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You Know I Need You

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean 

Warnings: violence, angst, seriously if you’re squeamish don’t read:) 

Word count: 1852

Summary: The Reader is stabbed by a Demon and the Winchesters rush to get her home and stitched up before it’s too late. 

Tag list: @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @arianacullen2008 @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious @bambinovak @writingthingsisdifficult @aliensdeservebetter

A/N: I just got home from hanging out with a few friends, I’m tired but decided I wanted to write something for you guys. So please excuse any grammatical errors, I’ve edited it but, as I said before, I’m tired. Alright, that’s it, hope you enjoy! :) 

Originally posted by heytheredeann

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 流れ星   /   Nagareboshi

A Study Playlist: all instrumentals with a mash of movie soundtracks and anime piano covers (ok so it’s almost all anime piano covers but who’s complaining? ;D)


  1. Second Star From the Right - Sam Yung
  2. Yuujin A kun wo Watashi no Bansousha ni Ninmei Shimasu - Yokoyama Masaru (My Lie in April OST)
  3. Owari no Sekai Kara - Animenz (Og. by Yanagi Nagi)
  4. Nagi no Asu Kara Opening/Ending Theme Medley - Animenz (Og. by Ray/Yanagi Nagi) 
  5. Laputa: Castle in the Sky Suite - Eminence Symphony Orchestra
  6. Teru no Uta - Pianomusiclvr (Og. by Tamiya Terashima)
  7. 5 Centimeters Per Second End Theme - Tenmon
  8. Kimi no Shiranai Monogatari - Animenz (Og. by Supercell)


Birthday Surprise

Summary: In which a day you’re dreading becomes a day you’ll never forget.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 2,652

A/N: Happy happy birthday, @sebseyesandbuckysthighs! I adore you with all my heart and I hope you have the amazing day you deserve! This one’s for you, my fellow X-Files lover :) (And shoutout to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower™️ for letting me include them in this)

@avengerstories - Thank you, as always for being such an amazing editor and friend.

Originally posted by rottentomatoes

On regular days, waking up in the morning is a slow process. You’ll start by rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and do some stretches while lying down. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll fall right back asleep. Other times, you’ll just stay wrapped up in your blankets and bask in the serene silence of your soundproofed room.

Today isn’t one of those regular days. It could’ve been if Tony hadn’t opened his big mouth in front of the team a few days ago and informed everyone of your upcoming birthday. You genuinely thought that Wanda was going to faint when he made the announcement that made you want to wring his neck.

You love the team, you really do, and you understand how important birthdays are to them. For you however, the same can’t be said. You never understood the need to make such a big deal out of that single day of the year. Surely there were more important things to celebrate.

Your attempts to douse the flames of their excitement after that were futile. Wanda and Nat were already making plans for a party. Clint was quick to jump in with decoration ideas, while Tony was offering up his credit card to pay for everything. Steve was thinking about what kind of cake you might like and he recruited Bruce and Bucky to help him.

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Manhattan (1979) 

dir. Woody Allen.

Why is life worth living? That’s a very good question. Well, there are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. Like what? Okay, for me, I would say, Groucho Marx, to name one thing and Willie Mays, and the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony, and Louie Armstrong’s recording of “Potato Head Blues,” Swedish movies, naturally, “Sentimental Education” by Flaubert, Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra, those incredible apples and pears by Cézanne, the crabs at Sam Wo’s, Tracy’s face …

It’s Complicated by: angelwingsandthings
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG-13
WC: ~11k
Summary: In which Dean develops feelings for the quirky, tea drinking, farmer’s market attending bookstore owner and Sam insists on using Facebook relationship statuses as hard, cold evidence.

Written for lastknownwriter. Beta’d by literaryoblivion.

Team free will-Together

Title: Together

Parings:Team free will x reader

Word count:1115

Request:Hiya! Could you do one where the reader is pregnant and going into labor and team free will has to take care of her during an at home birth? Whether you make the father of the child a mystery man or one of the members of tfw is up to you! Really cute/fluffy please. Thank you darling!! <3


’'Whoa, whoa! What are you doing.” Sam yelped out as he rushed over to you and grabbed the box out of your hands. You froze, unsure of what to do. 

“I thought I was getting a box but it’s clear I was throwing fire’'You said, sarcasm dripping for the tip of your tongue as you got off the ladder. Sam grunted giving you his classical bitch face as he peered over the top of the box. 

’'You shouldn’t be carrying this with your condition’'Sam scolded, setting hte box on the floor and holding his hand out for you to grip onto. You rolled your eyes, gripping the larger hand in front of you and resting the other on your large stomach. 

’'Stop fussing over me’'You whined, rolling your soft orbs once more. Sam walked you to the living room where the other two boys were sitting at the table, either eating and discussing something. 

’'Oh, hey fatty’'Dean smirked. You scoffed, whacking the back of his head as you narrowed your eyes. 

’'I will sit on you’'You said making Dean stop laughing. 

’'So, you got any names yet?’'Dean asked as he shoved more pie into his mouth. You crinkled your nose at the pie dotting around his mouth before he raised his hand and wiped it off. 

Castiel got up and pulled out his chair for you. You knew he was fussing again but you gave him a kind smile and sat down in the angels chair. ’'I don’t know’'You shrugged. 

’'I was thinking (Daughters name) for a girl” You pondered. “And for a boy, Bobby.” You smiled. 

“That’s nice, (y/n)” Cas smiled, patting your shoulder gently. 

“yeah. I’m sure he’d be happy about that, (y/n)” Sam added, giving you a kind smile. 




You shot up, throwing your magazine on the table, panic coursing through your body. Sam immediately shielded you with his much larger body, gun ready. Castiel covering your back in case anything snuck up from behind you. Your hands snuck to your stomach in fear. 

’'Do not Panic (y/n). Nothing will happen to the child’'Cas nodded, a promising tone in his voice. You were worried about Dean, it was Dean who had cried out your name.

Dean suddenly came running in, skidding as he turned the corner and almost falling on his face. He held a huge grin marking his delicate features. You all sighed in relief You slightly grumpier. 

’'What the hell Man, you scared us!’'Sam scolded his older brother. 

’'Sorry, but look what I found!’'He exclaimed as he held up a little cowboy outfit. Your hands shot to your mouth in awe. 

’'Oh my god-”


“Sorry Cas’' 

’'Oh my Gosh, Dean! I can’t believe you got that! Look how cute it is!” You squealed. 

“I know right!” Dean grinned like a mad man. 

“It’s cute and all, but what if it’s a girl?’'Sam asked. 

’'Oh yeah…’'You trailed off. 

’'Already ahead of you’'Dean said as he held up a pink little princess dress. You started to squeal and clap again. 

’'Oh my gosh, they’re so cute-OWH!’' 

All three men rushed to you, panic laced in their features. Dean gripped your elbow to steady you. Sam faced turned white as he coughed, his cheeks lighting red. 

”(y/n), I think you just pee’d on me. But it’s okay, don’t wo-“

’'Sam. I think that is what you call, her water breaking’'Cas interrupted. Your eyes widened, hands shaking. 

’'Holy shi-OWH!”


“Deep breaths, deep breaths. That’s it” Dean coaxed. You sat with your back against the wall, sweat trickling down your forehead as you breathed in sharply and out. 

“Owh! God! Dean it hurts. It hurts’'You cried out. He smoothed back your hair from your forehead as he held you hand, ignoring how tight you were squeezing it. 

’'I know, I know baby. You’re doing great, Okay. I’m gonna be right here with you’'He soothed. 

’'I can’t do this. I can’t” You sniffled, head falling back as you face scrunched up just as the other two feld back into the room with towels. 

“ARGHHHH!” You screamed. You gripped Sam’s hand. “Why did I chose a home birth! I want the damn drugs!’' 

You had chosen to have a home birth since you wanted to keep quiet about the whole baby situation, in case of any 'things’. You also wanted it to just be you and the boys, you knew doctors wouldn’t let all of them in the room. 

Sam and Dean where either side holding your hands, and Cas was by your legs. He was going to be delivering the baby since he wouldn’t be awkward about it since he was an angel so the whole 'Beautiful life giving’ sheesh. Also, he wouldn’t be put off by how gross it would look. 

’'You’re going to have to start pushing” Cas said. You tried, you gripped harder onto their hands, teeth clenching as you pushed, It didn’t get you no where, you had to stop you were in to much pain. 

“I can’t.’'You cried. 

’'Yes, you can. You’re doing great!’'Sam encouraged, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. You sobbed louder and turned to Sam, your head falling on his shoulder. 

’'I can’t. Sam, I’m scared. What if something goes wrong. I can’t do this. I’ll be a horrible mother!’'You sobbed, eyes closing. 

’'Listen to me (y/n)” Sam demanded. “You are the most loving kind, selfless person I have ever met. You will make the best mother in the world. The only one who will love that baby more than you is us. And you’re not going to be alone. We are going to protect and love that baby with everything we have. We won’t let anything happen to them’' 

’'Okay’'You nodded, sniffling. 

’'You’re going to have to push harder, (y/n)” Cas said as he glanced up at you. S you did. Thankfully it wasn’t long before you felt teh pain leave and heard a crying sound. 

“Would you like to cut it?’'Cas asked Dean. Dean gripped the scissors and cut the umbilical chord. 

’'Squishy’'Dean breathed out, nose crinkling. You laughed out of tears. Cas smiled at you proudly as he wrapped up the baby and handed the baby to you. 

’'What is it?’'You asked, as you took him in your arms. 

’'A boy’'Cas smiled. 

’'You got a boy!” Sam smiled. 

“He’s so beautiful’'You cried, the tears falling down your face. You sniffled and cried over the beautiful little bundle in your arms. 

’'Like his mother, Hey” Dean smirked. You shook your head, laughing tearly. 

“We’re so proud of you, (y/n)”

The Six Steps of Falling in Love With Her - Sam Wilkinson

This is inspired by a post I saw off of instagram by “rb” on ‘poemsporn_’. 

“Step One: You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd.”

Sam smiled, nodding his head to his buddies who had recently partied with him the past weekend. It seemed like he found more friends every party he went to, which he didn’t mind, it made it easier to find people he knew. He ran his fingers through his hair making sure it was all in perfect place when she came around the corner in the hallway. She was smiling with her friend who departed with her a few seconds after to go into a nearby classroom. Her eyes met with his just as she looked up and smiled at him. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was stunning, every little detail. He didn’t break eye contact with her until she looked down as they passed each other. Her perfume hit him harder than he expected, sending him into dreamland and making him feel intoxicated. As the day went by, he focused on his school work and focused on football practice after. It wasn’t until he lay in bed that night when she was on his mind. Her beautiful eyes staring back into his kept replaying over and over. Ten o’clock turned to eleven o’clock, and he fell asleep to her eyes.

“Step Two: She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could easily give you away.”

Her soft giggle filled the park as the two of them slowly walked through it. Snow was just beginning to fall and the street they were walking on was filled with twinkling lights. Sam slowly twined their fingers together, making both of their cheeks flush. He was happy she didn’t reject it and she was happy he did it. It only got colder out and by the time it was ten o’clock, her lips were numb. She smiled to herself thinking about the wonderful dinner they’d just had together. It seemed there was always something to talk about, never an awkward moment, and they both learned knew things about each other.
“What are you smiling about?” Sam smirked looking over at her. She looked up at him, blushing even harder now that he caught her.
“I was just thinking about tonight.”
“Was I good date?” He asked and she giggled, nodding her head.
“You’re a wonderful date.” Soft music was playing from inside one of the restaurants nearby and he stopped walking, turning in front of her.
“Dance with me.”
“Dance with me.”
“Out here?” She asked, looking around them and he nodded, grabbing her hands and putting them on his shoulders. They slowly danced in the middle of the sidewalk, pressed against each other so tightly the wind couldn’t even get through them. She looked out across the road, then back up at Sam who had a small smile on his face as he looked down at her. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” She whispered and Sam smiled bigger.
“Good, because I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
“I love you.” She smiled.
“I love you even more, Brooklyn.” Sam pressed his lips down on hers, warming them up instantly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stepping up on her tip toes as Sam circled his arms around her waist.

“Step Three: When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.”

Sam slid the gray sweater over his blue button down, fixing the collar and making sure his khakis were perfectly smoothed out with no wrinkles. He grabbed his wallet and phone off of his dresser putting them in his pockets. He slid his Northface on, putting his keys inside his left pocket and making his way downstairs and out to his car. It was a snowy December day and Sam had a knot in his stomach the entire time he was driving to the funeral home.
The entire hallway was crowded when he walked in and he took a deep breath before actually stepping into the room. Brooklyn was standing between her mom and dad in a maroon sweater dress that was tight on top and flowy on the bottom. Her back leggings matched with her black boots and when she saw Sam her eyes lit up. He made his way through the line rather quickly and Brooklyn jumped into his arms before his mother could say anything to him.
“Hi, baby.” He whispered, kissing her hair. She sighed into his neck giving him goosebumps. When they pulled apart, he hugged her mom and shook her dad’s hand. Once she asked to be excused, the both of them walked out of the room and into a private section down the hall. Brooklyn hugged Sam again before completely breaking down. “Oh, princess.” He said quietly, smoothing her hair down and kissing her forehead. He sat down in one of the chairs and Brooklyn went with him, sitting side ways in his lap.
“I’m trying to keep everything inside and I can’t.” She sobbed into his chest and it made Sam get an awful feeling in his stomach. It was killing him that she was so heartbroken.
“You lost someone you love, Brooklyn, you’re entitled to cry as much as you want to, wherever you want to. And I’m here for you, you know that.” He ran his fingers through her hair and she nodded. “I love you so much.” She raised her head, her eyes red and filled with tears. “My poor girl.” He ran his thumbs across her cheeks and she smiled.
“I love you.” Brooklyn hugged him before kissing him.
“And I love you, so much more.” He kissed her again, looking into her eyes afterwards and cupping her cheek.

“Step Four: In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into a perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.”

Brooklyn was laying on Sam’s bed when he got out of the shower. It was almost two in the morning and it was freezing outside but inside together it was hotter than during the summer. Sam opened his dresser, grabbing a white v-neck, plaid boxers and black athletic shorts. Once he was dressed, he crawled into bed, hovering over Brooklyn, making her smile.
“You smell so good.” She smiled, kissing his neck and breathing in his wonderful scent. Sam chuckled, kissing her neck once she put her head back down on the pillow. He lay down beside her, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss and rubbing her side under one of his sweatshirts that she was wearing. They lay in the dark talking for a while about anything that popped into their heads. Around five o’clock they both became quiet, taking in each others presence and breathing slowly.
Sam let out a soft sigh, rubbing Brooklyn’s back softly. Her head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The moon was shining through his window casting a quiet glow across the room. He felt her finger tips glide across his arm, drawing small patterns and tracing tiny veins that stuck out in his hand.
Even when he was by himself, when he couldn’t sleep he could still feel her finger tips on his arm. He could still feel her lips on his neck and her legs around his waist. He was wrapped around her finger and he loved it.

“Step Five: You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms and she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.”

Brooklyn and Sam were cuddled up next to each other on the couch in his den, watching The Notebook. It was one of Brooklyn’s favorites and of course Sam would do anything to be close to her. Their hands were twined together under the blanket and Sam’s free hand was on her thigh. As the movie dwindled down to the sex scene, the tension was getting higher in the room. Brooklyn was biting her lip while Sam was squeezing her thigh.
Before Sam could process what was happening, Brooklyn was straddling his lap, both of them kissing each other roughly. His hands landed on her waist, holding her steady as he stood up. Her legs circled fully around his hips and Sam pressed her back against the wall.
“Sam.” She whispered, gasping as he attacked her neck. “Oh my god.” Her finger tips were digging into his shoulder blade, the other hand on the back of his neck. The friction Sam was creating between the both of them was driving them insane and he wanted nothing more than to make love to her right there on the floor of the den. He softly lay her on the rug, his boner clearly making his presence.
“My parents are going to be home soon.” He whispered, her lips detaching from his neck.  “I don’t want to start something we can’t finish.” Brooklyn looked up at him and nodded. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Sam shook his head.
“No, it’s okay.” Brooklyn softly kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He smiled. The both of them got situated on the couch again, Sam trying his hardest to hide his little friend. His parents knocked on the door ten minutes later, coming in to say hello.

“Step Six: You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.”

Sam smiled thinking about the previous night. Him and Brooklyn had finally made love and even though it wasn’t the greatest, they’d never felt so close to each other. As he made his bed and read the text she sent him, he could only smile at the months that he’d spent with her so far.
I love you beyond belief. Thank you so much for last night. You make me so happy, I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Love you.
Sam felt the exact same way. He wouldn’t trade her for the world. He wanted to travel with her and grow old with her. He wanted to be her husband and wake up to her every day. Brooklyn was the best thing that happened to him. He would always be happy to admit that he was completely and utterly in love with her. He had fallen in love with her.

Love doesn’t exist - Sam Wilkinson - Part 8

Side Note: Okay, on Thursday I will travel to London for vacation and I will be back again Tuesday. Well, I hope you like this Part! Enjoy :)

And if you already haven’t seen my trailer for ‘Love doesn’t exist’ i think you should see it even though it’s my first edit and it’s kind of bad, but it was fun making it so here you go —>

Ps. Have you had a good holiday? Because i hope so :)

All Parts

Part 1 —>

Part 2 —>

Part 3 —>

Part 4 —>

Part 5 —>

Part 6 —>

Part 7 —>

”Hey there princess” he smirks, one dimple in view as he smirks down looking at me. I roll my eyes.”You’re never gonna stop calling me that, are you?” i ask looking up at him.

”Nope” he grins.”You should feel special. I rarely never give people nicknames.”

”Oh don’t you worry i already feel special,” i say, sarcasm dripping from my voice as i grip my pepsi.”Easy with the sarcasm” Sam chuckles.”It’s not good for you.”

I roll my eyes.”Like you know what’s good for me, Wilkinson” i say, sipping my soda.

From the coner of my eye i could see Kate and Jack G talking i would bet all my mony on that there flirting it up. It was about time that girl made a move. Since eight grade she have had a crush on Jack G.

Sara was also started talking with Jack J. I had always thought there were good for each other, they are both crazy and funny, so why wouldn’t that work out?

Sam looks around at the people talking and turns to me.”Let’s go for a walk, shall we?” I give him a wary look, before shrugging and nodding. Still holding my soda. Sam and I left our friends as we walked around the parking lot.

Sam shoved his a´hands in his jeans pocket as my right hand holding the soda. A slight wind blew around us, waving my hair around a bit. Music thumped from the speakers as people’s voices could be heard over from it drowning out only the tiniest of bit.

”So do you have any siblings?” I ask, trying to spark up a conversation.”Nope” he say popping the p.”It’s just me and my mom and dad.” He says looking down at me and a smile came on his lips.

”Your mum’s nice” he muse.”She’ really sweet.”

”Yeah, but aren’t all mums? i shrugs indifferently. He shake his head biting his bottom lip.”No” he say.” I kown for a fact my mum isn’t.” I look at him, shock clear in my features.”Really?” i ask.

He nod.”My mum’s a workaholic. She’s alway working and if she’s ever home, all she asks about is school. That’s all my parents care about, actually. Just to focus on school.”

”Dosen’t that get annoying?” i asks, quirking an eyebrow as he leans against the hood of a car.”I does” He say, as i shifting my weight from one leg to another.”But i guess i just have to ldeal with it.”

I kind of may have made a bad choice on wearing these high-heels, because they make my feet hurt from walking. Sam mush have noticed that and chuckled.”You can sit on the hood if you want to” he says.

”What?” i ask, confused.”Your feet they hurt, don’t they” he asks and i nod.”The sit on the hood. I don’t mind.” I shake my head.”There’s really no need to-Hey!”

I couldn’t even finish my original sentence because of both of Sam’s large hands gripped my hips as he easily lifted me off the ground and placed me on the hood of his car, my legs dangling off the edge. I give him a playful glare as he simply smirks back at me.

”Now that wasn’t so hard, right? he smirks, right dimple in view.

I just cluckle lightly, shaking my head. I sit on the hood of Sam’s Audi as Sam leans back on it next to me, elbows propped up behind him as he looks at the group of students, an intense look on his face. The around us slightly blows, making a whisteling sound. Nicki Minaj plays through the stereos as people either dance or talk to the music thought it.
Sam and I just stay there in silence, until he suddenly breaks it.

”So it’s right you don’t believe in ‘love’?” He ask, looking at me.”It’s not that i don’t believe in love, it’s just” I said nervous and looked carefully around.”I’ve never been in love before so therfore i don’t believe i could ever fall in love, but i believe in love just not for me.”

He nodded.”But what if you ever fall in love?” he ask.”Well then there’s warranty off that he likes me back or that he doesn’t like me.”

”I’m sorry Rose.”He said and took his hand in mine and squeezed it. I honestly think that’s the first time he’s called me by my name. And to truthful, i love the way my name rolls off his his tongue.

Oh God, Rose, what are you saying!?

I seriously need to get these thoughts about Sam out of my head - they’re worrying me now. Sam and i stayed where we were for a while, not saying anything ot each other. It kind of surprised me, actually. Here i thought Sam was some brat who got everything he pointed at, but right now, he was sweet and loving. Hopefully, this was a part of who Sam Wilkinson was.

Part 9?