Why did they cancel their show though??? That's mean!And I will make sure to check both them and Samuel out,they must be good when they won hehe.I definitely had some good sleep considering its 1pm here,and I kinda overslept(but I went to bed at 2am so I guess it's not that bad😁).Now I feel like I've been missing out on a lot bcs I didn't watch PD101,but hopefully there will be a next season!And how are you,what are you doing now? -Cupcake anonnie💛
Yes!! Please do check them out!! Sam is younger than me tho. Well Its fine to oversleep. Its 4:35 pm here and am just making some wallpapers and screen savers for the requests. Well where are you from? if you don’t have any problem sharing me that?
name: Lizard gender: Female eye color: blue/green hair color: neutral brown with honey blonde highlights relationship status: single zodiac: Pisces/Aries cusp favorite color: Blue, purple, green, wine red. favorite season: Summer favorite place: the beach favorite holiday: Easter favorite video game: Don’t got one. last show you watched: Turn: Washington Spies….10/10 highly recommend. So good… so obsessed right now. what’s your honest opinion about your muse?: Sam is a lil shit. would you date your muse?: That would be risky. I don’t know if I’m ready to die just yet. what are your favorite kinds of threads: Anything that keeps my muse interested. are you a selective roleplayer?: Yes do you have a favorite muse?: Sam demands all my attention…even when he’s being lazy and doesn’t cooperate. what made you join the fandom?: I borrowed the first season from a friend. Lol I was kind of a chicken to watch it cause I get easily scared. I finally sucked it up, and watched it. Before I knew it I had all the recent seasons on dvd before the new season premiere. I think that was around when season 5 started. I’m pretty desensitized to horror films and shows now because of Spn. do you see yourself staying with the fandom for a long time?: I’ll be there to the bitter end.
Are you still taking requests? If yes, can you do a SPN bunker fic with Sam suffering from a stomach bug and throwing up a lot? Bonus points for Dean rubbing his back. Double bonus for Sam having to puke into the sink the first time because he doesn't get to the john. Grossness and self indulgence is very appreciated, and please ignore this if you can't, or don't want to write. Thank you. <3
Hey there, darling! So it’s not that I don’t want to fill this prompt. But I’ve gotta be honest, my interest in writing for SPN has waned over the past two years. I still love the show and the Winchester boys. I just have other characters I’d rather be writing for at the moment.
I do have a few SPN fics posted on this blog. But I’m gonna go ahead and direct you to my FF.net account because it’s 80% Supernatural, (I posted for a solid three years). And Sam is the victim in most of them :) Hope you find some stuff you enjoy!!
A/N: SURPRISE! I just wanted to write a little something cause I’m a little rusty. I wanted to apologize for being MIA for so long, but now school’s out and I can write more. As always, I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated.
Warning(s): Angst, Swearing
“What the hell Sam?!”
Nathan’s arms fell to his thighs and clenched his fists to quench his anger. Sam rested his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his brown locks that have now have been drenched in sweat. Sam and Y/N have been dating for about 2 years now and they love each other very much. But Sam has to come clean eventually. Sam spoke quietly yet slowly,
“Nathan, you’re the first person I came to. I don’t know what to do.”
Nathan sighed and brung his hand up near his face, and combed through his brunette hair. He placed his hands on his hips and faced Sam. He closed his eyes and his head hung low,
“This has been going on for 2 long years Sam. It’s time for you to tell her the truth.“
“I don’t want to.”
“But you have to. Otherwise, it’ll just get worse.” Nathan argued.
“Damn it.” Sam muttered under his breath. He stood up from the chair and made his way to the door.
“You’re a freaking idiot Sam.”
Sam was shaking, trembling, wondering on what he was gonna do. When he knocks on your door, there’s no turning back. Sam took a long, lasting deep breath and knocked on the door. This was it. Sam was going to tell you everything. Quiet shuffling and a muffled “Coming!” was heard behind the tall, wooden structure. The door opened with a burst of energy and revealed the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.
“Hey Sam, I didn’t know you were coming. I would’ve cleaned the house up more.”
“Y/N, can we talk? There’s something I need to tell you.”
Sam took Y/N’s hand and led her to the couch and sat down. Y/N had a look of confusion and uncertainty.
“Sam, what’s going on?”
“I have something to tell you. 2 years ago, me and Harry made a bet. We were drunk and he bet that I couldn’t ask you out, and so I did and now we’re here.”
“So all of this, our relationship, was fake?”
Sam was silent. Your mouth hung agape and scoffed at him. Your face became hot and tears slowly drizzled down. In a fit of anger, you swung your fist at the closest object near you. The glass shattered as it crashed to the ground.
Prompt: In this story, Avengers Universe and X-Men Universe finally collide together during the Avengers’ Civil War.
Warnings: Some swearing
A couple of notes before you begin. You’re gonna need Google translator for Romanian, because putting what they were saying in english didn’t look as good. Second, there isn’t a submit in your name box, because weirdly enough I didn’t need to put in (Y/N). Anyways, enjoy! - I.M.
Steve, adorned in his Captain America suit, held open the door open to a rundown apartment in Bucharest, Romania for you as you trotted into the room. You lowered your head and sniffed around the room. You glanced up at him and noticed that he was watching you silently.
“He’s not here. His scent is a couple hours old.” You took a look around the room and Steve walked around you towards the refrigerator.
“Why is she still a dog?” Sam asked through Steve’s earpiece and you rolled your eyes.
‘Because I don’t want to be recognized and taken back to the UN.’ You telepathically answered Sam’s question, because you don’t have an earpiece because you were, you know, a dog.
“Can you tell here to stop doing that? It’s … weird.” Sam asked and Steve demanded, “Focus up, Sam.”
Summary: Heaven learns about the reader’s relationship with Dean, but before they can act, Castiel comes to her, begging her to end it.
Of course they already knew.
One chance, that’s all he gets. One chance to convince (y/n) to leave Dean behind for good and to never ever see anyone else in a romantic fashion. Maybe she won’t listen to him, but at this point he’s frantic enough to force the decision upon her.
He only hopes she’ll listen to reason.
* * * * *
When Sam and Dean finally leave your house, it feels weird. They’ve been around so long that it feels normal for them to be here, and when Dean announced that he and Sam were planning on checking out a hunt a few towns over, you felt a pang of disappointment. Of course, he tried to convince you to come with them, said that they could use your skills in kick-assery, but you declined. Since your house has become a place you can tolerate being, you don’t really want to leave it.
Fifteen minutes after the brothers pull out of your driveway, you realize that it’s Dean who feels like home, not your house. It’s too late to go after him now; you wouldn’t want him to turn around and come all the way back just because you’re pining for him. Besides, the hunt isn’t that far away; he should be back in a week. You can call him too, maybe send a flirtatious text though you’d prefer hearing his voice. Your world won’t come crashing down before he gets back, of that you’re sure.
The life of a
Pathfinder was nothing if not unpredictable. One moment Scott was helping to
gather some minerals on Elaaden, the next came an urgent summon to the Nexus or
a distress call from the resistance on Voeld. Still, even among all this
hecticness – or maybe because of it – he found comfort in establishing a small
routine, things repeated almost every single day that helped to ground him no
matter in which corner of the galaxy he was at the moment: ungodly amounts of
cereal for breakfast, the morning hug from Jaal, feeding the Pyjak forbidden
snacks behind Lexi’s back. And of course daily calls to Reyes, right before
Scott turned in for the night.
It felt nice to see
his lover’s face and hear his voice broadcasted through the infinite void, even
if that wasn’t nearly enough to fully quench the longing. They always chatted a
bit about what interesting happened to them and joked a little, exchanging
cheesy lines or bad puns. Sometimes the conversation took a turn into a naughty
territory when they hadn’t seen one another for a long time and were itching
for a release.
Scott adored their
talks, the time devoted to no one else but each other, the comforting assurance
that they both were alive and well, which wasn’t a given with the kind of
lifestyle they both lead.
Today Scott needed to
see Reyes more than ever.
Lying on the bed in
his quarters, one hand under his head, the other with the omni-tool in front of
his face, he told SAM to make the call.
Kadara,” he said as soon as his lover’s smiling face appeared on the display.
Reyes must have waited for the call because he picked up almost instantly.
“Ryder. How is my
favorite Pathfinder doing today?” he asked in an upbeat tone. But the
cheerfulness gradually faded from his face the longer he stared at Scott. He
could always read him like a book. “Are you okay?” His words were caring,
gentle, inspiring confidence and urging Scott to open up. And Scott needed that
kind of encouragement to pour his heart out, the certainty that he would be
“No. Not really,” he
sighed, using his omni-tool-free hand to rub at his temple. He wondered if he
looked as tired and dispirited as he felt.
Scott took a deep
breath and let the words flow.
“I was on Eos today
when I heard that some of the people from the outpost went to explore the
remnant ruins, even though I told them over and over again that it’s dangerous
and they should stay away. I drove there as fast as I could but…” Scott
paused, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were filled
with anguish. “I arrived too late. The remnants tore them all to shreds right
in front of me. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t save them. If only I was
“Scott, stop,” Reyes
interrupted him, adamant but still sympathetic. “You can’t blame yourself for
their stupidity. What happened wasn’t your fault.”
Scott heaved a sigh.
A heavy burden of guilt weighed on his chest, one that he just couldn’t shake
“I know. I know, but…” he paused, his
mournful eyes telling more than any words could ever do. “I wish you were here
with me right now,” he whispered, sounding hopeless and pathetic to his own
But Reyes looked at
him not with scorn, but with tenderness.
“I wish I was.”
The silence that fell
between them was full of tension, vibrating with the vastness of space between
them, the light years keeping them apart when the only thing they wanted was to
be in one another’s arms.
Reyes was first to
Scott couldn’t hide
his surprise when Reyes addresses the AI. Especially when SAM responded.
“Could you do
something for me?”
“Yes. As long as it will not go against my programming or against the
“No, it’s nothing
like that. Could you… could you make Scott feel as if I’m holding him? I
think he needs that.”
“What? Reye–” Scott
gasped when the sensation of being enveloped in a pair of strong arms spread
through his body. The pressure against his skin, the warmth, it all felt so
real. Scott’s throat clenched as he tried to rein in his emotions. He couldn’t
deny though that the weight on his chest became lighter.
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll
watch over you.”
Scott tried to
protest, but all it took was a little of gentle coaxing and he finally gave up.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep quicker than he would imagine, safe in the
Reyes dawdled with
ending the call, observing how Scott’s chest moved steadily with every breath
he took, the expression on his face peaceful at last.
“SAM?” he asked once
“Can you help me with
something one more time?”
“With what, Reyes?”
“Tell me where will
you be touching down in the morning.”
* * *
Of all the things Scott expected to find at the next port, Reyes, who
had apparently flown like a madman entire night to get there before him, wasn’t
one of them. Surprised, touched and happy, Scott was glad to confirm that no
sensory substitute of a hug could compare to the real thing given freely and
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“When I was little I asked my papa why he always held my daddy’s hand.” Sarah smiles, waving her arm in her parents direction. There Papa is, his hand intertwined with Dad’s. Papa’s hair is gray finally. Daddy went gray completely almost decade and a half ago. Sarah remembers them looking younger, but this is just as good.
“Tell the truth.. do you like Sam?” Dean says to you suddenly; on his face he printed smirk.
You immediately blush. You’ve fallen in love with Sam since you met; love at first sight. At least, for you. You’ve always wanted to tell Sam the truth, but you’ve never had the courage.
“It’s not true.”
“C'mon, Y/n! You take him the books, prepare his breakfast, clean his room..”
“Dean, it’s called kindness.”
“So why don’t you do this to me?”
You open your mouth to say something, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a long sigh.
“Okay, I like your brother. What do you want me to do, scrap me?”
Dean gets up from the chair he is sitting on, and approaches you, putting your hands on your shoulders. He smiles, and you do the same.
“I just want Sam to be happy, and you too, so when do you tell him that you like him?” asks the hunter while standing in your eyes.
“I can’t Dean!” you say, passing a hand in your hair; you are too afraid to ruin the friendship between you and the boy, and then if he doesn’t feel the same thing you feel for him, the situation becomes embarrassing.
“Yes, Y/n. You can do it. Sam.. I’m sure you liked him, he’s always kind to you, and you should see how embarrassed he is when you’re doing something and you’re in front of him.”
“Do you really think Sam likes me?”
Dean seems to be too convinced, but it’s not about his life, but yours, and you don’t want it to be ruined by your stupid emotions.
“Of course you like him! Come on, who you don’t like!”
You blush once again for the compliment he just did, but you are not convinced.
“I don’t know Dean, I don’t… want to ruin everything. I.. No. I can’t, I’ll not tell Sam.”
“Tell me what?”
You froze; you and Dean turns slowly to see Sam get in the kitchen with his PC in the hands. You and Dean exchanged a look, and you’re trying to get him to say something.
“I have to go to do something. Bye!”
You curse Dean mentally, as Sam approaches you, smiling.
The time to tell the truth has come.
Please, send me an ask, and tell me what you think! Feedback is always appreciated.
The reader has tried continuously to fall out of love with Sam,
however just when she thinks that she’s got it under her belt Sam
comes waltzing right back into her life again undoing all of the hard
work that you’ve worked toward.
Sorry guys, the updates are gonna be a little spaced out because of
my exams but I already know how this gonna end and where I’m taking
it so it will be finished, just at a slow pace, anyway, hope you
enjoy, more plotty plot, here, Dean goes into your mind.
Language, Mildly graphic descriptions of torture, Angst
since Dean announced his idea that was it, they all hit the books and
were researching from dusk till dawn, night and day constantly trying
to find something. It had been two days since Lilith had taken over
your body and the boys hadn’t heard anything since, Cas and Meg had
left to try and find anything from their outside sources but they
also weren’t having much luck.
you found anything?” Dean looks up from the book he’s currently
scanning through, there are several scattered around him, Sam is sat
opposite with a book of his own, he looks up at Dean with a hopeless
look in his eye.
sighs and closes his book “nope, nothing, honestly I’m starting to
wonder if this is just a waste of time.”
shakes his head “it’s not Dean, it can’t be, we just have to
admires Sam’s resilience but is starting to worry that they might be
wasting time “I think we should tell dad.”
So, this is for @justanothersaltandburn and @brothersonahotelbed writing challenge
50 TOYS IN 50 DAYS
. It’s a cool challenge where you choose a state and they send you a sextoy as writing prompt. And to be honest when I get the ask saying my prompt I went…
(｡-_-｡) What the fuck am I gonna do with that?
So I collected ideas and sent them to @i-bleed-salt so she could tell me what she was thinking about them. And the crack fic won.
Sam should have known better than to start a sentence with the words “I wish”. They were hunting something that caused the more silly situations, who turned deadly more than once. Dean and him had no clue what they were after, nor who could be the cause of all this mess and it was getting on their nerves to the point that even Sam raised his voice for once. But he surely didn’t expected that.
Dean had made a snarky comment about how Sam should have checked the topic of gnomes more seriously at the library and he wished he was more focused on their hunt because as Lucifer was walking the Earth, they could not afford to spend more time on “minor hunts” like this one.