ahhhh sam

At Christmas Dinner....
  • My older sister: *drops something* чёрт! (Literal translation of and actual swearword: Devil!)
  • My grandmother: let's not remember the Devil on this beautiful, holy night.
  • Me: *slowly turns off phone* *the last lines of a smut samifer fanfiction blink out of existence*
  • Me: yeah, let's not. *laughs nervously*

Guys I’m obsessed its killing me, its not just superwholock, its marvel, and all fandom and all shows. And all of these amazing actors, no one around me understands, no one get my love my feels for these amazing people, they made it sooo far I ASPIRE TO BE THEM SOOO MUCH! WHY? HOW? WHENDO I GET TO PERSONALLY THANK ALL OF THEM!!??

Husband!Sam graying in stripes after fifteen years, pulling his long hair into a bun when he’s cooking or reading (or, ahem, when he’s between your thighs). And even if he’s not getting butterflies when you’re in the same room, he gains calmness from you, security, peace, and sometimes he just holds our hand whilst sitting and reading a book. And you just stare at him, admiring his sweater, his glasses (that he can’t read without anymore) and his long gray striped haired pulled into a bun. And you’re so in love that you cant even stand it.

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

whatisitlikeinyourfunnylilbrains  asked:

Sam only looked at Lucifer for a short moment, then down to the floor. Somehow, they had ended up here, and it was all his fault. "We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry." He glanced at Lucifer for a second. "I knew you would believe anything I told you."

It wasn’t often that Lucifer found himself at a loss for words, but then again, it wasn’t often that he played the fool. There had been a time when he would have anticipated lies and trickery from his other half, but he had thought that to be a danger long since passed. It seemed he had been tragically wrong. 

“Of course.” His voice was so much quieter than he’d intended - so hoarse and strained that it surprised even the archangel, causing another bout of silence as he swallowed down the lump in his throat, willing his vessel to obey him. 

“Your word was my Gospel… but I was just another stray begging for scraps at your feet.” He’d given up so much of himself -allowed the cold armor that kept him safe to melt beneath the warm touch of the man who was his only hope. He’d given love another chance, and once again, it had left him battered and bruised and painfully forsaken

“What should I do, Sam?” His voice grew a little stronger - a little colder and a little less human sounding, the archangel’s tired eyes focusing relentlessly upon the only creature he’d ever loved more than his own Father

“Would you suggest that I leave? Cut my losses and abandon this childish fantasy of finding love? I think that the world has been too long without its devil.” 

Roadhouse Blues

Summary: Since you appear to be a Beta you took work at the Roadhouse for Ellen and Jo filling in for Jo when she’s in heat, unfortunately that changes when your heat is triggered one night in the bar.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warnings: It’s A/B/O so the usual warnings for that, however, this part has no smut.

Tags: thanks to @bkwrm523 for being my beta for this! 

@kittenofdoomage your A/B/O’s gave me inspiration to write this

@aprofoundbondwithdean @abaddonwithyall @bovaria @dreamsfromthebunker @mrswhozeewhatsis @spnashley @leviathanslovedick @the-mrs-deanwinchester @diaryofawimpywinchester @spnfanficpond @ruby-loves-supernatural

[A/N: this is my first attempt at an A/B/O, I didn’t want to rush into it, hope you like it.]

Originally posted by winchesterforlife

It was another normal evening at the Roadhouse. Jo was cooking for the few regulars, and you were on the bar. Ellen had hired you because you hadn’t presented yet. It appeared you would be a Beta to Jo’s Omega, so that when she was in heat, you could look after the Roadhouse. The regulars made idle chit chat with you, asking about how you had settled into the town, a few of the more regular hunters asked for information you could slip to them so they wouldn’t have to pay Ash.

“Sorry boys, you know the rules.” You chuckled as one man sighed.

“Come on Y/N, we know that genius tells you practically everything! Can’t you tell us just one small thing?” One of the older hunters smiled his usual half smile as you shook your head, a light laugh falling from your lips before you leaned into him, his interest now piqued.

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Samantha Schmidt + Grant Ward
↪️ Sad. Beautiful. Tragic.

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, this train runs off its tracks. kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back.


cinderpaw1 replied to your post “Notes - To Write for Ep. 96:     - JB’s jealousy and hurt about Pike…”

I have a mighty need for scanlan beating the shit out of Ogden now

@cinderpaw1 - RIGHT???

But seriously. I would pay for Sam and Matt to RP a situation where Scanlan encounters the other Trickfoots *evil laugh* I saw a post with that basic idea, and I couldn’t not elaborate xD

anonymous asked:

Some of my favorite moments with SAM are when you chat with him after missions and he talks about things like reproduction, religion, future laws for AI, stuff like that. It gets me stuck in a chicken or egg loop... Did Alec program SAM to be philosophical or was that an ability he learned once sentient? How do you program a computer to be sentient and form opinions?! How much of Alec rubbed off onto SAM and how much of SAM's personality developed naturally? It's just really fascinating to me.

YES! I love these conversations with SAM too, and I always wish they were more in depth/we were given more options! I also really want to know SAM’s take on how his programming influences how he interprets his perceptions. He perceives things through the eyes of a person (Definitely Alec at first, then the pathfinder, possibly Elllen? Not sure how her implant was set up, but we don’t have a reason to think it was any different), but his personality and perspective are distinct from the person whose experiences he shares. That’s fascinating to me! I love all of your questions and I wish I knew enough about AI to provide any decent insight into this topic! Just, AHHHH! SAM.

The Demon’s Dessert (MikaxSam)

This was originally written for the follower contest of the-spacebetween-us, but I thought I’d share it here, too! I got inspiration from otpprompts, so I’d like to thank them! This is my first time sharing my writing on this blog (trust me, a have a lot more writing that I’ve done!). So, if you guys like it, let me know and I may upload some more of my writing!

I’m reading in the study when I smell burning. I pause and look up from the page, sniffing the air.

“Dammit!” I hear Sam yell. I toss my book onto the desk and dash towards the kitchen.

“Sam?! Are you alright?” I call as I run. I make it to the dining room, but I stop dead in my tracks when I hear Sam snap at me.

“Don’t come in the kitchen!” he shouts. I place my ear against the swinging door to the kitchen. I hear clanging and cursing coming from the other side. What the heck is he doing in there?

“Sam, do you need any help?” I ask, still following his command and remaining in the dining room.

“No. Just go away!” he hisses. I feel a pang in my chest at his harsh tone. I make my way back to the study. What was that all about? He did mention that he had work to do after dinner, but he wouldn’t say what it was. I sink into the recliner and sigh. I stare out the window into the cold January night sky. Even though the fireplace is lit and I’m dressed warmly, I can’t help but feel cold without Sam by my side.

“Mika! Come here! I have a surprise!” Sam calls to me fifteen minutes after to told me to leave. With a sigh of annoyance, I get up from the chair and make my way to the kitchen.

“Sam, what the heck? First you tell me to get lost, and then you tell me you have a surprise for me? What is going on?” I stop at the dining room threshold. Sam is standing by the table, wearing a dirtied white apron. He has the biggest smile on his face. I walk closer and he pulls out the chair and motions for me to sit down. Confused by his sudden act of kindness and cheery demeanor, I reluctantly sit down. “Seriously, though. I’m a little concerned. You’re acting really weird.” Instead of answering me, Sam pushes the chair in.

“Wait here,” he says before disappearing into the kitchen. Once again, I wait in silence and loneliness for his return. I sigh. When he returns, my eyes light up. He’s carrying a tray. When he places it in front of me, I can’t help but smile. On the tray is a cup of watery hot chocolate and a sloppily iced cupcake.

“Did you make this?” I ask in disbelief. He nods.

“I know that cupcakes are your favorite. And since you always cook dinner, I decided that I wanted to make you something.” I pick up the cupcake and slowly bring it to my lips, taking a bite. “That was the only one that didn’t burn in the oven.” I swallow and look at the cupcake, silent. “Look, I know that it isn’t as great as K’s treats, and I realize that I don’t have the same cooking skills as Matthew and James, but I thought…”

“I love it. It’s delicious. Thank you,” I say. I smile up at him. I stand up and hug him tightly. “I thought you were angry with me.” He looks at me, confused.

“Doofus. Why would I be mad at you?” he asks. I shrug.

“You yelled at me and told me to go away when I asked if you were okay.” I say. He laughs.

“I didn’t want the surprise to be ruined. I just… I love you so much, Mika.”

“I know that,” I say.

“No. I mean, I really, really love you. And I want to be worthy of you. You do so much for me, and I feel like don’t show how grateful I am for you very often.” Sam looks down at me and smiles. “I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings. Sometimes, I can’t help but lash out at people,” he says.

I hug him tightly, but he doesn’t hug me back. I realize that his hands are behind his back.

“Sam, are your hands okay?” I ask as I pull away from the embrace.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, normally you would wrap your arms around me when we hug. But, you aren’t now.” I try to grab his hand, but he backs away.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m fine,” he says, trying to brush off my comment.

“No, you aren’t. Let me see your hands,” I say.

“Uhhh, no,” he says, continuing to slowly back up.

“Stop playing around. Show me your hands.” I follow him, but he’s as stubborn as ever. He shakes his head. I start to get annoyed.

“Sam. Give me your hands,” I demand, sticking my hand out to him. He sighs and places his hands in mine, palms facing up. I gasp when I see that they are bright red and beginning to blister. “Sam! Your hands! They’re burned! Did you even use oven mitts?” I ask.

“What are oven mitts?” he asks. I sigh.

“You have to protect your hands when you use the oven. You can’t touch a hot tray! Don’t your hands hurt? Why were you hiding them from me?”

“Because I knew you would act like this and blame yourself,” he says, bringing his hands to his sides. “Plus, they don’t hurt too bad. I am a demon, you know. We have a higher tolerance for pain.”

“Still! You don’t have to take on everything yourself. I can help more than you think I can. I’m not helpless,” I say. This time, he’s the one who sighs.

“I know you’re not. I just didn’t want you to worry about it.”

“I can’t help but worry about it,” I tell him. “I want to help. It’s partially my fault that this happened. You were baking for me, after all.”

“Hey. It was my choice to do this, not yours. It’s in no way your fault,” he says. He moves my hair to behind my ear.

“At least let me heal you. Let me give you some of my energy so that your hands can heal.”

“No way.”

“Please? I want to help. Please,” I beg softly.

“No. I won’t do that to you. We agreed that I wasn’t going to take any more of your energy now that we are together,” he says. I look down.

“I know. But… Just this once? It’ll be my way of thanking you for your sweet surprise.” I look at him pleadingly. He looks at me with a lustful gaze. I know that he wants to take my energy just as much as I want to give it to him. He sighs.

“Fine,” he mumbles under his breath. As soon as I get his permission, I push my lips against his and he wraps his arms around my waist. He pushes me against the wall and presses against me. I can’t help but smile against his kiss. Our tongues entwine. He starts unbuttoning my blouse and I sigh. Suddenly, I no longer feel his blistered hands on my skin. I pull away. I grab his hands to inspect them.

“See? All better!” I say happily. Suddenly, Sam grabs me and pulls me towards him and kisses me again. “Sam? What are you doing? You’re all better now!”

“If you think we’re stopping here, then you really are a doofus.”

So, what did you think? It’s not my best work (I was suffering from writer’s block lol), but I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out! This is a Seduce Me the Otome fanfic, so I’d like to tag the creator, thebunnyofevil (if you don’t mind!). I’m a big fan of your game and I hope I did your characters justice! Thanks so much!