sam is sweaty

OMG A PAINTING I’M ACTUALLY PROUD OF?! I said that i was worried about people not being able to tell it was a painting and someone mentioned, ‘sign it.’ duh. Jesus, I can be dumb sometimes.

ALSO: Thanks you guys for the comments and the reposts I love them all!

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Steve calls himself "bougie" and the Avengers freak out

Natasha walks past where Steve’s sitting on the common-area couch on her way to the kitchen. She quickly glances his way before taking three more steps forward, immediately halting in her tracks and then turning around and backing up to stand in front of him. She tilts her head to the side, examining him.

After a moment, Steve says, “Can I help you?”

“Did you buy that shirt for yourself?” She asks.

Steve glances down to remember what exactly he’s wearing. It’s his new dark blue polo shirt he got at the mall last week. Sam needed a few new shirts and had dragged Steve along for the trip. Steve had commented on the soft material of the shirt and tried it on when Sam suggested he do so. It was just too soft not to. The best part about his new shirt, however, is the way Sam’s face looked after he saw it. The purchase was a no brainer.

“Yes.”

“That’s a Ralph Lauren shirt, Steve. Did you get it on sale? I never knew you to spend more than seven dollars tops on a shirt.”

“That’s not true,” Bucky says from where he’s seated on the couch across the room next to Sam. “One time he bought a flannel shirt for eleven whole dollars.”

Natasha snorts. “Big spender.”

“That is my favorite shirt,” Steve tells Bucky. “It’s so warm I don’t have to wear a jacket if it’s a little chilly.” Steve’s pretty sure Sam’s shoulders are shaking with laughter he’s almost managing to stifle.

“So how do you go from ‘eleven whole dollars’ to thirty.” She pauses suddenly. “Wait is Macy’s having a sale?”

“No, and the shirt was $28.95 for your information. I was just feeling a little bougie, that’s all.”

Steve hears Bucky sigh loudly just as Sam’s head pokes up from where he was pretending not to laugh into his lap. “What?”

“I was feeling bougie.”

“Who taught you that word?” Sam asks. Then, “Was it Bucky? Who taught Bucky that word?”

“I heard some kids saying it one day and googled it. I don’t know, it sounded neat.”

“Bougie sounded neat,” Natasha repeats, deadpan.

“Yes.”

Sam gives Steve the sternest, most serious look Steve’s ever seen. He lifts up his finger and points it at him. Steve’s pretty sure he looks about three years old right now. Bucky’s still sighing, somehow, maybe never stopped. Sam finally says, “No.” He repeats it again like Steve’s a puppy. “No.”

“Uh, okay?” Steve manages.

Natasha shakes her head before continuing to walk into the kitchen. “Bougie sounded neat,” she repeats to herself. Then she starts laughing.

ADORAR

REQUEST (ANON)Will you please do Steve x Reader smut involving muscle worship like biting his bicep or some thing like that? Or maybe this has been written before would you rec these kind of fic? I love muscular men Jesus help me . 

I personally don’t know any other fics like this , but I hope someone can help you out . I hope you like this nonnie. 

A/N - Thank you Taw @supersoldierslover so much .I love you .

Also I decided to jump on the A/B/O bandwagon with this one-shot because why the fuck not. I love reading them and this is my extremely poor attempt at writing it. But I still hope you like it.

WORDS - 2.2K

WARNING- Smut, oral (mr/fr) , vaginal sex.NSFW GIFS (that’s it I guess. If I missed anything , feel free to tell me , I will add it.)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Urghhh ,Hrmph ….” The sounds of grunts and groans , thudding of the punching bag and clinking of the machines filled the gym . Everyone watching from the sidelines as Steve tried to relieve his frustration. Every omega that tried to walk towards him he’d just hiss and scare them  away . It was a little comical to you . To see Steve who was usually the most calm , just going through tens of punching bags , sweat dripping from his face and his perfectly toned abs , down his juicy thighs.

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Sweet Dreams (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: Reader feels left out from the Avengers and Bucky helps her, then she helps Bucky.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety and Depression, Nightmares, Social anxiety, panic attacks.

“Hey Nat, could you help me-“.

“No.” She said sternly, cutting me off.

“But I-“.

“No. I’m not going to help you with whatever bullshit you need, okay?” She mocked, huffing off.

Great, way to start off my day.

Why was she mad at me? 

All I wanted was for her to help me out with training and then hang out with me or something, I knew that I was new, but I just wanted to make some friends- I’ve never really been good with the whole friends thing and this sets the bar pretty low.


I tried as hard as I could to shrug off the incident with Nat, it didn’t really work, but the keyword here was tried.

Crying wasn’t an option, they’d all just laugh at me, I had to stay strong- for myself, not them.

Steve and Sam walked in, both sweaty from their jog “Uh.. Guys? Do you think that maybe I could jog with you tomorrow?” I asked gleefully.

Sam laughed as though I had just said the worlds funniest joke “oh, that… it wasn’t a joke?”.

Steve was silent and although he elbowed Sam, a smile was plastered on his face; They laughed down the hallway, making jokes about me.

Maybe this whole ‘Avengers’ thing wasn’t right for me…


Tony was holding a huge party, he didn’t consider the fact that I hated parties and they freaked me out, sure I could act fine and actually be social in small parties, but tony had invited so many people it was ridiculous; to put it bluntly, I was dying inside.

I was really flipping anxious, I approached tony, who- with his female army were blocking the exit “Tony, could you please move?” I asked, as politely as I could in the current situation.

The girls around him laughed at a joke he was saying “Tony? Could you move please?!” I said with more urgency, as I tried to push through but got shoved back. 

No one would care, none of the Avengers even noticed me… I knew I hadn’t met Clint, Pietro or Wanda, but if this was anything to go by I didn’t want to.

“Please, please, let me through- I need… fresh air!” I gasped.

Panic overcame me and all my breath got sucked up into my lungs, I was going to pass out.

This was in fact the last straw.

“ANTHONY HOWARD STARK, COULD YOU PLEASE LET ME THROUGH!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, I could tell Tony was trying to get on my nerves, because not only did he not budge, he also acknowledged my presence.

“Tony, could you move outta the way before I ram my metal fist into your skull” a deep, strained voice boomed from behind me.

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Lost and Found - Part 3

Summary: You make breakfast for the boys and after an unfortunate incident, you find out something big about what might have happened during those ten missing years.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel
Word Count: 2564
Warnings: Angst, mental breakdown, language, sweaty!Sam (always needs a warning)
A/N: More things are being revealed but it also leaves more questions. I hope you guys are liking this series. :) Beta’d by the amazing @saxxxology and if you want to be tagged in this series, please send me an ask!

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You barely slept the entire night, tossing and turning in the unfamiliar bed. You could deal with the supernatural being real, and in time, with your dad’s death… but knowing your uncle’s body was walking around with an angel inside it? Impossible.

A soft knock on your door drew your attention away from your racing thoughts.

“Hey, it’s Sam.”

“Come in,” you rasped, throat sore and dry from sleep. You reached over and grabbed the water bottle from the nightstand as the door slowly inched open.

He didn’t come into the room, but stood in the doorway, blocking most of the light from the hallway from spilling into the room. “It’s a little after seven, I’m heading out for my morning run. I didn’t know if you were a morning workout person, but I thought I would offer.”

“I appreciate it, Sam, but I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything.” You offered a shy smile and chugged the rest of your water. “Maybe sometime later this week?”

Sam nodded and smiled in response and scratched his head, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. You found your eyes slowly tracing over his body as he shut the door, admiring the toned thighs and muscular torso of the younger Winchester before he disappeared from your sight. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep, and threw the covers off your body.

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The Maid

Characters: reader, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, Dom!dean, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 3411

Summary: when you take up a new job as a maid at the bunker, you may have a slight crush on your boss; Dean.

A/N: happy Valentine’s Day, here some Dean smut for you beautiful people

You were running late to your job interview. It wasn’t like you weren’t prepared or didn’t leave on time, but this place was very hidden. You were in desperate need of money so you decided to go to an interview to become a maid at a bunker. You had seen the ad for the job, you didn’t have to book an interview you just had to show up between the time 3:00pm-5:30pm. It was 6:30pm and you had only just arrived outside of this bunker.

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You Look Good on Me

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1627

A/N: One-shot written for @casbabydontgoineedyou / Katie’s 1K Writing Challenge / prompt #18 - The last time you made dinner, you caught the kitchen on fire. NSFW/18+ readers/adult content – oral sex, female receiving (come on, who doesn’t fantasize about this angel between their thighs?).

Summary: Fluffy, adorable, eager-to-please-you Castiel likes the way you look in his white button down shirt the morning after a night of incredible sex. So much so, he wants to make you breakfast.

(not my GIF)

Lebanon Times daily newspaper tucked under one arm, paperboard Gas ‘N Sip coffee cup clasped in hand, whistling low to the classic rock tune of Smoke on the Water, Dean Winchester leisurely rambled by the bunker’s kitchen threshold. Several paces beyond the door, he stopped up short, coffee sloshing from the ill-fitting plastic lid to splatter his leather shoes, brow furrowing, brain incrementally registering the odd sight presented to his peripheral vision. Gravitating backward, he craned his neck, peering into the kitchen, calmly confirming with a bob of his head that Castiel was indeed situated at the counter attempting to assuage an angrily beeping coffee maker into producing a fresh pot while wearing nothing but crinkled white boxer shorts. Dean scanned up and down the empty hall and around the otherwise unoccupied room before clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Cas snapped shut the top of the ornery contraption, effectively silencing it. Angling to regard his friend, he cordially nodded in greeting, “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean stepped through the door, an amused smirk overtaking his features, “Uh, Cas, look man, it’s great to see you finally making yourself at home, but where the hell are your clothes?”

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Sun’s Out…

And The Burgess Buns Are Out!

Sexy As Hell, Baby!

anonymous asked:

Drabble idea: Sabriel + edging ❤️ thank you!

“Not yet, Sam.”

“Please.” Sam’s sweaty and writhing and doesn’t remember ever being this hard.

And no one has fucking touched him yet.

That’s the problem, really. Gabriel’s had him lying in this bed for hours, while he watches from a chair, telling Sam how to roll his hips and when to drag his cock over the soft sheets, but not a single hand (or mouth) has been on him, and Sam’s pretty sure he’s dying. Especially since Gabriel’s gotten himself off more than once and made Sam watch.

“Nope,” Gabe grins. “Not yet. Just keep thrusting. Those sheets feel good?”

Sam claws at the bed, shaking a little because he’s so fucking close and he is not going to come until he’s told to, and nods. “But not as good as you. Come on. Come fuck me.”

Gabriel grins and stays silent, so Sam pushes his luck and rolls over, spreads his legs wide and lets Gabriel see what he could have. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Sam asks. “Don’t you want to pound into me until we both come?”

Gabriel winks, and Sam groans, knowing he hasn’t won. “I want you to roll back over and keep feeling those sheets. While I tell you, in detail, exactly what I want to do to you.”

It was still jarring to see his brother like this. Calm and at peace, spread out on his stomach, curled underneath the sheets sound asleep.

Sam had gotten up a little over half and hour ago, untangling his body from Dean’s who was lightly snoring next to him and took his morning run. They needed this, this vacation where they turned off their phones and didn’t read the newspaper and allowed themselves to relax, unwind.

They found some resort along the beaches in Mexico, drove all day and all night to get there. That had been a week ago and Dean had taken to the lazy days and the domestic bliss almost as soon as his toes touched the sand.

Dean was still asleep by the time that Sam got back to the room and instead of heading straight to the shower, he stood in the doorway to the bedroom and watched his brother sleep.

Then Sam peeled his shirt from his body, wiping the sweat from his face before he quietly padded over to the bed, climbing upon it next to his brother.

Slowly he kissed up Dean’s back, along the freckled flesh and smirked when Dean stirred underneath him. Dean raised his head from the pillows and glanced over at Sam before burying his head back in the pillows.

“Sam, you’re sweaty.” Dean groaned, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Yeah? I just back from a run.” Sam answered, rolling closer to his brother, draping his body across his.

Dean scoffed. “We’re on vacation, Sam. You shouldn’t be running.” Another groan and Dean lifted his head to look at Sam again. He shifted under the weight of his brother. “Get of me. You stink.”

Sam chuckled, sucking a spot on the knob of his spine. “Maybe I’m trying to get you out of bed and into the shower with me.”

“I wanna sleep.” Dean retorted.

“You’ve been sleeping all morning, Dean.” Sam muttered as he dragged his lips back down Dean’s spine, pulling the blankets down with him to expose more and more naked, beautiful flesh. “C’mon, Dean.”

Dean lifted his head once more, turning to look at Sam and the playful glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips and sighed before he kicked Sam off his body, pretending to look annoyed but Sam knew that the look of annoyance would quickly be replaced as soon as Sam got him underneath the spray of the shower and got down on his knees.

Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

Race - Requested

Sam Holland x Reader, Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 1,599

Requested by: @voidxkenobi; I really, really hope you like it. Your other request is on its way :)

“I wanted to request a Harry and Sam imagine where they try to win the reader’s attention.”

This is my first ever requested fic, so I really, really apologise if it’s not up to par. If you have any requests, please message or comment below. Thanks so much!

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It was a rather hot day today, the sweat was making your thighs stick together uncomfortably. You looked to the air condition in your room, it was almost like it was taunting you.

“C’mon, you sodding thing, do your job!” you yelled at it, the heat making you aggravated

The sound of your voice bounced off your bedroom walls. You sighed and shook your head, it was never a good sign when you started to yell at inanimate objects. With a huff, you picked up your phone and called up one of your best friends.

Riiiiiing…

“Harry fucking Holland, you better pick up or else-“

Riiiiiing…

“-I’m going to fuck you up so bad. I fucking swear it,-“

“Hello?” a female voice finally answered

“-your life will be hell-Oh, hello?”

“Y/N? Hi, love!” Harry’s mum, Nikki, greeted you

Crap. You wished she didn’t hear any of the threats you were giving her son.

“Hi, Nikki! How are you?” you asked politely, trying to cover for yourself

She laughed through the other end of the line. “I’m rather good. Harry and Sam are busy, I’m afraid. They’re working on-“

“Is that Y/N?” you heard a voice in the background

“Yes, it is. But I was telling her you two were busy.” Nikki’s voice sounded farther away

“No. No, I’m not busy! Hello?” Harry’s deep voice finally filled your ears

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. “Busy?” you asked teasingly

“What? Me? Love, I’m never busy for you.” He flirted unashamedly

Just as you were about to reply, you hear Harry groan in pain.

“Harry? Harry, what happened? Are you alright?”

“Hey, Y/N!” another deep voice greeted you

Sam.

You didn’t think you were ever going to get sick of these twins’ antics. The picture was clear in your head, Sam had either wrestled Harry for the phone or hit him for it.

“Hey, Sam. Listen, it’s rather hot and my AC decided to be a shit today, can we go out for some ice cream?”

Sam felt his heart race with anticipation, he hasn’t been able to hang out with you for quite some time. Same goes for Harry.

“Yes. Definitely. We’re going to Joanie’s, I presume?” he felt a gust of pride for remembering your favourite ice cream parlour

You, in turn, felt a new rush of excitement. Oh, come on. Ice cream at your favourite place with your best friends? The day was already looking up.

“Hell. Yes. I’m going to get ready, see you two in a bit!”

“I’ll be there, love.” Sam was just about to end the call when Harry snatched the phone out of his hands

“He means we! We’ll be there, Y/N!” Harry interjected

The last thing you heard before ending the call was Harry saying,

“Alright, look here you twat. She called me, not you-“

Those silly boys, you thought to yourself with a smile. You dressed quickly, throwing on the first decent outfit you could come up with.

“I’m going out!” you yelled to the occupants of your house as you jogged out the door

It wasn’t far so you opted to walk. The sun was shining, its light breaking into fragments through the tall trees that lined the street. Your walk to the ice cream parlour was uneventful, though you stopped every so often to pet some dogs you saw on the way.

Joanie’s was your absolute favourite place in this city, as you stepped through the doors, you were reminded of why. You felt as though you took a step back in time with every visit.

There was a functioning jukebox in the corner, Sinatra crooning softly through the speakers. The white pinstriped walls were hung with vintage photographs and the black and white checkered floor was so shiny, you could see your reflection in it as you walked to one of the red vinyl booths next to the window.

You slid into the seat and waited patiently for the twins to arrive. You turned you back to the window, perusing the list of flavours hung on top of the counter.

As you were deciding between two of them, a bell chimed, signaling someone’s entrance. You looked over to see Harry striding confidently towards you with a sweet smile on his face.

You stood up to greet him and he engulfed you in a big hug, Harry was such a hugger even though he vehemently denied it. You two pulled away and Harry took a moment to admire your gorgeous face.

“You look beautiful today, Y/N.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as you looked up at your tall friend. Your moment was interrupted by the parlour door slamming open. You didn’t notice the way Harry squeezed his eyes shut in mild annoyance.

Looking over Harry’s shoulder, you saw Sam stalking towards you. He was drenched in sweat and he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Sam’s here!”

“Perfect.” Harry muttered under his breath

Sam threw Harry a dirty look as he passed him but when he looked at you his smile was genuine. He handed you the flowers and he hugged you tightly.

“Oh wow! Sam, you shouldn’t have.” You took a whiff of the gorgeous arrangement and exhaled contentedly

“Yeah, Sam. You really shouldn’t have,” Harry grumbled from behind his twin

The three of you sat in you booth. Harry slid in first, followed by you, then Sam. It was a tight squeeze, seeing as you were all sitting on the same side.

“So, uh, Sam. Why are you all sweaty? And why didn’t you two arrive together?” you asked, gently placing Sam’s bouquet on the table

Sam chuckled. “It’s a funny story actually,” He smirked at Harry threateningly

“I was just about to get my bike, you see. But-OW WHAT THE HELL?!” he suddenly exclaimed, rubbing his ear.

From behind your back, Harry had tugged Sam’s earlobe, hard.

You whipped around and glared at both boys. “What is happening here? You guys are being stranger than usual.”

“Nothing! C’mon, Sam. Let’s go get Y/N some ice cream! S’cuse us, love.” Harry gently maneuvered around you and walked with Sam to the counter

That wasn’t weird at all.

You moved to the opposite seat so wouldn’t have to be caught in the twins’ crossfire. They returned, glass bowls of colourful ice cream in their hands. Sam placed the bowl of (insert favourite ice cream flavor here) in front of you with a warm smile.

They both made a move to sit next to you again but you held up a finger.

“No. Go sit over there.” You commanded, pointing to the seats you were previously occupying

The twins frowned but did as you said, sitting in front of you. The initial weirdness thankfully dissipated as you all chatted and ate, you noticed though how Sam and Harry would talk over each other and try to best the other’s stories.

“Oh crap,” you said as your spoon hit the bottom of your glass bowl with a tiny clink “I’m all out.”

It was like an electric current passed through the twins, they both scrambled to grab your empty bowl, almost knocking over their own.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed as you lifted your bowl over your head

You looked at them with an incredulous look on your face. “Seriously?”

They began elbowing each other in what they thought was an inconspicuous manner.

“Let me get that for you, Y/N.” Sam reached up to gently cup your hands

“No, let me, Y/N.” Harry also placed his hands on yours

You quickly let your bowl go so that both of them were holding it in the air like idiots. Crossing your arms, you gave them what they knew was your death glare. They quickly set the bowl down and crossed their arms on the table.

If you weren’t so bewildered by their behavior, you would have found it cute how they were looking right at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Okay. Tell me what’s going on.” you demanded sternly

The twins eyed each other before Harry nodded at Sam.

“I want to take you on a date.” he confessed to you, cheeks turning pink

“And so do I.” Harry added

“But we sort of want you to.. Choose?” Sam told you sheepishly

You were absolutely floored. “You’re joking.”

They shook their heads in unison.

“We’ve been discussing this for a while now. I was supposed to ask you when I arrived but, Sam interrupted.” Harry couldn’t help the accusatory tone that laced his words

Sam, in turn, rolled his eyes. He then looked to you expectantly, Harry did the same.

Wow. In all your years of knowing these boys, you don’t think they’ve ever looked at you like that before.

You sighed, letting your shoulders sag. Your eyes met theirs, brown and green.

“Well, I guess I’d have to say,” The twins held their breath.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

Slipping swiftly out of the booth, you ran outside Joanie’s. Two sets of hurried footsteps were hot on your trail, they were going to catch up with you in a second if you didn’t think fast. You spotted Sam’s bike leaning against a potted plant.

Yes!

You hopped on and raced away. Your laugh was the only thing the twins reached as they stepped outside. Sam caught a glimpse of you on his bike, turning a corner. He looked to Harry, who had spotted you as well.

They gave each other a knowing smile before they both took off running after you.

This was going to be fun.

☇ may i have this dance? [s.h]

summary: Sam Holland is a Greaser who is ready to fight anyone, but he’s still the biggest softy around and when he meets you… God damn, someone better catch him when he falls.
pairing: sam holland x reader
warnings: nothing i do not thiniik? talk of sam being naked? awkwardness
a/n: part twoowowow. i had a lot of help so thank you!! this also was hyped up so i am posting this since its greaser!holland blurb night with my girl tori. alright, lets go!
pt. one, pt. two, pt. three, pt. four
tags:@lovelyimagines  , @spacedoutsher, @spidergirlwanab, @harrisonsbestfriend , @spee-iderman , @sam-a-holland , @societalreject, @lexie-holland-blog


The next afternoon was hectic. Sam was let out of school early since the high school decided they would do a Sock Hop for a “Welcome Back to hell” type of thing, and because Sam had nothing else to do, he decided he would go to the dance, which started in an hour and a half so he had only three hours to eat, get dressed, do his hair and make sure Paddy’s homework was done. Sam sighed loudly as he showered, his mind going to the last place he had his white button down at. He swore he put it up, but he wasn’t too sure.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair before turning off the water and stepping out, wrapping a towel around his waist before going to his room. He searched for a pair of boxers and some sweats before going to Tom’s room and stealing a pair from him.

Sam began rummaging through the closet, searching for the simple top. He found it on the top shelf with the other boy’s nice clothes. He quickly put the sleeves over his arms, leaving it unbuttoned, he began walking around his room, searching for slacks or nice jeans – something at least. He found a pair of black jeans under his bed, sighing beginning to walk towards the kitchen, putting them in the washer for a quick wash.

He went back to his room and began trying to fix his hair. If his mom was still here this wouldn’t be a problem, but she wasn’t so he would have to do it on his own.

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