 of the fic because I'm a sucker who can't walk away from things I love

“Tyrone fucking Johnson, do you even know how to answer a text message?!”

Ty startles, his head immediately whipping around towards the doors, where his very pissed off best-friend-and-maybe-more stands glaring at him.

He winces, scrambling to his feet as she stalks over. He vaguely notices Bucky’s surprise at Tandy’s entrance, but he’s too busy explaining himself to her to bother addressing Bucky’s confusion.

She looks furious, but by now Ty is fluent in the many moods of Tandy Bowen, and he can tell the difference between anger over something stupid he did and anger because she was worried about him. He still lets out a soft ‘oof’ when she throws her arms around him, but that’s more for show than anything else.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into her hair, squeezing her as tightly as she’s holding him. “The stupid charger didn’t work last night and my battery died in medical and I didn’t know how to tell Chase to tell you without making it obvious that…”

He feels her nod into his chest and makes the decision to ignore the slight tremble in her shoulders for now.

There’s a loud scrape of a chair against stone, and Ty is suddenly reminded that they have an audience as Bucky stands to leave.

He spares half a thought for how his and Tandy’s plan to keep their friendship under wraps is probably shot, but he can’t bring himself to care all that much right now. There had been a second today when his car was spinning out of control where all Ty had wanted to do was radio in a message to Tandy, just in case he wouldn’t be able to later. Then his car had smashed nose first into a barrier and fried his communications and it had gone from a practical concern to a hypothetical one.

It doesn’t change that he knew exactly what he would say to her if he had the chance. He just has to hope that she doesn’t bolt when he finally gets the words out of his mouth.

He’d had a hunch, but it becomes clear just how worried Tandy was when she pulls back to look at him with tears still in her eyes, huffing as she swipes them away. “They checked you over properly?” she asks, sniffling and looking annoyed about it. “No shortcuts so Victor could get around to lecturing you about wrecking the car?”

“No shortcuts,” says Ty. “And no lectures, either.”

She frowns. “Whatever. He’s still a dick.”

“You’re right,” he says with a laugh, “but I’m fine, T. I promise.”

He’s not surprised that this doesn’t seem to convince Tandy, who takes half a step back—Ty’s arms are still around her waist—and holds up a hand.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three,” says Ty. “The helmet did its job.”

Tandy is still frowning. “If you say so.”

“I do,” he says, “and so did the medics, and so did the doctor who came through after the medics, and so did Chase’s mom, who’s literally a neurologist.”

Tandy makes a face, but the corner of her mouth lifts a little. “Three opinions is definitely overkill, even for an overachiever like you.”

Ty smiles. “I had to be sure; I knew there was someone in my life who was going to want to triple check.”

“Well, whoever that is, they sound silly,” Tandy says, more to Ty’s shirt than to his face.

“Don’t call my best friend silly,” he says. “She beats up people who are mean to me.”

Tandy snorts, but she still hasn’t moved out of the circle of Ty’s arms, her hands resting flat against his chest.

When she’s quiet for a few long moments, Ty tells himself that it’s time to get what he wants to say off his chest. “Tandy,” he starts to say, “I wanted to–”

“I didn’t like it,” she says abruptly, cutting him off. Ty furrows his eyebrows, but she’s explaining herself before he can ask. “Seeing your car spin out like that. I didn’t– it felt like I couldn’t breathe, watching it happen. Like I couldn’t remember how.”

He finally moves his hands away from her waist, covering her hands with his where they rest over his heart. He wants to reassure her, but he also knows that if he starts talking, he’s as likely to spook her as anything else, and he really wants to know what she has to say.

“It was the worst,” she says, “and I’ve seen some pretty shitty things. I don’t know how people do it, all these spouses who come down to watch the races. I don’t get how you can watch that happen to someone and not hate every second that it could happen to the person you care about. I don’t think it would even be humanly possible if you had to watch something like that from the pit and not the stands.”

There’s a sinking feeling in Ty’s chest, but he tries to ignore it and hear the rest of what Tandy is saying. She’s his best friend before she’s anything else, and he owes her that.

Tandy takes a long, slow breath like she’s trying to steel herself for something. Ty doesn’t know what else to do, so he gives her hands a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

By some miracle, it works. She tilts her head up again so she’s looking him in the eye, and her voice shakes a little as she speaks.

“I was so sure that our plan was going to work out perfectly. That– that you could bide your time at Leone and then you could come to Scuda and it would all work out, but I can’t do it, Ty,” she says, and his heart cracks a little bit.

“It’s okay, Tandy,” he murmurs. “We’re okay. You’re my best friend and I’m the luckiest man in the world for that. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

As facial expressions go, Ty is expecting to see sadness or acceptance or maybe irritation.

What he’s not expecting is to see Tandy’s big sad eyes go from tearful to completely baffled.

“Wait,” she says. “Wait, wait, wait. What?”

Ty furrows his eyebrows. “What, what? I just mean it’s okay, T. We’re friends and that’s plenty.”

She chooses this moment to finally step away from him, looking incredulous now. “Of course it is!” she says. “But I thought we were–”

“So did I!” says Ty, now just as confused as Tandy looks. “But then you said that you couldn’t do it, and I wanted to respect that.”

“Ty, oh my God, you have got to stop being so accommodating.”

“I know that’s not the lesson you want me to take away from a moment where I was trying to respect your wishes about something.”

Tandy crosses her arms. “Did you wait to hear my wishes before respecting them, or did you just jump right to being self-sacrificing?”

Ty presses his mouth shut. She may have a point, he realizes, and it’s also just unfair how cute she looks when she’s telling him how stupid he’s being.

She huffs. “I have to do everything myself around here, huh?”

“You do kind of have authority issues, so I’m not sure how well you’d take to someone else doing things for you.”

After a moment of pretending to think it over, she nods. “You might have a point.”

Ty shakes his head. “Tandy Bowen tells me I’m right and I don’t even have a working phone to record it.”

“I’ll buy you a tape recorder for your next birthday,” she says. He hasn’t missed the fact that she’s moved closer to him now, almost as near as she was when her hands were pressed over his heart.

“Tandy,” says Ty, because the suspense is ging to kill him. “What were you trying to say earlier?”

“When you and your hero complex were busy jumping to conclusions? That ‘earlier’?”

Ty narrows his eyes at her, but then a smile breaks across her face and he can’t help but give her one in response. “Yeah, that ‘earlier.’”

She takes another steadying breath before looking up to meet his eyes again. “What I was saying was that I don’t think I can do what we planned,” she says. “I don’t think I can be your engineer like we thought I could.”

It’s not what Ty expected to hear, but it still hurts. The entire time he’d been working towards a spot in Formula One, it had been his goal to drive on the track with Tandy in his ear. They would be unstoppable together; he was certain of that. He still is.

“I’m not trying to change your mind,” he says slowly, “but could you tell me why?”

At which point Ty is the recipient of one of the most classic faces that Tandy makes, lesson one in the textbook of the many moods of Tandy Bowen: she looks at him like he’s just asked a question with the most obvious answer in the world, and Ty has no idea what that’s supposed to be.

“Humor me, T.”

“Ty,” she says, and this time it’s Tandy putting her hands in his, “I can’t be your engineer because I’d be fucking terrible at it. Because every time I would tell any other driver to push through and overtake or speed up or drive on bald tires, I would tell you to make the safe choice. I can’t be your engineer because if it had to be a choice between you winning and me knowing that you weren’t going to get hurt, you’d never win a single race.”

Ty’s heart is hammering against his chest and making it very difficult for him to keep all of that banked up hope at bay. “Why?” he manages to ask.

“Because I might be reckless about everything else,” she says softly, “but I– I don’t want to be reckless with you.”

Her hands are shaking a little bit, but she doesn’t look away from him, and all Ty can think of is the hundred ways the world has broken both their hearts, and the fact that they’re still willing to risk that again for each other, and he just can’t be cautious anymore.

Ty pulls Tandy closer by their joined hands, tipping her chin up just a little. Tandy sees where he’s going like she always does and gets there first just because she can, dropping Ty’s hands so she can brace a hand against his jaw, pulling him down towards her. Like most places Tandy has drawn him to, he goes willingly.

Her lips curve up in a smile against his own, and when they break apart, they can’t stop laughing, something giddy filling the air between them.

“So it looks like we’re doing a really good job of keeping our friendship under wraps, huh?”

“We’re basically spies at this point,” says Ty. “The best way to avoid people accusing you and your best friend of a conflict of interest is to kiss them in a public place.”

Tandy looks back over her shoulder at the still-empty patio. “If they see us, they see us,” she says, with a decisive nod. “People talk anyway. Might as well give them something to talk about.”

“What happened to not being reckless?” laughs Ty.

“Some things are worth the risk,” Tandy says primly. Before Ty can feel too flattered about it, she adds, “And by ‘some things’, here I obviously mean ‘the chance to get into the WAGs group chat.’ They know everything.”

And Ty means to give her a flat look in response, he really does, but then he sees the pure delight in her face as she teases him, and he’s not sure how he’s supposed to do anything except smile back at her when she looks at him like this.

#me yesterday: i'm gonna write SO MANY short fics #me today: [whatever this is]#tyrone x tandy #@ sam and bucky SOME OF US have our romantic resolutions QUICKLY and QUIETLY and IN THE MOONLIGHT like civilized people #zainab does ask meme things #taylor swift prompt fics #my fic #birdhapley #sesamestreep

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Sam/Bucky, 29

29. It’s 2am and I’m cursing your name (from this prompt list) more gbbo AU shenanigans, as per usual. with permission from the bake off queen herself! Set pre-all stars season by a few years 🩷

“You know what, Buck? This is all your fault.”

Bucky lifts his gaze from the digital readout on the kitchen scale to look at Sam, who is doing a fairly impressive job of looking stern for someone who also has powdered sugar on the tip of his ear. He assumes Sam doesn’t know that last part, though, and he decides it’s funnier if he doesn’t tell him.

“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” Bucky says, tiredly, “just that you’re going to have to be more specific.”

Natasha makes an soft, amused snorting sound from Sam’s other side but doesn’t look away from the recipe she’s been staring at for the past ten minutes. She’s got her hair piled on her head and secured with an enormous claw clip and she’s making the sort of face she normally reserves for when she encounters one of the few languages she doesn’t speak a word of, but she is also tapping her foot and mumbling along to the B-52s song that is playing softly out of a bluetooth speaker (a concession to the fact that everyone else in the house is asleep and also that Sam regards baking in silence as a weird form of punishment), so she must not be in the worst mood.

“‘It’ll be fine, Sam,’” Sam says, in what Bucky guesses is probably supposed to be an impression of his voice. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t sound like Joe Pesci in real life, but he does try to avoid hearing recordings of himself talking, so it’s hard to be completely certain. “‘We’ll just bake our cakes for the wedding AFTER the rehearsal dinner!’”

“You said it was a good idea!”

“Yeah, that was one-month-ago-Sam! He didn’t have to get to the airport at 5 this morning! He’s not still up at 2 in the morning with your dumb ass, either!”

Natasha mutters something under her breath in Russian that Bucky refuses to acknowledge because he does not want to translate it for Sam.

Instead, he says, “Okay, yes, this is stressful now, but it’s all going to be worth it tomorrow—”

“Today,” Natasha interrupts.

“Not helping,” Bucky replies. “It will all be worth it when we surprise Steve and Peggy with everyone’s cakes at the wedding tomorrow.”

“Today,” both Natasha and Sam correct him, and none too gently either.

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbles. He takes a deep breath in through his nose and then releases it slowly. He tries adopting a sweeter tone with obvious effort. “Is there something I can help you with, Sam? Anything I can do to be of service? To atone for this terrible idea of mine?”

Sam looks suspicious at first—or maybe just aware that he’s being placated—but he also can’t seem to fully fight off the smile that eventually takes over his face. He shakes his head, still smiling, and says, “Just get me some more butter from the fridge, will you?”

“Yep. Absolutely. Wait, how much?” Without waiting for an answer, Bucky steps closer to peer at the recipe over Sam’s shoulder. The same shoulder that, naturally, collides with his own as Sam steps back to show him the recipe. This leaves them in a weird sort of prom picture pose as they look at the iPad together and Bucky doesn’t have to look at Natasha to know she’s smirking at them.

“Damn, is there enough butter in this thing, Sam?” he asks, just because he needs something to do besides think about how broad Sam’s shoulders are or how good he smells (even accounting for the fact that they all smell like sugar and vanilla right now).

“Fuck off, man,” Sam says, shoving him lightly. “I thought we were cool for a second there.”

The absolute last thing Bucky feels right now is cool, which is why it’s good that he’s about to stick his head in a fridge and look around for ingredients. It will give him time to calm down, and also avoid looking at Natasha for even longer.

“I’m just saying, I’d like Steve and Peggy to make it to their honeymoon without, like, any heart attacks or anything like that.”

“You’re back on my shit list now,” Sam replies, not even looking at him. “Natasha, remember this day!”

“Oh, I imagine I’ll have trouble forgetting it, Sam,” she says, coolly, as she moves to rinse some fruit in the sink.

Bucky does as he was told, then, with the attention off of him, and searches for more butter in the fridge, feeling both relieved that he and Sam are back to their usual bickering and oddly disappointed to be out of Sam’s good graces so quickly, even if it is mostly them joking around. One of these days, he vows, he’ll figure out how to feel normal about Sam Wilson. Just maybe not tonight.

#no comment except 👀#the gbbo au #bake off au #sam wilson #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #sambucky #firstelevens #mutuals admiration society #taylor swift song prompts #prompt fill #prompt fic #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!

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imaginethatlifex · 5 months

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paper rings by taylor swift gives me big sammy kiszka daydreams. i will not be elaborating, thank you.

#paper rings #taylor swift #lover #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam gvf #sammy gvf #danny gvf #greta van fleet #greta van fic #crush #writing

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setokaibapetty · 1 year

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5 + 1 Friday Fic Roundup: “The Gamer” Girls

Fics with girls/women (mostly Taylor Hebert) have Gamer or Gamer-adjacent powers.

1. The Rising of the Shield Heroine (SV): Taylor gets alt powers in the form of getting the abilities of the protagonist from “The Rising of a Shield Hero”.

2. Recurve (SB): Taylor gets the alt power of The Gamer and uses it to be a hero.

3. Gaming the System (SB): An SI finds herself in the Worm setting with The Gamer power (and scary hints this might not be her first playthrough).

4. All the Queen’s Men (SB): An SI finds themselves reincarnated into the MCU with a Gamer system. This fic self-identifies as a spite fic.

5. Munchkin (SB): Gamer!Taylor as seen through outside POV. Basically PHO.

Bonus: Doomsday Prevention Toolkit (SB): Taylor ends up with the AI from the video game Mass Effect: Andromeda in her head and “tinker” powers that upgrade.

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 months

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Sam Wilson Masterlist

I Wish You Would · Summary - You wish you could go back and remember what you were fighting for. You wish you could remember what was worth such angry last words to the love of your life. But mostly, you wish he knew that you missed him too much to be mad anymore.

Midnight Rain · Summary - You broke his heart because he was nice. He was Sunshine, and you were more like Midnight Rain.

i'll take care of you · Summary - He'll always take care of you.

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samsspambox · 2 years

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The scientists told him that he was very sick. He had a special pill that he would have with every meal and that someone would watch him eat. They would stand in the corner of his room and wait for him to swallow the pill. Only then would they leave the room.

He always felt fine, though. Maybe it was because he had been on the pills for so long. Wouldn’t he have been able to… go home by now? Shouldn’t his family be there to pick him up?

or alternatively: Neil Hume is found after a year in a facility by pure chance. He seems fine but... something isn't quite right.

hello the untitled neil angst fic has a name now! likes and rbs appreciated let me know what yall think in the tags i love reading them uwu

#talks from the spambox #tears of themis #tears of themis fic #tears of themis fanfic #artem wing #zuo ran #luke pearce #xia yan #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #vyn richter #mo yi #neil hume #tot celestine taylor #untitled neil angst fic #sam tries to write angst but somehow theres some hurt/comfort and found family #which is pretty on brand if we're being honest lmaoo

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shy-taylorsversion · 2 years

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TAYLOR SWIFT SONG FICS

So i’m going to start a series type thing where i write fics inspired by each taylor swift songs! The goal is to make it through all the albums but we will see lol

some songs already have assigned characters/ships but if you have a better idea please let me know!

also please send requests for blank songs!!

(songs like ronan,soon you’ll get better and marjorie aren’t included)

-characters/ships write for-

x readers-

(i generally write female but gn if requested) -

dean winchester

sam winchester

damon salvatore

stefan salvatore

eddie munson

steve harrington

-ships i write for-

draco/hermione

damon/elena

damon/bonnie

stefan/caroline

-if there’s any other ships or character you want just ask!!-

#dramione #dean winchester x reader #eddie munson x reader #sam winchester x reader #steve harrington x reader #taylor swift #songfic #delena #bamon fic #steroline #fanfic #x reader

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grahamobrien13 · 1 year

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Willow (Destiel)

Destiel Song Fic based on Willow by Taylor Swift.

I wrote this after listening to the song while walking through Walmart.

Read it on AO3

The more that you say, the less I know

Castiel never imagined that when he walked into that abandoned barn with the two men waiting to attack him that his life would change forever...

Yet here he was, years later sitting across from that man. Dean was smiling and laughing at something that his brother, Sam, had said. Castiel couldn't help but smile at Dean's expression. He was so happy in that moment and Castiel couldn't have been happier that he left his own family for the one that he found. Castiel thought back...

Wherever you stray, I follow

Castiel thought back to when he had dragged Dean into that alley.

"I rebelled for you, you are not going to turn around and turn yourself in to the people who are trying to end humanity." He had said, gripping Dean's collar tight. Dean looked up at him, his face bloodied and swollen. Castiel couldn't help but feel so much anger for the man in front of him.

Castiel was shaken from his thought by Dean's deep voice,

"So, Cass, how's your first double bacon cheese burger?" Dean asked, taking another bite from his own. Castiel looked down at his food that had yet to be touched, he tilted his head.

"Do humans actually enjoy this? There is so much... grease.. It seems unhealthy." Cass said. Dean pulled Cass's basket of food closer to himself and grabbed some fries.

I'm begging for you to take my hand

Cass lost himself in thought again as the three men walked back to the Impala. He thought about his time in Purgatory. He thought about what had led him there and about how desperately Dean wanted to help him.

"Dean... GO!" Cass shouted at him. Dean then lost his grip on Castiel's hand and the man who Castiel felt so many... feelings for disappeared in front of his eyes. Castiel fell to his back on the rocks and stared at the grey sky above him. "Goodbye, Dean..." He whispered to no one. He squeezed his blade in his hand as a vampire jumped on top of him, gnashing its teeth. Castiel cut it's head of with a slash.

"Hey, Cass, do you want to come back to the motel with us or did you have other plans?" Sam asked, Cass looked away from the window and made eye contact with Sam in the rearview mirror.

"I can come back with you guys. I would really like to help you on this case." He said.

Wreck my plans

Castiel was sitting on the bed flipping through the limited channels that this motel had.

Castiel thought about his Garrison. His brothers and sisters who he had spent many millennia with. How most of them had been killed, some even by his own hand. How he had done some of these things in the best interest for the two brothers. (mostly the older of the two...)

"Cass, you've seemed kind of out of it today." Dean commented. Castiel looked around the room, noticing that Sam was no longer in the room.

"I have been thinking, Dean... About how no matter what... through all these ups and downs you still consider me your family." Castiel said, his voice shaking slightly.

"Cass... We've talked about this. No chick flick moments." Dean warned. Cass smiled, looking into Dean's eyes.

"Dean, I love you." He said. Dean's face turned red and he looked down at the papers in front of him.

"Cass... I-I think I love you to." He said. Cass's smile grew and was suddenly pulling Dean up and into a kiss. Dean gripped Cass's coat and kissed him back. It was intense and passionate and neither of the men could believe that this was finally happening. After everything they had been through... Finally...

That's My Man

#Destiel #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Castiel #Willow #Taylor Swift song fic #based on a Taylor Swift song #Willow by Taylor Swift #love confession'

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katyobsesses · 2 years

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WIP folder

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have wips. this isn’t just for writing either. sketch titles? comics? dnd campaigns? if you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

tagged by @thnxforknowingme. I'm someone who really likes to title my fics as soon as possible, or at least have a vague idea of the title before i even write it.

first I'll do the fics that are currently being uploaded, then list the others. - inculding my current cross stitch WIP

WIPS on AO3

Cycle of Fate Welcome To New York (it's been waiting for you) One More New Direction

WIPS that have yet to see the light of day

OMND 'verse ↳ It's Time To Make A Decision ↳ Things Change & Friends Leave ↳ All Of The While (it was you) ↳ Violets & Purples ↳ The Stars are In Your Eyes ↳ So Many Colors ↳ Finally Home ↳ Glee by Lucy Q Fabray ↳ The Finn Hudson Auditorium ↳ Forty Bucks Some Things You Just Don't Question (Barolebeth AU) Blam S6 re-write Luna (Quinntina Childhood best friends AU) "Untitled" 911xGlee crossover Oh, Broadway, Here I Come Matt Gossip Girl I Had My Time Visit Olympus - home of the gods

Okay, that was wayyyyy more than i was expecting, but i do kind of think of all of the OMND 'verse fics as just one fic

I am not going to tag 22 people, because that is just too many 🤣 but i guess I'll tag a couple who i don't think have been tagged yet? @beshrew-my-very-heart @backslashdelta and then anyone else who wants to do this!

#katy writes #katy creates #i think this is it??#i mean i also have an ongoing D&D campaign and one coming up #but no other fanart or fics on the go i don't think!#though maybe my Every Glee Song Ever series counts? or my Sam Evans As Taylor Swift Songs? idk

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twwpress · 2 years

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Briefing #6 - July 31 - August 6

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from July 31 - August 6, 2022. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

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The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

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Trope Soup: A Josh/Donna Tropes Fest is open for prompt submissions and claims. Learn more here.

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Photos/Videos:

This week in TWW photos and videos! (And what a week it was – Happy Birthday, Martin Sheen!) Here’s what was posted from July 31 - August 6.

Melissa Fitzgerald posted a photo of Martin Sheen and a dog along with a birthday wish.

Richard Schiff posted a photo with Martin Sheen along with a birthday wish.

Bradley Whitford posted a photo with Martin Sheen along with a birthday wish.

@BradleyBrainrot: August 2 | August 3 | August 6

@sinistercherubs: August 1 | August 1

@JessBakesCakes: August 4

Edits/Artwork:

Here’s where we’ll share all the photo edits, videos, and other artwork in the fandom this week!

& i'm split in half but that'll have to do by EditsByLu [VIDEO]

baby, i’m forever yours by sinistercherubs [VIDEO]

#THEWESTWING: an upbeat, optimistic political show by morealeslyman [VIDEO]

country Josh/Donna (inspired by the country AU by mikaylawrites) by sam_writes_fics [ARTWORK]

Jed’s Birthday Instagram AU by kennysroys [PHOTO EDIT]

West Wing Group Texts by kennysroys [PHOTO EDIT]

tww tweets: August 3 [1] | August 3 [2] | August 3 [3] | August 3 [4] |

Miscellaneous:

@TheFinestMuffin posted a thread about Janel Moloney’s appearance in the movie To Save a Child

The Bradley Whitford episode of Who Do You Think You Are? will premiere on NBC on Sunday, August 7 at 7 pm Eastern time and will be available to stream on Peacock starting Monday July, 8. Watch the promo clip here.

Shout-Outs:

This is where we shout-out members of our fandom! Got a birthday coming up? Did a friend start their first watch-through of the show? Let us know! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Happy birthday to twitter users @mossxlyman and @dmosslyman! You can find Mikayla (@dmosslyman)’s fics here.

Editor’s Choice:

It’s a new month, and on the very first day Taylor Swift’s “August” skyrocketed back into #11 on the global charts. TWW fandom 🤝 Taylor Swift songs, just generally, so we thought we’d celebrate the advent of unofficial-international-listen-to-folklore month with some of our favorite tswift songfics and fics with lyric titles from Taylor’s songs. There was simply no way for us to catch them all, so please hit us up/reblog with favorites we missed!

death by folklore by slightlyraspberry (Series) | Rated G - T | Multiple Pairings | Complete |

a collection of 5 (mostly unconnected) West Wing fics, each inspired by a song (or songs) on Taylor Swift's folklore.

what a shame you weren't mine by park_all_covered_with_cheese | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete | Sam Seaborn loves Josh Lyman. And Josh Lyman loves Sam Seaborn. Just not quite as much.josh's problem is that he runs away from everything that's good for him (those of us who have watched noel or really any episode of the show are aware of this). that in mind they are very much perfect for each other except that josh refuses to believe he deserves love and that breaks Sam's heart more than the "no". inspired (obviously) by taylor swift, because who else would it be, honestly.

nothing safe is worth the drive by JessBakesCakes for sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | She’d always thought the moment would be more magical than this. Something more poetic, a story to tell her grandchildren someday. But instead, her feet are aching and she’s wearing a charcoal pantsuit and a pink blouse, and it’s just before midnight in a noisy, overcrowded hotel room in New Hampshire that Donna Moss realizes she’s in love with Josh Lyman.

there we are again (when i loved you so) by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | “Did you have a last assistant?” She asks, one eyebrow arched and lips quirked up at the side.

“Nope.” He shrugs nonchalantly as he takes a sip of coffee, his eyes scanning the traffic as they wait. “Guess I was waiting for you.”

Donna can feel her cheeks burning despite the cold morning, a warmth swelling in her chest at his words. She knows he’s only teasing, that this is what they do, apparently. But one of the first things she’s learnt about him in the days since they met is that Josh doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean.

Like You’d Get Your Knuckles Bloody for Me by Iamsherlocked07 | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete | Toby makes a rash decision to protect CJ.

he built a fire just to keep me warm by scullymuldrs for mikaylawrites | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | “You know,” he tells her, “it’s okay if you need to take a break.”

“I don’t, I promise. Today was just one of those days.” She tries to ignore the warmth blooming in her chest when she feels him rub circles against her skin.

“You can tell me about your bad days,” he says, “I want to take care of you too.”

(Donna’s spent years taking care of Josh, but he’s spent just as long taking care of her.)

sit with you in the trenches by swancharmings for defendingtheearth | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | ”So you’ve got health and strength.”

“And we’ll steal the rest?”

“Bet your ass.”

Four ways they did exactly that.

how sharp the pieces were you'd crumbled into by hufflepuffhermione | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It’s clear to her now, as she kicks off the covers of the bed, suddenly feeling restrained by them, that Josh needs company more than he needs intimacy. Josh doesn’t need her body—perhaps he does want it, but it’s more than that—he needs her. She practically jumps out of bed, unable to to stay there any longer. Not when Josh is alone on what has to be one of the hardest nights of his life (which is saying something).

Josh is falling apart, and Donna tries not to notice. Until she does.

//prompt: taylor swift songfic

you drew stars around my scars by sam_writes_fics | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh, Donna, and the scars that saved their lives

not because he owns me (but 'cause he really knows me) by mikaylawrites | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | “How about these?” she asks, her finger hovering above the glass case.

Josh steps closer to see a number of dainty silver necklaces with round, flat pendants. Each is engraved with a single letter in a simple, serif font.

"Those are pretty,” he says, though he wouldn’t have guessed she would choose something like that. “Would you want a ‘D’? Or an ‘M’?”

She looks over at him, the corners of her mouth turned up. “How about a ‘J’?”

When Josh lets Donna pick out her own anniversary gift, she makes an unexpected choice.

august slipped away into a moment in time by crossingdelancey | Rated M | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete | in which cj is much too hot, and toby ziegler can vouch for her on that.

it always leads to you and my hometown (series) by singingaboutwishing | Rated T | Will Bailey/Sam Seaborn | Complete | sam and will, to the tune of “dorothea” and “‘tis the damn season” by taylor swift. midwestern, non-political au.

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

it's 3am i must be lonely by sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

gave you so much (but it wasn’t enough) by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

all i’ve ever learned from love by hanyolo for mikaylawrites | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Cones of Dunshire by Shinyrosa | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

late for the love of my life by sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The Smile On Your Face Lets Me Know That You Need Me by mlea7675 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

ballerina, you've must have seen her by thababes | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

something gave you the nerve by hanyolo | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

you knock me out, I fall apart (and I thought I was so smart) by fiery_one_18 | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

if i had a wish (i'd wish for sunshine all the while) by JessBakesCakes for mikaylawrites | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Still Feel Like Your Man by flowersinapril | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

and i'll love you more than anybody can by JessBakesCakes | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

this is the wonder (that's keeping the stars apart) by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

And the world spins madly on by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

all grown up by fiery_one_18 for debutante_gurl | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

all i gotta do is say your sweet name by hufflepuffhermione for mikaylawrites | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

but i knew you by swancharmings | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Body Count by Chinesepapercut | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

the god trick by Benevolent_Atlas31 | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

heartbreak, you know, drives a big black car by phos3 | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

i should have asked you questions. by The_wastedworld | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

CJ/Toby

starry eyes sparking up my darkest night by claudiasjeancregg | Rated T | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

andante, andante by claudiasjeancregg | Rated T | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

When I said I would die a bachelor (I did not think I should live till I were married) by jazzjo | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Leo McGarry | Complete

you can afford to lose a day or two by jazzjo | Rated G | C. J. Cregg/Kate Harper | Complete

Miracle by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Wait For Me by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Somethings you just can't speak about by Worldsofdreamers | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

The Language of Healing by silasfinch for justdreaming88 | Rated M | Ellie Bartlet/Original Female Character(s) | In Progress

Contentment by SocialOutsider | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss/Sam Seaborn | Complete

Multiple Pairings

Let's Get Together by mlea7675 | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

all i wanna do in the middle of the evening is hold you tight by rearviewmirror | Rated T | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet/Leo McGarry, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Jed Bartlet/Leo McGarry, Abbey Bartlet/Leo McGarry | Complete

There are no second acts in American lives (except when there are) by norahb | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Sam Seaborn/Original Male Character(s), Josh Lyman/Original Female Character(s) | In Progress

now that i'm unfettered and unbound by jazzjo | Not Rated | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg (past), Josh Lyman/Donna Moss (background) | Complete

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