i mean jfc these two

tfw half a fucking fandom leaves bc a ship they don't like became canon
  • Max: *talks about liking skater boys because they're 'so cute doing their tricks'*
  • Max: *listens to Justin telling her how Chloe used to skate with them*
  • Max: *finds old photo of Chloe skating and reminisces about how this is the Chloe she remembers*
  • Me: ...
  • Me: YOU

so I haven’t worked in a year and I got used to like 7 hours a week of Stuff To Do and now I’ve got a job where I’m gonna be doing a twelve hour shift followed by a six hour break for sleep and then up again at about three in the morning for a fifteen hour shift on a weekend when I’ll only have been working there for like five days 

*Spoiler-ish for season 12*

Imagine being Sam’s girlfriend and giving him the TLC he desperately deserves after the traumatic British MOL event. Like, cleaning his wounds with the most gentle touch you can muster, constantly and in a soft voice assuring him that he’s doing great even though he grits his teeth and breathes in sharply from the stinging pain. Then running him a warm bubble bath and saddling up next the tub on your knees to help clean him up, your eyes tender and your hands not going anywhere until Sam gives you the okay (and you’d even ask “are you sure?” a few times just to be safe.) I can imagine him asking you to wash his hair, something he’d always taken comfort in you doing. You’d oblige, softly directing him to tilt his head back as you fill a large cup up with fresh, warm water from the tap.

After thoroughly drenching his soft locks, you’d reach for an apple scented shampoo and squeeze a generous amount into one palm and lather up your hands, gently smoothing them through Sam’s hair to soap it up. You’d pay special attention to his scalp, softly dragging your fingernails over the parts that make Sam sigh and lean into your touch like a cat looking for attention. Sam would look at you through hooded eyes, silently thanking you with a tiny, lethargic, close-lipped smile. After rinsing his hair out, you’d both stand, you holding up a clean, fluffy white towel for him wrap around himself.

Back in your shared room, you’d pull out a fresh pair of boxers, flannel pajamas pants, and a soft, worn tee, handing them to Sam as he stands close to you, just watching in silence. You’d give him a small, reassuring smile before walking over to the dresser to grab a brush. Once dressed, you’d guide Sam to the bed, sitting him in the side and then climbing up behind him, your knees pressed up against his outer thighs as you sit back on your haunches. You’d pull the brush through his hair, gently loosening the knots until everything’s smooth.

After that, you’d lie down, opening your arms as an invitation. Sam wouldn’t hesitate, because he knows he can be vulnerable with you. He’d lie his head on your chest, listen to the steady, strong lubbdubb lubbdubb of your heartbeat and wrap his arms around your middle to hold you as close as humanly possible. His breathing would falter and at first he’d try to hide it, try to play it off, but he knows it’s pointless. He’d be grateful when you don’t say anything that indicates you noticed, instead just hugging him closer to you and running a gentle hand through his still-damp hair, the weight of it comforting and soothing.

You wouldn’t ask if he was okay, because you knows he’s not, and he’d probably just say yeah to hide the fact anyway. No, you’d just lay with him in silence, letting him use you for comfort, for the solidarity he’s looking to stand on. And while he slowly falls into state of sleep, you lie there, wide awake and staring up at the ceiling, mind reeling with the thought of inflicting the same pain to the person responsible for trying to break your reason for fighting.

Because no one messes with Sam fuckin’ Winchester and ever gets away with it.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

MAGcon Preference #1

Mornings Part 1

Cameron: A sweet aroma filled your nose as you slowly got up and sat up straight in your bed. “Goodmor-” you cut yourself of when you realised that you were laying alone in your bed. You got out of bed and went downstairs. The house seemed completely empty. “Cam?” you called. “I’m in the kitchen.” You walked in the kitchen and were immediately greeted by the wonderful aroma of pancakes and fresh coffee filled your nose. “Wow” you gasped as you noticed the homemade buffet he had just set up. “Good Morning, beautiful.” he said as he walked passed you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. You just stood there in awe thinking to yourself how you ended up with such a perfect boyfriend. “Are you going to join me?” “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You sat down and had breakfast right after the two of you said grace.

Matt: 11:48 AM, you read on the clock and let out a sigh. You turned the TV off and went back upstairs to wake Matt up. “Matt” You yelled. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” you whispered to yourself. You sat down on the bed next to him and shouted his name one last time to see if he would wake up. He jumped up in surprise and almost fell off the bed. You started laughing uncontrollably. When you finally caught your breath you noticed that he was staring at you with a straight face. “You done?” he asked and you nodded. “Why did you do that!” he shouted and made strange hand gestures and a silly face. “Because you were being an asshole.” “I was being an asshole!?!? You just scared me half to death.” You both started laughing at his sudden lash out. “You promised me that we would have breakfast at ihop.” you said as you pouted. “Okay, let me get ready and we’ll go.” “What? Matt, it’s too late for breakfast now.” “It’s never too late for breakfast.”

Shawn: You were awoken by a soft tune. You opened your eyes slowly and saw Shawn playing his guitar on the patio. You walked outside and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He smiled and continued playing like it was the most simplest thing in the world. You sat down in front of him with your chin in your hands as you watched him play. “She looks so perfect standing there in my American Apparel underwear.” He sang softly. You were singing along with him in your head when you realised that you were currently in only a large T-shirt and you got his joke and you could see the smirk on his face. “Oh haha very funny, Shawn” you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “They’re not American Apparel either, smartass.” You yelled behind you as you walked away, still laughing.

Aaron: “Y/N. Y/N, Y/N.” Aaron said repeatedly while poking your sides. “What, Aaron. It’s early.” “No it’s not, you’re just being lazy.” “Ugh” you said as you pulled the covers over your face and tried to get back to sleep. You felt the weight on the bed get lighter and heard footsteps. After a while you heard footsteps again, you poked the top of your head from under the cover and saw Aaron with a bucket of ice cream in front of him. “Are you serious? You know that’s not healthy right?” He continued eating the ice cream while watching TV with a blank expression on his face. “Did you bring me a spoon?” “Here you go.” he said as he handed you the spoon. You scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder while the two of you enjoyed your ice cream and the movie.

Sammy: You were tossing and turning unable to fall asleep. You grabbed your phone to check the time. 4:13 AM. You let out a tired sigh. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t sleep.” “Why not?” “If I knew why I wouldn’t be awake right now.” “I can help you.” Before you could react to what he said you found his lips on the crook of your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. A soft moan escaped your mouth. His lips traveled from your neck to your breasts and to your lips. As the kiss got heated you found yourself sitting on his lap and he was taking off what little clothes you had on. The room was filled with grunts and moans. You let out a loud moan as you both climaxed. You layed on top of him as you both panted heavily. “Sam, I don’t think that helped.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that now I’m even more awake than I was before.” “Does that mean that you’re ready for round two?” jfc Dear Lord forgive me for i have sinned.