sam shops

keepforeverinabox  asked:

I really like your coffe shop pagan Sam (yaay! For more Sam in your style). Just one question. Does he have something special about his hands? I noticed that his body has a normal skin tone but not his hands.

Thank you! 

Yes, that’s due to his magic. In the regular pagan gods verse Sam occasionally gets blood sacrifices, which give him a massive power boost. But there are negative consequences which affect him phyiscally. This is how his hands look like in the regular pagan gods verse:

Since his magic is bound in the coffee shop AU his hands are just a pale grey. :D

Mysterious Hazelnut | Pt. II

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista. 

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist |

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.k+

Beta: @waywardlullabies [thank u, xoxo]

Warnings: PURE CUTENESS Y’ALL.

A/N: A while back I had this request and I finally found a way to incorporate and write something that I kinda feel identified with but in a cute way. Gonna see about the cheeky smut but there’s def gonna be a sexy scene, not on this part tho… *Wink wink* [ About the gif; THAT HOW HE LOOKS IN MY MIND FOR THIS FIC. I MEANNNNNN. ]

Request by Anonymous: Hey so i was wondering if you could do a Sam x plus size!reader and she is dating Sam but is super self conscious of her body and is awkward in trying to tell Sam how she feels? Fluff with some cheeky smut?

THANKS FOR READING AND ENJOY♥

It’s been a two days since Sam gave you his number and you still haven’t called him. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, the honest reason was simple; you didn’t had time. Two days ago you had to work and do closing, by the time you got home it was too late. Yesterday was a rush day with three classes and homework; yet there still some you had to finish tonight. But before you needed to call him and prove you aren’t the asshole, he might think you are by now.

And today… the day when you finally made some time to call and see if he was free to go out, you couldn’t find the dammed up Sam wrote his number on. It had to be in your house, you clearly remembered putting it on the living room and then maybe in your room. You should have saved the number on your phone the second the hottest barista you’ve ever met wrote it on the cup. But it wasn’t the case thanks to all the things that rush through your mind at all times.

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All of the Stars

Summary: Bucky can’t sleep, so he goes star-gazing. 

Word Count: 844

A/N: This just came to me and I love it, I hope you all do as well. 

Originally posted by mavidenizinmorprensi

Careful not to make too much noise, Bucky picked up the keys to Steve’s motorcycle on his way to the door, his hand gliding across the back of the couch and hooking around his leather jacket. Deftly swinging it over his broad shoulders, he finished grabbing his favorite pair of boots, the ones he had bought with the first paycheck Stark had given him once he became an official part of the Avengers. Steve had been so ecstatic and he and Sam had taken him shopping. Bucky couldn’t stop marveling at the giant shopping malls that he never thought would inhabit the future.

The door closed with a soft click and he took a deep breath. It was the middle of the night and he shouldn’t be going out like this, expose himself to the enemies that lured in the dark, waiting to strike at the perfect moment. But he couldn’t help himself.

Gliding down the hall and to the staircase, Bucky took them two at a time until he got to the underground floor, the old door creaking as he wedged it opened. He slipped through and closed it with his foot, stepping towards the familiar motorcycle. He had promised Steve he’d buy one of his own, but this one was special. He had half a mind to offer Steve all his money to keep it.

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wore a printed sweatshirt to work and didn’t get fired so it was a good morning

*Gabriel walks into a tattoo shop*

(it’s the shop where Sam works, of course)

(it’s his shift, too)

“Hello, can I get a tattoo?”

“Sure. Something in particular you wanna do?”

“You, preferably.”

“…that was awful. Does it ever work?”

“Nope. But hey, you’re smiling, so I’d say it was worth it.”

“So…”

“So.”

“The - um - the tattoo?”

“Oh. Yes, yes I do, as a matter of fact. I want the cliche flock of birds flying into the distance one. But with UFOs. UFOs that look like birds at a glance, but when you look closer you see that they are actually UFOs. And there’s even a tiny green alien in one of them, waving its green alien hand. Or tentacle. Your choice, I’m not picky.”

“…yeah, I can do that. But… can I ask why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want this particular design?”

“That’s a very, very personal question. And a serious matter. I cannot possibly bare my soul like that to a total stranger.”

“Yet you’d allow them to poke you with a needle.”

“Oh I’d allow them to poke me with all kinds of things if they happen to be as gorgeous as you.”

“…okay fine, I kinda walked into that one. Doesn’t make it less awful though.”

“I try.”

“I’m Sam, by the way. Not a total stranger now, see?”

“Nice to meet you, Sam, I’m Gabriel.”

“Does 8 pm this Saturday work for you?”

“Sure. But aren’t you closed Saturdays?”

“Oh I wasn’t talking about your appointment.“

“No?”

“Nope. Today’s kinda slow. We can get to your tattoo in an hour or so - as soon as I’m done with the sketches.”

“What are we doing on Saturday then?”

“Whatever you feel like. Coffee? Movie? Dinner?”

“As in… a date.”

“Yep.”

“You’re asking me out… on a date?!”

“Yep. But just so you know, it’s not because of your awful pick up lines.”

“…you sure?”

“Yep.”

“O…kay then. Dinner. Date. Yes. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Well, it depends…”

“On what?”

“If you can guess why I want this tattoo.”

“…to fuck with people?”

“Marry me? I mean, we haven’t even had our first date yet, and you know me so well already.”

“Hmm… I’ll let you know after the dessert.”

12 Days of Sabriel – Day 2

Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 2
Words:
937
Summary:
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style.
Warnings:
Underage Drinking (< 21 years)

Sabriel || Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic

Day 1

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