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Three word prompt: Ellery Mother's Day

#305 (Dash Universe) May 13, 2018

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Kate wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon, nose wrinkling at the heavy grease sizzle that she always hates. Always stinks up the loft, soaks into towels and furniture. Ug. Castle knows better. Why the hell-

“Mommy?”

She freezes.

“Mommy up?”

“Shh, baby girl, come on back. Let’s finish making her breakfast.”

“But coffee.”

“In a minute, hush.”

Damn, she could really use that coffee, but apparently her kid has other plans.

Kate plays at sleep for another second, then opens her eyes and sits up, drawing her knees towards her chest. Dashiell is at his grandmother’s for the weekend, they’ll head over at lunch, but Kate has a million things to do before work on Monday, and breakfast in bed isn’t really one of them.

With bacon. Ug. Fine. Ellery likes bacon; Kate can withstand the smell for her sake.

She scoots up to the headboard and reaches for her phone, texts Rick How long do I have? Shower?

His response isn’t immediate, though the dots show up to indicate he’s working on it. Probably trying to avoid Ellery’s notice. 

Kate leans back against the headboard, scrapes her hand through her hair. Saturday night was rough at the precinct, ever since Captain Montgomery…

She’s been acting captain for the last few months and it hasn’t been pretty. She’s not cut out for the job; she doesn’t want the job, doesn’t like being stuck behind the desk and justifying her case closure rate to a bunch of budget-conscious bureaucrats who have never walked the beat.

It hasn’t been a good month for her. Montgomery… 

Her phone vibrates in her hand and she reads the alert. Plenty of time.

Good. Save some time, get this show on the road. She needs at least two hours in the office before lunch with Martha and Dash (she can’t, for the life of her, remember why Castle made such a big deal about this lunch date, but she knows better than to cancel on them). At least if she gets in her shower now, she can be that much closer to getting out of here.

Kate hops up and heads for the bathroom, making quick work of it, flushing the toilet and washing her hands. She twists on the shower, strips off her pajamas, throwing them towards the open closet door.

Kate jumps into the shower and squeaks as the hot water scalds her. She has to arch out of the way and adjust the temperature, but then it’s instantly exactly right.

God bless Castle’s shower.

One of the biggest reasons she kept coming back here when she was pregnant with Dashiell, this shower. The luxuries Rick kept - ha - showering on her. She didn’t want to be spoiled, no, but there has always been something about the way he gives

Gives of himself, his resources, his energy, his love. She couldn’t stay away.

Kate bites her lip and tilts her head under the spray, closing her eyes.

But she doesn’t have time to wool-gather, not even to moon after her husband. She doesn’t have time period.

She quickly shampoos, rinses, goes back for the cleansing conditioner. She runs her fingers through her hair carefully, rinses that too, and then soaps up. Shaving takes a matter of fifteen seconds and then she’s shutting off the water and stepping out.

Towels are on the heated rack and actually warm - Rick must have turned it on before he left the bedroom. Sweet man. The tile floor is still cool, and the difference between the warm towel and her chilled toes is lovely.

Kate dries off, finds clean pajamas, and slides back into bed. Her hair is damp, but she twists it into a bun and plucks a rubber band from the bedside table, keeps it off her neck. 

Her phone is calling, alerts stacking up, and she scowls but dutifully checks. The Twelfth often feels like it’s running at breakneck speed down a mountain, and she’s the one in charge of this thing. Disasters averted at every turn.

One of these days the disaster will be fully formed, and she has no idea what she’ll do.

Kate is deep into another emergency when the tap-tap comes on the door. She lifts her head just in time to see little Ella sneaking inside, a bowl of fruit clutched in her hands.

“Oh,” Ella says, pausing at the foot of the bed. “You ‘wake.”

“I am, but hey, did you make me something?” 

Ella beams and glances back to Castle, who has come in behind her, and Kate hurriedly slides the phone under the pillows. “Make breakfast!” Ellery turns back around and comes running, a mad dash towards Kate, heedless of the cut strawberries and blueberries bouncing around in the bowl.

Kate jerks forward, catching Ella under the arms and hoisting her up onto the bed. Whew. “Wow, baby girl, what did you bring me?”

“Make it! I make it!”

“You did? Oh, how lovely.” She kisses Ella’s cheek hard, hugging her against her side. “Sit with me, baby. Show me what you made.” She lifts her head and winks at Rick, and he follows Ellery down, sitting close at Kate’s other side.

Ellery squirms and drapes herself over Kate’s lap in an effort to reach all the food. She points to everything at least twice, naming off Kate’s breakfast. ‘Cakes, dem strawberries for ‘cakes Mommy, hmm, what this Daddy, oh I know, not say, not say it, I know, sammied eggs!

Her daughter is three and half and still speaks like a toddler, but she speaks. Kate can be okay with any and all of it, even as she has to elbow Castle into silence before he can correct the child’s grammar.

“Mm,” Kate hums, dipping two fingers into the bowl for a blueberry. She pops it into her mouth and makes an elaborate display of loving it. “So good, my sweet girl. Making me breakfast in bed.” She leans over and kisses her daughter’s cheek. “What’s the occasion?”

Ellery and Castle both stare at a her a second, and then Rick scrapes a hand down his face, chuckling in a way that sounds… hollow.

She swallows, feels that dread of knowing she’s missed something big.

But Ellery comes up on her knees and hangs on her shoulder, nudging Kate’s hair to one side for a little kiss.

“It’s a happy mommy’s day,” Ella whispers in her ear. “You be happy?”

Oh, God.

Kate turns, abruptly encircling Ellery in her arms. “Oh, baby, I’m so happy. This is the best job in the world, being your mommy.” How true that is, how entirely true. “And this is the only job I’m doing today.”

She glances over her shoulder, burning a hole into Rick until he lowers his hand and meets her eyes.

I promise, she mouths.

He nods, and then he hauls Ellery out of her arms and tucks the girl between them. 

Kate puts her phone in the bedside drawer and closes it.

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Taken (Part One)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader
Summary: When Sam, the reader’s fiancee, is kidnapped with no explanation, the reader uses the help of Dean to find her lost love.  However, many unforeseen things happen on the journey to find Sam. How will Dean and the reader deal with developing feelings for one another?
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2,100
Tags: canon-level gore/violence, situational angst, eventual Dean x Reader
A/N: The beginning of this fic is weird. I just wanted the written Sam x Reader start to be brief as most of this fic will center around the developing Dean x Reader dynamic. That’s why there’s only dialogue. No descriptions, no emotions, just dialogue. Enjoy! (also lol @ the title)

TAKEN MASTERLIST

Excerpt:

“Hello?” you breathed into the phone. “I need your help.  I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t know what to do—”

Hey,” the voice interrupted smoothly, his voice still vaguely annoyed but surprisingly soothing. “Just calm down. Tell me what’s going on.

“It’s my fiancée,” you said quietly, picking at a hole in your jeans. “He’s been taken.”

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started with a ‘goodnight’ kiss

You had been best friends with Sammy for years now. Not exactly sure when you guys became so close, just knowing that you two quickly bonded over basketball. You were both starters for the varsity teams at your school, and one Saturday when neither team had practice, you both had ran into each other in the gym, soon starting a conversation and eventually shooting around.

You helped him with his shot, cause although he was the starting point on the boys team, he was good with handling the ball and making plays happen, but his shot lacked the arc it needed, and he had a hard time keeping his elbow in whenever he shot.

And he helped you be more confident with handling the ball, driving to the hoop and pulling moves to break the defense. After that you two started to talk more, and started to play little games here and there with him, Nate, Jack and G, and John. And before you knew it you and Sammy were practically inseparable.

And when he moved out to LA to chase his dreams, he had you move in with him, finding a small little apartment close to a studio, and Nate and John, and Jack and Jack lived in the same building, and while they were all into music, you were more into art.

And despite how close you and Sammy were, living with him was not what you expected. He was your best friend, and yeah you went through that awkward phase where you liked him for a bit, but that kinda passed. Sure he was hot, and funny, and super caring, and you can’t count how many times you guys would cuddle up together and watch a movie. And you two had your fair share of drunken kisses, but acted as if nothing happened in the morning.

There was also this weird phase where you sorta had a thing with Nate, hooking up a few times. You mostly did it to get your mind off Sammy, cause despite the few drunk kisses, that’s all they were. Drunk, meaningless kisses. And you didn’t let your little ‘crush’ affect your friendship with Sammy.

You were actually going out on a date tonight with some guy you met, Ryan. He was nice, and you actually met him at a concert you went to with the guys, but had soon lost them and ran into Ryan.

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After spending an hour or so getting ready, you were finally ready for your date, not have been on one in what felt like ages. You walked out of your room in your heels, sending Ryan a quick text that you’d meet him at the restaurant.

Walking into the living room, you saw Sammy and Nate playing fifa. Picking up your keys from the kitchen counter, Nate turning to look at you, then doing a double take and pausing the game, causing Sammy to mutter ‘what the fuck’ under his breath.

“where the fuck are you going?” Nate asked, Sammy’s attention turning towards you and his eyes wide, raking you up and down.

“I have a date tonight.” 

“since when?” Sammy suddenly asked.

“um about a week now.”

“with who?” he asked again.

“Ryan, you know, the guy I met at the concert?”

“oh that clown?” Sammy scoffed.

“Sammy you don’t even know him.”

“I know he’s a lame.” Sammy laughed, earning a little chuckle from Nate.

“whatever” you rolled your eyes, “see ya Nate.” you smiled leaving the apartment.

As soon as the door had closed behind you Nate hit Sammy on the shoulder, causing him to groan.

“what the fuck was that man?” Nate asked.

“what?” Sammy played it off.

“whatever the fuck that just was.” Nate spoke as if it was obvious.

“nothing. I’m just watching out for her.” Sammy answered.

Truth be told, Sammy didn’t want you going out on a date…with anyone. He already had to live through hearing about you and Nate’s bedroom experiences through Nate, and that killed him.

Sammy felt like a fool for having a thing for his best friend. Sure he had his fair share of girls that he’d spend a night with, but if he was being honest with himself, it was because the only girl he wanted was basically off limits. And the only time he’s ever had the courage to ever do anything is after he’s had a few drinks in his system and he’d manage to kiss you or something, and sure you’d been drinking too, but nothing made him happier than when you would kiss him back. Drunk or not.

“dude, you’ve gotta talk to her.” Nate spoke after about 15 minutes of Sammy being so out of it during their game of fifa.

“what are you talking about?” Sammy asked.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but something’s clearly bothering you, and you should definitely talk to her.” Nate spoke, sitting forward and setting the controller on the table and standing up just as the front door opened and you walked in with a huff.

“see ya later” Nate spoke walking past you and kissing the top of your head and then shooting Sammy a look that said ‘talk to her’

You kicked your heels off by the door and walked over to the couch and plopped down next to Sammy.

“so how was it?” Sammy asked, cause it was the polite thing to do as a best friend, but also because he was generally really curious as to how serious this ‘date’ was.

“awful” you groaned, throwing your head into your hands. “you were right.” 

“what do you mean?” Sammy asked.

“I don’t know what it was, but he was nothing like I expected. He was so rude. The whole time we were at dinner he was on his phone. He could barely hold a conversation. He was flirting with the waitress right in front of me. And then he had the nerve after dinner to ask me to come home with him.”

Sammy felt so bad, cause you were such an amazing girl and deserved so much more than that. You deserved someone who treated you as a priority, and someone who respected you. Sammy was ready to punch the guy for having the nerve to invite you back to his place when he definitely didn’t deserve to even know your name.

“hey” Sammy muttered, causing you too look up at him. “it’s his loss. You’re an amazing girl (y/n) and you deserve way better than that. You and I both know that.” Sammy smiled, his eyes and yours locked.

You felt a smile make it’s way onto your features, and you couldn’t hide the slight blush that was making it’s way onto your face. You had to bite your lip and look down at your hands in your lap fiddling back and forth.

The air between you two tense. There was so much more there, and you could both feel it, but you weren’t sure what it was. You just knew something was there.

Sammy couldn’t handle it. And before he knew what the fuck he was doing, his hands were grabbing your face and his lips were met with yours. And you weren’t entirely sure what the fuck you were doing either, but you shocked both of yourselves when you reacted within a second, not taking long to melt into the kiss.

It wasn’t ‘hot’ but rather a sweet and passionate kiss. He was the one who broke the kiss, much to your dismay. He kept his hands on your face though, looking into your eyes, no words exchanged between the two of you, but you didn’t need them.

Without thinking, you both leaned in at the same time, a fire erupting inside of you, and the second your lips it was game over. Sammy pulled you onto his lap and you had started to grind against him as you two sloppily made out on your couch you’ve spent so many nights cuddled up watching movies together.

———————–

You weren’t sure how a simple kiss last night ended up with Sammy being tangled up in your sheets. Sure you had a pretty good idea, but that’s not at all what you planned on happening.

Sammy’s arm around your waist tightened and you felt his lips brush against your bare shoulder.

“morning princess” he muttered.

“good morning.” you smiled, not that he could see it.

you weren’t sure how things were supposed to be. Are you guys supposed to act all lovey now that he’s seen you naked? or since he’s came inside you? is that how it’s supposed to work? does your friendship playfulness go away now?

“so I was thinking breakfast in bed?” you heard Sammy mutter.

“okay” you smiled.

“okay, I’ll take my eggs sunny side up, some bacon as well” Sammy spoke beside you causing you to whip around and look at him, the playfulness of your friendship coming through.

“you’re kidding me!” you laughed, playfully hitting him with your pillow.

He laughed as he took the pillow from you and threw it across the room, turning and grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. You smiled as you looked in his eyes, his cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“c’mere” he muttered, so you leaned down and your lips met gently.

breaking the kiss Sammy pouted his lip out “breakfast?”

You rolled your eyes and rolled off Sammy, searching around your room for Sammy’s shirt from last night.

“damn this is definitely a view” 

You turned to see Sammy staring at your bare ass.

“shut up” you laughed, tossing his shirt on that came right below your butt, and heading out of your room to the kitchen.

You had just finished the eggs and put them on a plate, calling out for Sammy, who walked into the kitchen adjusting his boxers before he sat down in front of the eggs.

Talking a bit while he ate, you grabbed a banana and just started eating that, sitting down across from Sammy, his eyes on you. 

Sammy had to reach down and adjust himself because well, he was hard this morning, waking up butt ass naked next to you, and he couldn’t get the picture of your bare ass bending over this morning out of his head, and you looked so great in his shirt, and honestly, watching you eat that banana was definitely turning him on.

You didn’t notice though, since you had gotten up to throw away the peel and you started to clean up the kitchen too. Washing up the pan you had used to make the eggs, Sammy slid in behind you, setting his plate in the sink and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“thank you” he muttered in your ear, toying with the end of your shirt.

“you’re welcome” you breathed out as his lips went to your neck, and his hand reached around and he started to rub your clit. You threw your head back against his shoulder. He slid his finger along your folds, collecting your wetness. You bit your lip to hold in a moan, Sammy letting out a little chuckle in your ear.

“just let it out babe” he muttered, his other hand moving up under your shirt and roughly massaging your boob, his other hand working on your core, sliding his fingers in and out, curling them inside you.

“Sammy” you whined.

Sammy removed his fingers from you, causing you to whine out from the loss of contact. He then reached down and pulled his shirt off of you, leaving you completely naked in your guys’ kitchen.

He then removed his boxers, eager to be inside you again. He turned you around smashing his lips to yours, his member rubbing against you.

Sammy turned you around, and bent your over, so your chest was flat against the counter of the kitchen, his back to the door. He slid into you, causing you to moan out.

It wasn’t long before you were clenching around Sammy. The sound of your skin slapping together drowned out by the sound of your moans. You screamed out Sammy’s name as you came, him riding out your orgasm and him coming shortly after.

Sammy was still inside you when the door to the apartment opened and Nate and John walked in. All they could see was Sammy’s bare ass in the kitchen.

“Christ Sammy, put some fucking clothes on” John laughed out, Nate joining in with it.

You were frozen. You had never been walked in on before, and you felt even more awkward now because you had just got caught with Sammy. 

“what the fuck are you even doing naked in the kitchen?” Nate asked, walking towards the kitchen, stopping at the little island that separated the kitchen from the living room.

Once he got close enough he saw you and started laughing, causing John to start to come towards the kitchen.

“fuckin hell. (y/n) is that you?” Nate asked, and you couldn’t answer, your cheeks were on fire.

“can you guys give us like 5 minutes?” you heard Sammy ask as he pulled out of you, covering himself with his hand and turning around, you hiding behind his now, peeking over his shoulder to see John and Nate staring at the two of you.

“yeah, we’re gonna be out on the balcony smoking” Nate spoke, getting up, him and Swazz heading towards the balcony. And just as the opened the door and stepped out Nate turned back in “and try to hurry up” he laughed, finally stepping out.

Once they were outside Sammy turned around and went to wrap his hands around your waist, but you backed up.

“what?” he asked, looking generally confused as to why you wouldn’t let him kiss you.

“Sammy 2 of our best friends just walked in on us having sex!” 

“your point?” he let out a little laugh.

“that’s so embarrassing!” 

“everyone has sex babe” he went to grab your waist again, but you grabbed his hand to stop him.

“I know that, but I really rather not have people walk in on me while I’m having sex”

“I think people watching is kinda hot” he spoke with a serious expression, and then when he saw the horrified look on your face he let out a little chuckle. “babe I’m kidding, Let’s go get dressed” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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After you were dressed you and Sammy walked out and John and Nate along with Jack and Jack now were all sat out on your couches. Your cheeks heated up as soon as you made eye contact with Nate who smirked at you.

You felt so awkward. You felt as if everyone was looking at you knowingly, and you felt so awkward. And Sammy just acted so nonchalant about it all. It was silent as you turned your head to the game of fifa Johnson and Swazz were playing.

Suddenly though Nate just had to ruin that.

“so ya’ll really had to do it in the kitchen” 

Jack and Jack’s attention turning to Nate and then looking around and they saw the tint on your cheeks before you could bury your face in Sammy’s chest.

“what?” Johnson laughed.

“yeah, Nate and I walked in on (y/n) and Sammy fucking in the kitchen” John laughed.

“no fucking way” Gilinsky commented.

“so how long have ya’ll been fucking?” Nate asked

“yeah, I thought ya’ll were just ‘best friends’” John commented.

“we are best friends!” you defended. “yeah, we just started fucking last night” Sammy added, causing you to hit him playfully as everyone laughed.

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Yoooooooooo, this is long af, and the ending is shitty, but I honestly had such a hard fucking time writing this. sorry it sucks.

Easter

Dean’s One Week Writers Challenge

Prompt: “Easter”

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and you have a beautiful six year old and are celebrating Easter in the bunker.

Warnings: FLUFF AND PURE FEELS.

Words: 1,922

Y/N – Your Name | Y/L/N – Your Last Name

A/N: Hope everyone’s liking and having fun on this challenge so far! Enjoy and please, send me some feedback xoxo <3

Tags: @the-mrs-deanwinchester @latinenglishfandomblog @deanwinchesterdaily @dean-in-the-devils-trap @prettyboydean @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @dean-imagines  

“Mommy, where’s daddy?” My beautiful red headed daughter asked, standing steps away from me as I cooked something for everyone. I turned around and saw her holding the bucket filled with eggs that yesterday I prepared for her to paint.

“I don’t know sweetie, did you checked in the garage?” I asked her. Mary’s eyes lighted up and instantly ran in direction to the garage. Familiar boot steps filled the air, I smiled at Dean who’s been hiding from our daughter in order to hide the Easter eggs for her to find later. “Did you hide them all?”

“Yes” he gasped, “Who would know it would be this hard to play hide and seek from a three year old.” I chuckled and got closer to my husband, wrapping my hands around his neck, I kissed him. “Hi”

“Hey” He said and kept kissing me.

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Drunken Mistakes?||Nate ‘Skate’ Maloley

Part 3


I woke up the next morning in Nates bed. i roll over and he was laying there. i may have blacked out last night so i only remember little things. i hope we didnt hook up. i take a deep breath and look under the covers, i was naked. Then there was a knock at the door, the knocking pounding in my head. Nate started moving so i pretended to sleep, peeking through a slightly open eye lid. he put on a pair of boxer and went to the door and opened it. 

“yo are you going to Violet’s today, she left her phone.” i hear sammy say. sammy starts to walk in and freezes when he sees me in the bed. 

“wait…”sammy smirks a little. he turns to nate.

“you hit it didnt you!” sammy laughs. nate laughed.

“i dont kiss and tell” nate says. his morning voice was so sexy.

“well you definitely kissed…so tell.” sammy laughs.

“you guys sound like girls” i say quietly. they both look over at me. i open my eyes. sammy laughs.

“im just gonna leave”sammy says and walks out closing the door. i sit up a little and hold the blanket to my chest. i look around at the floor looking for at least a shirt.

“you dont have to cover u, ive seen it all Vi” nate says. i roll my eyes. i spot my bra.

“can you grab that for me” i point to the bra. he nods and grabs it then gives it to me. i slip it on real quick so i can let go of the top half of the blanket. i look around again and spot my panties across the room.

“jesus, how the fuck…” i trail off. nate laughs. he grabs them and throws them over to me. i slip them on under the cover and get up from the bed. i walk over and grab my top when Nates hands snake around me. he trails kisses from my neck to my shoulders. with every kiss little flashes of what happened last night popped into my head. the images were intoxicating. i let out a little moan and nate grunted happily. all of a sudden i hear a car door. nate stops and walks over to his window.

“shit” nate says. my only though was Kara. i had totally forgot about her.

“Kara?” i say.

“yeah” he says. i put on my shirt and pants and grab my phone.

“ill leave” i say. nate nods. i walk into the bathroom across the hall when  i hear Kara talking.

“hi baby” i hear her say then the door closes. i walk out of the bathroom and walk downstairs. i walk into the kitchen and see sammy.

“didnt make your getaway yet?” sammy laughs. i then hear footsteps coming down the stairs and i know its Kara and Nate. i sit on the counter as sammy cooks eggs and bacon.

“hi sammy” she says. she looks at me.

“hi Violet” she smiles. fake ass bitch.

“hi Kara” she looks at me up and down.

“isnt that what you wore last night” she says. before i could think of something to say sammy interrupted. 

“she passed out of the couch last night” sammy says. she nods her head in agreeance. 

“well me and nate are gonna go get food, see ya” she says. nate and kara disappear out the door.

“so you and nate last night” sammy smirks smacking my leg. i laugh.

“yeah, but it was a drunken mistake” i say. sammy nods.

“didnt seem like it” sammy says quietly.

“whats that suppost to mean”i look at him questonably. sammy laughed.

“the way you too kissed, something was there” he says.

“we were drunk” i say. but the fact that he kissed my body this morning left my pondering the question, is something there? maybe he was still drunk. sammy finished  cooking breakfast and fixed me a plate. me and sammy sat at the counter eating breakfast, then the door opens and in walked stassie. stassie is sams gf and my best-girl-friend. 

“hey guys” she smiles.

“hey babe”sammy kisses her.

“you guys look so dead” stassie says. sammy laughs.

“well vi threw that dope party last night it got crazy.” sammy says. 

“oh yeah sorry i couldnt come” she says.

“it fine as long as we go clubbing tonight” i laugh. she smiles.

“definitely” she says. i smile.

“so anything fun happen at the party last night?” stassie asks

 “vi is still in her clothes from last night” sammy laughs. she laughs.

“did you pass out on the couch?” 

“nah she got it in last night” sammy laughs. i smack his arm.

“what with who!!” stassie says. i take a bite of my food and stay quiet.

“tell girl”

“nate” i say quietly.

“who say it louder” she says.

“nate” i say quietly but a little louder.

“i cant hear you!” she says.

“nate!” i scream. she looks at me with wide eyes. 

“wait did you say nate?’ she asks.

“yeah”

“but kara” stassie says.

“we were both drunk” i say.

“yeah drtunk off each other” sammy coughs. i smack his arm.

“they looked like they were meant for each other” sammy tells stassie. i roll my eyes.

“well damn” she says. i shrug. i fiinish my food and put the plate in the sink.

“im gonna go home and wash up and get ready for the club later” i say.

“okay see ya boo” stassie says.

“bye vi” sammy says. 

“Bye guys” i walk out of the house, to my car and drive home. i get to my apartment and hop in the shower. after i showered i relaxed for a while

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i know this was longer and a boring chapter but it leads up to some good parts so please be patient. next chapter will be better.

thanks for the support

Love ya- Kisses bitches

12 Days of Sabriel – Day 8

Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 8
Words:
2,072
Summary:
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style.
Warnings:
Underage Drinking (< 21 years)

Sabriel || Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

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ivanprov9rov  asked:

If you're still taking prompts: domestic wincest?

Sam always wakes up first.

It’s a calm Sunday morning. The bright rays from the sun were coming in through the windows, cascading them into a dreamy warm light. It was a comfortable, lazy morning.  

Sam’s awake, but he still entangled in his brother’s arms. He’s been here for a few minutes, just looking over his brother. Dean’s snoring, face squished down in his pillow to the point where Sam can only see dark eyelashes and a freckled brow. It made him smile, a warm feeling igniting in his chest. He can’t help but lean down, kiss Dean’s forehead and carefully untangles himself so he wouldn’t wake him. Sam tiptoes out of their room and into the kitchen.

By the time the smell of bacon and sugary pancakes wafts into the bedroom, Dean’s rolling to the side, pats the empty spot of Sam’s side of the bed then wakes up. There’s no brother in his usual spot, but there’s a wonderful smell. Dean can only imagine what Sammy’s cooking up.

Sam jerks a little at the stove as Dean walks behind him, his arms wrapping around Sam’s middle like a koala.

“Morning Goodlookin’ Whatcha got cookin’?” Dean says in a singsong voice against the shell of Sam’s ear. It makes his little brother laugh, flip over a pancake and lean his head to the side so Dean can kiss his cheek lovingly.

“Bacon, pancakes and eggs.”

“Jeeze, Sammy, you spoiling me?” Dean teases and nuzzles against Sam’s warm neck. He planted little kisses here and there as Sam chuckles again.

Sam flips the last pancake to a plate before turning around in Dean’s arms. They stood face to face, Dean wearing some foolish charming grin and Sam gives him a proper good morning kiss. It’s slow, Sam sucks Dean’s lip in his mouth and Dean groans happily.

They pull away, swaying side to side and Dean shakes his head with a chuckle. “God, I love your bedhead.” Dean says and ruffles up Sammy’s hair.

“And I love you.” Sam says back quickly.

Request: Can you do a fic where the reader is practically the Winchesters little sister and she was in many foster homes before she was "adopted" by the brothers. And in her longest lasting foster home before the guys she was abused often to a severe extent. But Dean and Sam don't know about it, but one day Dean raises his hand above her to her five someone behind her and she flinches and he questions it because he knows that she knows he would never hit her. But then she tells them and it's all cute.

“Morning sunshine!” Dean exclaimed, entering your room and waking you up. “I’m making eggs, you want any?”

“Might as well, I’m up anyway.” You answer, making your annoyance evident. 

“Oh, you know you love it.” He said. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face. Dean left your room, letting you get dressed and ready for the day. 

You’d only been living with Sam and Dean for about three months, but you loved them like family. They were like your big brothers. They always managed to put a smile on your face, and were even teaching you about hunting. Living with them was the best thing that ever happened to you. I

t was crazy to think that only a few months ago you’d been miserable, beaten, and defeated, everyday. Your real family were monsters, not the kind that the Winchesters hunted, but the kind that ruined lives and hurt people. But you were away from that now. You were safe.

You entered the kitchen and saw Dean standing in front of the stove. “What kind of eggs?” He asked you.

“Sunny side up.” You requested, moving next to him. “No bacon?”

“What am I? Your servant?” He asked, smiling widely.

“Yeah. Now get to work.” You replied. 

“How about you make the bacon and I’ll make the eggs?” He suggested.

“Fine.” You said, pretending to be annoyed. Dean ruffled your hair as you looked in the fridge. 

You quickly got to work. Dean kept looking at what you were doing, making sure you weren’t burning the bacon. He helped you flip the first piece, but you got the hang of it and soon you were like a machine. You’d made ten pieces of bacon, and Dean had finished the eggs. 

“Sammy!” Dean shouted, and Sam came running into the kitchen.

“Is that bacon I smell?” He asked.

“Y/N made some.” Dean stated proudly. Dean lifted his hand, and visions of all those times your family beat you came flooding back. You flinched and gasped, almost falling to the floor. “Are you okay?” Dean asked, quickly moving to your side. “Did you… Did you think I was going to hit you?" 

"I… I’m sorry.” You said, standing up. Your heart raced and your face was red. 

“You know we would never hurt you, right?” Sam asked, moving to your other side. 

“I know.” You told them. 

“We love you.” Dean told you.

“I love you guys too." 

"Then why do you think we would hurt you?” Sam asked gently.

You’d never told anybody about what your family did to you. You hated reliving it, and you didn’t want people to pity you. But Sam and Dean were your family, they deserved to know. You took a deep breath, then explained, “My family beat me. They were always so mean.”

Sam and Dean looked at each other, then Dean picked you up and carried you to your chair. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam asked.

“I was scared to.” You said, looking at the ground.

“Y/N, you don’t have to be scared. We’ll never hurt you. I promise.” Dean told you. 

“I know. It was just… When you lifted your hand all I could think of was…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. 

“It’s okay. We understand.” Dean said. 

“I love you.” You told them.

“I love you too.” Sam and Dean said at the same time. 

“Now, can we stop with the touchy feely moment? The bacon’s getting cold.” You said, trying to lighten the mood.

Dean smiled and kissed the top of your head, then sat down. Sam gave you a quick hug, before taking his seat. You ate your breakfast with your brothers, the two people you loved most in the world. 

(I hope you like it!)

Request: Can u write one where Dean and Cas set up the reader and Sam a while ago and Sam and the reader decide to return the favor and set up Dean and Cad on a date?

You hadn’t been on a date in God knows how long. Being a hunter kept you pretty busy. Not to mention you’d only just started hunting with the Winchesters, and you had  to stay focused. 

“Y/N, you wanna go to a bar?” Dean asked, popping into your room.

“I guess.” You shrugged, rolling out of bed.

“Cool. Oh, and wear a dress.” Dean added.

“Why?” You questioned, stopping in your tracks.

“Because…. It’s a nice bar. Just do it!” Then Dean ran out of your room before you could ask him more questions.

You shrugged off his weird behavior and put on your favorite blue sundress. You didn’t know that Dean had just run into Sam’s room, and made him put on a nice button down shirt and tie. 

“Hurry up!” Dean called from the garage as you walked in.

“Oh, relax. What? Do you have reservations at the bar?” You teased.

“I wanna beat the crowd.” Dean quickly replied, ushering you into the back of the Impala. 

Sam was already seated up front. You couldn’t see what he was wearing exactly, but it wasn’t his usual plaid. Dean jumped in the car and sped towards the bar, occasionally glancing at you and Sam, but not saying anything.

Dean finally stopped the car and you saw a small building, with lights outlining the gutters. “Are you sure this is a bar?” You asked, getting out of the car. Sam did too, and the second you both closed your doors you heard the familiar sound of car doors locking. “Dean! What the Hell?” You demanded.

“There’s a reservation under Winchester! Call me when you need a ride!” He yelled through a slightly open window, pulling away.

“What the Hell is that about?” You asked out loud.

“Ah, this is my fault. I’m sorry.” Sam said, running his hands through his hair. “I told Dean I wanted to start looking for a girlfriend, and I guess he thought you’d be a good choice.”

You burst out laughing. “That boy just can’t not meddle.” You commented, and Sam chuckled in agreement. “Well, since we’ve got a reservation, let’s go.” You said, looping your arm in Sam’s.

You were led to a seat just in front of the window. Candles lit up your and Sam’s faces. You and Sam were completely comfortable with each other, and there wasn’t a dull moment during the dinner. By the end of the dinner, Sam and you were holding hands across from the table. 

You both split a chocolate cake, then, before calling Dean, decided to go for a small walk. You found yourselves in a park, and sat on a bench, Sam’s arm around you, your head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t wanna call Dean.” You mumbled.

“Yeah, but I also don’t wanna walk home.” He replied.

“Alright. You call him. But he’s gonna be so annoying.” You groaned.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Because I really enjoyed tonight.”

“So, would you like to go on another date?” Sam asked.

“Of course.” You answered.

Sam smiled down at you, and you tilted your head so you could smile at him. Before you knew it, you were kissing. You were interrupted by a buzzing in Sam’s pants.

You pulled away, laughing. “It’s my phone!” Sam assured you, pulling it out of his pocket. “It’s Dean.” You muttered. “What?" 

You pressed your ear to the phone so you could hear Dean. "Where are you guys? Did you hit it off? I put a condom in your pocket if you need it.”

“Jesus, Dean! This was only our first date!” Sam exclaimed, his face growing a slight shade of red.

“Only? So there’ll be more? Haha! I knew you’d like each other!” Dean yelled from the other end. 

“We’re at the park. Why don’t you come get us?” Sam suggested.

“You sure you don’t want to-” Dean started.

“Yes! Now get over here!” Sam interrupted him, hanging up. “You were right about him being annoying.”

You laughed and leaned in closer to him. “Am I ever wrong?" 

When Dean picked you up, he was beaming from ear to ear. He wouldn’t let Sam get in the front seat, so he sat in the back with you. Sam wrapped his arm around you, and pressed quick kisses to the top of your head. You couldn’t believe it, but Dean was right.

*Time lapse- 2 years, or whatever*

"Sammy, wake up.” You cooed, turning around so you were looking at him.

“How did I manage to date a girl that wakes up before me?” You mumbled, opening his eyes. His hands were around you waist, like they were every night, and he pulled you closer to him. 

“I don’t know. You must be very lucky.” You joked, giving him a sleepy kiss. “But we gotta get up. There’s a hunt today.”

Sam sighed and got out of bed. You both threw on a pair of jeans, then he put on a t-shirt and flannel. You also put on a t-shirt, and since you were cold added one of his flannels; it reached past your butt and you had to roll up the sleeves, but it was warm and smelled like Sam.

You both left you room and found Dean slowly making his way towards the kitchen, stumbling every few steps. He hadn’t even changed yet, and was just wearing boxers and a black t-shirt.

“Morning, hot stuff!” You quipped. 

“How are you a morning person?” He grumbled.

“She wakes up next to a God. You’d be happy too.” Sam answered.

“Ugh, you two are disgusting. I regret setting you up." 

"Oh, you don’t mean that! Here, I’ll make you some eggs.” You offered.

“Sammy, don’t let her go.” Dean said, falling into a chair. 

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who stifled a laugh. You quickly made eggs and you all sat down, enjoying a quiet meal. “Hello.” Cas greeted you all, appearing behind Dean. You and Sam practically jumped out of you skin from surprise, but Dean didn’t even flinch.

“Hey, Cas.” Dean said.

Castiel took a seat next to Dean, and watched as he ate. You and Sam made eye contact, smirks playing on your faces. You and Sam were silent as Dean and Cas talked, making small talk. Much to your surprise, Cas made Dean laugh. At this time in the morning, that was unheard of!

Dean went to get dressed and Cas decided he’d meet you at the hunt. Once it was just you and Sam, you started doing the dishes. “So… What are your thoughts and Dean and Cas?” You asked, not as smooth as you tried to be.

“They should just kiss and get it over with.” He answered.

“So you agree? They should go out?” You asked, putting the dishes down and giving Sam your full attention.

“Yeah, but Dean would never ask him out.”

“He doesn’t need to. We’ll set them up. Like Dean did for us.” You suggested.

“Alright. We can-” Sam started but stopped once Dean entered the room. “We can make out at the motel.” Sam said, changing the subject so Dean wouldn’t suspect anything. You always loved how subtle and smooth Sam was.

“Gross.” Dean commented, then walked to the Impala.

“We can make out at the motel?” You asked, hitting him lightly on the arm.

“Well, if you insist.” Sam shrugged, smiling playfully at you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You said, walking towards the car.

The drive to the hunt was quiet and peaceful. You slept a little, then woke up and sand to the music with Dean. Cas appeared halfway to the hunt. He didn’t say much, just watched the scenery pass by, but you and Sam both saw Dean stealing glances at him. 

The hunt was over quickly, and you and Sam were hanging out in your motel room, plotting. “You take Dean out to dinner, and I’ll take Cas. We’ll see each other, then you and I will go off to talk, or something.” You said.

“Sounds good. But Dean’s not gonna want to go to  nice restaurant with me." 

"Make him.” You shrugged. “Now. About making out in the motel…” You started, and Sam grinned.

——————–

“Y/N, Dean and I are gonna go get some food. You wanna come?” Sam asked, loud enough so Dean could hear.

“Nah, I’ll hang out here. I’ll hang out with Cas.” You answered, once again raising our voice for Dean’s sake.

“Alright, see you later.” He said, winking at you.

“Love you!”

“Love you too!” Then he closed the door. You heard the Impala roar to life, and saw them drive away. 

You jumped off the bed and threw on a cute sundress. Then, you prayed to Cas. “Castiel. Cas! Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas.” You prayed, repeating his name.

“You could just say my name once.” Cas said, appearing next to you.

“That’s no fun.” You joked. “But I’m hungry. Sam and Dean left already, do you wanna get some food?”

“I don’t eat.” Cas said.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to try some? How about you poof me to a restaurant, and we’ll try a bunch of their food.” You suggested.

“Okay.” Cas shrugged, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go to Wings.” You said, trying not to laugh at the name. The second you and Sam found the restaurant, you booked a reservation. 

Cas didn’t see the humor in the situation, and soon you were standing outside the building. “C'mon.” You said, dragging him inside. You instantly saw Sam and Dean sitting down. “Hey! Look over there!” You said, acting surprised. You pulled Cas over to the table. “Guys! What’re you doing here?”

“We’re having dinner. I thought you weren’t hungry.” Sam replied, trying to hide a smile.

“I wasn’t, but then I was so I prayed to Cas.” You explained. 

“Um, Y/N, can we talk?” Sam asked, standing up. 

“Sure!” You exclaimed.

“Cas, you can just take my seat.” Sam said, and you both walked away.

“This is gonna be awesome!” You exclaimed.

“C'mon, I got us a table.” Sam said, taking your hand. You both sat behind a plant. You and Sam watched as Dean and Cas awkwardly started talking. 

“Are you hungry?” Dean asked.

“No, but Y/N said I should try food.” Cas answered.

“Well I ordered a burger.” Dean said. “I’ll get you a menu and you’ll get something else. I’ll give you a bite of my food." 

You and Sam quickly forgot about Dean and Cas at the other end of the restaurant. You were having an amazing time, it was just like your first date. You glanced back at Dean and Cas, and burst out laughing. Sam quickly looked, and had a similar reaction. Dean was feeding Cas a bite of his burger. 

"I think we did a pretty good job.” You said, smiling at Sam.

“I think we can do better.” Sam said, calling the waitress over. “Hi, can you send that couple over there a chocolate cake and two forks? And don’t tell them I sent it.”

“Oh, and tell them they’re really cute together.” You added.

The waitress smiled at you and a few minutes later you saw dean trying to deny a slice of cake. He reluctantly took it, and gave Cas a fork. Cas didn’t eat any, though. At least, not right away. Dean hesitantly held up a piece of cake to Cas, who ate it straight from his fork. 

Dean and Cas talked for a little while longer, then Dean paid and they both left. Just before they walked out of the door, you saw them hold each other’s hand. 

“Oh my God, we did it.” You muttered, shocked.

“Good. I want Dean to be as happy as I am.” Sam said, smiling at you. “You know, when Dean first set us up, I was shocked. I liked you, but I never even thought about dating you. And no I can’t imagine life without you. And I don’t want to. So, Y/N, when I was waiting for you to get here, I asked Dean if he would be okay, with me asking you to be my wife.” Sam then pulled a ring out of his pocket, and slowly slid it onto your finger. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You shouted, tears streaming town your face. Everybody in the restaurant looked at you. 

“She said yes!” Sam repeated, and you held up your hand, showing off the ring Sam had just given you. The room erupted in applause and you were given a free bottle of wine. You and Sam didn’t accept it though, you wanted to get back to the motel and make out.

(I hope you like it!)

Dont Trip || Sammy Wilk ||

Requsted, do something sweeter than usual. I cant really do good fluff shit so here you go I tried.

     “(Y/N) can you stop being mad at me please?” Sam begged me “No Sammy you should have thought about that before you were a dick to me.” I said looking at my phone and not even giving him the simple courtesy of looking at him.

     “Ughh” He groaned getting up from the couch and walking over to the counter and getting his car keys then leaving, he had pissed me off a lot lately I wouldn’t know how he would get his bitch ass out of this one. “Fucking dick.” I said once he had left, I got up off the couch and decided to make something to eat.

     I was cracking my eggs when I heard Sammy come through the front door. “Baby” He called through the house in search of me, but I was keeping my mouth shut. 

     Once he was smart enough to check the kitchen he walked up from me and hugged me, I stiffened at his touch “Can you get off of me?” I asked my bitchey tone flowing through each of my words, Sammy unwrapped his arms and backed away “Sorry” He said under his breath, I just shook my head he was so aggravating sometimes. 

      “Well I got you something, in hopes you wouldnt hate me.” He said grabbing a bag. I out my eggs in the pan and turned around and looked at the bag “A present wont get you out of this.” I said before taking the bag out of his hands “Oh I know I have to do alot more kiss ass shit before we will be 100 again but hopefully you will accept this as an I really am sorry for being an ass hole.” He said biting his lip, he was nervous I could tell but I didnt know why. 

     I looked suspiciously at the bag It was pretty big what the hell did he get me that would be this big? I wondred to myself, but I took out the paper at the top of the bag to reveal a White Givenchy bag. I picked it up out of the bag and let the other bag fall to the floor.

     “Are you fucking kidding me Sammy, this is a 2,000 dollar purse!” I said shocked, not growing up with money had prevented special gifts like these from ever happening. “Yeah I know, but you deserve it and all. Dealing with all of my shit you should win an award but for now this is the best I can do.” He said putting extra emphases on for now.

     “No take it back I dont need a 2,000 dollar purse Sammy.” I said handing the bag back to him and taking my eggs out of my skillet and putting them a plate. "No baby you deserve something for all of the shit you do for me and this is what I want to give you and I know you want it.“ He said handing it back to me, he wasnt wrong I did want the purse and I did put up with all of his shit. 

      "Your not out of this, but thank you baby.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck “Dont trip baby, I love you.” Sammy said “Love you to Sammy.” I said pressing my lips to his then quicly ripping the kiss apart to look at my new bag. “Its so pretty” I squealed.

I honestly have no clue what I just wrote, I took a nap and this is what it was about and I thought It was cute but now that I wrote it its not so hot… sorry