god bless the u.s.a

anonymous asked:

Hey, can you stop being tsundere for like two minutes to take the time to appreciate all the GuP commanders? ktgxbai.

MIHO NISHIZUMI - Master at the art of Gorilla warfare with over 300 confirmed matches. She will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth with Boko. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

MAHO NISHIZUMI - NEE-CHAN OF THE BEST CHAN MOTHERFUCKER. No one can break through your heart and the enemy’s defenses faster than this girl. She strikes fast and hard to get what she wants and you can’t do shit.

KATYUSHA -  Расцветали яблони и груши, Поплыли туманы над рекой. Выходила на берег Катюша, На высокий берег на крутой. She’s big. She’s not bad. In fact she’s fucking adorable but would probably let you freeze in the winter. 

DARJEELING - You can hear fucking Eurobeat playing from outside her tanks because no matter what, the tea inside will never spill. Darjeeling is a fierce girl that won’t take shit from anyone. Even Miho calls her “Mommy” since Miho has never defeated Darjeeling before. CUZ DARJEELING NEVER LOSES.

KAY “The BAE” - God bless the motherfucking U.S.A. cuz Kay is an absolute joy to this Earth. Rich in weapons, food, and noise, she will always make sure to overwhelm you in everything you fucking do because AMERICA IS THE LAND OF THE GREAT NOT THE LAND OF SHITTY FUCKS THAT DISCRIMINATE AGAINST OTHER PEOPLE. KAY ACCEPTS ALL. SHE LOVES ALL.

ANCHOVY - DUCE!  DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! DUCE! PASTA!  PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! PASTA! GOD I WISH SHE WOULD WHIP ME

ALICE SHIMADA - So smart she skipped grades and so cute that she made people’s heart skip as well. Alice is the soft, gentle, FUCKING BEAST THAT WILL DESTROY YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE. Like a person doesn’t look down when stepping on ants, Alice will not look down when she kicks your sorry ass excuse of a tank out of the match. Fuck off you aren’t worth her time.

MIKA - She will Finnish the battle as quick as she can play the Kantele. That hat of hers only conceals her actual power level. 

KINUYO NISHI - She will fucking eat you alive. That’s it. 

therjmoore's favorite country songs (alphabetical order)
  • “All Kinds of Kinds” - Miranda Lambert
  • “American Saturday Night” - Brad Paisley
  • “Angels” - Randy Travis
  • “Angry All the Time” - Tim McGraw
  • “The Answer” - Josh Turner
  • “Appalachian Wine” - Eleventyseven
  • “As She’s Walking Away” - Zac Brown Band feat. Alan Jackson
  • “Back When” - Tim McGraw
  • “Backslider Blues” - Alabama
  • “Beat This Summer” - Brad Paisley
  • “Behind the Clouds” - Brad Paisley
  • “Better Dig Two” - The Band Perry
  • “Beyond the Reef” - Randy Travis
  • “Big Green Tractor” - Jason Aldean
  • “Bless the Broken Road” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Blown Away” - Carrie Underwood
  • “Blue Mesa” - Randy Travis
  • “Book of John” - Tim McGraw
  • “Boondocks” - Little Big Town
  • “A Boy Named Sue” - Johnny Cash
  • “Boys ‘Round Here” - Blake Shelton
  • “Brand New Girlfriend” - Steve Holy
  • “Breathe” - Faith Hill
  • “Calypso” - John Denver
  • “Carry You” - Mac Powell
  • “Catch All the Fish” - Brad Paisley
  • “Changed” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Chicken Fried” - Zac Brown Band
  • “Cloud of Dust” - Brad Paisley
  • “Collision of Worlds” - Brad Paisley feat. Robbie Williams
  • “Come Wake Me Up” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Copperhead Road” - Steve Earle
  • “Cotton Eye Joe 2002” - Rednex
  • “Country Girl (Shake It for Me)” - Luke Bryan
  • “Country Must Be Country Wide” - Brantley Gilbert
  • “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue (The Angry American)” - Toby Keith
  • “Cowboy Boogie” - Randy Travis
  • “Cowboy Casanova” - Carrie Underwood
  • “The Cowboy in Me” - Tim McGraw
  • “Cowboys and Angels” - Dustin Lynch
  • “Crazy Town” - Jason Aldean
  • “Creepin’” - Eric Church
  • “Cruise” - Florida Georgia Line
  • “Daddy Sang Bass” - Johnny Cash
  • “Danny Boy” - Johnny Cash
  • “Death of a Married Man” - Brad Paisley feat. Eric Idle
  • “Death of a Single Man” - Brad Paisley
  • “Deeper Than the Holler” - Randy Travis
  • “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” - Charlie Daniels
  • “Diggin’ Up Bones” - Randy Travis
  • “Dirt Road Anthem” - Jason Aldean
  • “Don’t Do It, Darling” - George Jones
  • “Don’t Rock the Jukebox” - Alan Jackson
  • “Down at the Old Corral” - Randy Travis
  • “Down to the River to Pray” - Alison Krauss
  • “Drink in My Hand” - Eric Church
  • “East Bound and Down” - Jerry Reed
  • “Every Storm (Runs Out of Rain)” - Gary Allan
  • “Everybody’s Got Somebody But Me” - Hunter Hayes
  • “Everything and All” - Randy Travis feat. Brad Paisley
  • “Eye Candy” - Josh Turner
  • “Facebook Friends” - Brad Paisley
  • “Fast Cars and Freedom” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Feels Like Today” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Felt Good on My Lips” - Tim McGraw
  • “Find Me a Baby” - Josh Turner
  • “Find Yourself” - Brad Paisley
  • “Five O'Clock 500” - Alabama
  • “Fly Over States” - Jason Aldean
  • “Folsom Prison Blues” - Brooks & Dunn feat. Johnny Cash
  • “Folsom Prison Blues” - Johnny Cash
  • “Footloose” - Blake Shelton
  • “Forever and Ever, Amen” - Randy Travis
  • “Forever Together” - Randy Travis
  • “Four Walls” - Randy Travis
  • “Free and Easy Down the Road I Go” - Dierks Bentley
  • “Friend of a Friend” - Tim McGraw
  • “Friends in Low Places” - Garth Brooks
  • “From This Moment On” - Shania Twain
  • “Get Even” - Brad Paisley"
  • “Gimme That Girl” - Joe Nichols
  • “Give My Love to Rose” - Johnny Cash
  • “God Bless the U.S.A.” - Lee Greenwood
  • “God Gave Me You” - Blake Shelton
  • “Goodbye in Her Eyes” - Zac Brown Band
  • “Grown Men Don’t Cry” - Tim McGraw
  • “Harvey Bodine” - Brad Paisley
  • “He Stopped Loving Her Today” - George Jones
  • “He Walked on Water” - Randy Travis
  • “Here for a Good Time” - George Strait
  • “Heroes and Freinds” - Randy Travis
  • “Highway Don’t Care” - Tim McGraw feat. Taylor Swift & Keith Urban
  • “The Hole” - Randy Travis
  • “Home of the Blues” - Johnny Cash
  • “Homeboy” - Eric Church
  • “Honky Tonk Moon” - Randy Travis
  • “House of the Rising Sun” - The Animals
  • “The House That Built Me” - Miranda Lambert
  • “How Country Feels” - Randy Houser
  • “Hula Hands” - Randy Travis
  • “I Ain’t Ready to Quit” - Jason Aldean
  • “I am a Man of Constant Sorrow” - The Soggy Bottom Boys
  • “I Can See It in Your Eyes” - Randy Travis
  • “I Can’t Change the World” - Brad Paisley
  • “I Do But I Don’t” - Tim McGraw
  • “I Drive Your Truck” - Lee Brice
  • “I Hope That’s Me” - Brad Paisley
  • “I Hope You Dance” - Lee Ann Womack feat. Sons of the Desert
  • “I Hung My Head” - Johnny Cash
  • “I Like It, I Love It” - Tim McGraw
  • “I Love a Rainy Night” - Eddie Rabbitt
  • “I Melt” - Rascal Flatts
  • “I See the Want to in Your Eyes” - Conway Twitty
  • “I Told You So” - Randy Travis
  • “I Walk the Line” - Johnny Cash
  • “I Wanna Talk About Me” - Toby Keith
  • “I Wonder” - Billy Ray Cyrus
  • “I Wonder Do You Think of Me” - Keith Whitley
  • “I Won’t Need You Anymore (Always and Forever)” - Randy Travis
  • “If I Didn’t Have You” - Randy Travis
  • “If I Die Young” - The Band Perry
  • “If You’re Going Through Hell (Before the Devil Even Knows)” - Rodney Atkins
  • “If You’re Gonna Play in Texas (You Gotta Have a Fiddle in the Band)” - Alabama
  • “I’ll Be There” - Josh Turner
  • “I’ll Fly Away” - Gillian Welch & Alison Krauss
  • “I’m Already There” - Lonestar
  • “I’m Gonna Have a Little Talk” - Randy Travis
  • “I’m Gonna Miss Her (The Fishin’ Song)” - Brad Paisley
  • “I"m Movin’ On” - Rascal Flatts
  • “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry” - Johnny Cash feat. Nick Cave
  • “I’m Still a Guy” - Brad Paisley
  • “I’m Your Man” - Randy Travis
  • “In the Garden” - Brad Paisley
  • “In the Highways” - The Peasall Sisters
  • “In the Jailhouse Now” - The Soggy Bottom Boys
  • “Indian Outlaw” - Tim McGraw
  • “Indian Outlaw (Dance Mix)” - Tim McGraw
  • “Is It Still Over?” - Randy Travis
  • “It’s Just a Matter of Time” - Randy Travis
  • “It’s Your Love” - Tim McGraw feat. Faith Hill
  • “Jump Right In” - Zac Brown Band
  • “Just to See You Smile” - Tim McGraw
  • “Karate” - Brad Paisley feat. Charlie Daniels
  • “Keep on the Sunny Side” - The Whites
  • “Kiss a Girl” - Keith Urban
  • “Kiss My Country A**” - Blake Shelton
  • “Knee Deep” - Zac Brown Band feat. Jimmy Buffett
  • “Landslide” - Dixie Chicks
  • “Landslide” - Fleetwood Mac
  • “Last Dollar (Fly Away)” - Tim McGraw
  • “Life is a Highway” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Like I Am” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Little Bit of Everything” - Keith Urban
  • “Little Patch of Heaven” - k.d. lang
  • “Live Like You Were Dying” - Tim McGraw
  • “Long Black Train” - Josh Turner
  • “Long Way Down” - Eleventyseven
  • “Love is Never-Ending” - Brad Paisley
  • “Love Like Crazy” - Lee Brice
  • “Lovin’ You is Fun” - Easton Corbin
  • “Mayberry” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Me Neither” - Brad Paisley
  • “Mean” - Taylor Swift
  • “Memories of Old Santa Fe”
  • “Merry Go 'Round” - Kacey Musgraves
  • “Mexicoma” - Tim McGraw
  • “The Mona Lisa” - Brad Paisley
  • “Mountain Music” - Alabama
  • “Mr. Mom” - Lonestar
  • “Mud on the Tires” - Brad Paisley
  • “Music Moves Me LIke a River” - Alabama
  • “My Best Friend” - Tim McGraw
  • “My Daddy Never Was” - Randy Travis
  • “My Front Porch Looking In” - Lonestar
  • “My Heart Would Know” - Hank Williams
  • “My Kinda Party” - Jason Aldean
  • “My Maria” - Brooks & Dunn
  • “My Next Thirty Years” - Tim McGraw
  • “My Poor Old Heart” - Randy Travis
  • “My Wish” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Nashville Without You” - Tim McGraw
  • “Need You Now” - Lady Antebellum
  • “The Nervous Breakdown” - Brad Paisley
  • “No”- Brad Paisley
  • “Nobody’s Fool” - Brad Paisley
  • “Nothin’ to Lose” - Josh Gracin
  • “Officially Alive” - Brad Paisley
  • “Ol’ Red” - Blake Shelton
  • “Old Alabama” - Brad Paisley feat. Alabama
  • “The Old Chisholm Trail” - Randy Travis
  • “The Old Rugged Cross (Live)” - Brad Paisley
  • “On the Other Hand” - Randy Travis
  • “One of Those Nights” - Tim McGraw
  • “The Only Way I Know” - Jason Aldean feat. Luke Bryan & Eric Church
  • “Orange Blossom Special” - Johnny Cash
  • “Our Song” - Taylor Swift
  • “Outstanding in Our Field” - Brad Paisley
  • “Paniolo Country” - Randy Travis
  • “The Pants” - Brad Paisley
  • “Pieces” - Gary Allan
  • “Pirate Flag” - Kenny Chesney
  • “A Place in the Sun” - Tim McGraw
  • “A Place to Hang My Hat” - Randy Travis
  • “Please Remember Me” - Tim McGraw
  • “Prayin’ for Daylight” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Pressing on a Bruise” - Brad Paisley feat. Mat Kearney
  • “Puff the Magic Dragon” - Peter, Paul & Mary
  • “Rain is a Good Thing” - Luke Bryan
  • “Real Gone” - Sheryl Crow
  • “Real Good Man” - Tim McGraw
  • “Red” - Taylor Swift
  • “Red Dirt Road” - Brooks & Dunn
  • “Redneck Games” - Alan Jackson & Jeff Foxworthy
  • “Redneck Yacht Club” - Craig Morgan
  • “Return to Pooh Corner” - Kenny Loggins
  • “Right on Time” - Randy Travis
  • “Ring of Fire” - Johnny Cash
  • “Roamin’ Wyomin’” - Randy Travis
  • “Roll On (Eighteen Wheeler)” - Alabama
  • “Runaway Train” - Brad Paisley
  • “Running Blind” - Randy Travis
  • “Rusty Cage” - Johnny Cash
  • “Saginaw, Michigan” - George Jones
  • “Sam Hall” - Johnny Cash
  • “Satisfied Mind” - Randy Travis
  • “Saturday Night” - Mac Powell
  • “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) - Big & Rich
  • "See You When I See You” - Jason Aldean
  • “She Never Lets it Go to Her Heart” - Tim McGraw
  • “She’s Country” - Jason Aldean
  • “She’s Everything” - Brad Paisley
  • “She’s My Kind of Rain” - Tim McGraw
  • “Skin (Sarabeth)” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Sleepin’ on the Foldout” - Brad Paisley
  • “Somebody Like You” - Keith Urban
  • “Somebody’s Heartbreak” - Hunter Hayes
  • “Someone Else Calling You Baby” - Luke Bryan
  • “Something Like That” - Tim McGraw
  • “Something to Be Proud Of” - Montgomery Gentry
  • “Song of the South” - Alabama
  • “Southern Comfort Zone” - Brad Paisley
  • “Southern Comfort Zone (Acoustic Version) - Brad Paisley
  • "Southern Girl” - Tim McGraw
  • “Southern Voice” - Tim McGraw
  • “Storm Warning” - Hunter Hayes
  • “Stuck Like Glue” - Sugarland
  • “Summertime” - Kenny Chesney
  • “Sunday Drive” - Alabama
  • “Sweet Georgia Girl” - Mac Powell
  • “Sweet Home Alabama” - Lynyrd Skynyrd
  • “Take a Little Ride” - Jason Aldean
  • “Tattoos on This Town” - Jason Aldean
  • “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” - Joe Nichols
  • “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” - John Denver
  • “That Don’t Impress Me Much” - Shania Twain
  • “That Was Us” - Randy Travis
  • “That’s My Kind of Night” - Luke Bryan
  • “Theme from Rawhide” - The Blues Brothers
  • “These Days” - Rascal Flatts"
  • “This is Country Music” - Brad Paisley
  • “This Kiss” - Faith Hill
  • “Those Crazy Christians” - Brad Paisley
  • “Three Wooden Crosses” - Randy Travis
  • “The Thunder Rolls” - Garth Brooks
  • “Thunderball” - Johnny Cash
  • “Time Well Wasted” - Brad Paisley
  • “Tin Can on a String” - Brad Paisley
  • “Tonight I’m Playing Possum” - Randy Travis feat. Joe Nichols
  • “Too Country” - Brad Paisley feat. Buck Owens, Bill Anderson & George Jones
  • “Too Gone Too Long” - Randy Travis
  • “Too Good is True” - Rascal Flatts
  • “Train Long Gone” - Randy Travis
  • “The Trouble With Never” - Tim McGraw
  • “Truck Yeah” - Tim McGraw
  • “Two Feet of Topsoil” - Brad Paisley
  • “Two Lanes of Freedom” - Tim McGraw
  • “Unbroken” - Tim McGraw
  • “The Uncloudy Day” - Brad Paisley
  • “Voices” - Chris Young
  • “Wagon Wheel” - Darius Rucker
  • “Waitin’ on a Woman” - Brad Paisley
  • “Wasting All These Tears” - Cassadee Pope
  • “Watching Airplanes” - Gary Allan
  • “Watching You” - Rodney Atkins
  • “Water” - Brad Paisley
  • “The Way You Love Me” - Faith Hill
  • “We Ain’t Out of Love Yet” - Randy Travis
  • “We Danced” - Brad Paisley
  • “Welcome to the Future” - Brad Paisley
  • “What Do Ya Think About That” - Montgomery Gentry
  • “What Hurts the Most” - Rascal Flatts
  • “When I Get Where I’m Going” - Brad Paisley feat. Dolly Parton
  • “When It’s Springtime in Alaska (It’s Forty Below)” - Johnny Cash
  • “When the Wind Blows By” - Tim McGraw
  • “Where the Green Grass Grows” - Tim McGraw
  • “Wherever the Trail May Lead”- Tim McGraw
  • “Whiskey Lullaby” - Brad Paisley feat. Alison Krauss
  • “White Liar” - Miranda Lambert
  • “Who Says You Can’t Go Home” - Bon Jovi feat. Jennifer Nettles
  • “Who’s Your Daddy” - Toby Keith
  • “Why Don’t We Just Dance” - Josh Turner
  • “Wind in the Wire” - Randy Travis
  • “Wings of a Dove” - Ferlin Husky
  • “A Woman Like You” - Lee Brice
  • “Would You Go With Me” - Josh Turner
  • “Yankee Doodle Dixie” - Brad Paisley
  • “You Are My Sunshine” - Norman Blake
  • “You Just Get Better All the Time” - Tim McGraw
  • “You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive” - Brad Paisley
  • “Your Heart Will Lead You Home” - Kenny Loggins
  • “You’re Still the One” - Shania Twain
  • “幽 女 (Instrumental)” - Brad Paisley
  • “40 Days and 40 Nights” - Tim McGraw
Military Brat - Epilogue

Here it is, an epilogue to my Military Brat series to celebrate July 4th and almost reaching 300 followers. Thank you to all the men and women who have served in our country’s military. Also thank you all for the support you have given me, you mae me continously love writing.

Pairing- Bucky x Reader

Words- 900

SERIES MASTERLIST 

Originally posted by ifidieidiewithyou

It had been a year, a full year since your brother’s Medal of Honor ceremony and already so much has changed. Not long after Bucky made it official and finally asked you out on a proper date. You remembered calling Jessica about it and she responded with “it’s about damn time”. Bucky came home with you for the holidays, insisting he loved spending time with your family. Your mother was happy that you finally brought a man home, granted she already knew and adored Bucky which made her even happier. Surprisingly your father eventually felt the same way towards him, Bucky would help him work on the tractor and they would spend hours in the barn drinking beers and talking. The kids even took to calling him Uncle Buck, which he absolutely loved. Bucky finally had a family, but something was always missing.

Today was July 4th, you made it a tradition to stop and visit Derek every year. This year Bucky was adamant about joining you.

“Buck, you don’t have to come with me. It’s Steve’s birthday and you should really stay and celebrate with him.” You finished doing some dishes in your shared apartment in Stark tower.

“Doll, I can celebrate with him when we get back. Besides, Steve will probably be with Sharon all day anyway.” His large arms wrapped around you as he kissed your head. “I really want to go with you.”

Bucky drove the entire way, you listened to the radio as you both sang along to the old patriotic songs that graced the airwaves. He pulled into the drive as you finished the last verse of God Bless the U.S.A. passing a sign that read, Arlington National Cemetery.

Bucky opened your door and let you out, instantly you fell quiet. Grabbing his hand you led him into the cemetery. Lines upon lines of white crosses covered fields of green, while little American flags stuck into the ground. Bucky held your hand tightly as you passed a service in the middle of a 21 gun salute, he squirmed slightly imagining the days when that easily could have been him they were putting in the ground. He looked at you with a determined look on your face, and his mind eased. Your hand tightened around his as you slowly stopped, looking back at him before making your way to the very end of the row of crosses. You knelt down running your fingers across the etched lettering of his name, your other hand clasped around the dog tags that hung around your neck. Bucky knelt down next you and placed the flowers you brought against the stone. His arm quickly wrapped around you and pulled you into an embrace, the bottom of his shirt balled up in your fists as you tried to hold it together. You composed yourself and then broke apart.

“Derek, I would like you to meet James Buchanan Barnes. My boyfriend.” Your hand rested on the top of the grave and your eyes made their way to find Bucky.

You both spent the day in the park hanging out at Derek’s grave, walking around looking at some of the monuments, as well as finding some of the Howling Commandos. Buck told stories as they searched, successfully finding Dum Dum and Gabe. But before you both left, you stopped once more to say goodbye to Derek. You kissed a picture you had in your pocket, it was of you and Derek in your treehouse the same one from the Medal of Honor ceremony and placed it on top of his grave. Bucky did the same but this time with a letter written to Derek, he never let you read it.

Inside the letter read:

Dear Derek,

I have written this letter a hundred different times not knowing what I should say to you, but I will start with this, I love (Y/N). She is the one person who has never blamed me for the things I have done, loving me regardless of my past. She continuously amazes me, every day she does something else to make me love her more than I possibly thought I could. She will stay up with me the nights I can’t sleep or when I wake up screaming. She tries to cook as good as your mother but fails and ends up calling her to see what she did wrong. On Saturdays, we spend all morning watching cartoons together while eating cereal on the couch. Every time she sees a dog or baby her face lights up and we have to stop. I never thought I could love everything about a person until I might her, I want to spend the rest of my life with (Y/N). I already asked your father and he gave me his blessing, so now I ask you. Will you allow me to ask your sister to marry me? I know it is not the same, but I felt that it was my duty to ask. (Y/N) misses you dearly, I would have loved to actually meet you and I know she wishes I could. (Y/N) will wish you could be here, but I plan to ask her in a way you can be.

-Bucky

His hand ran over the velvet box in his pocket, while the other took yours as he got down on one knee.


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This AMERICAN WW2 veteran was in a restaurant in Mexico when he saw a young man crying wearing an American flag t-shirt. When he asked the young man what was wrong he said “The owner said that Americans are weak and said he bet me I couldn’t eat 50 burritos and I ate 10 burritos now I can’t eat any more and I guess he’s right that Americans are weak and Mexicans are the best”. As he spoke, the veteran noticed a bunch of locals sitting around the youth jeering and pointing at him and saying “weak American man can’t even eat 50 burritos, America is place for piss-pants babies”.

The veteran laughed and said “silly boy this is a burrito challenge not an iphone app!! I will eat the burritos” and pushed him aside and started shovelling the remaining burritos in his mouth. The young man gasped and said “But you’re old how can you be better than me?” and the old man laughed again and said “this old dog still knows some tricks, maybe if you spent less time taking a smartphone selfie picture to upload to social media sites and more time killing communists in Vietnam like me you would understand”.

The veteran ate all the burritos then said “mmm more please!” as a joke. The resteraunt owner gasped and said “I was wrong, America is best country” and the young man threw his stupid iphone in the trash and said “Wow you’re right I don’t need this all I need now is American pride and to respect my elders” and the veteran said “One more thing, I’ll get the bill because in America we know how to treat our veterans right!” and used his war dollars to pay for all of it!

GOD BLESS THE U.S.A OF AMERICA!!!!

Chef...Salad?!

Prompt: Head chef at the restaurant that makes their favourite meal in town

Words: 4888

Warnings: None that I’m aware of outside of SMUT.

Style/Type: Female Reader Insert

Main Character: Sam Winchester

Author’s Note: So, I cheated…I wrote a companion piece for Dean. I’m Dean trash, didn’t you know? But I didn’t want it to take the limelight away from Sam, so it’s also tagged GIEPP and it is titled G-Man, found on my blog. I’m still new at Tumblr, so I don’t know how to add the link to this page. Plus, I couldn’t upload it from my computer, I had to use my iPad, which sucks. But anyways, go search it out if you want to read it. I’ll upload it as soon as I finish fighting this one.

Without further ado, here is Sam and his saucy southern chef…

You blew out a breath. It was almost closing time and you were exhausted. When your mother had the bright idea to open a gourmet cheeseburger joint, you’d been more than a little surprised. When you realized she did it because she was dying and she wanted you to have a decent nest egg when she went, you sobbed like a baby for three days. But now, eight years later, “Avec Fromage” was a resounding success. You’d been featured on countless morning shows, the food network had done a spotlight on you, and you’d even been on an episode of Chopped, which you lost, but only because really? What the hell do you DO with beets for dessert besides use them as food coloring for ice cream?! It still burned your ass you’d lost that one. But Alton Brown liked you, and, hell, Alton was one cool cat. Even Guy Fieri liked you. So, when the order came in, ten minutes before closing, you growled out a breath as you read Crystal’s scribble. “One special, and one SALAD?!”

Crystal shrugged. “Yeah. Two dudes. Both of them are hot, even if they’re kind of old. I mean, I’d do them. Especially the shorter one. Yum.”

Crys was seventeen. She thought anyone over twenty five was old. “Salad? Seriously?! In MY restaurant?!”

“Here we go,” the sous chef muttered under her breath. “It IS on the menu, Y/N.”

“I don’t give a shit. You don’t order salads in a gourmet cheeseburger joint!!” you bellowed. “Not on my watch!” You crumpled up the paper in your hand and stalked out to the dining room toward the only table left occupied.

“I’m telling ya, Sammy,” you heard the stockier one say, “I can’t believe you ordered a damn salad, you freak. I heard this joint has the best burgers ever, even if I don’t know what the hell ‘Avec Fromage’ means.”

The taller of the two, Sammy, you guessed his name was, shot the other one what you could only call an 'epic bitch face’ as he said, “It means 'With Cheese’ in French, Dean. It’s tongue-in-cheek.”

Well, you could appreciate the fact he knew what it meant, even if he had crappy taste in meals. “'Scuse me, fellas. Which one of you ordered a damn salad in my establishment?”

The stockier one, Dean, pointed to the other guy. “Sam did. Personally, I’ve been dying to try your burgers since I saw you on Chopped. Said if we ever made it back to North Carolina, I was going to give this joint a go.”

Your eyes narrowed at the taller guy. He was gorgeous, you’d give him that. Long and lean, a long, tall, drink of water, your mama would have said. “So, you’re the problem. Seriously, you come HERE and order a SALAD?! Dude, we’re KNOWN for our BURGERS! Might as well go to Starbucks and order a lemonade!”

The other guy let out a chuckle. “I tried to tell him the same damn thing.”

The tall guy shrugged. “Yeah, sorry, I just like to eat healthier, you know? No offense, really.”

You put your hand on your hip. It was the same damn argument you’d been having for eight years. In the world of “healthier” and “vegan” you’d fought your fair share of fights against the critics. Also, you weren’t as skinny as all those supermodels that graced the covers of magazines, but you were healthy, damn it. “Are you sayin’ I ain’t healthy? My MAMA made this, place, made it just for me before she died of cancer, you douche. You sayin’ SHE wasn’t healthy?! I’ll have you know, my mama was as healthy as a damn horse until the cancer stole her from me. Do you have ANY idea how much fat is in the dressing on your precious SALAD?! Don’t EVEN get me started!”

Dean crossed his arms and smirked.

Sam just looked at you like you were crazy, and maybe you were, but you were passionate about your food. “Fine! Fine! Give me the damn cheeseburger!”

“Thank you!” you roared. “How would you like it cooked?”

“Will you bite my head off if I say well done?”

You shot him a glare and walked off muttering about how he needed more meat on his bones anyway. As you walked, you heard him whisper-yell, “Well, hell, now I kinda feel obliged to ask, is all this shit deep-fried in CRAZY?!”

You smirked. Hell yes, we’re all crazy, you thought. And I’d like to unleash that crazy on you as I strip you naked and cover you in… You blinked as you realized where your thoughts had taken you. You needed to get laid. Not many guys realized you didn’t want kids, didn’t want a relationship, just some nice, no strings attached sex. You’d always heard guys liked that, but so far, you hadn’t found any that weren’t clingy as all hell.

You walked back into the kitchen and your sous-chef smirked. “Get him straightened out, did you?”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Just cook the damn meat.” You glanced at Crystal. “Go on home, shug. I’ll handle serving them.”

“You sure?

"Positive. I’ve got something special in mind for him.”

The two women just looked at you with wide eyes. You ignored them and began puttering around, getting everything ready and you constructed two of the most glorious looking cheeseburgers in existence along with your signature side. You hoisted the tray onto your shoulder and bussed your way out to the table. You presented the dish to Dean first, who looked like he would have chewed his own arm off to get to it, before you sat the plate in front of Sam.

“Here ya go,” you told him, laying your southern accent on all the thicker. “A gourmet cheeseburger featuring a thick slab of applewood smoked bacon, with baby spinach, white cheddar and sautéed mushrooms. Served with a side of my signature sweet potato fries and chocolate sea salt. It’ll make you slap yo mama….”

Dean took a huge bite and whimpered. “Marry me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. He was a cutie, but you had a thing for tall, sweet fellas, and his friend fit the bill to a T, even if he did have shitty taste in meals. “Sorry, sugar. You’re not my type.”

He swallowed and smirked. “Why? You into chicks?”

That caused a belly laugh. The number of times you’d been called a lesbian, a shrew, a damn tease, well, you were used to it. “Nope. I like guys just fine. Just not your type. No offense.”

He shrugged. “None taken.”

You eyed Sam a moment, wishing he would just try the damn burger already. “It won’t bite, you know,” you chided softly.

He blinked and looked up at you, licking his lips, and that one action sent tingles straight to your clit and you had to resist the urge to shiver as your mouth went dry. “I, uh, I gotta go…uh, enjoy your meal,” you managed as you backed away and fled to the safety of the kitchen. Once there, you cursed yourself and your nerves. It had been a long time since you’d gotten any, and certainly nothing from the likes of him. You had the feeling, as he sized you up, he was the hunter and you were the prey.

You composed yourself, cursing the looks your favorite sous chef was giving you as she was cleaning up the kitchen. To keep costs down, the two of you usually cleaned the kitchen on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, which weren’t as crowded. You were close friends, so she didn’t mind helping you out.

“Want me to go check on them for you?” she offered, jarring you from thinking about his lips, imagining them on your body, working his way down from your neck, over your breasts, down you stomach, diving right into your…

“Y/N!” she called.

You blinked. “Huh?”

She smirked. “I suggest you go out there and fuck him good and proper.”

“What? No! I mean, surely he’s…”

“No ring,” she stated. At your look, she said, “What? I refilled their drinks earlier. And they’re not gay, because the shorter one looks like he wants me for dessert.”

You smirked at that. “You should go for it. I know your breakup with Sean was rough, but it was a year ago…”

She frowned. “This is about you, not me. I’m perfectly content with my little plastic friend and my rub reel. I mean, have you SEEN Chris Evans lately?! The things I’d like to do to Captain America. God bless the U.S.A. is all I gotta say…”

You giggled but then sobered. “Yeah, they’re, uh, probably ready for their bill.” You squared your shoulders and headed out the door.

“Maybe he’s ready for some Y/N on a platter for dessert!” she called behind you.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you muttered as you headed back toward their table. You had to gasp out a breath as you saw him licking his fingers. He was chuckling at something Dean had said and he had this little dimple that winked and there was mirth in his eyes and for a moment, the world just stopped. You cleared your throat and walked up to the table. “So? What did you think, Sam, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Sam. And it was awesome. I mean, seriously. Probably the best thing I’ve put in my mouth for a while.” Dean guffawed and Sam seemed to realize how that sounded because his cheeks pinked just slightly. At that moment, he looked like an adorable, if oversized, puppy. You loved dogs. You had three at home.

Dean was all smiles as he asked, “Hey, uh, we were wondering, what’s your dessert menu look like?”

Sam whispered through clenched teeth, “Dammit, Dean, STOP IT.”

So your wingman is helping you out, huh? I respect that. So you smiled and said, “We have a mouth-watering peach cobbler.”

Dean licked his lips. “You don’t say? Well, that happens to be my brother’s favorite,” he told you, earning a kick under the table from Sam.

Your eyebrow popped up as you looked at Sam. “Really?! Then you might as well go whole-hog, get it ala mode, what do you say?”

Sam chuckled nervously, “Uh, s-sounds great.”

“Great, I’ll bring it right out.”

As you walked away, you saw, out of the corner of your eye, Sam reach across the table and punch Dean in the shoulder. “OW! What the hell?! You should be thanking me. You WILL be, when you’re eating that cobbler off of her…”

“Will. You. SHUT UP! I came here for a meal, not a piece of ass!”

“And that, my friend, is your problem. She wants you, and you don’t even know it.”

“WHAT?! Dean, she nearly put a hit out on me for ordering a salad! How could you possibly have gotten anything else from that?!”

“Believe me, bro…I KNOW.”

“And how, Obi Wan, do you know that?!”

You could hear Dean’s smirk. “Because, I’ve had my fair of southern sweet tea. And you know what the T stands for?”

“Please. For the love of God. Stop.”

“That’s what SHE said…”

“Okay, I’m seriously losing my appetite here, Dean, you done?”

You heard Dean mutter, “Fine, be a prude.”

Your eyes were wide as saucers as you breached the kitchen.

“What?”

You shook your head. “I, uh…I think he’s interested.”

“So? Go for it! You’re not shy like I am. Go get you that long tall drink of water! Did he want dessert?”

“P-Peach cobbler.”

She nodded and went about heating up a serving. It was your grandma’s recipe and it was delicious. Fat filled and laden with calories. You couldn’t believe it was his favorite. Maybe he liked to indulge every once in a while. You’d like to indulge in him…

“Y/N? Here ya go.”

“Ala mode,” you croaked.

She smirked and went to get the vanilla bean ice cream. She returned with the cobbler and handed it to you. “You can say no,” she told you. “But you’ll regret it if you don’t go through with it. I know you.”

She was right. You were almost regretting walking away from him and you hadn’t even done it yet. Your mind made up, you took the dish away from her and marched yourself right over to Sam and all but sang, “Here you go!” as you placed the steaming plate in front of Sam.

“Thanks, this looks…great, really.” He was about to put a bite in his mouth when you told him, “You know, we accept all kinds of gratuities.” Sam stopped cold as you leaned in and whispered what you’d like to do with him and that cobbler. And it was oh so inventive.

You glanced at Dean, who was trying desperately to hear what you were whispering in Sam’s ear but it was too low. He couldn’t hear it. But you felt sure he figured it out as Sam blushed and dropped his fork.

You straightened and shrugged a shoulder. “The choice is yours, sugar.” You glanced at Dean and winked. “Y'all have a good night,” you purred before you sauntered away. You went to take off your apron, your toque, and grabbed your purse, glancing at the pair of men out of the corner of your eye.

Dean looked at Sam, who appeared to be in complete shock. “Sam? SAM!” Snapping his fingers in Sam’s face, he brought the other man out of his stupor. “Dude, what’d she say to you?”

Sam looked at Dean, then swallowed hard. “She, uh, she said…” He looked down at the cobbler, then looked back up at Dean. “She wants me to, uhm…” He looked down at his plate again before snatching it up as he all but jumped from the table, heading in your direction, muttering, “I gotta go. See ya, Dean.”

“Wear a condom!” Dean shouted after him, laughing.

You let out a giggle as Sam suddenly appeared in your face. “Are we…?”

You smiled and took his hand. “Let’s go, sugar. I swear, I’ll work that cheeseburger off of you before the night is out.” You led him out to your car; a nice, large sports car because you liked speed, but you also liked taking your friends out to party on occasion.

He collapsed into your passenger seat, precariously balancing the cobbler in his lap, covering his erection. You licked your lips hungrily. “You ready for a ride, sweetheart?”

He grinned. “Call me old fashioned, but do you have a name?”

You laughed out loud. “Y/N. It’s Y/N.”

“Beautiful. Just like you.”

You gunned the engine and tore ass toward your apartment. “Hope you like dogs. I’ve got three and they’ll have to sniff all over before…” You cleared your throat. “Well, they’ll have to give you the once over.”

He beamed brightly. “I love dogs.”

“Good. Listen, I gotta tell you, I don’t do relationships, okay? I got my dogs and my business, and…”

He nodded. “My brother and I, we travel a lot with our job. Matter of fact, we’re based out of Kansas.”

“Cool. You ever met Dorothy?” You snorted at your little joke.

To your surprise, he sobered. “Yeah. I’ve met her.”

Your eyebrow rose, but figuring he had an ex named Dorothy, you let that one slide. Everyone had a crazy ex. Yours was named Godfrey, and he was a megadouche.

“So, I don’t do this often,” he admitted.

You smiled. “Yeah, me either.”

“You live close by?” he wondered.

You simply nodded as you pulled into the parking garage. “I usually walk but it was raining this morning.” You got out and led him to the elevator. Now that you had him here, your nerves were getting the better of you.

“Y/N, it’s okay, we don’t have to…”

You smiled at him and felt something stir in you as the doors closed. He was a decent guy. That was rare. “I’m good. Come on. You should meet Oscar, Octavia, and Olivia.”

“You got a thing for O names?”

You chuckled. “Oscar is mine, Octavia was my moms, and my niece found and named Olivia. Apparently there’s some pig cartoon with the same name. It’s obnoxious as fuck.”

He let out a belly laugh and followed you to down the hall to your place. He cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure you have dogs?”

You nodded. “They’re very well trained.” You unlocked the door, took the cobbler from him, and sure enough, three wagging tails of various sizes greeted you. To your surprise, he knelt down and started giving the dogs love. “Hey, guys. Hi. I’m Sam.”

Of course, the dogs loved the attention and were all over him. He let out a laugh and landed on his butt, causing you to snap a picture with your phone. You’d managed to bring home a gorgeous guy that loved dogs, was it Christmas?

“Sam, uh…” you began.

“Oh! Sorry, Y/N. I just got distracted…”

“So I see,” you stated in amusement. “You know, if you wanted, we don’t have to…”

You trailed off as that white hot heat lit his eyes. “I want you, Y/N. Now.”

You shivered slightly at the tone of his voice and your mouth went dry. All thoughts of the dogs were forgotten as he stood and began to stalk you. “Bedroom,” he commanded and you slowly led the way, walking backward, down the hall, toward your room. You vaguely remembered sitting down the cobbler somewhere along the way…

He reached out with those huge hands and grabbed you, one hand going to your face, the other, to your hip, which he squeezed. “Fuck, Y/N,” he growled as he shoved you into the wall, kissing you for all he was worth. His tongue slid against your lips, begging entrance, and you eagerly acquiesced, moaning as his tongue battled yours.

You reached your hands up into his gorgeous hair, tugging slightly, and he moaned as his hands continued their exploration of your body until they found the button on your black pants. He unfastened them and you felt them pool at your feet and you stepped out of them, toeing off your sensible shoes as you went. You gave a little shove and you switched positions. You didn’t mind being the aggressor on occasion, and he seemed eager enough to let you run the show. For now. You had the feeling he’d be back in control before the night was over.

You pushed his jacket off his shoulders and it joined your pants, then you started unbuttoning those little white buttons on his dress shirt, one by one as he did the same thing on your blouse. Once you had his top half naked, you noticed an odd tattoo on his left pec. You pulled away and traced it lightly with your finger, following the shape of the star. “You’re not into devil worship, are you?” you couldn’t help but to ask. You weren’t worried. He was a big guy, but Oscar was a pit bull. You’d trained him. He was super sweet with your niece and nephew, but if you were in danger, you’d be burying this guy’s body in the back yard because Oscar would kill him.

Sam laughed. “No. Hate the guy personally.” You gave him an odd look and he smiled. “I swear. It’s…kind of like a family thing. My brother has one, too.”

Your eyebrow shot up. “You in the mob or something?”

Again he laughed and pulled you toward the bed. “Come here. I won’t hurt you, I swear.”

“Good. Because if you try, Oscar will kill you and Octavia will eat your bones.”

“What will Olivia do?”

“She’s a chihuahua mix. She just pees.”

He laughed one more time and sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him and he pushed your shirt from your shoulders. “My god, you’re beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the blush. While you knew you were decent looking, you knew, too, you weren’t a skinny underwear model, either. You had curves. Lots of them. You liked to eat, but you were still very healthy. You dragged your ass to the damn gym every day and took the dogs for a run at the park a few times a week. “So are you,” you murmured.

He smiled and picked you up like you weighed nothing, turning to toss you onto the bed. His body covered yours before you got a breath out. “Fuck, Sam!” you panted as his teeth were suddenly everywhere and you knew you’d have bruises all over your body the next morning, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. “Yesssss,” you hissed as he latched onto your nipple through your bra.

He sat up and you unfastened his pants before you took him, hard and ready, in your hand. You pumped him a few times and watched him as his jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck. I need you, Y/N,” he growled.

“Nightstand drawer,” you instructed and he reached that long arm over to open the drawer for the condom.

His hand rooted around in the drawer and he smirked as he pulled out your vibrator. It was a big, flesh colored, accurate enough looking dildo. His eyebrow shot up. “And just what do you do with this?”

You crossed your arms over your still-bra-clad breasts. “If you don’t know, then clearly you aren’t as experienced as I thought.”

He chucked as he sat back on his heels and handed you the plastic phallus. “Show me.”

“Oh! Well, uh…” That was new.

He stood and went to sit in the easy chair across the room. “Show me,” he commanded as he took his cock in his hand, fisting it lightly.

“You want to watch?”

“Consider this foreplay. I plan on being here a while,” he told you.

Your mouth went dry as your heart raced. You had the distinct impression you were going to be dog tired in the morning. And you didn’t mind it one damn bit.

You swallowed and slipped out of your bra and panties, glad you’d worn a matching set, and grabbed the toy. You knew you were wet enough, you sure as hell didn’t need any lubrication, but you couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed the peach flavored lube. You put a bit on the toy and rubbed it around yourself, teasing your clit before plunging it in. You moaned at the sudden sensation of being filled and you chanced a glance at him. He was watching you with hooded eyes.

You thrust it in and out, in and out, a few times, before you removed it. He opened his mouth to say something when you grabbed the toy and eagerly sucked it into your mouth.

He let out a whimper and you saw him pumping himself faster.

You’d always enjoyed giving head, so you had no problem sucking on the toy, but it did get you even more hot and bothered and you couldn’t seem to help yourself as your other hand began toying with your clit, rubbing two fingers in and out of your slit. You felt your orgasm approaching now. It never took you long to get yourself off. You were almost there when you felt three things simultaneously; the bed dipped, he pulled your hand away from your clit, and the toy out of your mouth.

“Dirty girl,” he growled. “What do you like?”

There was a challenge in your eyes as you stated, “Anything you’ll give me.”

His eyebrow shot up, but you could see it was paining him to feign indifference as his cock rubbed against your thigh. “Is that so? Anything.”

You nodded. There wasn’t much you hadn’t tried, and you enjoyed most of it.

“So…if I were to take this,” he stated as he picked up the forgotten dildo, “and shove it up your ass, you’d be okay with it?”

“As long as you prepared me. I’m not big on pain.”

He smirked. “Maybe next time. For now,” he murmured as he ripped open the condom packet, “I want to fuck you as you suck on my tongue. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” you panted in eagerness. “Please,” you added, almost in pain. You needed him in you. Now.

You watched, dry mouthed once more, as he slipped the condom down his length and you whimpered at the sight. He was beyond beautiful, all long and lean from head to toe. He was easily the best looking guy you’d ever had sex with and you thanked whatever deity that would listen that you had him for tonight.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his long body covered yours. His huge hands fisted your breasts and you felt his head teasing your clit. “Please,” you whined. “I need…”

“This?!” He thrust, sheathing himself in you and you came immediately, crying out as the sensations battered you.

“Holy fuck,” you muttered as he began moving and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He kissed you, long and languid as he gently moved within you, building you back up before his tongue began thrusting in time with his cock and you could do nothing but hold on and accept him as he took you up and over once more and you eagerly sucked as hard as you could.

He pulled away just slightly and he had almost an evil glint in his eye as he turned you to your stomach and commanded you up on all fours. He licked the shell of your ear and whispered, “Hold on,” as he moved your hands to the wrought iron headboard.

You braced yourself as he violently plunged back into you and you felt the quickening begin again.

His hands pawed your breasts roughly and he squeezed your nipples until you gasped out a breath at the pleasure/pain sensation. Your head dropped back and you felt his hand now massaging your scalp, pulling your hair just slightly as his other hand dove for your clit, those huge fingers teasing you until you felt like you were going to explode.

There was no sounds in the room save for both of your breathing and the wet slap of skin as he pistoned in and out of you. You felt it building, the release was coming and you began moaning as it started.

“Scream,” he commanded in your ear. “I wanna hear you scream my name.”

That was all it took. “Sam!” you screamed long and loud as the sensations battered you.

You felt him relax behind you and begin placing feather light kisses to your neck as his hands reached to unclench yours from the headboard, his fingers now massaging yours. You didn’t realize you’d been gripping the headboard so hard, your fingers had lost all sensation. You were boneless as he moved you and got you comfortable on the bed and you gave him a sleepy smile as he went to find the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

You watched as he got dressed and opened the door, letting the dogs in. You didn’t realize how late it was. Or how early, rather. The sun would be coming up soon.

The dogs knew what to do. They all walked in and sat patiently on the rug, awaiting your instructions to get on the bed or sleep on the floor.

He came back to the bed and handed you a card. FBI. You shouldn’t have been surprised. “Agent M. McCready? ”

“Sam is my middle name. It’s the one I go by.”

You smiled at that. “M. McCready, Mike? Like Pearl Jam?”

“Kind of.”

“They’re my favorite.”

“Mine too.” He looked down at his shoes before his hazel eyes pierced your y/e/c ones. “So, uh, listen, I had a great time tonight. You think next time I’m around…?”

You smiled as you leaned up to kiss him gently on the lips. “You’d better bring your sexy ass back to see me. I’ll give your brother a burger on the house. And, hell, if you want a salad next time, I’ll make you one.”

He chuckled and winked a dimple at you. “Nah, I think I’ll stick with the cheeseburger. You do have a way with meat.”

Your mouth fell open and you swatted his ass. “See you around, Agent.”

He gave you a wink and turned to leave before he turned back. “Damn. We didn’t get to eat the peach cobbler.”

“Maybe next time.”

He smirked. “You know, I could eat a peach for hours.”

You shivered at the implication. “Of that, I have no doubts.”

He stalked back to you once more, a cocky smirk on his face. “If I were to let you suck my tongue, would you be grateful?”

How in the hell did he know the movie, Face/Off was one of your guilty pleasures? You bit your lip as you tried not to smile. “Careful, Castor. I’m not just another of your conquests.”

He grabbed you and kissed you one last time. “Yes you are. I’ll see you around, peach,” he murmured as he walked out, giving the dogs a quick rub on the head before he left.

You blew out a breath, already hoping he came back this way soon.

~~~~~

It was a good few months later, you were busy working on a new creation when one of the new girls came into the kitchen. “Boss? Some guy is out there looking for you. Says his name is Castor Troy. Said he’s come to collect some peaches?”

You dropped the spatula to the floor as you ran out of the kitchen. There he stood in all his six foot five inch glory. You stopped dead for a half a beat before you ran to him and jumped on him in front of everyone, making him laugh hysterically.