sam has a cat

Please Stop Singing

Please Stop Singing by hideyourdemoneyes

Pairings: Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Length: 2275 

Rating: G

Warnings/Tags: College AU, Law Student Sam, Artist Gabriel, Bad Singing, Fluff, First Kiss

Summary: Sam has an issue. His dorm neighbor loves to sing at the top of his lungs, and he sounds like a dying cat. The only problem is that Sam has no idea who he is.


I’ve never seen a story like this. Yes, it has some classic tropes, like Sam the law student and Gabriel getting a degree in the arts. But it takes it in a new direction, which I like a lot. Sam is super awkward and adorable, which is amazing. And the idea of Gabriel being an absolutely terrible singer just makes my day so much better. It’s a super sweet little story with some nice twists on the college AU. -Tyler

Bad singing as the means to meet the love of your life? Never heard that one before! This was such a cute fic; I love the idea of Gabriel knowing that he’s a bad singer but that it doesn’t stop him from singing in the shower, and Sam finding that he needs Gabriel’s singing in order to concentrate. Love it so much! - Gisselle

I love this twist on the college AU! The whole fic is gold, and I absolutely adore awkward! Sam, and Gabriel’s terrible singing. Amazing read! - Lauren 

“Sam and the Tabby” - Digital Oil Painting

“I know it’s a little strange, for the guy who flies around like a bird to own a cat, but I found him setting off a perimeter alarm while on patrol. He was all thin and sick and, well… I got attached. And hell, I’m down for irony. So, yeah, the Falcon has a cat.”

Sam is a soft touch for poor, neglected creatures turning up on his doorstep. He lets the cat chase Redwing around for fun and exercise.

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December 6th

For my wonderful follower @midnightstar789 who I probably don’t deserve with how they put up with my shit.

I just want to eat my salad in peace, but you came in to hide from someone with a cat. You now want me to keep it until you can get your place ready, when did I become the partner in crime?


Sam opened his door to a empty Gabriel free zone bedroom and sighed. The last few weeks were coming down harsh on the Winchester with midterms coming up.

Sam yawned as he pulled out a salad and another to go coffee cup. The brunette freed his entire schedule to study, that includes making sure Novak wouldn’t come barging in with yet another bizarre plan to find his brother a lay. For some reason, Sam became the victim of these many rants on how to get poor Castiel laid.

The young Winchester sat down to get work done and made it half way through his homework when he heard loud footsteps in the hall way.

Dear god no…

Sam stared at the door and began to count, placing his pen down and rubbing his temple.






Right on cue, Gabriel Novak came barging in with something scooped up in his arms. “Gabriel, I really don’t have-” The Winchester stopped mid sentence as the blonde swooped by and silenced him effectively as loud footsteps were heard outside.


Someone screeched as they echoed down the hall. The two sat in silence until the trickster finally pulled away. “Thank god he’s gone, I gotta go set up my dorm for my little baby now so until then watch him till I come back, okay? Thanks!”

Gabriel was already moving again while Sam was still frozen in his chair when a bundle was shoved into his arms. Sam’s brain finally came back online, but by the time the boy opened his mouth to protest, the blonde was gone with a slam of his door. Sam’s tense shoulders loosed up as he groaned and slammed his head on his desk.

Sometimes this guy was too much for him to handle.

The student lifted himself up, since Gabriel already came by, he was going to end up in part of the trickster’s plans if he agreed or not. Looking down at the bundle, one of Gabriel’s jackets Sam’s mind corrected, Sam realized it was empty.

Didn’t Gabriel say a “him”?

Believing Gabriel was off doing god knows what and that “him” was gonna appear eventually, Sam turned around to finish his homework and finish his lunch. However Sam wouldn’t be getting anything done because there, sitting in his freaking salad was a cat.

Sam stared dumbfound as this ginger  cat stared back with bright golden eyes while sitting in his salad before nodding back off to sleep again. Well looks like lunch time appeared to be over. Sam cautiously sat down next to the cat and began to work again, keeping the tabby in view at all times.

When the college student started to become frustrated, the cat would poke his face up, meow, and then nudge it’s head into Sam’s hand when the student reached out to pet the feline. 

No matter how much Sam denied it, the cat was named Loki by the end of the day and got many visits from the tall giant later on within the weeks. Sam kept coming to room 69 just for Loki, that’s the only person he was coming to visit.

Sam swears on it.

What if Cas got a cat and named it Dean, driving Dean crazy whenever he called out to it in the bunker because the first three or four times Dean thought Cas was calling for him?


Living with Steve, Sam and Bucky would include:

- pizza and fried chicken. Lots of it;

- Cheesecakes, brownies and cookies;

- Sam is the one who cooks all of it;

- Everyone stealing cookie dough and Sam freaking out about it;

- Steve also cooks sometimes, especially pies and cakes. He also helps Sam frequently;

- Movie marathons;

- Karaoke;

- Everyone shipping everyone with everyone;

- Bucky playing pranks on everybody;

- Whenever you, Steve and/or Bucky shower, you leave the fallen hairs stuck on the wall;

- All forget to take the hairs off of the wall;

- Sam freaking out about it;

- You and Bucky are cat people, Steve and Sam are dog people;

- Two cats, two dogs;

- A bird;

- Everyone has their own bedroom, but you frequently find yourselves walking to the others bedrooms to sleep there;

- Steve is a morning person and wakes up everyone;

- Loads of arm wrestling with Bucky;

- You mostly only watch the arm wrestlings because they all worry about you getting hurt;

- Sam freaking out;

- Bucky singing VERY LOUD while showering;

- You often braid Bucky’s hair;

- You’re always making matching flower crowns to everyone and all of you wear it all day long;

- Hide and seek;

- Pillow fights;

- Burping contests;

- Everyone telling Bucky he need a new haircut;

- One eating the other’s food;

- Sam freaking out because someone ate his pie;

- Steve struggling to get comfortable because he’s too big;

- Hugs;

- Steve likes to make hot dogs;

- Sharing house chores;

- All run to you or to Sam when they need to vent;

- Giving the dogs a bath generaly ends in water fights;

- Steve freaking out because someone drank his chocolate milk/ate his last protein bar;

- They always throw you in the pool or jump with you in the pool;

- The cats are assholes and mainly stay in Bucky’s room;

- The cats love Bucky;

- Bucky adores the cats;

- Bucky loves everyone;

- Unexpected hugs;

- Infinite old man jokes at Steve and Bucky;

- Bird jokes on Sam;

- All types of jokes on you;

- “I’ll drive!!”

- “Shotgun!”

- “I said ir first!”

- Sam freaks out;

-Bucky freaking out because someone ate his last cronut;

- When two fight, the other two choose a side and fight too. No one talks for 2 or 3 days;

- Reconciliating at 3 a. m. and going out for hamburgers;

- “He/She started!!!”

- Wandering around together in complete silence;

- Wandering around together being loud as hell;

- Sam and Steve training, you and Bucky watching and eating donuts;

- “Bucky, you need a haircut.”;

- You freaking out because someone ate your last Kit Kat;

- Have I mentioned Sam freaking out?;

- Hot chocolate and iced tea;

- Steve and Bucky are actually great mechanics;

- Steve and Bucky fix almost everything;

- Steve likes to watch and laugh as everyone is drunk. He then takes care of you;

- You getting anxious whenever they leave on a mission;

- You treat their injuries when they het home from a mission;

- You’re like their mom. They always reach out to you and they’re feeling bad;

- Someone going to sleep with someone else or in the couch because the dogs are sleeping on their beds;

- Bucky never getting his hair cut;

- Sam freaking out.


- Dean Ironing Sam’s shirt with beer. (The fact that they are all grown up but Dean still irons Sam’s shirts is just…)
- CHUCK!!!
- God has a blog, he likes cats & traveling. God is Bi. He plays guitar and learned french and sings way too good.
- “I’m not leaving my brother alone”
- Dean trying to breathe in the fog so he could go down with Sammy.
- Metadouche not being a douche but a tron.. metatron.
- Dean’s face when he found the samulet and looking at Sam.
- Chuck singing.
- Samulet glowing , god meeting Sam and Dean.

Imagine a stand off with God!stiel...

“Cas, come on, snap out of it, you’re killing people!” You said shaking your head in disbelief. He was definitely far from the sweet angel that you knew now… He was a monster. The kind you usually put down.

“So?” He said with a smile that made your stomach churn.

“Damn it Cas. It’s taking every ounce of me to not… not…” You stuttered.

“Not what? You really are wasting my time.”

“Not slap you round the face you arrogant little shit.” You felt your eyes go wide at your small outburst. With Cas in this state, who knew what he could do?

“What a brave little ant you are, but you know what more evolved species do to ants?” He rotated his foot a little in emphasis.

“I’m not an ant.” You half snarled as you carefully reached into your pocket for any form of weapon.

“Hm. Maybe not… However, I’m God and you, Y/N, are a nuisance.”

Title: Falcon, Falcon, What Do You See?

Rating: General Audience 

Category: M/M

Relationships: T’Challa/Sam Wilson, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes 

Characters: Sam Wilson, T’Challa, Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Background & Cameo Characters, Maria Hill, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Fluff, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro

Summary: Sam’s best friend, Steve, just landed a job designing a mural for the zoo’s entrance and, like all good friends, Sam goes with him to get a free tour of the various creatures and exhibits on display. The two meet James, their snarky guide, and T’Challa, the new resident expert on big cats, specifically the prized black panthers the zoo has recently acquired.

Sam’s never been a huge lover of cats, but they start growing on him, not in the least because he finds T’Challa’s endless amounts of information on them fascinating. Also they’re very attractive. The cats, not T’Challa… Though Sam cannot deny that T’Challa is easy on the eyes.

Yeah, Sam can definitely start liking cats.

You Gotta’ be Kitten Me

[Based on and AU prompt where someone breaks into the other persons apartment to pet their cat.]

Sam Wilson has seen some shit. Between growing up in Harlem, being in the EXO-7 project during his military career, and helping Captain America take down a neo-Nazi organization, it’s safe to say that he. Has seen. Some shit.

But The Winter Soldier breaking into his New York apartment to kidnap his sleeping kitten (catnap his sleeping kit? Catnap his catnapping kit?) is probably one of the weirdest.


“I need to borrow this,” he says, picking Maisy up and carefully putting her into a large pocket on his tactical pants. She doesn’t even wake up.

Then he hops out of the window and disappears.

It’s 3 in the goddamn AM. Sam just got back from a mission.

He calls Steve who picks up on the third ring.

“Hey, Sam,” Steve answers groggily.

“He stole my cat.”

There’s a pause.


“Bucky stole my cat.” Sam hears Steve get out of bed and pad around his apartment calling for Bucky.

“Shit,” he says after what Sam can only assume is a fruitless search for the wayward assassin.

“Why would he do that? Who steals cats?” Sam asks, tired and vaguely annoyed.

“I have no idea. He was just here, hand to god.”

Suddenly, Sam’s phone beeps, signaling another call.

“Hold on Steve,” he says before answering the other line, “Hello?”

“I’m sorry about taking your cat.”

“Man, where the fuck—,”

“I needed it.”

“For what?” Sam asks disbelievingly.

There’s silence on the other end of the line.


“Tell Steve I’m on my way back to your place.”

The line goes dead.

It is 3 in the GODDAMN AM.

Sam tells Steve where Bucky is and then face-plants into his couch to wait for Bucky. He doesn’t realize that he dozes off until the sound of cats meowing incessantly wakes him up.

He lifts his head from the couch to see Bucky crawling back through the window of his living room, shushing in the general direction of his pockets where all the noise is coming from. Upon closer inspection, Sam sees the head of multiple kittens peeking out of various pockets in Bucky’s uniform. He’s carrying lazy Maisy in his hands. She’s still asleep.

Noticing Sam staring, Bucky shrugs.

“I found them but they wouldn’t get close to me no matter what I did. I used Maisy as bait.”

Sam shakes his head, stunned.

“Why?” He asks, sitting up. Bucky frowns.

“They were just abandoned in an alley. And hungry. I couldn’t leave them.”

Sam shakes his head again but this time with a soft smile. If he thinks about it, this sort of behavior is so damn typical of Barnes. Despite the torture and the brainwashing and everything else he’s faced he’s still so good. So kind and empathetic.

“What’s with that look Wilson?” Bucky narrows his eyes at Sam.

“What look?” Sam asks, though he knows and he doesn’t bother to hide his growing smile.

“That sappy, starry-eyed look you got on your dumb face,” He smirks, “you’re not falling for me are you?”

It’s a joke, Sam knows, or at least Bucky wants it to seem like one.

“What would you do about it if I was, Barnes?”

Sam Wilson has seen some shit. But Bucky Barnes standing in the middle of his living room with pocketfuls of kittens he just rescued and blushing bright red has got to be the best.

Watch on

Fic where Dean & Cas are transformed into cats and Sam has to research a cure while enduring this. 

I’m not sure if this makes any sense, but I love the way Bucky moves in fights compared to others. I can’t even properly put it in words, but I feel like everyone has something in their respective fighting styles that gives them a certain air of lightness and effortlessness. Natasha is basically the world’s deadliest ballerina, Sam very much has wings, T’Challa is a literal cat and even Steve with his shield is very fluent in his movements. But Bucky has this… IDK very powerfull way of moving that makes you wait for the earth to shake as he comes walking towards you - and it’s still there when he fights as Bucky - and I have to admit that is kind of a turn on.