So there was the obc except for larry/michael park who was understudied by Asa Somers
Mike looks at individuals in the audience, he speaks to them specifically
i think Will uses this technique where you look at the back of the heads of people/back of the theatre, its used for speaking to the whole theatre
and can i just say, will does NOT get enough credit for his entire performance, while yes his comedic timing and stuff are AMAZING, he cries while on stage and brings a lot of emotion that i did NOT expect but it was so good
Ben kinda does both, god his voice is so good, its so much better irl if thats even possible
connor has a braided leather bracelet
If mike says that he’s not a strong singer 1 more time im gonna cut a bitch
his voice is so clear and he hits every note perfectly
dude. the sets are so pretty ughgugh
Mike Faist is a beautiful human like. pictures dont do him justice man, he looks good in them but irl hes like. !!! wtf hes so pretty
bens outfit changes are so quick how does he even do that wtf
LISTEN TO ME DO NOT SELL YOUR TICKETS BC THERES AN UNDERSTUdY
after connor says fuck you to zoe ,, mike gives laura a teeny tiny smile right before he puts his head down
oh my god speaking of smiles the are you high smile is SO FUNNY
the part in waving through a window where theres the break and then the “ON THE OUTSIDE ALWAYS LOOKING IN”? that is so powerful irl like. dude the sound vibrates through you and its so good
connor tries waving to evan during waving through a window but evan didn’t see, im fine this is fine
I started crying during waving through a window and I didnt stop till after the end of the show
Evan starts crying during writing the letter and he also doesnt stop
sincerly me has so many pretty harmonies
JARED SAID IT, HE SAID IT INSTEAD OF HOT I LOST IT
Zoe bounces her leg and bites her nails
Evan bites his nails, fiddles with his shirt, scratches at his palm, and picks at his fingers
the actors bring so much to the characters its so good!! its so good omg
AFTER SINCERLY ME FINISHES AND THE LIGHTS GO OUT CONNOR FLIPS OFF THE AUDIENCE ITS SO FUNNY
all you gotta DO
i could see the cellist from where i was sitting and she was rocking out to sincerly me and mouthing along it was great
right before requiem zoe like, rushes over to the letters after holding back and pushing cynthia away, its so deperate and powerful oh lord
okay so Asa brings so much to the role of larry, from what ive heard Michael is very stoic all the time but Asa like, is just really tired of life more than anything.
Asa’s Larry for sure isnt a good guy but hes not the bad guy either. He fucks up as a parent for sure, and what he did to connor was not okay but like… man he does care even if he tries not to show it
during you will be found larry breaks down, he starts crying oof it broke my heart
Ben Platt is so good, his emotions are so raw, fuck,
so, you and zoe,, ??
OH WHAT A NICE GLOVE
to break in a glove is so funny and sad at the same time
larrys voice breaks on “or if you’re tryna do whats best”
and he yells the next part, hes like on the brink of tears
Sincerly me reprise is a fucking bop and connor looks mildly uncomfortable about how many kids end up sucking dick for meth
we all know it but WILLS LAUGH IS A BLESSING
its so funny holy shit
YES THE INSANELY COOL !!! JARED KLIENMAN
a part of the saucy friendship we had ;)
i like the choreography for the reprise too its kinda different from sincerly me ??
larry drinks bourbon and some expensive looking wine
jared invites evan to his party with lots of alcohol like. he makes a big fucking deal out of the alcohol
ok so after the scene where jared accuses evan of having connors death be the best thing thats ever happened to him, jared storms off and evan kinda lingers after him on stage for a solid 30 seconds before being pulled away by zoe
evan starts dressing more and more like connor till theyre in almost the same outfit
evan has funyuns stashed away in his little headrest storage thing
after only us zoe kisses his and they lay down and wowie some things are heavily implied there
oh god so when heidi is at the murphys house and evan finds out he shrinks into himself so much
will screams FUCK YOU EVAN, ASSHOLE with so much emotion in his voice you could feel everyone react
jared like, stomps his foot and screams silently during good for you, he starts crying and you wont see it if you dont look for it but man. that fucked me up.
heidi crys so much
okay so during the did you fall or did you let go connor yells at him almost as if he’s angry
during the finale ben seems like hes talking to everyone who’s ever wanted to kill themselves and it. Made me CRY
if you haven’t already watched Netflix’s Castlevania, let me give you just a few reasons why you should drop everything and go hit ‘play’:
• first of all, you don’t need to be a fan of the videogames to understand/appreciate the series. I had no idea what it was about and loved it all the same. You won’t be catapulted in a story you know nothing about: all you need to know is already in the show. So yeah, Castlevania really *is* for everyone (except little kids – it gets violent)
• the animation is simply wonderful.
I’m no expert, but the colours and the actions and the characters and the settings MY GOD THEY ARE MAGNIFICENT, THAT’S ART™.
[“okay but hOW CAN SOMEONE BE THIS TALENTED”, me, two seconds in]
• THE DIALOGUES AND THE LINES AND BASICALLY EVERYTHING SAID IN THIS SHOW ??? B R I L L I A N T.
I MEAN, THE SCRIPT IS INSANELY FASCINATING AND CLEVER AND ?? RELEVANT?? ALSO FUNNY??? I LAUGHED SO HARD I know you won’t believe me but I’m telling The Truth and screaming
• as I said, it is a bit violent and gory, but I guess it’s bearable? even for the most squeamish ones? anyway, it’s just a few scenes, promise
• remember when I mentioned the characters…? well. to say I was awe-struck would be a euphemism. Not to be dramatic, but I love them and will protect them with my life [especially one particular whip-wielding vampire hunter] just hear me out THEY ARE PRECIOUS AND FUNNY AND WELL-WRITTEN AND SO ??? REALISTIC ??? I’M DEAD. HONESTLY. CHAPEAU.
• okay now read even more carefully because this is very important: THE CAST IS EVERYTHING YOU HAVE ALWAYS DREAMED OF BUT NEVER THOUGHT YOU DESERVED.
Graham McTavish as Dracula will strike you dead and yOU WILL FUCKING PITY HIM AND HOPE HE KILLS EVERYONE IN THAT STUPID, BIGOTED COUNTRY AND YOU WON’T EVEN REALISE IT but then you’ll be introduced to the love of my life, the drunken, sassy star of the show: the exiled prince and vampire hunter Trevor Belmont. I promise, you will be like “Dracula whO??” (or that was just me, idk),
PLUS he’s voiced by Richard Armitage and I SWEAR TO GOD he’s a jewel, he’s so good at modulating his voice it hurts I should probably mention he’s also a fucking baritone and if *this* won’t make you scream “I NEED TO SEE THIS THINGY” with pure joy, I pity you.
You are missing out.
You are a bad person
I hope Trevor finds you and kicks your ass with his whip.
• seriously, all this show needs is a chance. ONE (1) CHANCE. That’s all. Just give it 25 minutes and it will blow your mind and you will end up like the rest of us, wondering how you even got into this mess and please, don’t look at me
• oh, Netflix confirmed season 2 on the day season 1 premiered and it received HUGE praises BOTH from the ignorant ones (hello, it’s me) who didn’t even know what they were doing AND from those who were already familiar or grew up with the original videogame (and cared about it) ((a lot)).
Prompt: I saw that you write imagines for Jack Frost. Would it be alright if I requested the soulmate AU where you only see color when you meet your soulmate with him, please?
Your whole life, you knew there was someone out there meant for you. Someone who would turn this dull colorless world into something breathtaking. Something amazing. And yet, as you sat in your boring Algebra II class watching the first snow of the year drift down on the quiet town, you had a feeling that waiting for that special someone was only going to get harder as time went on.
Some people waited pretty much their whole lives to find their soulmate.
Jack Frost went under the ice in a black and white world. When he resurfaced, it seemed that even his eternal afterlife was stuck in a dull shade of gray. Couldn’t the man in the moon have had some mercy on him? He had already lost so much, couldn’t he have been given one thing?
And so Jack, trapped in his dull world, tried to entertain himself as best he could by making mischief and causing snowfalls. Though only briefly, his fun-filled days kept him occupied. But after three hundred years, how much longer could he take this?
After school finally came to an end, you bundled up before venturing out into the cold. The walk home wasn’t very long, and on gorgeous days like this, you almost looked forward to it. The air around you seemed to tingle in anticipation. You didn’t know why, but today felt different. Today felt…important. It felt good.
You walked into your gray house and set your gray backpack on the gray chair. You sat through a gray dinner and watched some gray TV shows. Then, you went up to your gray room and changed into gray pajamas.
It wasn’t even until you were climbing into your gray bed that you heard the noise in the yard. Now, any sane person would write a noise like this off and get into bed. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake the feeling deep inside that something was about to change. Something big. And you hoped it had to do with your eyesight because you were getting sick and tired of varying shades of gray.
You quietly crept down the stairs and out into the yard. Your boots crunched in the fresh snow. Large white flakes drifted down all around you, some of them settling into your hair while others fell into the sheet beneath you.
“Hello?” Your voice was tentative, quiet, almost immediately swallowed up by the silence all around you. The bright full moon shone in the velvet sky, surrounded by glittering stars. Even in black and white, a night like tonight was still stunning.
You spun around, and when you did, you were met with about the last thing you expected to see. There was a spritz of sparkles in your vision and then an explosion of color. And then…there he was.
Jack couldn’t describe what had brought him to the backyard he was standing in. He couldn’t tell you if you asked why he had ventured there. But deep in his heart, he knew it was finally time. And when you turned around and his eyes met yours, the world around him burst into brilliant blues.
The way you were looking at him told him you were seeing the same thing for the first time in your life: color. And also: himself. That brought about another point. You could see him.
“You can…you can see me?” He whispered excitedly, taking a few steps closer.
In your state of shock, you could only nod as you stared into his icy eyes. They were the most amazing shade of blue you had ever seen, and they sparkled like the freshly fallen snow that was sitting all around you. His white hair was arranged in disarray, a chaotic mess that seemed to defy logic. And good God, his voice made you want to melt like an icicle in the sun.
“I-I think so, yeah. Unless this is an awesome dream, I mean. But uh, yeah. I can.” You replied. He tried to keep his cool, but he couldn’t help the thrilled smile that took over his handsome features.
“You have no idea,” his voice was hoarse and he took heavy steps towards you. You could swear there were tears in his eyes, “how long I have waited to meet you.”
“I’m (Y/N),” you told him.
“Jack. Frost.” He took a few more steps towards you. Your hands tentatively rose to his pale cheeks, warm fingers brushing against his chilly skin. You shivered, instead resting both of your hands on the fabric of his blue sweatshirt. His fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and moments later, his cold lips pressed a long kiss to your forehead. Then, after a patch of silent eye contact, you gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a real kiss. It was cold, but pleasantly so.
“Jack Frost as in the Jack Frost?”
“Yeah,” he smirked, looking down at you. His hands had found places on your cheeks, thumbs gently stroking your soft skin. No one had ever looked at you like this. Like you were their entire world. But you wouldn’t complain. You liked it more than you cared to admit. “Is that a problem?”
“Not necessarily.” You let your hands wander down his chest and then sneak around his torso. God, it felt good to let him hold you. He held you closer and tighter than anyone ever had, desperate not to let you slip away somehow. He had waited for you for centuries, and now here you finally were. He sure as hell wasn’t going to take you for granted. Ever. “As long as you can still show up in the summer and spring and fall, that is.”
He chuckled, and you fell in love with the sound of his laugh.
Daryl x Reader - Daddy's little girl (Request)[SMUT]
@daddydaryldixxon REQUEST TIME UM hey daddy daryl dixon is the best ever you could dish out some rough kinky daryl shit, showing his rugged wild side cause his no mercy vibe is pretty great 💯
Hope you like it! It took me 2 days to write it😂
WARNINGS: Smut, daddy kink, spanking, fluff
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS
I wake up with the feeling of Daryl breathe on my neck.
I smile, thinking about what we’ve done all night; the sew was so passional but also full of love
I turn into his embrance and I notice he was already awake
“good morning sunshine”
Oh god, his raspy voice is such a turn on
“good morning to you too baby” I answered before kissing him.
The innocent kiss became more sensual until Daryl get on top of me, starting a trail of kiss from my neck to my jawline
“Baby…"I try to speak between his kisses
“Daryl stop!” i say giggling
He lift his head from my neck, a smile plastered on his face: “ What is it?”
“ I promised to Olivia I help her with inventory”
I get up and start to dress up, opting for jeans and a black tank top
“ I know you’re watching me Dixon, i can feel your eyes on my back”
Daryl get up to lay on his arms: “I can’t help when you have such a beautiful ass”
Laughing I walk toward our bed and get down to give him a quick kiss:
“ To be continued, I guess” I say before walking out from our bedroom
“…And with that it’s over
I give the folder to Olivia who looks at it with a smile
” Thank you (Y/n), you saved me"
Before I could answer Spencer walks into the garage with two glasses of lemonade:
“These are from my mom” he say with a smile
“ Thank you Spencer”
Spencer get close to me:
“A beautiful girl like you deserves a treat”
“ Oh shut up Monroe” I hit playfully his shoulder while laughing
Since my arrival at Alexandria, me and Spencer became friends.
He has a thing with Rosita and he knows that Daryl is my boyfriend so he knows better on try anything with me, however I know he’s joking so we keep talking and laughing with Olivia not aware that a certain redneck was watching us
“Baby I’m home!”
I call out for Daryl, knowing that is home since it’s almost dinner time
No answer? that’s strange
I keep calling him while I head to our bedroom
Just when I step into the bedroom I’m suddenly push into the wall
“You’ve been a bad girl”
He took my hands and keep them up agains the wall
I admit that I’m turned on by this, but I’m still a little confused
“Daryl… I don’t get what are you…
He shuts me up with a rough kiss, he’s tongue was fighting for dominance with mine.
While one of his hand keep mine agains the wall, the other one goes right under my jeans and panties
“Oh god…fuck yeah” I moan loudly while he starts to draw little circles on my clit
“Do you like my hands on you babygirl?
“yes…oh yeah…” I start to thrust against his hand, which speed up its movements on my clit
“Keep fucking yourself on my hand babygirl” Daryl whispers, biting and sucking on my neck
Oh god, I love this side of him
My screams and cries grow, I was so close
“Are you close baby? Is daddy making feel good?”
I couldn’t answer, from my mouth came out just screams and cries, he’s making me feel so much pleasure.
Suddenly his hand disappears:
“Why? I was so close!” I was so angry and turned on, a very dangerous mix.
“Because little girls that flirt with other pricks deserve to be punished"Daryl answerd sensually
He walks away from me, towards our bed where he sits down
His blue eyes are so dark and hungry, I have to bite my lips to not moaning
Daryl patted his legs before adding: “Undress and come lying down on daddy, babygirl”
I was so turned on that I almost tear off my clothes
Once I lay down on Daryl’ legs, he starts to massage my butt, trailing his hand down to my center
“You’re so wet babygirl” he says before slap me gently on my pussy
“Daddy please!” I cry out
“Please punish me”
An hard smack collide with my left cheek, then he immediately hit the other one.
It’s the first time we do something like this, and I feel so good; Daryl’s hands are so big and rough and that’s enough to make me wetter
“Look at you, taking your punishment like a good girl”
“Aah…daddy you’re so good to me”
I can feel Daryl’s erection under me so I decide to give him some relief.
“If you don’t behave, daddy will stop right now, babygirl”
I stop moving, wanting to feel more of those spank
After almost 20 spanks, Daryl stops and start massaging me: “You’ve been a good girl, now it’s time for your treat.
I rolled onto our bed, waiting for him to undress
Once he finished he lay down against the headboard:
“Come and ride daddy”
He hadn’t to tell me twice, I straddle him and alligned his cock to my entrance.
“Let me see how much you love my big cock”
Moaning I start to take him, moving my hips with a circular movement:
“Oh daddy… You’re so big”
Once I took him all, I start to move up and down fast, I need to feel him
He roughly takes my breast into his hands:
“These beautiful tits are mine” he says before licking them
“oh fuck yes baby, they’re yours”
Watching and feeling him playing with my breast encourage me to grind harder and faster.
“Look at you taking daddy’s cock… You’re so beautiful babygirl” he moans After a particular hard thrust.
We were so close to our high, the only noises are our moans and screams.
Suddenly, Daryl pushed me on the bed and straddle me:
“This pussy is mine” and with that, he enters me again
“Yes daddy, I’m all yours”
“Are you going to come babygirl?”
“Yes…oh yes, please daddy, let me come”
Daryl kisses my neck once again:“Then come on daddy’s cock”
That was enough, I came so hard I almost passed out.
“Daddy, come inside me, fill me with your cum… Please daddy
With a loud scream, Daryl came hard inside of me
He slump on me, hiding his face into my neck, living little kisses, while I circle his hips with my arms.
“Wow…That was amazing! I should talk with Spencer more” I laughed
“Don’t you dare sunshine”
When he tries to move away, I tighten my hold in him: “Please stay”
“Are you sure?”
Daryl scoffed at that: “I didn’t hurt you, right?”
“No…You made me feel good”
I can feel him smile into my skin: “I love you (Y/n)” he leaves a soft kiss on my neck
One of the most liberating feelings in the world is realizing you don’t owe anyone shit
You don’t have to be friends with someone who treats you like crap even if you’ve known them your whole life. You don’t even owe them an explanation either. You get to choose who gets to be in your life. It’s a privilege, not a birth given right.
If someone is hurting you or just flat out annoying, you don’t have to give them the time of day. Please cut the shitty people out of your life and surround yourself with awesome ones who make you happy. You deserve nothing but happiness and anyone who brings you down doesn’t deserve to be in it.
AND THE LONG LIST OF SMUTS BEGINS!!
Requested by: anon
All you wanted was to hold your boyfriend’s hand as you walked to class together, the but moment your fingers laced with his he stomped away. You knew exactly why, Connor didn’t love you, he wasn’t proud of you and was only dating you in pity.
You didn’t have many friends, and to be completely honest the friends you did have wouldn’t even really notice if you disappeared. You only kept going because the look on your mom’s face when ever she sees you, it was enough love to carry you.
Than Connor Murphy came along, he cared about you, he made you feel loved, he was always there and that’s what you needed. But anytime you were out in public he kept you at arms length, you gave him everything you had, your love, your friendship, yourself, and this is what he did.
Connor called you over and over again after school, he was worried you never wanted to see him again. After three hours of you not answering he took matters into his own hands, and that’s how Connor Murphy found himself outside your widow at 6 pm. He knew your parents and siblings were out for the night, at some concert or party.
You were curled up in bed when the sound of tapping at your window nearly scared the shit out of you
"What the fuck are you doing here Connor?“
"What the fuck am I doing here? I’ve been calling you since 3!” Worry laced through his words.
"And I’ve been ignoring you since 3" your voice was so harsh and cold, Connor almost flinched.
"But, why?“ you ignored the crack in his voice.
"Oh so you want to be with me but you can’t even stand holding my hand in school. Fuck off,” you shut the window and stomped away. He slid the window back open, and tried to hold you in his arms, you pushed him hard. He felt his heart breaking, he loved you so much and his intention was never to hurt you.
"(Y/n) you don’t understand, I’m- I’m a freak!“ He yelled
"YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU ARE! THIS DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT YOU DON’T WANT TO BE WITH ME!” You screamed.
"No no no! GOD (y/n) IM TRYING TO PROTECT YOU, IF THEY SEE US TOGETHER THEYLL, they’ll hurt you. They’ll start spreading rumors and saying the most horrible things about and to you. I- I don’t want you to have to go through what I do everyday. I don’t want you to walk through those hallways with the fear I have. I don’t want you to come home from that hell and cry yourself to sleep. I don’t want you to be broken the way I am, you’re-you deserve so much more than that. I just- god I just want to protect you. I love you too much to let them hurt you because of me,“ he quickly swiped the tears out of his eyes, you could see him breaking down, the weight of all he’s gone through pulling him down.
"I don’t care what they say, I just want you. I want to show them how proud I am to be with you, I want them to see how much I love you, no matter what they’ll say, and I want that to be reciprocated, Connor!” Your voice broke, too tired to yell, you hated fighting with Connor because he already fought with his family enough.
"I am proud of you. I’m so proud to be yours, I love you so much, you’re the love of my life, your my everything. If not for you I don’t know what I’d do!“
"Than prove it,"
"Prove to me how much you love me,” you repeated. If his feelings were true you’d need proof.
"Of course,“ he nodded and made his way to you again.
"May I?” He asked before hugging you, you nodded, instantly he pulled you into the tightest hug. He buried his face in your neck and whispered in your ear
“I need you to lay on that bed, that is if you want me to prove my love,” you nodded and crawled up to your pillows.
He climbed on top of you and began leaving kisses on your neck, his hands ghosting over your sides.
"God (y/n) I don’t even know where to start! I love your hair and how fucking soft it is,“ he kissed the top of your head
"I love your eyes, and how they light up when you talk about the things you like,”
“I love your nose and how it wrinkles when you laugh,” he kissed tip of your nose
"I love you lips, for obvious reasons,“ he kissed you passionately. He slowly named everything about you as every reason why he loved it, mixing in parts of your personality as well, while also removing all of your clothing.
"I’ve never see a more beautiful woman in my life, you’re perfect inside and out. You make me happier than I’ve ever been and I want to make you as happy as I am when I’m with you,” he whispered as he began leaving kisses up your thighs, you two had never gone this far but the view of him between your legs was enough to convince you.
"God I love you, I’m so proud to be yours, you, you deserve so much more than me,“ he whispered as he got closer to your core, you were about to deny his words but you were muted by his tongue licking up your slit.
"C-Connor,” you moaned reaching up to him.
"Shhhh, tonight’s for you darling,“ he murmured against the smooth skin of your thigh.
His tongue dipped between your legs and rubbed against your clit, you bucked your hips against his face. He let out a Low almost condescending chuckle, and began eating you out. His tongue flicking against your clit, you were on fire. Slowly his hand ascended up your thigh, and two of his fingers pushed inside of you. Your body was over whelmed with the contact, you needed something to ground you, something to hold on to, you tangled you hands roughly in his brown curls. The closer he got you to his orgasm, the harder you pulled his hair, and the harder you pulled his hair the more he moaned.
"Fuck. Oh fuck, I want to say that hurts but ohmmmm it feels so good,” he moaned, embarrassment laced between his voice. "Oh god (y/n) please Jesus that’s so hot,“ it became apparent that the more turned on he got from you pulling his hair, moaning, and riding his face, the faster he ate you out.
"Oh. Oh god, Connor. OH Jesus I - I’m close,” your voice was rising and you could feel Connor slowing down, possibly out of exhaustion or wanting to hold out on you.
"Tut tut tut, you think I’m just going to let you get off that fast, looks like the jokes on you sweetheart,“ his voice was deep and the inflection in his tone only made you want him more. His fingers slid into you slowly and he dragged them against your G-Spot, he kept doing this, slowly. Too slow, it was quick enough to make your legs shake with pleasure, but so slow that they couldn’t build. In between each caress was enough time for the previous to fade away. You were a mess, begging, pleading for more, you just wanted him, and he teased you instead.
"Y-you’re an asshole,” you stuttered, he cocked his eyebrows and sped up his fingers. You through your head back in response, Connor took this time to dive back into you, his tongue licking all the way up your core. Than he dragged his teeth over your clit, giving it more pressure than he tongue could. You’re hips were lifting off the mattress, Connor slid his shoulders under your thighs, lifting you up gently.
"God Connor, where the fuck did you learn to do this?“ You asked as you felt him take a small break.
"I don’t know (y/n) I guess I just know your body, on the outside, to the in,” he winked on the last word, dragging his fingers against your walls. You laid you head back and gripped his hair again.
“You close doll?” You could only nod in response.
“Alright enough teasing than,” he pushed another finger into you and curled them, as if he was trying to beckon your orgasm out. You hummed with pleasure, his mouth and fingers moving in unison against the most sensitive parts of you body. A familiar pressure built up within you, your body yearned for both Connor and a release.
"Oh god. OH GOD. C-Connor fuck, I’m close. I’m so close. God I love you. Fuck,“ your voice rising with every word.
He looked up and smiled, "I wanna hear you scream my name, baby."
"Connor, OH GOD CONNOR PLEASE OH MY, CONNOR IM SO FUCKING CLOSE,” than you felt it, all of the pressure in your body released at once like a dam breaking and a wave crashed against the shores of your body. Hormones flowed through you and your heart was beating rapidly, and it was beating for Connor. He proved you wrong, and you were okay with that.
You felt your favorite blanket be pulled over your naked body, hiding your bare skin from everyone but him.
"I know you don’t see it but you’re the best thing that’s every happened to me, you’re my reason for holding on, when my parents fight, when my sister and I fight, when the asshats at school call me a freak and tell me to kill myself. It’s always you. You protect me, you’re always here, ready to hold me and tell me that I’ll be okay, you’re always there for me when their words start to break me. And I’m so broken darling. And I just, I just don’t want that for you. But if you really want to, I’ll open up to you in school, just, just be patient. I don’t like letting them see my weakness, I don’t like them seeing the things that make me vulnerable,“ he whispered in your ear, the tips of his fingers skating smoothly on your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He held you tightly in his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead and every once in a while telling you he loved you. Maybe for some it would seem boring or typical but for you it was perfect.
Summary: Sam is hurt by a monster and the reader takes care of him. (Not smut this time, my lovelies. Sorry!)
“Is he okay?” Dean asks, his gaze flickering up to his rearview mirror as he sped down the nearly empty road.
“I’m fine,” Sam mutters in response, but you shoot him a look, warning him not to speak.
“We’re keeping pressure on the wounds until we can get them stitched, but if you don’t get your ass in gear, things could turn south real quick,” you inform his brother, keeping one of a twin set of wounds held shut with your hands and staunching the blood flow with a torn piece of your shirt.
“It’s not… not that bad,” Sam disagrees. “She’s overreacting.”
“I’m about to overreact with a foot in your ass if you don’t shut up,” you snap, gnawing nervously on your lip as Dean continues to speed down county back roads in an effort to get back to the motel quicker.
“That’s not even physically possible,” Sam mutters, and you ache to just slap a hand over his mouth and keep him from talking, so that he can save his energy.
“We’re here,” Dean says as he makes a final turn into the motel parking lot, snapping into park before killing the engine.
He’s in that back seat with you and Sam within seconds, helping his brother out of the car amidst groans of pain from Sam.
“Careful,” you warn, managing your way out of the seat while maintaining a firm pressure over his chest where the flesh is ripped open. “Sam, can you walk?”
“Yeah, it’s just a few scratches; I’m okay,” he tries to lie, but you can see how much he’s actually struggling.
Dean unlocks the door and props it open while helping guide Sam through, and you help him make it the rest of the way to the bed as Dean closes the blinds and locks the door.
Carefully, you lay him down on his back, moving one hand from his chest to brush it over his forehead and check for a fever.
“You’re not warm,” you inform him as Dean walks in with the necessary tools to patch his brother up and copious amounts of alcohol. “You doing this or me, Dean?”
“I can do it,” he states, and you nod as he cuts away Sam’s shirt. You don’t have the time to check him out, not while he’s in such danger.
“Do his side first, so he can relax a little. I’ve got this one,” you tell Dean, checking the wound you were covering to see if it’s still bleeding.
“Ready, Sammy?” Dean asks, and Sam manages a groan of pain back. “Drink up.”
After helping Sam to take a large drink of whiskey, Dean sets to work patching his brother up, closing the large gash with quick but steady movements.
Sam grunts in pain occasionally, and his silence starts to worry you. His eyes are squeezed shut, his breathing short and hands clenched tightly.
“Sam, you okay?” you ask, keeping the wound closed with one hand while sliding the other along his cheek and into his hair.
His eyes flicker open, catching and holding yours for a moment.
“That feels good,” he states, tilting his head into your grip slightly.
“There, one side is done,” Dean says, offering his brother another large gulp of alcohol.
You move out of the way carefully, letting Dean take over holding the wound, and both of your hands move to Sam’s head.
His eyes close once again, and you slowly rub his temples with your thumbs, scratching the back of his head with your remaining fingers gingerly.
“God, [Y/N], that feels so good,” he repeats, his voice thick and lined with pain as Dean worked his healing magic.
“Shh, I know,” you tell him, watching Dean as he finished off his job.
“You need to get cleaned up and then rest,” Dean states as he begins to clear away his tools. “We can head back for the bunker in the morning, after we’ve all had some sleep.”
“Dean, get yourself cleaned up, I’ve got Sam,” you toss him the key to your room, the one right next to this one. “Go ahead, I barely got hit by anything, and you’re covered in blood still.”
“You sure you’ve got him?” he asks, looking to his brother.
“Yeah, I’ll get him washed up and in bed,” you return, giving him a nod.
He ventures out toward your room, taking the whiskey with him, and you look at Sam.
“You think you can manage to get up?” you ask him, tracing a fingertip over his nose.
You’ve always been one for little touches, a brush here, a nudge there, the occasional cuddle during a movie. It makes you feel better to know that you can physically feel them, that they are real and beside you.
“Yeah,” he finally answers, his voice thick. You help him to sit up, supporting his weight as he took a few seconds to steady himself. “[Y/N], I’m okay. I can shower.”
“You and Dean both play so tough all the time, but I know that you’re hurt. I’m not, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make things easier for you,” you tell him, letting him drape an arm over your shoulders as he took achingly slow steps to the bathroom.
He finally makes it, and you let him lean against the sink as you get the water ready.
“I can do this,” he gestures you out, and you give him a knowing look.
“You can?” There’s no sense of humor in your voice. “Show me.”
He groans lowly as he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down, the movement making his chest burn with pressure. He looks up at you, as though trying to convince you that the simple act was enough proof that he was okay.
“All of it, Sam,” you tell him, and he falters for a moment.
“[Y/N], I can’t just do this with you watching me,” he finally admits. You sigh.
“Sam, this really isn’t the best time to get gooey and admit our feelings for each other,” you explain, slinking an arm around his hips to urge his pants down. “You need to get showered and then relax, we can talk after you lay down.”
His hazel eyes hold yours for a few long seconds, and then he nods. You exhale in relief and get him undressed, trying not to give too much attention to what’s below the belt.
“Come on,” you tell him, making him walk toward the shower and helping him in. “Can you stand by yourself for thirty seconds?”
He agrees in a tight voice, and you quickly strip down to just a bra and underwear, since you were dirty and could use this shower as well.
You slip into the shower in front of him, and his gaze travels down your body unabashedly.
“Hey, you okay?” you ask him, reaching up to his shoulder when he sways. “Don’t you fucking fall on me, I can’t catch you.”
“I’m okay, [Y/N],” he repeats, leaning his head back against the tiled shower wall. “Just give me a few seconds.”
You groan as you use some of the scented body wash left for your shower courtesy of the motel, carefully moving over his chest and abdomen to clean the wounds without tearing any stitches.
“Still with me?” you ask him, noticing that his eyes are closed. “Sam? Sam, I need you to talk to me.”
“I’m here,” he croaks as your hands move to his back to wash him. “[Y/N], does this seriously not affect you at all?”
“Sam, you’re asking the wrong questions at the wrong time,” you tell him, kneeling down to smooth some soap over his gorgeously long legs. “Like I said, let me get you cleaned up, and once you’re laying down we can get mushy and admit our feelings.”
“But there are feelings?” he asks, grunting when you catch a deep bruise on his hip.
“Sam, yes, goddamn it,” you state, shaking your head as you look up at him. “Now just shut up and stop wasting your energy. Let me take care of you.”
“You’re a bossy nurse,” he murmurs and you stand up, angling him under the spray of water so that his hair gets wet.
“I’m fucking scared, Sam!” you snap, and his eyes widen slightly at the tone of your voice. “There, I said it. I’m fucking terrified right now because I’m worried you’re gonna fall out on me and hurt yourself more. I’ve never seen you like this because of a hunt, Sam, and I know you’re trying to play it off as less than it really is but you’re seriously wounded!”
“[Y/N],” he breathes, watching as you shifted behind him so that you can shampoo his hair without having to look him in the eyes.
The rest of the shower is spent in silence, and once you finally get him clean, you turn off the water and dry his chest off gently before he wraps the towel around his waist.
“Come on, let’s get you in bed,” you tell him softly, guiding his form toward the motel bed carefully. You help him to lower onto it and lay down, tucking the covers around him gingerly. “I’m gonna get dressed and then we can talk, okay?”
He nods and you sigh softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes before placing a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose.
It takes a few minutes to get dressed and brush out your hair, then brush your teeth, but eventually you return to Sam, who lays patiently waiting.
“Okay,” you sigh as you sit down beside him, and he shuffles until his head lays in your lap. You smile slightly and brush your fingers through his hair. “So, I’ll start. You need to rest for at least a few minutes.”
He nods once, his hand moving to settle on your shin.
“There’s always been something there, Sam,” you tell him as you continue to smooth your fingers through his hair. “Always. But I didn’t want to make things weird, and I’m already a pretty touchy person as it is. You never said to stop, but you never really gave an indication to continue, either. Whatever, that’s the past.”
He listens quietly, thumb sliding back and forth across your flesh.
“Anyways, I was content with how we were. I was okay with just being your friend, knowing that there wasn’t going to be anything past that,” you try to explain. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. God, I still love you. But I was just happy to be around you. I’ve thought about this all a lot, Sam. I’ve had years to get used to this, so when you sit here and ask me if I feel things, like… Like you think that I don’t feel them… I do. I just… I’ve gotten used to them, and I’ve gotten really good at hiding them, I think. So yes, I feel things for you, and yes I love you. I don’t know what happened to change your mind all of a sudden and want to know, but the answer is yes, Sam.”
You exhale quietly, feeling a weight lift from your chest with your admission.
“I almost lost you,” he whispers, and you give a choked laugh.
“You’re the one who was practically dying in my arms and you say that you almost lost me?” you ask.
“I let you talk, now let me,” he states, looking up at you. Your cheeks flush the slightest pink, and he swallows. “I was always too scared to say anything. Like you said, you’re a touchy person, and I couldn’t figure out where the line was. I couldn’t tell if it was friendly or flirty most of the time.”
A small smile creeps to your face.
“I didn’t want to be mistaken or assume the wrong thing,” he squeezes your shin lightly, since it was the only part of you he was touching. “But when that werewolf hit me, I realized that could be it. I realized that I could’ve died without ever knowing for sure. I realized that if I died, I would have spent all of eternity regretting never telling you that I loved you.”
A small smile crawls to your lips again, and your fingers move to trace his strong jaw.
“So, here it is,” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “[Y/N], I love you.”
“I love you too, Sam,” you whisper, sliding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Now get some rest. We can work this out as we go, starting tomorrow.”
“Can I kiss you just once tonight?” he asks, and you grin tiredly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His lips are soft and his taste sweet, his eyes flickering closed as you pull away.
“There, now get some rest, please,” you tell him. “I’ll be right here beside you.”
“Don’t go anywhere,” he requests, and you brush a hand through his hair.
“I won’t,” you tell him, and his body relaxes with that piece of information.
“I love you, [Y/N],” he whispers, and a smile greets your lips as you continue to smooth down his hair.