#challenge fics

[navybrat817]

Challenges are a Challenge!

Hey, lovelies! The next couple of weeks I'm going to focus on getting caught up on challenge fics. Some are overdue. Shh. 🧡 Fics on the way for...

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bucky Barnes (one will feature Dean Winchester!)

Chris Beck

Captain Syverson

Lee Bodecker

Steve Rogers

I'll be able to concentrate on getting my series caught up after. 🧡 Hope you all enjoy what's to come! 🧡🧡🧡

[bearmustard]

Dreams Unwind by clare328/ @bearmustard | G | Harry/Louis | 666 words

A spell is more effective if he dresses for the part. Bell sleeves held up to the late afternoon light, magical in itself; the power is in the dream of it. Slides against his skin, makes him feel precious. The ritual begins now, early, before his lover travels home. Secrets are powerful too.

For @1dtrickortreatfest! Check them all out here!

[jtargaryen18]

Coming later tonight... 😊😈😍😱😳🤣😇😎

[peterickcreationschallenge]

Trick or Pete 2019 Masterpost

We had an amazing turn out this Halloween, 17 brand new works and all of them utterly amazing! (Which I can confirm because I read them all quicker than most people can eat Halloween candy.) Without further ado, and in case you missed any of them, here they are:

Ain’t No Magic Potion by @shark-myths

Genderbent Fall Out Boy witch AU! Pat makes a magic potion in the hopes of impressing her crush. But not the way you’re thinking!

this conversation’s been dead on by @talkingcinemalight 

Ghosthunter YouTuber AU! The boys film themselves in a haunted mansion on Halloween night - terror ensues!

Dead and Dreaming by @sn1tchesandtalkers

Pete is a (phony) psychic and Patrick is a (very real) ghost. Can Pete help Patrick cross over to the other side?

angels, choking on their halos by @smalltalktorture

Patrick is talked into a couples costume by Pete. The only thing is, they’re not actually dating... 

I Said I’d Never Miss You by @hum-my-name

Patrick is a ghost, haunting the apartment where he was murdered. Pete just wants to help his friend move on.

obsession called while you were out by @gothfob 

Pete runs the family motel in the middle of nowhere. Patrick is a guest. Pete has... an unusual hobby.

Dye My Eyes And Call Me Pretty by @ohhfrecklefreckle

Pete has a thing for cross dressing. Patrick has a thing for Pete.

A handful of hopeful words by @carbonbased000

Pete is an author and Patrick is his long-suffering editor. They’ve never met in person, but maybe a book of spooky short stories can turn that around...

Somebody’s Watching Me by @data-dork

Patrick doesn’t remember how he came to the house. He just knows he has to put on a performance for Him. (A Suitehearts AU)

fuck off, dracula! by @wentzgold

Pete is trying to get lucky at a Halloween party. Unfortunately, someone else in a matching costume is really ruining his chances.

Guts Can’t Be Reworked by @1833outboy

Patrick works on his grandparent’s farm. The same farm Pete goes to every year to buy his Halloween pumpkin. Pete considers this a bonus.

You Must Please Remember by @das-verlorene-kind

Pete and Patrick are two of the last survivors of a parasitic disease that has swept the world. When they stumble across one another by accident, they turn to one another for company.

Season of the Witch(es) by @holytrohmanempire

A Halloweentown AU. Patrick, drunk, accidentally gets on the bus to Halloweentown. Pete is the ostracized son of a once powerful warlock. Pete has mixed feelings about humans.

There Been A Million Before Me by @allkindsofplatinumandpercocet

Patrick is a librarian on a mission: to have one last bleach blond blowout before he settles down into his new, respectable job. He meets a stranger on a rooftop.

Passim by @earlgreytea68

Patrick is an academic studying the poetry of Peter Wentz (no, not that one). Pete (Yes, that one) is the great-grandson of that poet, and curator of all things Peter Wentz. Also, there’s a ghost!

plena luna, et irrumabo by @laudanumcafe 

Pete, a shape shifter, brings Patrick along to the annual Hunter’s Moon festival. Patrick’s acting kind of strangely. Maybe the shifter genes didn’t miss him, after all.

Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? by @glitterandrocketfuel

Pete has made a deal with a demon, and deals come at a price. The problem is that Pete was paying with something that didn’t fully belong to him. 

[ciarawritesmarvel]

the bird, the bad and the bucky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, angst but it doesn’t last because I couldn’t end it on that, some self-doubt, insecurities and such A/N: This is my entry for the wonderful @sgtjbuccky‘s 3k writing challenge. Salina, you’re one of the most talented people I know and you deserve wayy more than 3k but I’m so proud of you for this milestone! I hope I’ve done this prompt justice but I really can’t decide whether I like this little self-indulgent oneshot or not so I would really appreciate any feedback anyone may have, good or bad! Hope you enjoy, though <3 also ain’t this title a bloody joke

Prompt: “I know what I need, it’s what I want that disturbs me.”

This had not been your day. At all.

Work had gone terribly. Working directly for Tony Stark was...challenging at the best of times but today he was just that slight bit more irritating and you were just that slight bit less tolerant. Every snarky comment, every sarcastic remark, every demanding ‘suggestion’ had you gritting your teeth, your whole body tensing up.

If that wasn’t enough, when you went to collect you and Stark’s lunchtime coffees, the idiot barista had spilt yours all down your shirt, proceeding to stare obsessively at the floor when his manager insisted that, somehow, these were not circumstances for a free refill. And, on principle, you refused to buy another one. So on top of everything, you were caffeine deprived.

Oh, and there was bird shit in your hair. That too.

You thought about all this as you angrily tapped your foot whilst the elevator took you to your floor of Stark tower, the beats getting louder and louder as you went as your frustration grew. Stepping out and onto your floor, you marched over to your door and tried to turn your key in the lock, groaning when it wouldn’t turn. You started to flick your wrist almost manically, desperately trying to get into your room. The damn thing wouldn’t budge.

You pushed all your weight against the door, as if that would help, but your logical mind was hardly in control of you now, and heaved against it, still trying to turn the key but now adding the help of brute force.

Suddenly the door flew open and you landed face first in the carpet, a few fuzzy fibers finding their way into your mouth. You spat them out in disgust.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” came a voice from above you and you groaned again.

“Don’t you-”

“Is that shit in your hair?” Bucky’s hand came up to cover his mouth as he tried to stifle a giggle, “Oh my god, it is, isn’t it?”

“I said don’t.”

Your voice held a warning that was so unlike you that Bucky stopped himself from voicing his concern about the carpet in your mouth. He frowned, offering you a hand to help you up which you took gratefully, pulling yourself upright.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice now gruff as he released your hand quickly, not quite knowing how to deal with this side of you. But, oh, how he wanted to know.

You on the other hand, were taken aback by the question. Your friendship consisted of three things, the main two being teasing and flirting. No deep conversations, no real talk, no comforting chats. This was uncharted territory.

The third was the unrequited feelings you’d had for him for at least a year, although that was hardly pertinent at this exact moment.

“I have shit in my hair and coffee down my shirt-” you deadpanned, gesturing to your appearance, “-do I look alright to you?”

You sighed, not meaning to come across rude but not being able to help it. Just as you were about to apologise, he spoke up.

“You look beautiful.”

You froze. That was a sincere compliment. A sincere compliment. There was no teasing tone behind his words and his voice wasn’t laced with innuendo. He was being genuine. These kinds of comments had been becoming more and more frequent recently, although usually you were around others and able to either simply ignore him or brush him off. Here, you were completely exposed.

You didn’t like it.

“Yeah, whatever, Bucky,” you muttered, moving away from him to fuss with your bed, moving the pillows around until they were in the exact same positions they were in before. As if he wouldn’t notice.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” you didn’t quite expect him to call you out and your heart had fallen through the floorboards and down into the foundations of the tower. Why did he always insist on making this real? Making this tangible?

“Brush me off when I say something remotely nice about you. As if I’m lying, or something. I’m not lying, Y/N,” he sounded almost pleading as he took a few tentative steps towards you while you continued to fiddle with the pillows. You stayed silent but apparently that wasn’t good enough this time and he grabbed your wrist, stopping your motions.

“I know you aren’t,” you mumbled, tempted to wrench your arm from his tight grasp but wanting to spend at least a few moments relishing in the burning heat that came with his touch. You didn’t get long - you never got long - because his brows furrowed as he thought about your statement and then his face fell and his hand dropped away.

“You’re not interested, is that it? I know I’m pretty old but I didn’t realise I was that bad at reading the signs-”

“That isn’t it,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, lips hardly moving, eyes transfixed on his face, flitting from feature to feature but deliberately avoiding his eyes.

“Then what is it? Because this has been going on for months now, Y/N, and I don’t think I can let it go on for many more,” his voice was as low as yours, you having to watch his lips to make sure you knew exactly what he was saying. When had he gotten so close? You feel the air between you getting thinner and thinner until it felt as if there was none left. He didn’t close the gap though, clearly needing your approval, your word, your consent.

You were too stunned to give it.

So he did the one thing he shouldn’t have done: he lifted your chin with a single finger until your eyes met.

As soon as they did all your reasons for not doing this came flooding back. Adoration. Awe. Amazement. All were present in the sparkle of his eye and all made you feel like you might physically throw up.

You didn’t deserve this. You’d always been told you’d never deserve this. How could you possibly ever fucking deserve all this love?

You jumped away from him, as if he’d just shot you, hands clenched at your sides to stop them from visibly shaking. And the desperation and despair that engulfed his eyes made you bite your lip to hide a whimper. Your eyes were trained on the floor and you had to widen your eyes and flare your nostrils to stop the tears from coming.

You had cried far too many tears for James Buchanan Barnes already.

He was expecting a lot of things in that moment. He was expecting you to slap him. He was expecting you to shout and scream at him. He was expecting you to reject him. He was expecting something like “I can’t” or “It’s not you, it’s me”. So what he got shook him to his very core.

“You shouldn’t, Buck,” you spoke firmly, the volume of your voice a striking contrast to the stifling silence of the room around them. Your tone cut through the air, cut through his heart. In the time it took him to process your statement, you were already starting to leave the room.

“What does that mean?”

You turned back to him. And you snapped.

“It means you shouldn’t! You shouldn’t kiss me, you shouldn’t start this, you shouldn’t like me! Why should you? I’m not made for it, Bucky, I’m not and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. You need a girl who can make you happy and cook you dinner and tend to you after missions and is always cheerful and can help you with your demons because she doesn’t have her own. But I have a lot of fucking demons and I can’t be that girl. I can’t be the girl you need.”

You stood staring him down after your outburst, chest heaving with the weight of your words and with the depth of your breaths. Bucky seemed to be stuck in place, jaw slack and eyes unblinking. When he suddenly blinked a few times, you almost jumped, your nerves on high alert as the adrenaline coursed through your veins.

“That’s the most stupid thing you’ve ever said. You know that, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re an idiot, if that’s what’s stopping you,” you tilted your head, eyes glinting dangerously at his words but he shrugged, hands coming up to tug at his hair in frustration, “You are! You think I don’t know you have demons? Just because you don’t talk about them, doesn’t mean I can’t see them. You learn to look for them when they follow you around all the time. Maybe you can’t be the girl I need-”

“Exactly, you need someone-”

“Just shut up for two seconds, Y/N. Two seconds,” he insisted and you shut your mouth reluctantly, “I know what I need, it’s what I want that disturbs me. Because that’s you, Y/N, I want you, hair full of shit and mouth full of carpet. Demons running around in circles in your mind. Happiness fighting to break free from the cage you’ve trapped it in. I want all of it. I want all of you.”

“How do you know? We tease each other and we flirt with each other, sure, but we’ve never even really talked. How would you know that?”

Tears were flowing freely now, though from who you weren’t quite sure, all you knew was that your vision was blurred and your hands were shaking more than ever. But he seemed to know it too as he reached out and took both your hands in his, uncurling them from their tight fists and kissing each palm delicately.

“The same way I know your hands shake when you’re anxious. I know you, Y/N. We don’t have to have talked at all for me to know you. Because we’re the same, you and I. And I think we need each other,” he said the last sentence with a small smile gracing his face and you sighed, half contentedly and half consideringly.

“Are you sure?” you asked, just wanting to be absolutely sure. After years of never believing anyone could ever say these things to you, it was hard to believe they were truly being said, being thought, even, by a fellow human being.

“I have never been more sure,” Bucky’s small smile morphed into a grin when you interlaced your fingers with his between you, “And you can trust me on that for one reason only.”

“And what’s that?”

“You have shit in your hair and I’m still about to kiss you.”

And kiss you, he did.

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bucky tags: @residentdemonhunter

[thegoodchallenge-blog]

Title: It’s a Good Cop Life

Author: Eienvine

Description: "Everyone I know would be be happier if I’d never been born at all,” TJ declares.

He steals a glance at the man who claims to be his guardian angel, expecting him to look amused or judgmental at his outburst. But instead the man looks very thoughtful. “That’s what you think?” he asks, and smiles. “All right, done. You’ve never been born.”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[growningupgeek]

One Shots MasterList

Here’s where you’ll find the oddball things: challenge fics, the odd request and shit I just felt like writing that didn’t become a series.

Death of a Hunter-Reader Insert Drabble. Character death.

You Don't Know- Sam x Reader. Fluffy sweetness that will rot your teeth

Love to Keep Me Warm-Sam X Reader(NSFW) My first attempt at smut.

Hold on to the Nights-Sam x Reader(angst)

Talking in Your Sleep-An Avengers drabble  Yes, I do write something other than Supernatural.  Occasionally 

This Ever Changing World-

Pushed through another door-Sam x Reader

How do we explain-Sam x Reader

Just Have Faith-Sam x Reader Written for Taylor's 2K follower/word challenge. Be warned this is angsty as hell.

A Night to Remember-Gabriel x Reader(NSFW) Written for Rose's 21st birthday drinking challenge. Smut.

Temption-Sam x Reader  Written for Taylor’s Concert Challenge  angst and fluff.

Burning Down the House-Angst Firefighter!Sam AU

Pranked-Sam x Reader, written for Hazel and Dreamer follower celebration

There For You-Sam x Eileen Written for Ash's Bon Jovi Challenge/Follower celebration

Eighteen and Life-Supernatural, no pairing. Written for Bev's Milestone Challenge.

Choices-Sam x reader. Written for Michelle's 2017 Louden Swain Mini Bang

Long Way- Supernatural, no pairing Written for Michelle's 2016 Louden Swain Challenge

Friends in Low Places-Supernatural Sam x reader, eventually 

Hunter’s Doctor- A rough hunt brings Sam and Dean to the door of a small town doctor with an interesting side line.

Eulogy- Star Wars. A reaction to the death of Carrie Fisher. 

The Darkside- Supernatural. Sam x reader. Angsty drabble written for Hel’s fucking GIF challenge.

Cross That Line(The Darkside Pt 2)-Sam X Reader More Angst

Night Calls- Dean x Reader. Written for Becca’s One Prompt for All Challenge. It’s not angst, fluff or smut. Make of it what you will.

Changing Fictions- written for @totallysupernaturaloneshots follower celebration. Sam x reader fluff with a side of philosophy. 

Colliding Worlds- My weird dreams became this drabble.  May be the start of a series.  

The Way it Ought to Be- Written for @sofreddie Ships Ahoy Challenge.  An angsty Saileen fic with a little side of fluff.  

Heart of Stone- Supernatural. Sam x Reader.  Written for Andi’s Back in the game challenge.  Fluff mostly.  

By Moonlight- Supernatural. Return to the bunker after 13 x 01. Spoiler alert!

Angsty fluff or fluffy angst.

A Brother’s Gift- Whatever happened to the giant slinky?  Tooth rotting drabble.

Magic and Madness-Written for the Diva’s of Storytelling challenge.  Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Blank Space.  Angst.

Fears-Written for Ana’s Percy Jackson Quotes challenge.  Reader who takes no shit. Sam x Reader 

The White Christmas Case- Supernatural, no pairing.  Written for Ash’s 12 Days of Christmas Challenge.

From the Bunker-My theroy about the MoL bunker

With a Little Help-Sam x reader.

Family Matters-Written for grace-for-sales 666 challenge.  Sister!Winchester

Breakdown Coda-My afterward to episode 13 x 11 Breakdown. May contain spoilers. 

Bring Me To Life- Written for Valentine Day.  The aftermath of Sam losing another woman he loved. 

Survivor-Injured during a werewolf hunt, the reader must deal with the aftermath and finding that Sam, who she thought long dead, is alive.

Amazing Grace-This comes from my complete inability to leave things alone. SPOILERS FOR “DEVIL’S BARGIAN” 

[thegoodchallenge-blog]

Caruso Coffee Corner

Title: The Caruso Coffee Corner

Author: @literati42

Description: While working as baristas at Tony's coffee shop, TJ and Ryan both find a little holiday magic stirring up some warm feelings of love when a detective hopeful (Cora) catches TJ's eye, and a new man catches Ryan's.

For the prompt: Person A is a barista, person B is a regular.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works