Let’s talk about Twenty One Pilots here for a second. I think that the reason kids get so attached to this band is because they hear the music first. They hear how it goes from dark to happy ukulele and they can relate to that. Then they hear the lyrics. And the really attach themselves to them, because Tyler is so open about things. He sings about depression and suicidal thoughts and a lot of us know what thats like. Tyler makes things mean something to us and we realize that we can’t give up because there’s so many things that mean so much and we cant just give up on that. …just my thoughts…
Wardrobe Changes, Jealousy, and Other Romantic Misunderstandings
Characters: Sam x Reader
Request: I love romantic
misunderstandings! How about the reader changing the way she dresses
and acts, doing things to get Sam to like her, but he just gets
irritated by it because he thinks she’s changing for Dean and Sam
liked her the way she was? Happy ending and lots of fluff, of course.
May also feature exasperated big brotherly Dean being all like “Gah!
You crazy kids just get it together!” Because that’s always
hilarious:) Love you!
Author’s Note: Oh my god
I loved writing this. I wasn’t even planning on doing more then a few
paragraphs yesterday morning and five pages later here I am. Anyways
I just thought this really turned out well. iamreadinginsecret, this was your request if I remember correctly. I
can always count on you for genius ideas. I hope you like it. I made
it extra fluffy with a lot of jealous Sam thrown in for you:) Enjoy!
You held the curler to your head,
feeling the strands of hair heat. You pulled it back and let the
corkscrew curl bounce around your face before setting down the hair
curler and running your fingers through your long mane. You combed
your hair back and pulled it up into a stylish up-do, one that was
fancier than your normal plain ponytail but not so fancy that you
felt like you needed to put on a formal dress to match it. However,
you did slip on a simple sundress, one that you hadn’t worn in years
and even then only wore when one of your friends made you dress up
for something. You swiped on some makeup although it had been so long
since you last used it that it was all probably mostly expired but
you didn’t care because it was all you had.
Why were you getting all dolled up for
no reason? Well, it was simple, there was a reason and a good one.
You were trying to get Sam to notice you. You had the biggest crush
on the younger Winchester but he didn’t seem to notice you, at least
not as anything more than a hunting partner. It had occurred to you
that maybe Sam would see you as more than a hunter if you acted and
dressed like something other than a hunter on occasion so that’s what
brought you here.
You finished your makeup and grabbed
your purse before heading out the door. You got into the car and
began to drive away, the high heels on your shoes making the gas
pedal feel much closer than it was and causing the car to lurch
forward on occasion when you tried to speed up. You hoped Sam liked
this new look and this whole thing ended up being worth it because
this was a royal pain in the ass.
Your small home was only minutes from
the bunker so you were there in no time. Normally you would have
walked on such a nice day but with heels there was no way in hell,
you could barely walk as it is. You made your way to the bunker door
without incident and moved inside. The stairs however were another
story entirely. You looked at the simple staircase that suddenly
looked much more intimidating now that you wore a pair of pumps. You
gripped the handrail tight and slowly moved down the first few steps,
your ankles shaking with the instability of being a few inches
taller. You had gotten down about half of the staircase with relative
ease when a voice from the bottom of the stairs drew your attention
away from your feet.
“Y/N! You look hot sweetheart!”
You laughed and shook your head at the
silly man and returned your focus to the uneven terrain you were
navigating. Dean was one of your best friends. He flirted with you
but it was all in good fun, he didn’t mean anything by it. It was
just in his nature to flirt with just about anything with boobs, even
if he wasn’t necessarily interested. He was fully aware of your
feelings for Sam and supported the match 110%. He threw the two of
you together every chance he could but you were always too shy to
make any real move so you appreciated the gesture he was making. You
were sure he did think you looked nice but you also knew that he
announced his appreciation for your new looks so boisterously so that
Sam would take notice too. You’d have to remember to buy him a six
pack or something later to thank him.
Sam looked up from the book he was
reading at the table in the middle of the room. His eyes scanned your
body, taking in the dress and the shoes and the makeup and your heart
sank a little when his brow furrowed and his mouth turned down. His
eyes shot to his brother who was grinning up at you, his hand
outstretched to help you down the stairs the rest of the way. You
turned your eyes back to Dean, less certain of yourself now that you
saw Sam’s seemingly unimpressed reaction. You eyes began to sting a
little with the onset of unwanted tears and you were distracted just
enough for your heeled shoe so slip on one of the steps. You fell
forward, stumbling over the last few steps and landing heavily into
Dean’s arms. Your fingers clutched at his broad shoulders as you
steadied yourself and stood up, his hands settling on your waist as
he waited for you to get your balance.
“You okay?” he whispered and you
knew he wasn’t just walking about the fall. He could always read you
You nodded your head, your tears having
cleared up as you tried to slip into that earlier confident demeanor.
Your hands slid down Dean’s arms and you whispered ‘thank you’ just
as you heard Sam loudly clear his throat.
“Hey Sam,” you said as you let Dean
go and strolled towards his brother.
You came up beside him and stood,
bending over slightly to look at what it was he was reading up on.
You scanned the page he was on and as you did so you saw him out of
the corner of your eye as his gaze roamed your body once more. This
time his brow didn’t furrow but stayed suspiciously neutral, his
mouth showing no expression whatsoever. Your jaw clenched and
released as you tried to keep up your happy attitude but inside you
“You…uh…you look different.
What’s with the dress and stuff?”
You straightened up and stepped back so
he could get a better view and twirled in a circled, letting the
dress float up and expose a little more of your leg. You saw Sam’s
eyes drift down to your skirts hemline for an instant before shooting
back up and over to his book.
“Just felt like dressing up today. Do
you like it?” You asked enthusiastically.
“I like it!” Dean shouted as he
passed behind you, his hand smacking your ass as he did. You yelped
and shot him a hard look. Even when he was trying to help he couldn’t
seem to rein in his flirtatious nature and you made a mental note to
not get him that six pack after all.
When you looked back to Sam his eyes
were on his brother and if looks could kill Dean would have
spontaneously combusted in that moment. Your mouth quirked up at the
corners at the thought that Sam might be jealous of his older
brother’s treatment of you. Your enthusiasm was extinguished in the
next minute though when Sam answered your question from earlier.
“Yeah. It looks fine.”
“Stupid. So stupid,” you muttered
to yourself as you paced in your room.
Okay, so technically this wasn’t your
room but it might as well be. You’d taken over this extra bedroom
here in the bunker and despite having your own apartment it wasn’t
uncommon for you to spend your nights here after a long hunt. You
weren’t sure when you accumulated so much of your stuff here but as
you looked around the room you noticed it was littered with your
clothes, some pictures and a number of books that you’ve already
Your bare feet slapped against the
wooden floors as you paced, your high heels having been kicked across
the room the moment you entered. You felt ridiculous for having
thought that Sam saw you as anything but a hunting buddy. He had made
that pretty clear earlier when he appraised your new look.
Dean had come in to talk to you the
moment he saw you stomp off towards your room. He knew exactly why
you were upset and was quick to try and convince you that Sam did, in
fact, think you looked beautiful and was just being a dick.
“You two just need to get your shit
together,” he said exasperatedly, “You need to tell him how you
You frantically shook your head at his
suggestion, thanking him for his encouragement but telling him that
you just wanted to be alone right now. Before he left for good he
brought back a pair of his boxers and one of his worn flannels,
knowing you would want to change out of that outfit as soon as
possible. You smiled at him as he retreated again, knowing that
despite his antics that he loved you like only a best friend could
and despite your grouchy mood that made you smile.
You ripped off your dress as
quickly as possible, bunching it up in a ball and throwing it into
the corner where you hoped to never look at it again. You slipped on
Dean’s clothes and was just about to settle in for the night when you
decided that you better get a drink before you got too comfortable.
You tiptoed into the hallway trying your best to be quiet just in
case either of the boys were trying to sleep. You snuck into the the
kitchen undetected and grabbed a bottle of water only to drop it to
the floor when you were startled by a voice coming from directly
“Hey,” Sam said and he
chuckled a little when he saw you jump
You turned to look up at him
and his face was bright, his smile wide revealing a perfect set of
white teeth. He was dressed in a plain gray t-shirt and you tried to
ignore the face that he was also in a pair of boxers. What you
couldn’t seem to ignore was the way the t-shirt stretched across his
powerful chest, the sleeves pulling tight around his his muscled
biceps. Your mouth felt dry as you watched him and you suddenly
realized how badly you needed that bottle of water.
Fortunately Sam took that
moment to bend down and retrieve the bottle for you giving you a
moment to catch your breath and clear your mind. When he finally
stood up, bottle in hand extended towards you, his face had fallen
into a more hardened expression. His jaw was tight and you could see
a muscle ticking where he was clenching his teeth. His eyes were no
longer on your face now but on your clothes and you felt your face
heat under his inspection but not in the good way.
“Are…are those Dean’s
clothes?” he bit out.
You looked down at yourself
trying to understand what the problem was. Before you could stutter
out an answer though Sam slammed the bottle on the counter and
turned, stomping across the kitchen towards the hallway. Normally
your go-to reaction would be to feel upset and a little hurt but you
had had enough at this point. You followed quickly after him until
you reached the darkened hallway, your voice carrying across the way
and echoing off of the walls.
“You know Sam, I
understand if you don’t like me like that but you don’t have to be so
mean. I have feelings too, you know?”
Sam stopped in his tracks,
his head cocking to the side before he spun around to face you. He
looked confused and angry and you saw his fingers twitching at his
sides as he thought about what to say. You waited, your chest heaving
with your anger, your throat tightening painfully as you fought off
the urge to cry.
“That’s what you think?
You think I don’t like you?” he said incredulously.
“Well…” you grumbled,
“it’s obvious by your reaction to my new look earlier that you
don’t. I got all dolled up for you and you could barely stand to look
at me. I get that you don’t feel the same way as I feel about you but
you don’t have to act like your so appalled by me.”
You were so caught up in
your tirade, in your heated words that you didn’t notice the tears
streaming down your face until you stopped to take a breath. You
wiped at the moisture that wetted your cheeks, embarrassed at
yourself for looking so weak. Sam’s face grew angry and you wondered
how in the hell you had managed to piss him off. This was getting so
out of hand and you suddenly regretted ever coming over in the first
“That’s what you think?
You think I’m appalled by you? Y/N, I love you.”
Your muscles tensed and it
felt like your heart ceased to continue beating inside your chest at
that moment. Your hands shook as you looked into his honey colored
eyes. He looked serious, deadly serious actually but you just
couldn’t fathom him meaning what he said after his reaction to you
“I don’t understand,”
you told him, your voice beginning to shake.
“When I was acting that
way earlier it wasn’t because I didn’t like the way you looked. I
did, it just…wasn’t you. I like you in your jeans and your
t-shirts. I thought when you came in all dressed up that you
His voice trailed off and
his hand came up to rub against the back of his neck. He looked
nervous or embarrassed or maybe a combination of the two. He didn’t
continue after a few seconds you so you spoke up, hoping to push him
to finish his explanation.
“Thought I was what, Sam?”
“I thought you were
getting all dressed up for Dean. I thought you liked him.”
You didn’t want to laugh but
the idea was so ridiculous to you that you couldn’t help yourself.
You snorted loudly, a giggle creeping up your throat until you were
full on laughing, your hands moving to cover your mouth as you
noticed his cheeks blush red.
“You thought I liked Dean?
Sam…come on. Dean and I are just friends and there is no way in
hell it’ll ever be more than that. He just can’t help himself when it
comes to flirting. You of all people should know that.”
Sam’s shoulders dropped, the
tightness in his muscles relaxing the moment your words reached his
ears. He let out a shaky breath, one he hadn’t realized he’d been
holding and for the first time during this conversation his mouth
pulled up into a gentle smile. He began to walk towards you, taking
slow tentative steps as his eyes bore into yours watching for any
sign that what he was doing wasn’t something you absolutely wanted.
When he was toe to toe with you you felt his fingers brush your wrist
and begin to travel up your arm to your shoulder till his palm rested
at your jaw, his thumb brushing back and forth across your cheek. He
leaned down, his movements slow and deliberate as his lips inched
towards you, his eyes never leaving your face. He paused just as his
soft lips brushed yours, not quite putting enough pressure to call it
a real kiss as he waited for your approval. You didn’t think for
once, didn’t give it a second thought as you closed your eyes and
leaned in to close the distance, a sigh vibrating your throat as you
felt his mouth press firmly against yours.
His other hand joined his
first to hold the other side of your face. The kiss was slow and shy,
just like a first kiss should be. It made your heart thump loudly and
your hands quivered as they slid up his chest to rest on his
shoulders. When he pulled away you were breathing heavily, the
intense emotions roiling inside you making it hard for you to calm
yourself. Sam tilted your head up so look at him and as you looked
into those deep, sparkling eyes the bad memories from earlier seemed
to fade away, replaced with nothing but Sam.
You and him had a lot to
talk about and there would be plenty of time for that tomorrow but
tonight you were happy with just being with Sam, touching him and
having him look at you like you were the only thing in his world that
mattered. He slid his hand down your arm and linked your fingers
together, leading you down the hall to his bedroom. He stepped
through the door and just as you went to follow him you spotted
something off to the side. You looked farther down the hall to see
Dean who was leaning against the door frame to his room, his arms
crossed over his chest as he watched you, a proud smile on his lips.
He sent you a playful wink before returning to his room and you
smiled, realizing that you should have listened to him from the
You walked into Sam’s room
and closed the door, your eyes finding him on the other side of the
room digging through his dresser drawers. You crossed the room and
stood next to him, peering around him to see what he was searching
“What are you doing?”
you laughed as you watched him.
He pulled out a clean pair
of his boxers similar to the ones he was wearing and yanked out one
of his flannels. He turned to you and placed them in your arms before
leaning down and placing a quick kiss against your lips.
“I like you better in my
clothes,” he murmured in your ear before he stood up.
You raced into the bathroom
and changed, leaving Dean’s discarded clothes in a pile in the corner
making yet another mental note to give them back to him tomorrow. You
checked the mirror one last time before returning to Sam, loving the
feel of his clothes against your skin. Maybe it was nice to dress up
every once in awhile, but you’d choose Sam’s flannel over a dress any
It feels kind of fitting that I moved back home on fathers day. He build the original one with his Dad when he was a kid, and now I’ve rebuilt it… well I paid someone else to rebuild it… but I made sure it looked exactly like the one they built. After the fire I never thought I’d go home again, but I was able too today and I really couldn’t be happier to be here. It’s not exactly like the one before, the one I actually grew up in, but it’s pretty damn close.
Markle friendship!!!! It makes me so happy
Minkus/Farkle scenes killed me
And what I really noticed about this episode was a huge lack of self-indulgent overly meta-ness….and I really think that made such a difference. There was just straight focus on characters and it was great. Yes there were a few moments here and there (Pluto will always be a planet in my room, for example), but it was just the perfect amount to not be too much.
And I enjoyed Mark Cuban, he’s one of the first adults to really shut the kids (Riley and Lucas at least) down, which is sometimes needed.