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Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

Summary: After a bad break up, you find yourself in a brand new apartment. Vowing to just be on your own, living and loving the single life. But that would be so much easier if Sam fucking Winchester, wasn’t your next door neighbor. Will you be able to resist temptation, or will you allow yourself to love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader AU

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald, Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4,114 

A/N: Special thanks to @kayteonline for the inspiration for this series. And a big thanks to @eloginore for beta reading this for me! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I am.

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Download @ TSR   (To be published Feb 25, 2017)

Collinsville is a family home built on a 30 x 20 lot in Newcrest.

Value $225,621

It has
3 Bedrooms (1 Adult Bedroom, 1 Child Bedroom,1 Toddler Bedroom),
3 Bathrooms,
Living Room,
Kitchen/Dining Room,

Outside there is a
Table and Chairs,
Hot Tub,
Garden Planters,

This house has No Custom Content

Hope you all like.

Mama Will Be Fine, Pt. 1

Sam x Reader

Word Count: >1K



It was moments like this that Sam was thankful he had a key to your house. Moment where when you didn’t answer your phone after 4 rings because you loved listening to your own ringtone, he knew something was wrong.

You were a widowed mother of two little boys and Sam was the next door neighbor you leaned on after the untimely death of your husband. Sam and your husband were good friends and frequently helped each other on home improvement projects. Which came in handy for Sam because he bought an old rundown fixer-upper. Your husband’s death hit him hard and he swore to himself that he would look after you and your children.

If something had happened to you, who would take care of your children? Sam already knew the answer to that, but he didn’t dare bring it up because it would reopen searing wounds in you that were just starting to heal.

Sam ran to your front door and banged on it. No answer.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” he called out through the door. Again, no answer. “It’s Sam. Is everything alright?”

Sam placed his ear to the door and listened hard. All he could hear were your sons screaming and crying as loud as they could. As if they were praying someone would hear them.

He knew you only kept the blinds for the windows facing the backyard rolled up at all times. So he made his way to the backyard and hopped the short chain-link fence. Some of the fencing needed to be either repaired and replaced and he made a mental note to do that for you once this crisis had passed.

He looked in the window of the living room first and saw both your boys. Neither of them were dressed and they were wearing dirty diapers that desperately needed to be changed. Were they hungry? Were they fed at all today? They cried like they were in pain.

When Sam didn’t see you with them in the living room, he looked into the kitchen. And his heart dropped to his knees at the sight of you, sprawled out on the kitchen floor, a broken glass of milk at your feet. You weren’t moving at all. Your son’s cries did not stir you. And since they looked like they’d been crying for a long time, that told him that you’d been unconscious for even longer.

Panic rose in Sam. He ran back to the front of the house. With a shaky hand, he unlocked the door. But when he tried to open it, it stuck. “Damnit!” he said. “She has the sliding lock in place.”

He took a step back, and a deep breath, and kicked in the door as hard as he could, hoping and praying the boys weren’t anywhere near it.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, your sons ran up to Sam. Their scared looks broke his heart.

“Unky Sammy,” your four year old sniffled, “hungy”

“Unky Sammy,” exclaimed your two year old. He was trying to take his diaper off. Sam managed to stop him. “Mama sick. Wan milky”

“Mama’s sick?” Sam said. He went into the kitchen and dropped to your side. He rolled you over and saw how bad things really were. You were paler than a ghost and had a nosebleed.

“Y/N?!” Sam rasped. He picked your upper body up gingerly and cradled you in his strong, protective arms. “Y/N!” He gently ran his hand over your face, and felt that you had a fever that would rival the temperature on Mercury. He felt your pulse, and leaned his face close to yours to feel for breathing. Relief washed over him in fierce waves when he found a rapid weak pulse and your breathing. He needed to get your fever under control. An ice bath would help. But he knew that he needed to tend to your boys before he could help you.

He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom you used to share with your husband, your sons following closely behind. He laid you down softly and turned back to the boys, both of them showing the same scared expression on their face standing in the doorway.

“Mommy,” your four year old said. His little brother started crying again. The older child put his arm around his little brother and the little one stopped crying. It reminded Sam of how protective and comforting his older brother Dean was when they were boys. He left you in bed and approached the boys, closing the door behind him.

Sam wasted no time with taking care of your brave boys. He changed both of their diapers and made them lunch. He didn’t know how long they’d gone without food so he made extra sandwiches for them and made sure they drank all of their milk. Then he dressed them and they were tired enough to take a nap. Once your sons were safe in their beds, Sam ran back to his house and grabbed a change of clothes and his shampoo. He wasn’t going to leave you alone until he knew you were safe and well.

He emptied your entire ice maker’s stock of ice into the master bathroom garden tub and turned on the cold water and plugged the drain. While it was filling up, he went back to you and made sure you still had your vital signs about you. Sam didn’t bother to undress you. He felt he’d already wasted enough time in caring for you by caring for your sons first. Not that he believe he did anything wrong, but it was better that way. He carried you to the tub, and smoothly lowered you into the water.

Panic flooded Sam’s insides when you didn’t even flinch at the ice water. You stayed unconscious. He ran to go grab the thermometer you kept in your nightstand drawer. He lifted your arm up and slipped the probe in the crook of your underarm. The 20 seconds it took to take your temperature felt like hours. But when it beeped wildly and he removed it from your skin he look at it. And his breath caught in his chest.

It read 106.2.

He knew there was nothing he could do except keep the bath water ice cold and monitor your temperature. So Sam did just that.

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The Domestic Garden Witch: Playtime for Witchlings!

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Garden Witchcraft for Families

While not all of us have children, those of us who do certainly enjoy bringing a bit of happiness and engagement into their life! And for some, witchcraft can be a point of bonding for parent and child. As in any activity, we want our children to learn, and creating this tub garden teaches about responsibility in growing plants, as well as keeping their imaginations active, and if part of a witchy family, can teach them how to have a bit of a witchy green thumb, as well!

This project is fairly simple, requiring only a decently large tub, gravel, a drill, a few plants, soil, and a bit of mulch and water.

Start by drilling a few drainage holes into the bottom of the tub, then add a layer of gravel to help promote drainage. Then, fill the tub with a decent layer of soil and add your plants! Water, then add a layer of mulch, as well as any decorations you might want!

It’s best not to place too many plants, as the idea behind this garden is to give kids the option of playing with toys inside of the tub - their own fantasy forest or jungle that they have access to.

How Can I Witch This?

The possibilities are near endless, but the greatest witchy benefit here is sharing it with children. Use the tub to help teach them about different herbs and what they can be used for! If they help make the garden, guide them in creating a sigil or symbol for health, prosperity, and growth for the plants. Decorations are just as varied, but if you want to go with a faerie garden, crystals are ideal! Teach about what the different crystals mean, and urge the kiddo to create his own crystal grids in the garden!

But the greatest magic of all in this project, I feel, is allowing a child to know that it’s good to embrace his or her imagination. Encourage that creativity, and take joy in the pleasure they gain from playing in their own homemade garden!

Blessed Be! )O(


The Marysville 2

Download @ TSR    (To be published Feb 22, 2017)

The Marysville 2 is a family home built on a 20 x 20 lot.

Value $134,650

It has
3 Bedrooms (1 Adult Bedroom, 1 Child Bedroom,1 Toddler Bedroom),
2 Bathrooms,
Living Room,
Dining Room,

Outside there is a
Table and Chairs,
Hot Tub,
some Garden Planters.

This house has No Custom Content
For the Custom Content version please see http://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/1341771

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Simsrena update: We have a new house!

So as you’ve probably guessed from the spoiler I put up, our wonderful women decided to move in together…

Originally posted by club-is-full-of-wolves

Which is why I haven’t had an update out in a while because I had to build the bloody thing! But now it’s done! Yey!!!

Berena fandom… let us give you a tour of the new Campbell/Wolfe household… 

Be warned - it’s a long post!

So this is the front door. Aren’t the flowers lovely? The windows are double glazed and the door is… 

Hahaha! Who am I kidding? Look at how happy Bernie and Serena are!

Originally posted by dziesiemdziesiat

Anyway, back to the house tour!

Our first stop is the living room which is filled with Serena’s pictures from places she’s visited, Bernie’s favourite books and the rugs Serena inherited from her mother.

Next stop is the study which was built initially for Bernie and Serena to study/work to further their careers but so far, Bernie has produced two scenery portraits and Serena has spent way too many hours playing a game….

I mean come on Serena, who spends that much time playing some kind of simulation game?!

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Next up is Serena’s favourite room. The dining room which hosts a giant bar where Serena can practice making weird drinks for Bernie. 

I hope you guys have noticed the obvious nod to Shiraz on the wall!

It may surprise you to know that our dear Bernie has a big sweet tooth! So while she prepared some homemade chocolate ice cream, Serena made cookies in their brand new kitchen/breakfast room.

Bernie ate so much ice cream that she felt the need to run it off in the basement gym. Serena would have preferred to have a hot tub in this room for those nights when she wanted hot tub sex with Bernie a chilled evening after a long shift but Bernie promised that when they could afford it, she would buy Serena a new hot tub for the garden!

We’re all holding you to that hot tub promise, Bernie! We’ll be over here, waiting impatiently…

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Did you know Serena likes to play piano? There’s also a guitar, a violin and an electric guitar in the music room.

And welcome to the place where the magic happens! Bernie and Serena’s bedroom. Decorated to Serena’s taste but in Bernie’s colours. Bernie was happy to do as Serena wanted as long as she was allowed to hang the painting she brought from her apartment.

They also have a walk in wardrobe which leads in their own bathroom. Fancy!

And these are spare rooms for… well… lets say two boy and two girls… maybe? At some point…? What do you think?

And after a super long day moving everything into the house and unpacking, they collapsed into their bed in their brand new house. 

My reaction to this…

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

So my wonderful followers, welcome to the new chapter of Simsrena! Things will be different but there’s so much to look forward to! I hope you like the house even though Sims 4 decor leaves a lot to be desired! and are looking forward to Berena domesticated bliss. 

As we’re clearly not going to see any of this in Holby, this house is now declared the official Berena Cruise we can all hide in on the river DeNial…

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Title: NA Attendee Part 3

Character: Charlie Peters

TV: Shameless

Warnings: Smut n’ fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Their clothes laid scattered all around the floor; their plates, on the kitchen table with their meal forgotten.

Y/N had one hand in her hair, the other holding onto Charlie’s shoulder, moaning as she rode him.

They were at it again, unable to keep their hands off of one another.

“Come on, baby,” Charlie grunted, holding her hips as he helped her move up and down his length.

He could see that she was close to the edge again, her inner muscles twitching around him.

She gasped, rolling her lips, making them shiny, “Charlie,” she moaned, “fuck me,”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Lifting her hips, he had her get off of his lap.

She knew what he wanted. He watched as she got on her knees, her ass high in the air. Mounting her from behind, Charlie held his shaft, letting it slide easily into her.

She sighed, letting her body relax. Using slow thrusts, Charlie got Y/N worked up again.

Her torso was practically flat on the mattress, his hands being the only thing that had her nestled against his pelvis.

“Charlie!” her gasp was sharp and he could feel her inner muscles quiver.

Speeding his thrusts up, he gave her everything he had with each stroke.

“That’s it, Y/N… come on, baby,” he coaxed her, panting.

Her moans started to get louder and louder until she came hard around him.

He held her to him, buried deep in her wetness.

Her orgasm was so strong, that she held her breath, reaching out blindly to try to grab handfuls of bedding. Even her thighs were shaking in his hands, her leg muscles tight.

He wasn’t going to let a damn good orgasm like that go to waste. He was right at the edge.

Her passage was already tight, but it felt tighter when she came, so he pinned her down to the mattress and thrusted a few more times, shouting out her name as he came inside her.

She was gasping for air, rolling her hips with small rolls as they both came down.

Finally Charlie collapsed on top of her, trying to keep most of his weight off of her.

“No more… no more,” she gasped, her eyes closed tightly.

Charlie chuckled, pulling out and rolling over.

Y/N blinked her eyes, looking at Charlie with bleary eyes.

“I’m not gonna be walking straight for a while,” she giggled.

Laying on his side, Charlie rested a hand on her backside, laughing as he kissed her shoulder, “I’d apologize, but that would be a lie,”

Slowly, Y/N pulled herself closer to him, “We need to soak in the tub,”

Charlie hummed kissing her, “Wait here,”

She snorted, “Like I could run even if I wanted to!”

Leaning over as he stood, he bit her cheek, making her yelp and laugh, “Leave my ass alone!”

His bobbed his eyebrows, then made his way to the bathroom.

The tub was garden sized, able to perfectly hold both of them. Starting the water, he made sure that it was hot, but not too much so.

Once he used the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom to get Y/N. She was sitting up at the edge of the bed, her hair all wild from the sex and her neck and breasts littered with hickies and beard burns.

Having mercy on her, he held out his hands to help her up. She swayed, nearly falling back down to the bed.

“You weren’t kidding,” he laughed.

Once they were in the tub, Charlie pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her.

He kissed the side of her head, running the soft pecks down her cheek, neck and to her shoulder.

She hummed, her body relaxed.

Charlie bent his legs, the knees poking out from the water. He sighed into her damp skin as she ran her hands up and down his thighs.

Tilting her head back and to the side, Y/N puckered her lips slightly for a kiss.

Charlie’s hand came out from the water, holding her chin as he slowly kissed her.

Her lips were plump and would definitely need some lip balm once they got out of the tub, but they were soft all the same.

They sighed into the kiss, then smiled softly as it ended.

“This is nice, thank you,” Y/N whispered.

Charlie swallowed the lump in his throat. He laid a series of pecks to her lips before answering her, “Thank you,”

He could see the question in her eyes.

“For what?” she asked.

“Giving me a chance.”

“Charlie,” she said, softly, “We’ve been through this. There’s no need to thank me, okay?”

He squinted his eyes playfully, “I’m a stubborn man,”

She shook her head, grinning, “Ain’t that the truth,”

When the quiet settled in again, he pushed her torso forward, taking a washcloth and started to wash her back.

Y/N pulled her knees up, resting her head on it as he soaped her up.

Once she was all slippery, he used that as an advantage. Taking his fingers, he began to rub the muscles in her back, making her moan.

“Holy…” was all she got out, “You should have gone to massage therapy school,”

“I did. Had my degree and everything… that’s how it all started,”

Charlie rinsed her back, making sure that all the suds were gone. He pulled her against his chest, kissing her just below her ear.

“I was at a client’s home, some rich woman. I was young and dumb, she was young, dumb and beautiful. She gave me my first line and then another,”

Y/N sank her hands into the water, rubbing his thighs as he spoke.

“It became a regular thing and it was great from what I remember… or what I thought was great. Then one day, a few months later, I woke up after a night filled with drugs and sex to find her dead… she had overdosed.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered.

Charlie nodded, holding her tightly to him.

“It’s in the past though… I want to keep it there. Besides,” he said, using his index finger to tip her face up to his, “I have a mighty damn fine future ahead of me,”

“Is that so?”

He barely nodded, looking down at her plush mouth, “Yep,”

Y/N smiled, meeting his lips. The kiss was slow, promising of what was to come for the couple.


Royal Pains: The Confession

Chapter two

Read chapter 1 and 3!

Emma has had some doubts clouding her mind and Killian does his best to help ease her worries.

Rated M

You can find more of my work on Ao3 and FF!

It was a peaceful spring day in Storybrooke, Maine. The birds singing, the flowers were blooming and Emma was showing. She was almost twenty weeks along and she was already feeling enormous. Realizing that the internet and her mother was right. Your second baby will start to show way sooner than your first. And even though it had been a while since she had Henry, Emma remembered every bit of her pregnancy. At five months with Henry she just had a cute little bump, but with this one she felt like a beached whale.

She stared into the bathroom mirror analyzing every aspect of her body. A part of her hated the way she looked. She couldn’t fit into any of her clothes anymore and she felt self conscious about being naked even if she was by herself. Killian on the other hand hasn’t seemed to mind one bit about her bodies recent changes. In fact he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Constantly telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, always wanting her at anytime of the day. And to be honest Emma hadn’t minded that part, ever since she got pregnant she had been horny as hell, never being able to get enough of her pirate. But since she’d gotten bigger, Emma hasn’t wanted to be intimate.

It had been a two week drought and Emma knew it had to been killing him, but he never pressured her about it. He had never even asked. And on the other hand Emma felt guilty for feeling so shitty about how she looked. She was growing a human life inside her and all she could worry about was her appearance, and worrying if she was no longer desirable. But deep down Emma knew that it wasn’t just about her image. She was out freaking inside. Would she be a good mother? Did she deserve to have another child? Will she fail this one too, like she failed Henry?

There were so many questions buzzing around in her pregnant mind. Emma knew part of the problem was the fact that she was pregnant and her hormones and emotions made thinking rationally next to impossible. The one thing she did know, was she needed to talk to Killian about this. He always knew what to say, and was so incredibly supportive. Emma didn’t know why but she felt tears beginning prickle in the corner of her eyes. Just before the full water works began she heard the front door open downstairs.

“Emma, are you home? I picked up your favorite soup on the way home if you’re hungry,” Killian shouted from the entry way. When he didn’t hear any response or noise upstairs he started to worry. He dropped the soup on the dining room table and booked it up the staircase.

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anonymous asked:

I've been reading a bit about genius loci, animism, etc and I see a lot about local spirits of a place. In the case of things like an apartment garden in tubs and pots rather than permanently in the ground, would it take on its own more portable spirit? Or would it just be the individual plants, rather than the garden itself having any sort of overall spirit. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the layers of it.

Think bigger. 
That garden is part of an apartment building. 
That whole building, including the garden, has a spirit. It would have a genius loci. 
The spirits are not just ones that exist where there is greenery. Cities have spirits. They are stone. They are earth. 
Animism simply means that the world is alive with spirits. Layers upon layers of spirits exist in and around the world. 

Episode recap/review 12.19: "The Future"

THEN: Oh, goody. It’s going to be a mytharc episode.

NOW: Sad, dirty Kelly Kline is being force-fed vitamins by Dagon. Dagon reminds her again that she’s going to die when the Lucifetus is born, and I wonder again why she would have showed her hand like that. She had Kelly right where she wanted her; a willing, compliant, trusting incubator. Why did she throw that away? She nags Kelly into taking a bath, in the saddest bathroom ever, complete with broken mirror. Kelly fills the rusty tub with a garden hose, apologizes to her unborn baby, takes a shard of the broken mirror, and slits her wrist.

Title card!

We have a lovely montage of Sam in the bunker, in full-blown research mode, looking through books and writing arcane markings on the map room table and just looking absolutely fantastic. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt with no apparent t-shirt underneath, and he’s extra scruffy. Not “The Born Again Identity” levels of scruffy, but scruffier than we normally see him, and it’s marvelous. I don’t know if it’s supposed to indicate something wrong, some level of obsession or lack of self care, but daaaaaamn. It’s fantastic.

The future looks fucking awesome, my friends.

Dean shows up, equally dark, also a bit scruffy (thank you baby Jesus) and is impressed by Sam’s work. Since he hasn’t seen any of it, either he’s been away, or Sam did all of this overnight. I’m going with B. He calls Sam “Beautiful Mind,” which I believe last happened when Sam was first having halluciferinations, and I know there’s no reason to assume this episode’s writer is actually aware of that. It’s probably a coincidence. But in a season full of callouts to earlier (better) days, it makes me wonder.

Sam’s been figuring out when the Lucifetus will be born, which doesn’t explain the symbols written all over the table, but that’s okay. We will deal. It does explain why we saw him circling the number 18, because he’s predicted the nephilim is due on May 18, which is coincidentally the day of the season finale.

(Sidebar: I’ve complained before about Entertainment Weekly ignoring SPN when they have roundups of the best shows to watch this week, season premieres, season finales, etc. This week’s EW actually did have a blurb about the SPN season finale. And I couldn’t read it because spoilers. File this under “be careful what you wish for.” Or maybe under “seriously, she’s never satisfied.”)

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