its ok sam i do that too

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Guys I know that Sleepykinq is your idol and I want to say that he is an idol for me too (even princecahin, all my friends are) but please this dosn’t mean that you can came to me to ask only about him
I’m talking about princechain too that he got a lot of asks like “where is skrill?” or “is he ok?” “why he is not online?!” we can’t tell ALL about him, what he is doing, why he did that, why he didn’t and bla bla bla. I am Spacy not Skrill, nice to meet you. I show you my friend Sam, he isn’t skrill too! it was nice to meet US ?
good.
Now please is it ok sOME TIME asking about other friends but not always.
Sleepykinq is not the only one animator there is more and more, obv he is a really awesome artist and its ok if you think it! but just try to do not think ONLY about him
don’t relate EVERYTHING about him (or mystery :/) Its really rude and annoying.
about the thing “I WATCHET/FOLLOW/ SUBSCRIBED ON YOU ‘CAUSE YOU WAS IN A VIDEO OF SLEEPYKINQ” please just don’t
don’t do it- an artist can be offended about that, it can be ok “I like your art” the end. There is no need to “I do this for sleepykinq” really.

No Regrets (Part 3)

So it turns out I’m a people-pleaser. I was thinking of posting it during the weekend but all the great comments from you have only spurred me on!


Word count: 2.1k+ (you’re welcome!)

Warnings: Some angst, swearing.

A/N: Say hello to Natasha, the Avengers’ cheerleader!


Remember PART 2?

Well, let’s kick it off with a flashback!

Originally posted by avasparks

Originally posted by cityofsourwolfrunners


Director Nick Fury’s Office


‘So it appears that there are a couple of punks that are up to no good. They’ve been spotted shopping for radioactive elements in India’ There are only Fury, Rogers and Barnes in the room. Best keep in small, Fury thought to himself.


‘Are they planning an attack?’ Steve was showing concern in his voice.
‘That’s what we don’t know. But why else would you be looking around for those elements? They’re-‘
He reaches for the phone and presses a few buttons. ‘Y/N? Can you bring me the files of those guys in India?’ He ends the call and turns to Steve and Bucky. ‘Gentlemen. Let’s take five’ and just like that he’s out of the room.


Steve turns to Bucky, a devilish smile spreading across your face.


‘So… I’ve spent some time with Y/N today’ That got Bucky’s attention. He looks at Steve, unsure on where he’s going with his story.
‘There are no men in her office, barely any in the lab, none in Fury’s department. I cannot imagine where she’d found a guy to ask out!’
‘Just drop it, Steve, I’m sure she would just want to move on…’
‘I can’t let it go, you know that, that’s not my style’ he smiles and stands up from the chair and strides towards the large window, taking in the view of the city.

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anonymous asked:

I just sent you that anon about Sam retweeting. Now that I think about it, it may not be the smartest thing for him to do. Given the amount of speculation that it's triggered, a retweet would be the ultimate confirmation (midnight, in bed) and somehow I think they're not QUITE ready to move that quickly yet. So I will die of joy if he does, but it's ok if not too. Either is good.

yES YES I think you’re right anon. Come on Sammy boy, be brave. We’ve gotchu!! 

anonymous asked:

I think this whole fandom actually needs to take a deep breath. Sam travelled - great, he was in Dubai - good for him. This turned into such a big unnecessary topic again (all of a sudden the ex-ES care again too). Everybody knows about the possibility that Sam could have met his gf somewhere thanks to his social media silence, but that's all we "know". It's not needed to know more. All this speculation about destinations and what this means for his relationship is way too shippery for me.

You are probably right, Anon. Speculation about Sam’s personal life is probably not the best occupation of my time. I do, however think it’s ok to debunk ES theories that always try to find some far-fetched reason for why Sam might not be spending his personal time with his gf.

I put a lot of brakes on myself as far as speculation goes. I do this because I know my blog is public - even if it is not widely read. I respect Sam and his choices. I’m also very happy for him and have been since about last September when it became apparent to me that they were serious. All the traveling each of them has done to make sure they spend as much time as possible together is very telling.

I want to reiterate that it isn’t shipping if the two people are actually in a relationship. The ES like to say that Sam hasn’t “claimed” Mac publicly yet but that is ignoring the New York Magazine article saying she is his girlfriend, the Just Jared picture and post saying it and the Baftas Scotland, Oscar week photos and the family wedding weekend.

People don’t make formal announcements that they are dating. They just show up at places together. When they are serious they tend to try to stay under the radar so they can be a normal couple. That’s what’s going on here and I have no problem saying it.

What you won’t see from me are posts centered around MacKenzie because my blog is about Outlander and Sam.

anonymous asked:

I'm disappointed in you. You've said before you understand shippers and all you are doing is celebrating. Celebrating with the wrong crowd too. It's sad to see you like this now IMHO

Right ok 🙄 do you really want to know why I’m happy (not celebrating just happy)?! Aside from the fact that it’s finally out there, Sam is happy and that hopefully now Queen Cait has spoken the bullying will end….this is going to sound selfish but whatever…. Ive gone through an incredible amount of crap in this fandom since last July just because I stopped believing in Sam and Cait and believed Sam was with someone else. I have lost friends through it all even yesterday one of my closest said she couldn’t talk to me anymore and that hurt me more than anything else before. It hasn’t helped my mental health at all either so I’m just happy all of that I went through wasn’t to waste. I know I’m not the only one that went through crap so kudos to anyone else that did too… but I just had to say it. My personal wish now is that we all come together and support Sam and Cait in their individual lives and be happy for them.

As for the wrong crowd I assume you mean the NSTs who reblog me and vice versa. I sound like a broken record but they have been nice to me so why shouldn’t I talk to them?! It’s my blog.

Playing A Dangerous Game - Dean x Reader

Warning - There will be smut by the end :) I will put up a warning before it starts


contains mentions of blood

…….

As you sat in Ellen’s bar, nursing your whiskey, the now half empty bottle to your side. Feet up on the table leaning back in your chair as you watch the pair at the bar, you’ve never felt anger like this towards your friend. 

*I actually want to rip her hair out!* you sigh tearing your eyes from the scene before you. 

You see Sam tapping away on his laptop completely oblivious to the world around him. Ellen cleaning a few tables throwing Jo as many dirty looks as you were. 

You’d known Jo since you were kids, you always considered the girl as your sister. She knew your deepest secrets,  including your feelings for the hunter sat in front of her with whom she was flirting. 

You throw back another shot before refilling your glass.  

You can feel Jo’s eyes on you, glaring at her you stand from your table, snatching your glass and bottle you move to the pool table. After slamming both glass items on the rim of the table,  you begin to rack the balls.

As you smash several balls into the pockets, you see a figure approach. Your eyes not leaving the table,  you add a little more force than needed as you sink another ball. 

“Mind if I have a game?” She asks quietly 

You throw the cue down onto the table, the noise causing all heads to turn towards you both. You look down at her, eyes blank and hollow. 

“Knock yourself out” you reply grabbing your drink and bottle. 

“Y/n…” She calls after you, her footsteps following you. She touches your arm as you reach your table again, sliding your bottle on it.

“What?” You snarl quietly spinning to face her, glass still in hand. 

“You know I’m just playing right?” She asks eyes full of worry 

You chuckle angrily,  "does he know that?“ You snap quietly “You’re playing a dangerous game Joanna-Beth!“ 

“We weren’t doing anything y/n, we were talking about…”

“Hey Jo, why don’t you come pour me another drink?” You hear Dean shout from behind you. Your eyes snap shut momentarily before the open once more now filled with venom 

“The bottles right there Dean” she calls back her eyes pleading with you .

“Yeah but I like it better when you do it” he said in that drunk sexy voice he used whilst flirting. As soon as the words left his mouth you felt you world fall apart.  He wanted Jo….every muscle in your body tensed.  

You gripped your hands into fists forgetting you were still holding your drink, causing the thin glass tumbler to shatter in your hand, glass shards piercing your skin.

You felt the blood trickle down your fingers to the floor.

You hear a gasp from Jo and Sam jumping from his table.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed grabbing your hand, you were shocked at the sight of your now completely red hand, blood almost pumping from the large wound on your hand. But you kept your face neutral, as you saw Dean run over from the bar. 

Ellen came rushing over, bar towels in hand. You were taken into the back room. You see your whiskey bottle appear before you, being held by a male right hand with a silver ring on the third finger. 

You grab the bottle without looking up at him, gulping some down before handing it over to Sam who was getting tweezers and a needle ready.

He poured the alcohol over the open gashes making you hiss, before handing back. You down another mouthful. 

“Come on, I don’t need a god damn audience” you mutter bringing the bottle back to your lips. Dean moved to take it away. 

“Touch my bottle and I won’t be the only one Sam stitches up today!“ 

An eerie silence falls over the room except the sound of the youngest Winchester and his first aid kit. 

“Y/n, don’t you think you should at least slow down?  That bottle was already half empty before we got in here” Ellen tries to reason. 

You laugh “no I do not, but don’t worry mom, I’m just peachy” her lips turn up at the sides at you calling her mom, like you did as a child. Your mother was killed by a monster which led to you being brought up in this world and Ellen was the closet thing you knew to a mother. 

“Ok I’m ready to start” Sam says shifting closer to your left arm. 

The sober you trapped in booze filled box somewhere in your head, sent a silent prayer of thanks that you were holding the glass in you left arm. 

*at least I can still shoot*

You turn your head away as Sam begins to remove the pieces, unfortunately you turn to see Dean sitting in, well straddling a chair next to you. You groan, Ellen by the door and Jo in the middle of the floor looking between you and Dean. You roll your eyes, here you were in pain, and they were still eye fucking

“Why don’t you two go back to the bar? Don’t let us disturb you” you say to yourself in your head with a silky sweet voice. 

Everyone pauses, looking at you. Oh….apparently….not to yourself. Damn booze. 

“Y/n…” Jo began,  you stopped her with a look. 

You weren’t usually a bitchy drunk, you tended to be a quiet drunk unless provoked but you were hurting. In more ways that one. 

Sam broke everyone’s silence by clearing his throat. 

“Uh..y/n, pour” he gestures to your hand. 

You groan, hesitating knowing it gonna sting like a bitch. Dean snatches the bottle away from you as he stands up and pours it on himself, a string of curses flooding from you. Then taking a drink for himself. His back turned to you as he looked at Jo. 

*ugh I’m gonna throw up they carry on*

“Dear god Sammy what are doing?! Digging for gold?” You mumble

Ellen walked to the seat Dean had, and she pats you on the knee. You give her a small smile, but remain quiet except for the odd wince. 10 minutes passed.

All heads snapped around when Sam swore

“A piece has splintered off, it’s too deep I can’t get to it” he swore again mopping up blood. 

You must have stared to look pale as Jo mentioned possibly getting you some sugar. You were bleeding badly, the alcohol in your system thinning the blood.

Everyone looked at each other, everyone except you who knew what they were thinking. Hospital. 

“Not gonna happen” you state before anyone could even suggest it. You watched your grandmother die in hospital, your father too. You’d grown to fear them terribly. 

“Y/n..” Sam began 

“No Sam! Now I don’t care what you have to do! Do it! Or I’ll cut it out myself” you threaten grabbing your pen knife from your pocket and slamming it down on the table. 

Sighing he agreed, it wouldn’t be the first time you all cut each other open, for a bullet or something else. You felt suddenly sober. You didn’t know if it was the loss of blood or the knowledge of what was coming next but you were suddenly very aware of your surroundings

Ellen went to grab more towels. Dean went to find more alcohol, unfortunately he meant for you hand. Sam went to the car to get the other kit that had a scalpel. And Jo stayed with you, neither of you spoke but you could tell she’d been crying. 

A bang of guilt hit you. If she liked Dean and he liked her, who were you to act like a child and throw a tantrum? 

You sigh deeply, “I’m sorry Jo-Jo” you whisper using her childhood nickname hoping she’ll hear you.

She does, she launches at you throwing her arms around you pulling you into a hug. You hushed her and patted her back with your good hand, before pulling away.

“You and Dean…its none of my business,  I shouldn’t have acted like that I’m sorry” she shook her head as she sank into the chair beside you, the third person to hold that seat in less than 30 minutes

“Y/n we..“ 

“Like I said,  not my business” you make clear that the last you wish to hear on the subject. She pulls you in for another hug as Dean and Ellen return. You give Ellen a smile over Jo’s shoulder but refuse to meet Dean’s eyes even though you feel them burning into you. 

You weren’t ready to tell him he had your blessing,  not that he needed it…but in all honesty he didn’t have it either way. You just felt bad for upsetting your friend. 

Sam appears at the door as Jo let’s you go.  

“You know this is going to hurt right” he asks as he sterilises the scalpel. You nod,  unable to speak

“Jo go and stand with your mom, in case I lash out” she does as you ask. 

Sam pours vodka over your hand, and asks you if you’re ready.

You meet his eye giving him a bitch face, you hold your breath and wait for the pain.

You hear a noise rip through the room and it takes you a second to realise it’s your screams. You begin to see stars 

“Oh God I’m gonna black out!” You say breathlessly

The alcohol which had seemed like such a good idea 45 minutes or so ago was now rushing to your head and stopping you from blocking out the pain. 

You see a figure rush to your side, to hold you up. You hear the chair beside you get dragged closer and feel yourself propped against something, someone.

Someone who smelt pretty good, oh god…you realised it was him. You try to pull away but you feel an arm that was wrapped around your waist tighten it’s grip. When had he put his arm around you?

You could feel Sam digging around in your hand, 

“There’s too much blood,  Ellen get over here!” You had no idea what they were doing. 

“Sorry y/n gonna have to cut again” you whimper at the statement

You hear Dean shush you calmly, his forehead rested on your head, his nose brushing the side of your face and his lips next to your ear.

“I got you its ok, deep breath” he says calmly his voice soothing you,

Another scream tears from you as Sam cut deeper. Panting in pain you feel Dean kiss your ear, then your  head.

“That’s my girl” he said holding you impossibly tighter,

Your heart swells before your thoughts drift to Jo

“Got it!” Sam smiled, “just gotta stitch you up now y/n" 

Jo excuses herself offering to get me another top. I wonder why, then you see the blood soaked sleeve.

Ellen follows offering to get me a drink.

"Oh God no! No more drink…” you shout after her.

You push against Dean, Sitting yourself up, 

“You don’t need to stay” you smile tightly at him “I’ll be fine, I’m sure Jo will be at the bar now” he frowned at you

“I’m not going anywhere” he says simply, loosening his hold but not releasing you, leaving no room for argument. You were both too much alike as you think about how you’d done the same to Jo not even 20 minutes ago. 

You watch Sam as he stitches your palm silently. 

Sam finishes and moves to wrap your hand. 

“I’ll finish that Sammy,  you go and clean up” Dean let’s you go and you suddenly feel cold,

“Thank you Sam” you whisper as he gets up. He nods, the poor thing looking exhausted as he walks to the door.

Dean takes you hand, taking a piece of gauze over the stitching. You wince as he pushes down. 

“That was really stupid you know…." 

*here we go, the ass kicking for messing with Jo*

"I told her I was sorry Dean…” the words barely heard

“What?” He frowned 

“Jo…I said I was sorry for being a bitch" 

"I was taking about your hand y/n, you could have ended up in hospital!” He was angry, oh great now he has two things to be any at you for.

 "What’s this about Jo?“ He demands

"Ugh” you rub your head with your good hand as he’s currently holding onto your injured one wrapping it up. 

“I was acting stupid, I was…come on Dean I’m drunk I don’t wanna talk about this” You plead

“You sobered up before Sam started hacking at your hand so don’t try that, acting stupid about what?” His green eyes watch you closely

“I…I was upset and I took it out on her” he wasn’t accepting that answer either. 

“Ugh fine! I saw you two at the bar and I got upset ok?! You finished?” You ask trying to put as much space between yourself and the oldest brother as you could. But when you moved to take your hand from his, his grip tightened on your wrist anchoring you in place.

“Upset bout what? Two friends talking?” He asks, his voice so calm it worried you,

You snort “well for two ‘friends’ you both looked very cosy” your jaw tightened before you forced out “but like I said to Jo, what’s going on between you and her is none of me business…”

“No it’s not” he answered instantly, that stung, more than it should have.

You nod looking away embarrassed,  blinking increasingly to try and stop the tears from falling. 

“But there’s nothing going on between me and Jo” he added pinning the bandage in place. You look back at him hesitantly

“We were talking about you, if you have to know” You frown “she was trying to convince me to ask you out” your eye widened, if you didn’t feel like an idiot before you did now. 

“She was trying to convince me you felt to same as I did” he was the one looking away now, taking great interest in your hand. 

“You flirted with her, I heard you" 

"Trying to see of she was right” he mumbled

You’d made a complete fool of yourself, tears fell from your eyes. You leaned on the table trying to hide your face. You felt him release your other hand and get up. You brought that to shield your face as well. He was going to leave, he felt something for you and you’d ruined it by being a jealous bitch.

You heard the door open and close, you don’t raise you head to look

You just try compose yourself.

After a few minutes you started to calm down. You wiped you face of a few stray tears and took a few deep breaths. You owed Jo a hell of a bigger apology than you’d given. 

You went to turn around when you saw the figure leaning with his back against the door. Looking sad. 

You were both shocked and confused, why was her still here and why was he sad? He must have read the questions on your face because he answered you. 

“I gave the kit back to Ellen and asked her to leave us a while” you swallowed a lump in your throat 

“This is my fault….if I’d have grown a pair and told you how I felt this wouldn’t have happened” he said angry at himself

“Are you kidding? You didn’t get me drunk, make me be a bitch to my best friend, shatter a glass in my hand then make me spend the next hour having it all dug and cut out! That was me!" 

"I should have told you then you wouldn’t have been drunk and angry, because you’d have been sitting beside me.” You heart fluttered “but no, I mean….son of a bitch! I’m a Winchester!  I’ve never had problems with feelings” he sighed “but you…you…I can’t even explain it. You make me feel things I never thought I could…”

You breath hitched, then you have a terrible thought,

“Oh God,  I’m still passed out aren’t I? This isn’t real, I’m going to wake up to Sam still digging through my hand….” you say to yourself. You don’t hear the boots cross the floor, or the muttering of “I’ll show you real”

But you feel him grabbing your arm and spinning you around,  you feel him pull you tight against his chest.  You feel his heartbeat thumping against your hand as he’s breathing heavily.  

And you feel him lips on yours,  kissing away all doubts.

You moan against his mouth, he takes full advantage and slips his tongue to yours. You can’t believe how good he tastes. How good he feels. You both part panting, 

“I’m crazy about you y/n” you smile up at him “hell I love you" 

You grab his face and bring it to yours pressing your lips to his before answering "I love you too,  I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you" 

He beams at you before capturing your lips again. 

*WARNING SMUT AHEAD!*

You feel something poking you in the stomach,  heat rushes to your core as you realise you’ve made him hard. 

You rub against him, making him moan into your mouth. "Fuck y/n” he grabs your ass squeezing as he suckles on your neck. 

BANG BANG

“We’re about to open, it’s going to get loud. There’s a spare room upstairs go and talk there” you thanked god wherever he was, that Ellen hadn’t just walked in. The woman you considered  mother seeing you rubbing up against someone like a bitch in heat, regardless of how much you loved him, was not something you wanted her to see.

You parted, Dean grabbed you good hand pulling you behind him, making a dash up the stairs to the spare room. Glad that he didn’t have to walk past anyone with his jeans so uncomfortably tight.

 Slamming the door behind him and locking it, he turns to you. Green eyes now almost black with lust almost made you lose balance. 

His arms are around you in seconds,  slamming his body against yours.  His lips attacking your neck, making you whimper as he marked you. You caught his ear in you teeth pulling lightly making him growl. His hand leaves your hips and comes around you front. Unbuttoning your jeans and slipping his hand in making you gasp at the sudden yet welcome intrusion.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so wet” he pants in your ear. He backs you against the door, hand still rubbing between your silky folds. Circling your clit, before dipping his finger inside of you. You both let out a moan. “Oh fuck y/n you’re soaked,  so tight, gonna feel fucking amazing” he pants in your ear, he dips his fingers hitting your g spot. Your hips jerked in response to the movement of his hand. When he inserted another finger, you completely lost it, falling apart in his arms.

You leaned up kissing him, before pushing him against the door and dropping to your knees before him.

He went to object,  but his words fell so let on his lips as you took him in your hand. 

You stroked along him in your hand,  running you thumb over his glistening head. You licked the full length of his shaft, earning a moan from above you. You repeated the action, over and over until he was squirming finally swirling your tongue around the tip before lowering your mouth over him. 

Dean hiss in pleasure, throwing his head back hitting the door causing you to giggle,  the vibrations running through his hard cock. “Oh fuck" 

 Burying his hand in you hair his guides your mouth at the speed he liked. You start to take him deeper, hitting the back of your throat 

"Fuck baby you keep that up and I’m gone”

You look up at him, eyes twinkling with mischief. He pulls you away from him, “I wanna come inside you" 

He pulls you to your feet, you kiss his neck nipping as you go. Earning a low growl from his throat. 

You pull away enough to rid him of his t-shirt, running your hands over the hard muscle. He practically rips you top and bra from your body. 

Rubbing his hands over your supple breasts causing you to throw your head back. He immediately dropped his head and took your breast in his mouth. He sucked, hard, your back arching in response as he teased the nipple. 

"Dean, need you” you beg. He takes me further encouragement. Pushing your already open jeans and panties down your legs and you step out of them. He rids himself of his remaining clothes, as you both stand there taking each other in.

He rushed forward,  pulling you to him claiming your lips as he, ran his hands down your back, over your ass giving a gentle squeeze before grabbing the back of your thighs hoisting your legs around his waist. 

You feel his hard cock brush over your sensitive core, making you gasp and roll your hips to get more friction.  Dean drops his head back a moan leaving his throat. 

He lowers you onto the bed, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. You were squirming,  you needed to feel him. You felt him smile against your skin.

“Dean please, I need” you pant

“What do you need? Tell me baby, tell me what you need” he asks his lips still burning a path on your skin. 

“Need you inside of me, please baby”

The voice that leaves you is low and sexy,  you surprised yourself. 

He crawled up your body pulling your legs back around his waist as you feel him brush against your entrance. You whimper and push against him, his cock teasing you, the head just pushing into your wet entrance. He entered you slowly, teasing you slowly before thrusting forward and enters you completely, causing you both you groan with ecstasy.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and scratched down his back as he set a slow pace, your bodies moving together perfectly. 

Your movements become more hectic, more intense. Dean picks up his speed thrusting into you fast and hard. 

“Christ sweetheart, so tight, so fucking perfect” he pants into your ear

“Fuck Dean! I’m so close baby” you whimper as you bite on his shoulder. He grunts picking up his speed once more, moving at an almost inhuman pace.  His hips slamming into you, his pelvic bone grazing your clit,  the coil in your stomach impossibly tight. 

“Come for me baby” he reaches and flicks his finger over your clit sending you flying over the edge, screaming his name as you clench around his cock

“Fuck y/n” He shuddered, his own orgasm consuming him, grunting as he collapses on top of you. 

He smiles at you, “that was…”

“Long overdue?” You offer causing you both to laugh

“I was going to say awesome, but yeah, long overdue too” he kisses you deeply “I love you”

“I love you too Dean” you whisper against his lips as he rolls pulling you on top of him

anonymous asked:

If it's true that on twitter you can find lots of Sam's only fans, then it's true too that here on tumblr there are plenty that are Cait's only fans, who consider her a queen and Sam the dumb peasant lucky enough to be close by. And as long as he does something that shows his love for her, they consider him ok. The moment some fuckery happens they show their true colour and he's back being considered an asshole. That's how it works here.

I love them both and no matter what. I don’t care what others think. 

If I have to be honest, then I do love Sam more, but I do admire Cait’s class and kindness. 

I’ve just never felt as much interest for her as I feel for Sam, but that doesn’t mean I’m a “Sam only” or that I hate Cait. I certainly don’t.

I could never hate any of them, they’re both very good and nice human beings, flaws and all. 

anonymous asked:

Steve, Bucky, Sam (fmk too please)

Ok. Not gonna do fmk, bc they are all like family to me. So no. Buuut:
Trainer: BUCKY! Bc i could learn so much from @buckykingofmemes, he already taught me the murder strut, and I’ve made board members cry. Its amazing
Elevator: Sam, bc @falconmemes is birbdad and its always fun spending time with him
And the lab partner: Steve! Bc @memecaptainsteverogers and i could spend the whole time inventing new jello goodnes

Of heartbreaks and goodbyes

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!OC x Sam Wilson

Warnings: Lot of cursing, sad af.

Summary: Alice’s story with Captain America didn’t end in the best way possible, all thanks to her powers that most of the time seem like a burden. When Sam Wilson enters her life, the world seemed to light up. Unfortunately, a mission goes south and she is not prepared for what happens next.


Originally posted by buddyineedyou

Originally posted by jesseejones

Originally posted by pandasubaru

New York City, a year ago.

It was getting pretty late, and neither Alice nor her boyfriend waited for someone. Sam Wilson, Alice’s boyfriend was fast asleep from a few hours ago; the avenging life was exhausting and there was no one in the world that could understand him as she did. The two met in strange circumstances, rather unlikely to happen, but life has its mysterious ways of getting people together, and so it happened with Alice and the Falcon.

Washington D. C. once held SHIELD’s headquarters and the agency was what Alice knew for a life for more time than she could remember and by then, she could barely remember the circumstances of her addition to the super-secret almost spy-like agency, but since then, her life and world gave a 180° turn. There she met the people she would later consider friends and family, and what it seemed to be the love of her life.

The always righteous Steve Rogers fell in love with her noble and pure heart, and Alice fell in love with the man behind the legend. But deep inside him, there was no way of hiding the fear for what she was able to do. Alice was one of the first modified people that were under SHIELD’s radar that actually worked for them and not against. Her telepathy and telekinesis was under control and she did everything at reach to keep it that way. Hell, she was extremely conscious of what she could do if pushed an inch too far away.

Everything in the SHIELD’s sweethearts lives was milk and honey until the moment of the sudden goodbye. Steve never said why and Alice tried to never look back at something that was definitely over and with no chance of coming back. Avoiding Steve at work was one hell of a task, but she managed to keep her promise and her heart in a healthy way. Soon enough, she decided to quit everything that could remind her of him, she didn’t need him in her life anymore, and she had saved some good cash to live without having another job again.

And when Sam appeared in the picture, her word gave another turn. A good one, a great one. She could finally be herself with a man with issues of his own. A man that loved her even though the danger he was stepping into. Sam Wilson loved her, adored her, cherished her, and once again, she decided to surrender at feeling loved and to love back. She wasn’t the kind of girl that would say no to adventure.

Alice’s TV watching was interrupted by some knocks on the front door. She heavily sighed but opened it anyway.

“What an unpleasant surprise” she said flatly. “You again, Rogers?”

“I just need a minute” he hurried to add, “Please, Alice”

“No” Alice’s head shook and her brunette hair moved along. “You have no right to ask for a minute when you didn’t even give me one to try to convince you to stay with me and you didn’t even help me out that day” she tried to close the door but Steve’s hand was faster and stopped it. “Steve get the hell out of my house”

“Or what?” he cocked one of his blonde eyebrows, “you’re gonna make this house explode and shit?” his voice was raising in volume, and she felt ready for a fight. “Because I’m sure you don’t want to lose another house; SHIELD doesn’t have that much money.”

“SHIELD is fucking dead anyway, Rogers” she replied, her breath increasing its pace. Alice gulped and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Last warning, get the fuck out”

“Alice?” Sam’s sleepy voice sounded form behind them. His pajama pants hung on his hips and his bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor. “Steve?” he narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the blonde, Dorito-shaped soldier. “Man, it’s super late, what are you even doing here? And why are you yelling like a fucking maniac, do I have to remind you what time is it?”

“Sam, honey… Go to bed, ok?” Alice tried to sooth the veteran who was now too awake to ignore the scene. “Steve is already leaving”

“No, this is going to be fun to be a part of” Steve entered the house pushing Alice to the side and slamming the wooden door behind him. “What are you doing here Sam?”

“I live here?” the dark skinned man replied in a puzzled voice, “This is our house, and why on earth are you yelling?” Sam yawned. “Dude I had an exhausting day and you were there to tell”

“Another avenger, Alice?” Steve folded his wide arms over his chest and smiled ironically. “Real classy”

“Don’t kid yourself Rogers” she followed in suit, “you’re not as important as you think”

“I’m sure I’m missing something here, any hints?” Sam’s finger quickly moved from pointing Alice and then Steve.

“Oh, didn’t she tell you?” a huge grin grew on Captain America’s lips, “we were together” the words came out poisoned; Steve was drunk, either way he wouldn’t be making such a pathetic scene. He had nothing to lose now; he lost her.

“Yes, until this scumbag over here dumped me for no reason whatsoever and abandoned me two seconds after, and now his sorry ass wants to talk it over” Alice rolled her honey colored eyes. “Real classy” she said with a smirk. “Steve, you’re making a fool of yourself, just leave”

“Did she also forget to tell you that she tore our place down when we broke up?” Steve carried on, at this point nothing mattered. “Did she tell you she is fucking dangerous and that she could raise hell anytime?”

“Whoa there Steve” Sam turned his head, “you are not going to talk about her like that” Sam’s voice was firm, “get the hell out man,” Sam pointed at the door with his thumb, “or I swear to god I’ll make you leave”

“Have it your way” Steve raised his hands in defeat, “but then don’t come to me physically hurt because she went fucking nuts and destroyed this or any other place. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya’”

“I had enough of you.” Sam grabbed Steve’s collar and without hesitating, his fist landed on the super soldier’s jaw. “Now get the fuck out” Sam’s word were harsh, and it even made Alice step back. Two minutes ago she was ready to make Steve leave by force, but now, the loudness and demanding voice of her boyfriend sent shivers down her spine that were not exactly pleasant.

She never told Sam anything because she knew he would think she was with him just to forget about Steve, and that was far from being true. Alice adored Sam for a number or reasons that didn’t include him being a petty fuck. After getting punched, Steve left with his pride broken and a stinging jaw. Sam turned around.

“Come to bed, is kinda late.” a soft smile spread on his lips and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “I don’t care what happened between you and him, I really don’t. I just hope you’re not with me to forget about him” he sighed tiredly.

“I’d never do that, Sammy” Alice cupped his face in her hands and leaned forward to gently lock her lips against his, “what I had with Steve is buried, burned and forgotten. I’m with you because I do love you”

New York City, present day.

Alice had just gotten out of the shower after an awfully long day. SHIELD might have found its doom after agent Romanoff revealed every secret about both the intelligence agency and HYDRA, but former director Fury still had work for the people he trusted in. She was one of them. Sam had gone on a mission of his own with the Avengers, while she had been putting some intel together to make a report that would be sent later to Fury.

Her gut instinct warned that there was something wrong, and as she slid her oversized shirt over her torso, the doorbell rang. ‘Who’s that?’ she thought to herself as she gave a little jump to put on a pair of shorts. She was still fit, but she didn’t train as hard anymore; her work was on an if-needed basis, not actively as it used to be.

Twisting the knob, a familiar figure stood in front of her. The always handsome Steve Rogers was on the other side of the doorframe and she couldn’t help to sigh heavily. The story of the two was rocky to say the least, and their last encounter was far from being friendly. Alice crossed her arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow as a way of saying hi.

“Allie… May I come in?”

“Someone following you?” she replied dryly, feeling how the nick name he used to call her triggered the worst of thoughts and memories. The blonde soldier shook his head. “Where’s Sam? Why are you here and not him?”

“Alice, may I come in?” Steve asked again with a heavy and tired voice. Alice had no other option but to step aside and let him in; he was using her name after all. The soldier’s steps pounded in her head until he let his body fall onto the cushions of the sofa.

“I never said you could sit down” she rolled her bright eyes “Now answer me. Where is Sam” she said each word very carefully.

“Remember we were on a mission?” Alice nodded. “Well, we had these guys, we truly did… The mission wasn’t hard, or that’s what the reports told us” Steve rubbed his temples and tried to hide his face.

“Never trust records” Alice replied, “Fury always says that”

“Things went to shit and unfortunately Sam took the biggest hit” Steve let his head hung forward for a minute before looking up to the now cold eyes of the woman he still loved. “He’s in a coma.”

Alice’s eyes widened. She knew Steve wasn’t lying because he was never good at it. His words repeated over and over in her head and just the thought of Sam being bound to a bed, with IVs and machines around him made her sick. The tears pooled in her eyelids and they were unstoppable; Sam was not an ordinary boyfriend to her, he was the reason she smiled again.

“Allie…” Steve whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder. Even though being the one who broke up with her, she still was the love of his life. Maybe letting her go was not the right choice. She was with another man now, and being together was not an option, not anymore. Testing his luck, Steve tried to hug her, but she backed away immediately.

“Don’t you dare, Rogers” she hissed, pushing him away. “This is not a moment of weakness” Alice looked up; and the thought of Sam was replaced with the memories of the day the SHIELD sweethearts broke up.


Washington D. C., four years ago.

“We need to talk” Steve said harshly. He never used that voice unless he was scolding an agent or sometimes her.

“What is it baby?” Alice asked in a high pitched voice. Her smile faded from her lips when she saw her hard expression. “Is everything alright?”

“No” he replied coldly “Nothing is alright anymore. We can’t be together any longer”

“What?” her brows knitted together trying to sink in the words “You–you want to break up with me?” she asked. A nervous laugh escaped from her, but it also faded and turned into tears when Steve’s expression didn’t softened “W–why on earth…?” her question was left unfinished the minute her heart started to beat fast, and a buzzing sound on her ears kept the soldier’s words away. She took both hands to the sides of her head and grabbed it tightly. Her eyes shut tight. “Calm down, Alice. Calm down” she repeated to herself in a barely audible whisper, but it was useless. She saw it coming, and most importantly, so did Steve.

The living room started to shake, and Steve looked around himself in terror. He knew what she was capable of; he had seen it in her missions. She was extremely powerful and for that, she could be extremely dangerous. Out of a sudden, everything crashed. The windows smashed as if someone threw a rock at them, the glass and plates inside the cabinets exploded as a loud scream joined the crashing noise.

Steve still had the protective instinct, so he held her body tightly to receive every little bit of whatever was coming to them; plates, glasses or the windows. When everything stopped, he let go of her without saying a word. For Alice, not only her house was destroyed, but also her heart was tore into a million pieces and her world seemed to stop. She fell on her knees, exhausted, and what was even worse, she was terrified of what she could do for the very first time.


New York City, present day. Again.

Steve drove to the facilities in silence. Alice rested her head on the window of the ridiculously big car. The music did nothing but to make the silence between them even more awkward. She closed her eyes and drifted away, to other time, to better times.

The soldier looked at her every once, but whenever she felt observed, a harsh “keep your eyes on the road” made him turn his head again. They arrived to the facilities in a hurry, a lot had changed since SHIELD disappeared.

“Why him?” Steve asked finally. They were heading to the infirmary quickly, but he stopped before the doors “Why Sam?”

“Excuse me?” Alice asked from over her shoulder, frowning in confusion. “As far as I’m concerned, that is none of your business”

“Sam is my friend.” he pointed at as a matter of fact. “Why him?”

“You wanna know why?” she said, turning around. Steve nodded impatiently. “Because Sam actually loves me just the way I am; with the powers I didn’t ask for and the danger they imply. He is not afraid of what I’m capable of” Alice stopped for two seconds to think of the thing that would hurt him the most. “You really wanna know what I love the most about Sammy?” she asked in a softer voice, placing her pale and powerful hands on her hips. “That he’s not a fucking coward” she spat the poisonous words, making Steve’s Adam’s apple bob.

“I loved you…” Steve whispered; her words had fulfilled her expectations; she wanted to see him weak, and now he was.

“Oh right, and you made it fucking clear when you dumped me, fella” she let out an ironic chuckle and shrugged, raising her hands up to her chest, “I wouldn’t have known that”

“Give me a fucking break!” Steve yelled. “You don’t know how it feels like to live with the fear of you turning things to shit, the same way you did to our house”

“Oh, going at it again?” she spat, “I hate to break it down to you, but you came to my house saying the exact same bullshit” her voice was harsh and filled with anger. She never had the chance to let everything out, and now she was able to do it under dreadful circumstances. Thinking about how much time she was losing with this only got the worst of her. “And just to get things straight I do know what it feels like, because believe it or not, I live with the same fear every fucking day” Steve’s eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed again as he gulped down a heavy lump. “Oh, you thought that being a walking freak show was a piece of cake? Oh no pretty boy. My biggest fear is to tear down shit, and most importantly, shit I care about”

“Then why did you do that?” Steve asked after a long pause; he was having a hard time sinking in the words after so many years of seeing her going mad. “Why would you destroy the beautiful life we had?”

“What? I destroyed the beautiful life we had? You fucking joking Rogers? And you seriously think I wanted to turn everything into bits?” a chuckle slipped from Alice’s thin lips; their corners curled up into a slight smile. “Besides, it wasn’t me who broke someone’s heart, right? Steven Grant Rogers, you have got to be fucking kidding me. You saw me trying to calm down!–You know what?” she shook her head, “I have no more things to discuss with you, Steve.”

“Do you even love him?” Steve asked at last; he feared whatever answer Alice would give. If the answer was a yes, this love would never be reciprocated. She was filled with sorrow and the will of moving on with her life with someone who was a hundred times better than him, Steve knew that. But the fear was even bigger if the answer was a no. She had all the right to not love him anymore; he was a dick and the hugest of them all, but he kept the hope of making things up for her, for the love of his life.

“I do… God, I do” her lips curled into a smile again, “You know… Sam didn’t even knew we were together until the day you appeared by our place. He even doubted if I truly loved him, but I can’t imagine my life without him…” Alice’s voice was now soft and cracked, the thought of losing Sam was unbearable and each second she spent trying to make Steve understand was wasted, “If you wanna play victim and go around talking shit about me and the one day I went crazy and crushed everything we once built and how now I’m fucking your best friend, that’s up to you” Alice pointed at him; her voice was filled with defeat. She didn’t want to fight anymore; not with him, not with anybody else “in the meantime, I” she pointed at herself now, “am going to see my boyfriend. Who, if you don’t remember, is in a fucking coma”

Alice turned on her heels and crossed the gates that lead to the infirmary. For the first time in years, she had left Steve behind and he was not a part of her thoughts anymore. Her feelings for Sam were completely real, but the ghost of unfinished business with Steve always haunted her… That until today. The doctors working there were old SHIELD friends, so they took her to the especial room they were keeping Sam.

The instant she saw him unconscious on the bed and surrounded with different machines and medical equipment, her breath got caught on her throat. He looked so peaceful, even with the constant sound of the heart rate monitor next to him. The doctor that went with Alice said something, but she couldn’t place it in her memory, neither on her ears. She was numbed by the fear of losing the only good thing in life she had.

“Is he going to make it?” Alice asked, trying to cut the doctor off.

“If I’m honest, we don’t know” the doctor sighed, “he got here pretty bad; broken bones, a blood loss I haven’t seen since the SHIELD days… I don’t know how he even made it here.” The soothing words were nothing compared to what he was really thinking. Alice shut her eyes to push his voice away from her head. She rather hearing false comforting words than to accept the inevitability of Sam’s situation.

“He’s a tough guy, aren’t you Sammy?” Alice said in a whisper, and after a long pause she spoke again, “May I have a moment with him?”

“Sure, Alice” the doctor squeezed her shoulder lightly and left in silence. Unfortunately, his mind was screaming.

The room was big enough to wander a little. The constant beeping was a somehow relief for her, Sam was still alive for now; she kneeled next to him and held the cold hand of the Falcon. Tears blurred her vision as a loud sob escaped from her lungs. In the many years of working for SHIELD, there was never a time like this. There was never a person she cared for like she cared for Sam. Not even Steve.

“Sammy, honey, please come back to me” Alice pressed her forehead to the back of the hand she held and the tears ran down her face, wetting her cheeks, neck and collar as they went on. Her powers were filling every inch of her body but this time everything felt different. “Please, please come back” she repeated the words in her head as if it was a wish. She longed for it to come true. “Talk to me, Sammy… Come on” she reached out for him on another plane of communication.

Nothing.

Alice found herself in an empty white room, as if she was floating; there was no way of telling where the floor started and the walls ended or vice versa. There was no windows, no doors, not even lights. It was an empty space more like a cage if she thought about it. And the noise, it was that same noise when TV is not working; that buzz, that god forgotten buzz that got all the way to her core. She tried to scream for help, for him, for whatever thing that could possibly be wandering around the Falcon’s mind. But there was no one there to answer her. Any sound she made drowned and died in the buzzing.

“No…” she muttered when she was able to get out of the cage. Sam was as immobile as she left him two seconds ago. “Sam, no you can’t be…” Alice looked up at the heart-rate monitor. It was still beeping.

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 3

 Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N: thank you to everyone who has given feedback or just liked and shared these, I’m pretty new to tumblr and have been extremely anxious about putting my writing out there and so even if all you said was love it or can’t wait for the next part you made my day and are why I keep writing<3  please keep giving feedback, whether it’s positive or negative I want to hear it. As long as people keep liking these i will keep writing it. I don’t know how many parts i’ll do but for now i will probably have a new chapter out every night or every other night. if you would like to be tagged let me know, and like I said last time if anyone can help me out with making a linkable master list thing I would really appreciate it.

You sat with your legs crossed, a book in your lap, and a huge smile on your face between the Winchester brothers in the front of the impala. You had tried to sit in the back but figured out pretty soon you get car sick easily and Sam was too tall to sit in the back comfortably so here you were the three of you sitting up front you wedged between the two and you couldn’t be more excited. You and the boys had spent most of the night arguing about you becoming a hunter but in the end you got your way…

“Y/N there is no way in hell I am letting you become a hunter, I’ll teach you some basics on how to protect yourself but you are not hunting with us, you have a life and you should live it” Dean was pacing and lecturing you while you sat on the couch trying to think of ways to convince them to bring you along. Sam sat in the chair across the room trying to figure out a way to talk you out of this but he remembered how stubborn you were in college and knew this would be a losing battle for him and Dean.

“Dean, what life?! I have no friends here, I have no family, I work at a bookstore that is about to be closed and can barely afford this apartment, I have no ties and I wasn’t to help.”

“ Wait, what do you mean no family? What happened to them?” Dean questioned, you tensed up at this and looked down.

“Umm Y/N grew up in the foster care system, Dean, she was never adopted or anything so she doesn’t have any known family.”

“Oh, sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know…”

“Its ok Dean I don’t tell too many people, but the fact of the matter is Sam was the closest thing I ever did have to a family and I want to be able to help people, to save them like you do, I know I’m not ready yet so for now I can just do research and talk to citizens and things, the busy work, while you guys do the physical work, you can train me in your own time and when you say I’m ready I can fight with you, but till then I will just do everything in my power to make hunts as easy as possible for you, please Dean I want to help, and I don’t want to be alone again, please…” You gave Dean the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, from the corner of your eye you thought you saw Sam crack a smile…

“Ughhhh, damn it Y/N” Dean rubbed his face and put his face in his hands, “We leave in the morning so you better be packed and ready to leave by 8am”.

“OH MY GOD THANK YOU DEAN I PROMISE YOU WON’T REGRET THIS, AHHH YAY YAY YAY!!!” You squealed and practically tackled him to the ground in a crushing hug.

 

You smirked at this memory, you looked up at Dean and smiled, he looked over at you and laughed shaking his head, “You sure are a force to reckoned with, I bet you always get your way”

You lightly pushed him, “You’d be surprised, I think it’s just you Winchester boys with a soft spot for me” you winked at him giggling. He shook his head again at you but you could see him struggling to hold back a smile, then he lowered his right hand squeezing your leg as he smiled at you, you felt like your heart my burst out of your chest, you knew you were probably bright red, you could feel that tension between the two of you and before either of you could say anything you Sam let out a snore so loud he woke himself up. You and Dean couldn’t hold back your laughter and began to make fun of Sam, you realized about 10 minutes into this banter though that Dean hadn’t moved his hand from your leg…

…………………………..

“For the next month we’ll be in and out of motels, we’ve got a lot of hunts lined up, but once things settle down we will take you to the bunker and we can clean out a room for you to set up as your own.” Sam had explained the bunker they’d found and set up as a make shift home, you couldn’t wait to get there and make it your home too, but for now you’d be living out of the Impala and sketchy motel rooms.

“I can’t wait Sammy, thank you, for everything” you were seated on the bed with books and notes scattered around you, you’d pretty much be stuck in the room for all of the hunts until Dean could get you your fake paperwork and id’s. “You look very professional in that suit Sammy” You said looking over his FBI suit.

“what about me sweetheart how do I look in this?” Dean walked out of the bathroom in his suit and it practically took your breath away. He looked unbelievably hot and those pants hugged him in all the right places…

“Umm ya you look great too Dean really great” you stuttered out feeling your face get hot you pretended to be suddenly very interested in the papers in front of you.

“Alright we’ll be back in a few hours, get whatever information you can but don’t kill yourself like Sammy usually does when reading this stuff”

“I won’t don’t worry” you smiled at them as they walked out.

You had spent about 4 hours doing research and then decided to surf the channels. You landed on one of your favorite movies Finding Nemo. The room was very cold and you were starting to shiver. You’d really only packed light layers since that’s all you had room for and stuck the rest of your things in storage till you got to the bunker but you’d managed to forget your favorite sweatshirts and only had t-shirts to wear. You noticed a plaid green flannel peeking out of Dean’s bag and it looked so big and cozy you thought to yourself he wouldn’t mind if you wore it for a few hours, and anyways you could take it off before they got back to the bunker so he’d never know you’d borrowed it… you took your white t-shirt off and grabbed his shirt slipping it on and buttoning it up. It was perfectly big and cozy on you and came down just below your black yoga shorts. You also put your favorite fuzzy socks on and felt so much warmer. You crawled into the bed trying to research but getting distracted by the movie on the tv until eventually you felt yourself dozing off.

……………..

You slowly woke to the sound of voices in the room and a dip in the bed, you rubbed your eyes under your glasses and sat up looking around.

“Great work Y/N, all these notes you took are really helpful, we’ll probably be able to get in and out tonight and get on the road by morning. I’m going to go pick us up some food any requests?” Sam grabbed the car keys and made his way towards the door.

“Surprise me Sammy, but make sure to bring back a big cup of coffee please”

“Will do” and with that Sam left. You then moved your gaze to where you felt the bed dip and saw Dean back in his usual jeans and t-shirt sprawled out on the bed. He was flipping through tv channels, you become suddenly aware of the fact you were still in his shirt.

“It looks good on you”

“Hmm?” pulling you from your thoughts.

“My shirt, it looks good on you” he stated without looking from the tv.

“Oh, thank you, sorry I didn’t mean to take it without asking, I just was so cold and I stupidly didn’t pack very well for this month on the road, I can change and give it back…” you mumbled feeling your face get redder by the second.

“Baby girl its fine, you’re more than welcome to borrow my clothes any time, there’s no need to ask” he laid his hand on yours as he said this putting you at ease, you looked up to see him staring at you with those beautiful eyes. “Besides, I rather like the idea of you in my shirt, especially if you’ve got nothing else on underneath…” he trailed off looking down at your legs, his shirt was so big it covered up your shorts giving off the impression that you were naked under his shirt.

“oh, oh no I have shorts on they’re just short shorts and your shirt is so big on me it covers them” You said quickly lifting the button down up to show that you did indeed have bottoms on.

Dean chuckled, “relax baby girl I was only joking with you” He settled back to watch some old western on the tv and you relaxed into the bed almost dozing off again. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed with me” you were snapped from your thoughts again at this, “It’s just Sammy is just a giant he usually needs the bed to himself and me and you would fit more comfortably in a bed together, if it bothers you I can just take the floor though”

“Of course not, it doesn’t bother me at all, I will warn you though I’m a cuddler so I’m sorry if you wake up to me hugging you in my sleep” you giggled.

“I have absolutely no issues with that sweetheart” he stared at you again and you thought for the millionth time your heart might jump into your throat.

“hey guys I grabbed some salads and burgers and a coffee for you” Sam walked in hands full as he handed you your coffee, “and an apple pie for the two of you to share, yes share Dean, Y/N here likes pie almost as much you do but don’t worry it’s a big pie.

The three of you sat talking eating and laughing and you couldn’t remember a time you felt more content. The boys headed out after eating and you tried to wait up but sleep took over.

…………………………..

You awoke a few hours later to a big strong arm wrapping around you and pulling you to him.

“Hey how’d the hunt go?” your voice groggy with sleep. You rolled in Dean’s arms to face him.

“We got the ghost but it was a little more difficult than we thought it’d be, Sam is tying up some loose ends and sent me back to get some shut eye. Sorry for grabbing you like this, I’ll get on my side of the bed, it’s just…” Dean couldn’t quite figure out what to say but you understood, you stopped him from pulling away and wrapped your arms around him.

“I actually get pretty intense nightmares at night so I think most nights I will need you to hold me, as long as that’s ok with you” you smiled up at Dean, suddenly very aware of how little affection these boys have probably received in their lives and your heart ached for them. Dean returned that smile pulling you closer.

“I mean if that’s what you need who am I to deny a pretty girl comfort” You giggled at this and the room fell silent again, “Thank you Y/N” you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest

“Of course Dean” and then sleep overtook you yet again with dreams of a gorgeous green eyed man.

anonymous asked:

hi sam its xie. its been a while since ive been on this hellsite dam.. but i jst wanna say that i still do think abt u & nick and everyone a lot. im sry ive been a silent piece of shit this whole time, i rly do Suck, but i hope someday we can talk again soon ! lov u and i hope ur having a rly great day/night <3

oh my GOD xie hi!

i still think about you a lot too dhfsf and it’s okay! no need to apologize i completely understand (and u don’t suck ok). i hope we can talk soon too! i love you bunches and hope ur doing well <3

Frost in July (Part 2)

Lucifer X Reader & Dean X Reader 

Warnings: Swearing 

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

***Masterlist***


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The barrel of a shotgun is pointed at me as Sam opens the bunker door. Lowering the gun, he pulls me into a hug.

“(Y/N), it’s been too long! What are you doing here?” Sam says while releasing me.

“Long story short, Lucifer and I got into a fight. I was hoping, if its ok with you and Dean, I could stay here for a while?” I say giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, come in! I’ll help you with your bags.” Sam grabs my bags from my hands and I follow him down the stairs into the bunker. Dean sits in the library, books fanned out around him with a cold beer in his hand.

“Who the hell was at the door Sammy?” Dean says without looking up.

“Take a look for your self.” Sam says in a taunting tone. Deans head snaps up.

“(Y/N).” He stands up so abruptly the chair knocks to the ground with a loud thud. “What are you doing here?”

“Well its nice to see you too Dean.” A light chuckle escapes me.

“It is nice to see you, it’s just a surprise is all.” Dean’s pitch a little higher than normal. Thankfully Sam interrupts the awkward moment.

“I’m sorry to interrupt whatever it is you two are doing, but why don’t I show you to your room (Y/N).”

“Room?” Dean looks puzzled and even a little nervous at this announcement.

“Yes Dean, her room. She and Lucifer had a fight, so she is staying her for a while.” Sam starts walking out of the room, so I follow before getting the chance to see Deans face.


Sam is giving me a full tour of the bunker. Offering me anything and everything they had. Finally we arrive at what will be my room for a few days. The walls were grayish white and there weren’t any decorations to speak of, and the bedding was basic, but it’s kind of nice in a minimalistic way.

Sam leaves me alone, after informing me where the extra blankets were. I set my bags on the bed and dig out my phone. Sadness creeps over me when I see I have no texts or calls from Lucifer. I shove my phone to the bottom of my bag, not wanting to see it anymore.

Sam and Dean both look up from their books when I enter the room.

“Hey we were just going to a bar. Wanna come?” Sam says while closing his book.

“Sure sounds good to me.” I say shrugging. It will be good to get out and have some distraction from Lucifer, even if it’s not really my scene.


We all get into the impala, but Dean turned Metallica on too loud to talk over it. The drive to the bar was quick, which is probably best, since my mind tends to drift to thoughts of Lucifer.

The bar was loud and kind of smelly. Lucifer used to poke fun at me because I was not really a bar type of person, but it was the natural habitat of my best friends.

We take three seats right at the bar top. The bartender immediately comes over. Sam orders a beer, Dean orders a Jack and coke and I get my usual, a vodka soda. Within five minutes the boys have girls talking to them, and I am left to sit here by myself drinking.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I announce to the boys after three drinks. They mumble their good byes and I not so gracefully head to the ladies room.

I wash my hands and head back out, when all off a sudden some guy grabs me by the arm.

“Hey sweat thing, can I get a little sugar.” He smiles so big i can see his teeth, that are so yellow I almost thought they were corn. I yank my arm away.

“First of all, really? That is the most cliché thing I have legitimately ever heard. Second, I have a boyfriend, so thanks but no thanks.” I start to walk away again, when he grabs me and shoves me against the wall.

“I don’t know who you think your talking to girl, but I don’t appreciate your tone.” Next thing I know I hear a loud smack as his hand hits my face. Disoriented I look up only to see the man on the ground, and Lucifer standing between us.

“ I don’t appreciate your tone or how you handle yourself with my girl, and if you ever lay a finger on her again I will take you to hell personally.” The menacing look on his face had the guy up and out the door faster than I thought humanly possible. Lucifer steps closer to me and I hold out my hand to tell him to stop.

“Thank you for saving me, but this doesn’t change anything.” I tensed for his reaction.

“(Y/N) this is stupid. I love you and you love me. This is something we can work through. Please stop slumming it and come home.” Before I can react Dean steps in.

“Listen Lucifer. I don’t know what she is mad about, but if it has to do with you it’s probably justified. So why don’t you just leave her alone, like she is asking you to.”
The anger in Lucifer wells up again.

“Dean Winchester. You know, it doesn’t surprise me that you would be the one to speak up for (Y/N). Everyone knows you’re in love with her. But as clearly displayed, you cannot keep her safe.” Sam grabs Dean to keep him from doing anything stupid, while I some how manage to get between the two boys.

“Enough. Lucifer this is only proving to me more that this relationship is not working. And Dean, Sam I think its time to go.” I walk over to my bar stool and grab my purse. As the boys and I make our way to the door I hear Lucifer.

“This is fucking bullshit (Y/N). I save you, I love you and this is the thanks I get.” I keep my head down so the boys don’t see my tears as we get into the car. Dean turns the radio off and we sit in silence the entire trip home.

Basically Civil War
  • Wanda: (sitting in cafe) Uh, should I say something that explains my powers to the people who didn't see Age of Ultron?
  • Nat: Yeah, may as well. Speaking of which, do I have a forced romantic subplot in this movie?
  • Sam: Nope, I can't see one.
  • Nat: Oh, thank god.
  • ------------------------------
  • Steve: Wanda, just like we practiced.
  • Wanda: What about the gas?
  • Steve: Get it out. (jumps in)
  • Wanda: Uh, Steve, shouldn't I have gotten the gas out before you jumped in there?
  • Steve: Don't worry, this is just a super soldier power that was never set up before now.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: You're going to jail, Skeletor. Sam said that would be a good joke, I don't personally get it.
  • Crossbones: OK, good joke, but hear me out: Bucky.
  • Steve: Shit, you've got me.
  • Crossbones: And now you're going to die.
  • Wanda: Don't worry I've got this.
  • Wanda: (throws the bomb at a building, killing several people, setting the whole plot of the film in motion)
  • Wanda: I don't got this.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: Ah, today seems to be going well. What could possibly go wrong?
  • Vague parent: Hello, your discount Skynet murdered my son.
  • Tony: Fuck, I thought the guilt tripping thing was over.
  • -----------------------------
  • Steve: Wanda, it's not your fault.
  • Wanda: Steve, it is absolutely my fault.
  • Steve: I know, I'm just trying to make you feel better.
  • Vision: (phases into room) I'm here to steal the movie. And also Wanda's heart.
  • Wanda: Vision, I love you, but please stop doing this.
  • Steve: Wait, has he done this before?
  • Vision: The last time this happened, I walked in on Wanda-
  • Wanda: STOP RIGHT THERE!
  • ------------------------------
  • General Ross: Hello, Avengers. I'm here to fuck everything up.
  • Wanda: Who the fuck are you?
  • General Ross: I was in the Hulk movie where Bruce looked like the guy from Fight Club.
  • Nat: Yeah, that was weird.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: I'm here to support the American government gain further control over superhero activity as I believe it is necessary.
  • Steve: That's odd, I'm here to fight against government control as I no longer trust them.
  • Tony: Yeah, it feels like our points of view should be reversed.
  • Steve: That says a lot about how we've progressed as characters. (receives text) Shit.
  • Tony: Language. What is it?
  • Steve: A side development to break the audience's hearts. We've got a lot of those.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: OK, Steve, keep it together. Hopefully Sharon Carter won't be in this, and you won't have to go through a creepy romantic sub plot.
  • Sharon: Hi, I'm here to quote the comic and kiss super soldiers.
  • Steve: Goddammit.
  • ----------------------------
  • Nat: Well, I'm here, something big is going to go down.
  • T'Challa: Hi, I'm the first black superhero on screen.
  • Nat: Wait, what about Falcon? Or War Machine?
  • T'Challa: They're sidekicks, they don't count in the same way.
  • Nat: OK, nice to meet you. Are any of your parents in this movie?
  • T'Challa: Yes, why?
  • Nat: Uh, let's just say you're story arc will involve revenge.
  • ----------------------------
  • Wanda: Why are you cooking?
  • Vision: I believe this is meant to set us up as a romantic couple.
  • Wanda: Well, it's working. Maybe Marvel have learned their lesson from Age of Ultron.
  • Vision: I believe Sharon and Steve also have a romantic sub-plot.
  • Wanda: Spoke too soon.
  • --------------------------
  • Nat: Steve, whatever you do, don't go after Bucky.
  • Steve: Sure thing Nat. (hangs up) Sam, we're going after Bucky.
  • Sam: The dude tried to kill us multiple times.
  • Steve: Yeah, but he's cute AF.
  • Sam: Fine.
  • -------------------------
  • Steve: OK, I'm in Bucky's flat, but he's not here.
  • Bucky: Who's not here?
  • Steve: OH MY GOD! Bucky!
  • Bucky: Still don't remember you.
  • Steve: Damn it.
  • --------------------------
  • T'Challa: Hello, my name is T'Challa. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
  • --------------------------
  • Tony: For god's sake, Steve, why did you save him?
  • Steve: He's my best friend.
  • Tony: He murdered a thousand people.
  • Steve: He was brainwashed.
  • Tony: Cool motive, still murder.
  • ---------------------------
  • Martin: Hello, I'm Martin Freeman. I heard Benedict was in the MCU, and I couldn't let him do that without me.
  • Zemo: And I'm Zemo, I'm here to screw everything up.
  • Steve: Yeah, no one really cares about you guys. Also, if you hurt my boyfriend, I hurt you.
  • Martin/Zemo: What?
  • Steve: What?
  • ---------------------------
  • Zemo: Vague brain washy words.
  • Steve: Bucky no.
  • Tony: Bucky no.
  • Nat: Bucky no.
  • Martin: Bucky no.
  • Everyone: BUCKY NO!
  • Bucky: Bucky no!
  • Zemo: Bucky yes.
  • Bucky: Bucky yes.
  • ---------------------------
  • Bucky: Escape, beat up superheroes, get away in helicopter. This is a good plan.
  • Steve: BUCKY, COME BACK HERE!
  • Bucky: Damn it, why does this blonde guy keep ruining everything? And why is he so hot?
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: We need to bring Cap and Bucky in.
  • Nat: Who are we going to get to do that?
  • Tony: I know a kid. Even though there is literally no reason why I could even possibly know who he is.
  • Nat: Not the Spider-kid.
  • Tony: Why not?
  • Nat: I thought I was the arachnid themed hero.
  • -----------------------------
  • Tony: Hey, kid, your aunt is hot.
  • Peter: Please stop talking.
  • Tony: Also, I know you're Spider-Man.
  • Peter: How the hell do you know that?
  • Tony: I read the script. Would you like to go to Germany?
  • Peter: I can't, I'm finally a kid, I have homework and stuff that the other spidermen never worried about.
  • Tony: OK, but what if I told you you get to meet superheroes?
  • Peter: Would I get to meet Captain America?
  • Tony: ... yeah.
  • -----------------------------
  • Wanda: Vision, I want to help Captain America.
  • Vision: Wanda no.
  • Hawkeye: Wanda yes.
  • Wanda: Didn't you retire in Age of Ultron?
  • Hawkeye: We're kind of glossing over some things that happened in that film.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: Did you find Ant-Man?
  • Hawkeye: Yeah, why are we bringing him anyway?
  • Steve: We heard that Team Iron Man have got a comic relief sidekick with a insect theme, and we need to match them.
  • ----------------------------
  • Tony: So, it has come to this. Heroes vs. heroes. Friend against friend. Brother against brother.
  • Steve: Yeah, yeah, shall we fight?
  • T'Challa: Shall we indeed?
  • Steve: Hang on, Tony, why is he on your team?
  • T'Challa: Oh, don't worry about me, captain. I'm only here to steal the spotlight.
  • Spider-Man: Did somebody mention stealing the spotlight?
  • T'Challa: God damn it.
  • ----------------------------
  • Steve: Guys, the trailer's have given away most of the badass moments from this fight scene. We need something that's extremely memorable and awesome. Preferably something right from the comics.
  • Ant-Man: Hey, I've got an idea. (becomes giant.)
  • Spider-Man: HOLY SHIT!
  • Steve: That should do it.
  • -----------------------------
  • Steve: OK, just before the finale, we need something for the Stucky fans to go nuts over.
  • Bucky: How about you lovingly pat me on the shoulder and we reminisce about old times?
  • Steve: I love you.
  • ----------------------------
  • Tony: Hey guys, I'm here to redeem myself and help catch the bad guy.
  • Zemo: Hello, I'm the bad guy. I'm the one who orchestrated the bombing.
  • Steve: Right on cue.
  • Bucky: Guys, this is too easy.
  • Zemo: Hey, Stark, Bucky killed your parents.
  • Tony: OK, that's it. Bucky dies.
  • Zemo: Everything is going to plan.
  • T'Challa: Hello, my name is T'Challa. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
  • Zemo: OK, fine, kill me.
  • T'Challa: Actually, since this is a superhero film, let's arrest you.
  • Zemo: For fuck's sake.
  • Steve: LANGUAGE.
THE SIGNS AS SHIT MY SCORPIO BEST FRIEND HAS DONE
  • Aries: SQUARED UP TO THREE GEESE FOR NO REASON I SWEAR
  • Taurus: bought me food one day didn't buy me food the next
  • Gemini: kept judging my gemini ex and then kept writing fanfics about us and kept shipping us (it's ok tho me and my ex secretly ship each other together too probs)
  • Cancer: cried in front of a cop to get out of an interrogation (i just intimidated them lol)
  • Leo: kept talking shit about their ex friend Sam. "SHE COULD DIE IN A HOLE I DON'T CARE SHE SHOULD KILL HERSELF. FAT FUCK. " me: o.
  • Virgo: attempted to clean my room and just threw all my water bottles away
  • Scorpio: kept doing flirty and kinky shits to me everyday (THEY STILL DO KMS)
  • Sagittarius: Kept telling me they were going to tell their crush they liked them but they never do "I'M GONNA TELL THEM TODAY OK OK THERE THEY ARE" me: *yells out their crush's name and crush looks at me* Them: O FUCK SHIT FUCK DAMMIT NO FUCK SHIT NOTTODAY FUCKKK FUCK NOT FUNOTKNOTDT-TIADA F U C K
  • Capricorn: gave a bitch face to everyone i told them that i hated
  • Aquarius: (my sign) made me skip down the hallway with them arm in arm
  • Pisces: made me queerplatonic. (friends but shit happens. Brendon Urie stuff.)
3

“You’re letting them decide for themselves who’s going to be your best man?” you asked when Cas had rejoined you in your bedroom.

“I told them they both mean a lot to me and to you. I think they’ll come to the right decision,” he replied, lying down next to you.

“They’re going to do rock paper scissors.”

“Not with an important decision like this, Y/N. This is our wedding,” Cas said gently. “I’m sure they’ll sit down and have a discussion about it.”

“They’re going to do rock paper scissors,” you repeated. Cas opened his mouth to argue, but Dean’s voice carried loudly down the hall.

“Oh, come on! There’s no way you knew I was going to pick scissors. Best two out of three." 

You looked to Cas with a grin on your face and pointed towards Dean’s voice and the sound of Sam arguing against another round.

One More Time

Summary: Dean relives the time he Sam and the Reader went on a hunt regarding a house fire together

Warning(s): Some swearing

Characters: Dean x Reader

Dean’s point of view:

I sat there with (Y/N)’s head on my shoulder looking up at the house as it slowly burned to the ground despite the firemen’s best efforts to stop the flames from spreading.

I looked down at (Y/N)’s face. I knew that she blamed herself for the Campbell’s deaths even though she couldn’t have done anything to stop it. Hell I was the one driving if I had just been a bit faster than they would all still be alive.

It wasn’t much longer before a loud scream jolted me out of my pity party. Before I could even process what was happening (Y/N) was racing off towards the rapidly decaying house trying to save the screamer.

I quickly got to my feet and started to race after her only to be stopped by firemen telling me I couldn’t go any farther.

I screamed her name trying to get her to stop, God if I had just yelled louder, but her being the stubborn son-of-a-bitch that she is kept running to the house.

So I stood there waiting for her to come back out as two firemen kept a firm grasp on either of my shoulders keeping me in place.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO AFTER HER!” I screamed at the firemen outraged at the fact that no one was going in after her.

“It’s too risky sir, we can’t let anyone in there” one of the firemen told me.

I felt tears slowly pool themselves in my eyes before I heard Sam say “I see someone” from behind me.

For a moment my heart swelled at the thought that she was ok as my eyes desperately scanned the scene before landing on a small figure slowly making its way toward me.

I broke from the firemen’s grasp and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. Without even thinking I picked her up and ran back towards Sam desperate to put as much distance between me and the fire as possible.

If only I had realized at the time that this person was too small, too light to be (Y/N). When I reached Sam I set down who I learned to not be (Y/N) but rather a thirteen year old girl.

I immediately turned back towards the house eyes wide quietly whispering no to myself as some sort of prayer wiling (Y/N) to still be alive.

I took one step, just one step, one step too little too late before the house came crashing down and with it the world did or at least my world.

I sank to my knees and immediately found it hard to breathe. There I sat, a steady stream of tears flowing from my eyes, gasping for breath, and balling my fists in my hair.

And that’s how I got to be where I am today, 2 months later, still locked away in my room reliving that horrible day unable to forget it despite how many drinks or one night stands I attempted to cover it up with.

This is how I spend every day. Running all sorts of what if scenarios through my head, finding a new way to blame myself everyday, drinking, crying, wallowing in self pity, but mostly wishing that she were here with me just one more time.

Just one more time and I would be able to hold her, kiss her, and tell her how beautiful she is. Oh what I wouldn’t give to hear her laugh one more time, to hear her call me a dork, to fit her hand into mine. With just one more time I would show her how much I love her not just tell her.

Just one more time.

One more time.

First One Shot?!?

Ok guys here it is my first one shot I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think and if I should do more? Hope its not too long! 


Title: Need a Place to Sleep?

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1445

Author: supernaturalfanimagines

Summary: Sam has to stay in your motel room because Dean is having sex with some random waitress.

It was a typical night in your hunter life. You had just finished a hunt with the Winchesters. There was a pack of werewolves just outside of Tampa and you were able to take care of them pretty quick. You have been hunting with Sam and Dean for a few years now. You were pretty good friends with them almost like siblings, except maybe Sam. You have always had a crush on the younger brother but nothing had ever came from that crush. When you first met them Sam was just getting over his college girlfriend that died in a supposed fire. You eventually found out what really happened.

You and the brothers were driving to the next hunt somewhere in Rhode Island when you decided to stop for the night and get some rest. All three of you go to a bar and grill down the street from your crappy motel you planned on staying in for the night. Luckily for you this time they had plenty of vacancy and you got your own room. Sometimes you didn’t always get that lucky and had to share a room with the brothers.

You ended up sitting at the bar it was busy and no tables were open. Dean got the bartenders attention and ordered beers for all three of you. After a half an hour the place started to settle down and you guys made your way to a table and ordered dinner. To know surprise Dean started flirting with your waitress. She was pretty but kinda trashy looking but that was definitely Dean’s type. She was blonde, blue eyes, double d’s also Dean’s type. Honestly any girl without a brain is Dean’s type. You and Sam both rolled your eyes when Dean started using all his pathetic pickup lines on the waitress. Before you knew it the bar was closing and Dean had his arm around the waitress’s waist and his tongue done her throat. You decided to head back to your motel room before you saw more than you needed to see.

You had been in your room for a few minutes until you realized you left some things in the Impala. You walked out of your room and toward the parking lot were the car was. As you approached the car you saw someone lying down in the back seat. At first you thought some homeless person had broken into the car until you saw the person’s shoes. Those were Sam’s old work boots that have been falling apart for months and you had been teasing him about it. You walked up to the car and knocked on the window and Sam’s eyes shot open faster than a bolt of lightning.

“Did I scare you sleepy head” you said. “Hey Y/N what’s up?” Sam said sitting up and opening the car door. You watched as he stepped out of the back seat. He stood next to, towering over your small body. Sam was really tall even taller than his older brother. You always like how tall he was. You always felt safe when he was standing next to you. “Sam what the hell are you doing sleeping in the backseat of the car?” “Dean kicked me out of our room so he could have his fun with the waitress.” He said. You could tell how pissed he was at Dean for making him sleep in the car. “So what are you doing out here anyway, I thought you went to bed?” Sam asked. “I was going to but I realized I left one of my bags in the car.” Sam turned around and opened the back door of the Impala and pulled out your bag and handed it to you. “Thanks.” “No problem, now if you don’t mind I need to try and get some kind of sleep without breaking my neck” Sam said. He looked exhausted and you knew Dean was going to make him drive in the morning because Dean usually didn’t’ get much sleep when he’s entertaining. “Listen Sam if you want you can sleep in my room with me. I mean not sleep with me, you know like in the same room with me.” You said laughing off the awkward way you asked that. “Um….Y/N are you sure?” “Yeah totally its fine, you will be more comfortable that way.” You said smiling way too much. “Well if you really don’t mind I would appreciate it.” Sam said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You gestured for Sam to follow you and you walk back to your room. You open the door and walked in the room and set your bag down on the table. “So there’s only one bed?” Sam asks as he closes the door. “Yeah it’s a king there’s plenty of room. You’re not scared I’m going to give you cooties are you?” You said jokingly. “No it’s just that. Well you know. It might be a little weird.” Sam said getting red in the face. “You don’t sleep naked do you Sam?” You asked. Sam laughed. “No Y/N I do not.” You both laughed and you walked away towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You changed into your oversized t shirt and sweatpants and brushed your teeth. You walked out of the bathroom and saw Sam laying on the bed still in his plaid shirt and jeans. He was on top of the blankets and watching the news on the small tv in the corner of the room. “It’s all yours Sam.” You said as you crawled onto the opposite side of the bed. “I would love to get ready for bed but my bag is in the room with Dean and the waitress. I guess I’m sleeping in jeans tonight.” Sam said with his eyes glued to the tv. “Well there’s an extra tooth brush in the bathroom and if you want to sleep in your boxers I really don’t mind.” You said as you laid down and pulled the sheets over your body. “Y/N are you sure about that? It wouldn’t be weird?” Sam asked looking at you. “Yeah Sam it’s no big deal.” Sam got up and went into the bathroom to get ready. You laid in the bed your heart was going 80 miles an hour. You thought you could literally hear it beating. You were fixing to sleep with Sam fricking Winchester! Well you were just going to sleep…unfortunately. You could feel goose bumps forming all over your body as you heard him turning the knob to the bathroom door. Sam walked out in just a white t shirt and his black boxers. Correction black boxer briefs and he looked good. REAL GOOD. The only light in the room was what was coming from the tv. Sam turned the tv off and climb on the bed. He was still laying on top of the blankets. “Sam you’re going to freeze to death get under the blankets.” Sam grunted and pulled the blankets out from underneath him and pulled them over himself. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable Y/N” “Sam I’m fine really. If I wasn’t I never would have invited you to stay.” You said turning over and facing him. Sam turned to face you and smiled. “Thanks again Y/N I really appreciate it.” You felt the goosebumps again as he stared into your eyes. You could smell his minty breath as he talked to you. You couldn’t help but feel a shiver run up your spine as he talked. “No problem Sam.”

Before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep. It was the best sleep you had in weeks. You didn’t want to get up. You almost felt like you were being forced to lay in that exact spot and not move. You could hear banging on your door and your eyes shot open. There was an arm laying across you, holding you close. It was warm and firm. That’s when you realized Sam was still in bed with you and was spooning you? You heard banging again on the door and Dean yell “Y/N are you awake? Do you know where Sammy is? We gotta get on the road.” You turned over and Sam’s arm moved away from you quickly. “Y/N I’m so sorry I don’t know what happened.” Sam said getting out of bed and almost falling backwards. “Sam its ok we were just sleeping. It was nice.“ You said smiling. Then Dean yelled again "Are you both in there? What the hell happened last night?” At the same time you and Sam both shouted “Nothing” and started laughing.

anonymous asked:

Fairy shark mother I'm getting to the age where I would like to where makeup... How does that work? How do I know what to buy? What if I stab my eyes out? Help :/ :-* -Simone

I suggest going to your local makeup shop (or even drugstore because it tends to be a lot cheaper) and asking one of the people that works there.

You can ask them such questions as

  • What foundation is the right shade for me? (when I first started I didn’t know what shade was good for me, I ended up picking a shade that was too dark and I ended up looking 2 toned)
  • Is this product ok for sensitive skin? (or any skin condition you may have)
  • Do you know if this product was tested humanly? (not on animals)
  • What product do you personalty like and or suggest?

Below are some tutorials that may help you

However in all honesty, practice makes perfect! Its ok if you mess up. Its all a part of learning xoxo

-Hermit Sam

Anyone else thought of this...?

*gif set is not mine*

11X02 had a lot of interesting moments, especially for Sam. I mean we actually got to see a lot of his resourcefulness and ingenuity, things that I feel were a bit neglected last season. Homemade long range stun gun anyone?

But I really felt the need to address a parallel I noticed in the cleansing scene. Its no mystery that SPN is heavy in imagery of fighting personal demons, and I felt this was such the case. As someone who has wrestled with depression, and had loved ones who have as well, this really struck a chord.

You have this thing that you can’t control, it tries to take over, and it affects people at different rates. For some, it becomes fatal. And you know it needs to be cured, that you have to fight it. See where I’m going with this?

And then the kicker. You decide to try to do something about, to seek help or try to help yourself. And what happens? There’s this voice - and it often it sounds like your own - telling you not to do it, you don’t need “cleansed”, you won’t be better if you try. And, just like Sam did, you have to fight that voice, flip it the bird and still try to better yourself, even if it feels like its gonna hurt.

Then you’re ok, or at least ok enough to keep going, even if its just for another day. And you’re surprised and relieved.

Perhaps I read too much into the scene, but still. Its stuck with me.

  • Brother: *comes up behind me while i'm writing destiel fanfics* *keep in mind it's the brotherly part* Oh, that's really good.
  • Me: *flips out and shuts my computer* What did you see.
  • Brother: Sam and Dean being brothers?
  • Me: Ok, good. Thank you.
  • *1 hour later*
  • Brother: *comes up behind me again* *reads my stuff* *now it's the gay stuff* Um...
  • Me: *flips out again* whAT DID YOU SEE THIS TIME?
  • Brother:
  • Me:
  • Brother:
  • Me:
  • Brother: I'm just gonna...go...I guess. Have fun...
  • Me: Yeah, you should do that.