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winchesterwild78 · 2 months ago

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Broken pt 6

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Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)

Warnings: mention of death, child injury, child birth

A/N: Idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. This one is a little different than what I usually write. This chapter is the last one. Please enjoy

Minors DNI 18+

I was almost 8 ½ months pregnant and we were headed to the hospital for some tests and a checkup.

The most recent test had to be done at the hospital in the event it induced labor. I was terrified.

Jensen had wrapped filming so we were back home and planning for our newest arrival.

He put all his other projects on hold for a while so he was home when the baby came and afterwards.

Arriving at the hospital I noticed a flurry of activity. I overheard a nurse say there was a horrible accident and they had at least 5 casualties and a child coming in. My heart stopped.

“Honey, are you okay?” Jensen asked. “No. Did you hear her?” He looked solemn, “yeah I did.”

We got checked in and sat down. The nurse at the desk told us due to the emergency we would have to wait a little longer. We nodded.

I sat anxiously but I couldn’t stop thinking about the accident. A few minutes later I saw the ambulance pull up and they pushed in the gurney.

I looked up and saw the little girl. She had blonde hair that was matted with blood and her little hand was still clinging to her stuffed moose.

I gasped when I saw her and tears fell.

“Baby, don’t look.” “Oh Jens, look at her. She’s so tiny.”

They took her back and I stood to go to the bathroom. As I walked past the group of nurses I overheard them talking about the accident.

Apparently someone hit the van the little girl was in and her parents and other siblings were killed. I stood frozen, listening to them. My hand instinctively laid on my belly.

“Yeah. She’s all alone. No family, next of kin. She’s going to have to go to foster care when she’s released.”

I gasped softly. When I came back from the bathroom I was crying. Jensen held me, “Shh baby it’s okay. She’s going to be fine. The doctors are going to take care of her.”

I looked at Jensen, my voice barely audible, “She’s all alone Jens. Her parents, her siblings. They’re all gone. I heard the nurse say she had to go into foster care.” My heart broke for her.

I was still crying when the nurse called me back. Jensen’s hand on the small of my back as we walked through the winding halls.

That’s when I heard a soft voice crying out for their mother. I stopped walking. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jensen asked as I stopped.

I shook my head no and followed the sound. I walked into the room where the little girl was. She looked so tiny laying in the bed. Still clinging on to her moose. Her tiny fingers held it like it was the only thing giving her life.

“Do you know where my mommy is?” Her soft voice asked as she looked at me. I sat down beside her, Jensen walked in the room.

“I know you. My mommy loves you.” She smiled softly at Jensen. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” Jensen asked. “My name is Nichole, and this is Sammy.” She held up the moose. Jensen chuckled.

“Well Nichole, I’m Jensen, and this is Y/N. We just wanted to come in and check on you. We heard you got hurt and we wanted to make sure you were okay.”

She smiled up at Jensen and then at me. “You have a baby in your tummy?” She pointed to my belly and I shook my head yes. “It’s going to be a little boy.”

“Mommy has a baby in her belly too but I’m not supposed to tell anyone yet.”

My heart sank. I looked at Jensen and the tears I’d been holding started to fall.

The nurse came in, “Mr and Mrs Ackles, we need to go.” We nodded and stood, I took Nichole’s hand, “We’ll be back sweetie as soon as we check on him, okay?” She nodded.

We went to the room where the test was going to be and all I could think about was Nichole. “Mrs. Ackles, did you hear me?” The nurse asked. “Oh I’m sorry, what?” “Can you lift your shirt for me? I need to go ahead and take a scan before we can start the amniocentesis.”

I shook my head and lifted my shirt. Jensen held my hand, “Breathe baby.” I nodded and took a breath in and let it out. My mind wandered from our baby to Nichole.

The doctor came in to perform the tests and I was told to lay very still. I was terrified, especially when I saw the needle. We really didn’t want to have the testing done, but due to the high risk of the pregnancy the doctor felt knowing all factors prior to the birth would be our best bet. We reluctantly agreed.

Once the test was over I had to stay still and at the hospital for a little bit. They wanted to make sure the baby was okay and there were no complications from the test.

After a few hours I was free to go. Before we left I told Jensen I wanted to see Nichole again. He worked his charm on the nurses and we were escorted to her room.

She sat on the bed playing with her moose and watching cartoons, Scooby Doo to be exact. A smile spread across Jensen’s face and he sat down on the chair beside the bed to watch it with her. You chuckled when you saw them.

“Want to sit with me?” Her sweet voice broke through as she looked at Jensen and scooted over in the bed. He smiled and nodded. He sat beside her, a little on the edge and a little on the bed. She climbed in his lap and snuggled down with the moose in her hand.

I sat on the chair opposite the bed and watched them giggle and watch the episode. My heart was so full.

We stayed for a few hours and then we were being told we had to leave because visiting hours were over. I tried to protest, the nurse in charge of her care placed her hand on my arm, “She’ll be okay. I’m here all night with her. You can come visit tomorrow. Besides, you need to get some rest too. For him.” She nodded to my belly.

I knew she was right, but I hated the idea of leaving her alone. She hugged Jensen tightly and gave me a hug too. Looking at my belly she asked if she could tell the baby good bye. I nodded, she placed her hand on my belly and got close. “Night baby. I can’t wait to meet you.” A pang of sadness ripped through my heart.

Jensen and I left the hospital and most of the ride home was quiet. He took my hand and kissed it softly, “Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart.” “Jens, she’s all alone. I hate that she's leaving that hospital and going home with strangers.” “I know, baby. She’s such a sweet kid.” I looked over at him and saw a smile on his face, “You really enjoyed watching cartoons with her didn’t you?” He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, when she curled up in my lap it really took me by surprise. Not to mention the moose she called Sammy. I guess her mom was a fan.”

I wasn’t sure how to tell him what I was feeling. It was absolutely crazy. Maybe it was the hormones from the pregnancy, maybe it was my maternal instinct, but something inside me wanted, no, needed to protect that little girl. I wanted to bring her home with us and make her a part of our family.

Jensen sat on the couch beside me and I took a deep breath. “Jensen, I want to bring Nichole home with us. I know it’s crazy, but that little girl doesn’t have anyone left in this world and I can’t shake the feeling she’s meant to be with us. I know we’re about to have a baby, but honey, I can’t just let her go into a foster home where she might not be loved.”

“Really? Are you sure? That’s a lot at once, and you just lost your dad. I don’t want to add more to you.” “Yes, I’m sure. Didn’t you feel it? Sitting there with her? She loves Scooby Doo, and has a moose named Sammy. Jensen it’s like the universe was screaming at us. To be there at that exact moment she was brought in. The test was rescheduled for today due to equipment issues. This just seems like we were meant to be there, and find her.”

“Okay, let’s see what we can do, and yes I felt it too. It was perfect.” He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you so much, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N.”

Over the next few days we went to the hospital to visit Nichole. Each day she got stronger and she and Jensen watched Scooby Doo, cuddled in the bed with Sammy the Moose.

While they watched tv, I talked to the nurses and the social worker about us taking her. The social worker told me we would have to be approved as foster parents and they’d have to do a home inspection, but she didn’t see any issue with it.

I asked if they had told her about her parents and siblings yet, and they said they hadn’t. It broke my heart. “Well, we want to be there when you tell her. I don’t want her to be alone.” They agreed.

I walked back into her room and told Jensen I needed to talk to him for a second. “Nichole sweetie, I need to step in the hallway with Y/N real quick. I’ll be right back.”

Nichole was sitting playing with her toy and said, “Okay Daddy.” Jensen whipped his head around and looked at her. Her eyes went wide, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call you that.” She started to cry and Jensen was at her side. “Shhh, it’s okay sweetheart. It’s fine. It didn’t bother me.” He wiped her tears away with his thumb. “You’re not mad?” Her voice barely a whisper. “No, not at all. Now I’ll be right back, okay?” She smiled softly and nodded.

Jensen smiled softly as he thought about her calling him daddy. “Jens they said we had to go through the process of being foster parents and they needed to visit the house. The social worker also said they haven’t told Nichole about her family yet. They agreed to wait and tell her with us.”

“Okay, let me call my lawyer to get the paperwork started. He can put a rush on it since she’s being released soon. Even if they grant us temporary foster parent status. They can do the home visit whenever.”

I nodded. He kissed my forehead, “Are you ready to be a mom times 2 in a matter of weeks?” I chuckled, “You better believe it.”

I walked back in Nichole’s room while Jensen called the attorney. “Is Jensen mad at me?” She asked. “Oh no sweetie, not at all. He just had to make a phone call.” She nodded. “He’s gonna be a great daddy. I just know it. He watches Scooby Doo and does funny voices with Sammy.”

“Yeah, sweetie, he’s going to be amazing.” “Miss Y/N, do you know where my mommy and daddy are? I haven’t seen them.”

My heart sank. I didn’t know how to answer her. I swallowed hard. Her big brown eyes looked into mine with a thousand questions behind them.

I knew it was time to tell her. Jensen walked in just as I was starting to panic a little.

“How are my two favorite girls?” He asked and smiled at Nichole. She beamed. “I think we’re good. I asked Miss Y/N if she knows where my mommy and daddy are.”

My eyes met Jensen’s and he sat down on the bed with her. I took her hand as she snuggled in his lap.

“Sweetie, you know how you got hurt badly when the truck hit your car?” She nodded. I took a deep breath, “Well your mommy, daddy, sister and brother got hurt badly too.” Her eyes looked at me and then at Jensen, searching for answers. “Are they still hurt?” “No baby, they aren’t hurt anymore. They um, well, they died sweetie.”

It took a minute for her to register what I had said. Silent tears started to fall. The only sounds were whimpers as she clung to Jensen’s shirt. I instantly climbed on the bed with them and wrapped my arms around her. “I’m so sorry baby girl.” Jensen kissed the top of her head and then mine. I cried as I held her.

Her little body was shaking with the sobs that left her lips. “Where am I going to go now? If I don’t have a mommy or daddy, does the hospital keep me?”

“No sweetie. You go into foster care. You know Ms Johnson, the nice lady that’s been coming to see you?” Nichole nodded. “Well her job is to help find you a family that can take care of you.”

“Can I still take Sammy?” I nodded, “Of course you can, sweet girl.” The baby started kicking wildly in my belly and Nichole felt the kicks. She giggled. “He keeps kicking me. He must like me.” She said.

“I bet he does.” She placed her tiny hand on my belly and laughed each time the baby kicked and moved.

“Miss Y/N, does Ms Johnson know who my mommy and daddy are going to be?” “Well, she isn’t sure yet, but she has some ideas.” “Can you and Jensen be my mommy and daddy? I can help you with the baby. I can help change diapers and get his bottle. I promise I’ll be the best big sister ever.”

“I know you will, baby. We did ask her if we could. They just have to make sure everything is okay and then if you want you can come home with us.”

She looked at me and then up at Jensen, “Yes! I want to go home with you.”

A week later everything was ready for Nichole to be discharged and to come home with us. Jensen had set up a room for her and bought her a stuffed squirrel to go with her moose. I giggled when I saw it. “What? She has to have a Dean to go with her Sammy. It’s the rules. I didn’t make them.” I smiled, kissed him and touched his chest, “She’s not even here yet and she’s got you wrapped already.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “What can I say, I gotta keep my girls happy.” We headed to the hospital to pick up Nichole.

Jensen had bought her a new outfit to wear home. It seemed very similar to the one he was wearing, jeans, a band shirt and a flannel, and don’t forget the boots. She was adorable, he was adorable.

After she was discharged Ms Johnson had us sign some last minute papers and told us she’d be checking in on Nichole’s adjustment. We thanked her and left.

Nichole sat in the backseat and switched between talking and singing the whole way home. When we pulled up and got her out of the car she looked up at the house and then at us, “Is this a hotel?” Jensen chuckled, “No sweetie, it’s your new home.” Her voice soft, “Wow.”

The three of us walked inside and we showed her around. Then Jensen took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. “This is your room, Nichole. If you want to change anything let us know and we will.”

We walked in and she immediately saw the squirrel. “It’s Dean!” She giggled as she grabbed it. Jensen looked over at me with a smug look on his face, “See told ya.” I smirked and rolled my eyes.

“Alright you two, I’m going to cook lunch. You two have fun.” I walked downstairs to the kitchen and started making lunch. I heard Jensen and Nichole playing and it filled my heart with so much joy.

The past few months have been a rollercoaster. Jensen and I almost split up, my father dying, the high risk pregnancy. All of it seemed to come to a head, but this, helping this little girl, bringing her into our family felt perfect.

I walked upstairs to get Jensen and Nichole for lunch when I heard Jensen doing his Dean voice. “Come on Sammy, we have to go find Cas.” Nichole did her best Sammy voice, “Dean, Cas is gone. He went to get ice cream.” I heard Jensen laugh and Nichole giggle.

“Hmm I don’t remember ice cream in Supernatural.” Jensen said as Nichole erupted in laughter.

I stepped in the room, “Okay you two, get washed up for lunch.” Jensen and Nichole nodded and walked to wash their hands. As Jensen walked past me he placed a kiss on my lips.

The day went by in a bit of a blur. We spent most of the day getting Nichole used to the house and of course us. As the night wore on I started to get a little nervous about how she’d sleep. Jensen and I decided to start a nighttime routine with her, bath, book, bed.

All electronics were turned off an hour before bed, this included the television. Jensen and I put our phones away and were completely present with her. I gave her a bath, washed her hair and after getting her dressed, Jensen brushed her hair as I cleaned up the bathroom.

She picked two books for us to read after she brushed her teeth. She snuggled into her bed with Sammy and Dean. Jensen sat on the bed beside her and I sat in the rocking chair.

Jensen began reading to her and I noticed her eyes getting heavy, but she was fighting sleep. Her eyes would close and she’d pop them back open. “Nichole, sweetie. It’s okay. You can go to sleep.” She kept fighting it.

Jensen looked down at her, “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” “I don’t want to go to sleep.” “Why not?” Jensen asked with concern in his eyes. “I think if I go to sleep when I wake up you two will be gone too.”

I looked at Jensen confused, “Honey what do you mean, we will be gone too?” “I fell asleep in the car and when I woke up mommy and daddy were gone. I don’t want that to happen again.”

“Oh sweetheart, we aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” “Want me to stay here tonight with you?” Jensen asked her. She nodded, “Yes please.”

“Okay, let me go get ready for bed and I’ll be right back, okay?” She nodded, snuggled down in the bed and smiled sleepily. He kissed her head and left the room.

Jensen came back a few minutes later with his gray sweatpants and old t-shirt on, a blanket and his pillow. He made a bed on the floor and finished reading the stories to her.

She slowly started to fall asleep. I leaned down, kissed her head and then hugged Jensen. “You’re pretty great at this dad stuff already, you know that?” He smirked, “Yeah, I guess so. Are you going to be okay in bed alone tonight?” I nodded, “Yes I am. I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N.” We kissed each other good night and I left the room, heading for bed.

*time jump birth*

The doctors decided it was safer for me to be in the hospital when I gave birth, so they wanted to induce me. The plan was to have a natural birth and only do a c-section if there was an emergency.

Jared and Gen came into town to stay with Nichole while Jensen was at the hospital with me. Nichole loved her “Uncle Jared” and Jared loved her moose named Sammy.

I was hooked up to the machines and the doctor came in to check me before they started the medication to induce. “Everything looks good so far. We’re going to start the medicine soon.” Dr Ellington said before she left the room.

I took Jensen’s hand, “This is it, baby. Our little boy will be here soon.” He kissed my forehead, “Yeah baby. I can’t wait.”

Dr Ellington had come back and started the medication to induce labor. My labor progressed quickly, shocking not only her but us as well.

I was 10 cm dilated and 100% effaced, “Looks like someone’s in a hurry to meet his family.” She chuckled. “Are you ready, Y/N?” I nodded and took a deep breath.

“Okay sweetie. On this next contraction I want you to give me a little push, okay?” I nodded. Jensen held my hand as the nurses and doctor got into position. “Okay, push.” I began pushing and held Jensen’s hand tight.

“You’re doing great sweetheart.” Jensen smiled down at me. I looked up at him, scared and excited.

“You’re doing great Y/N, keep going, I need a big push this next time.” When the next contraction hit I pushed hard. I was exhausted and in pain.

After about 30 minutes of pushing I felt like I couldn’t go on. Jensen cupped my face, “Y/N, you’re doing amazing. Just a few more pushes baby and he’ll be here. You can do this. Think about holding him in your arms and helping Nichole hold him. You’ve got this baby.” He kissed my lips and grabbed my hand.

I leaned back up and on the next contraction I pushed with everything I had. “That’s it. I see his head. Come on, Y/N. Push!” I pushed harder.

The next two pushes his head was out, then his shoulders. Before I knew it I heard his sweet little cry filling the room. The doctor placed him on my chest, Jensen cut his cord and I was completely in love.

Staring up at me was the most perfect baby I’d ever seen. His piercing green eyes blinking at the bright light, and his cry fading to a whimper. Ten fingers, ten toes, and a perfect little nose.

I was crying, Jensen was crying. “He’s perfect, baby. Thank you.” Jensen kissed my lips and then kissed his head. The nurse took him to clean him, weigh, and measure him. They assured me once I was done and cleaned up I would have him back.

When we finally got settled into my room, he was brought back to me. Cleaned, dressed and swaddled like a little burrito. Jensen took him out of the bassinet and handed him to me.

I was completely and irrevocably in love with him. “Look what we did, Jensen?” I smiled up at him with tears in my eyes. “I can’t wait for Nichole to meet him. Now our family is complete.” Jensen took pictures and sent them to family and friends.

Y/N and I would like to introduce you to Jonathan Michael Ackles. Born today at 7:45 pm, weighing 8lbs 8oz and was 22 ½ inches long. Mom and baby are healthy and doing great.

Jensen picked up baby Jonathan and held him. He was beaming with so much love. I snapped a picture of him.

Once Nichole, Jared and Gen arrived at the hospital everything seemed perfect. Nichole carefully climbed on the bed beside me and held Jonathan. She told him all about Scooby Doo and her stuffies. Then she told him she was going to be the best big sister ever.

“I love you, baby Jonathan.” She looked at me and Jensen, “And I love you Mommy Y/N and Daddy Jensen.”

A few tears fell from my eyes. My heart was completely full and not as broken as I thought.

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sgiandubh · 1 year ago

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Lights, camera, shit show

I was just cleaning my OL folders (all those Chinese paintings and scrolls do take a horrendous amount of space, heh) and I just stumbled upon something I completely forgot to share and discuss with you. I found this particular article during my solitaire lurking months and I remember being befuddled by it for a long time, then thought I've lost it for good.

I don't remember ever seeing it shared or discussed in here, either and if, by any slim chance, I am wrong, kindly forgive me. That professional website is now closed, but its content is still available to browse:

Anyway, there goes: https://www.studiodaily.com/2018/06/outlander-dp-stephen-mcnutt-asc-csc-saucy-scottish-show/

We discussed Terry Dresbach and her inebriated rants, Vanessa Woman's devastating impact on set as Intimacy Coordinator, RDM's jealousy and many other aspects of life on the OL set. Rumors likely to have originated there peppered our shipping trail like flickering lights in a sea of darkness. So yes, we dissected these things to death. But not Stephen McNutt's interview to Studio Daily, on June 22, 2018 - please keep in mind the date, it is essential!

Stephen McNutt is a well-established professional and a member of the American Society of Cinematographers (ASC) and the Canadian Society of Cinematographers (CSC), as he hails from British Columbia. He also has a consistent track record of previous work with RDM, both on Battlestar Galactica and Caprica (its prequel). Therefore, one has to immediately suppose he was handpicked and brought on set by the same RDM, of course: set a very low bar on your expectations, I am warning you.

By the grace of RDM, he was one of the main Directors of Photography for OL during Seasons Two and Three. IMDb is not the best source for corroborating things, because they credit him with 13 episodes in Season Two (including La Dame Blanche- he is the Blue Room guy!), but only one for Season Three (First Wife), which is completely wrong. I even had to check some opening credits on Netflix (at reduced speed, ugh), because he speaks at length of A. Malcolm, something that would have made little sense otherwise. He was there, of course: and his is a first-hand account, heavily loaded with both innuendo and TPTB bullshit, up to the point of complete incoherence.

We focus on the three final questions:

This is a study in bullshitology, right here. The question asked is very clear and very technical: how did you approach those famous love scenes?

The answer is a mumble jumble of retcon, deflections, slips and overall impossible scramble for a logical explanation. I am doing a line by line, because this is almost too good to be true:

'(...) But as far as Cat and Sammy making love (...)' : um, hello and excuse me, I thought the question was about Jamie and Claire?!? And then we are delusional and can't fucking separate, when your own henchman, the Director of Photography no less, seems to be totally unable to do so, too? Hello? Also: 'Sammy'? 'Sammy'? What. The. Total. Fuck, and I LOLed then and I am still LOLing now. Terms of endearment overheard on set - but no, here comes the 'friendship' shite, hitting the narrative fan with Mach 5 speed. Objective? Explaining in a plausible way the hugging and 'keeping warm'. And I am sorry, but this begs the question: what the hell did this man see on that set? And how many people did see the same, hence the need to release such a gratuitous lie, for pure retconning purposes?

'They are not an item at all - I think she just got married'. Oh, fuck my life, man: you are such a terrible, terrible liar! Remember, that interview was taken in June 2018: after the OZ EFH and just about when C. was gleefully answering 'oh, God forbid!' every time she was prompted by press about her marriage plans. How can somebody with a pretty high trophic level and personal rapport to both S and C be totally unaware about C's marital status at the time? How can a long time acquaintance and coworker of RDM say no both to a friend and to a current boss (same person, the worst case scenario) asking for a favor, in that particular context? It also goes to prove that the shit show plot mainlines never originated with S and C and that the Remarkable Week-end was already planned for quite some time. By TPTB. With the full knowledge of RDM.

Let's suppose Mr. McNutt was so deeply engrossed in his work as not to notice all the people who must have congratulated C on set. I mean, I know who our (spinster) colleague from Accounting is currently banging and that guy is (mercifully) not among our staff (I totally wish them well, btw). Maybe because nobody congratulated C on that fakegagement? Also, you know them well enough to confidently say 'they are not an item', but don't know she was not married at the time and state an enormity with the same confidence? What in the name of the hoo-ha did I just read, here?

'I was always in such amazement of that.' In amazement of exactly what, Mr. McNutt? Surely not a woman holding hands or keeping warm with her gay co-star on set, huh? I mean, I need the best American English dictionary, here:

Again: what the heck did this man see? What comments did he hear? Surely, 'amazement' is a very precise choice of wording, with particularly enlightening synonyms:

Hence the need to end the demonstration with a deflection: 'They would just have fun.' You know, there is no such thing as a virgin whore, Mr. McNutt: you either are in such astonishment or you think your pals, good old S and C, such a funny girl, were having, well... 'fun', what else? You can't logically have both in the same paragraph!

And there we go: 'a very collegial atmosphere on set'. The answer is pure fool's gold, if you ask me: 'Nobody goes to sit in a trailer or says they aren’t showing up that day. '

And I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed. I really don't know what this man is talking about. I never heard McTavish telling S to get out of that trailer ('nephew'). I never read the 'two very loved-up birdies' in a trailer a-rockin' Anons. I never watched that 2015 Anglophile SDCC interview, when S mentioned listening in their shared trailer to Erasure's Oh, l'Amour and C immediately reacted ('oh, did you just admit to that?'). But unlike me, McNutt must have been legally bound by a big cojones Non-Disclosure Agreement and morally bound by loyalty towards RDM, his friend, boss and benefactor.

This. All of the above. This is the real reason for all the bullshit you've just read: explaining a real, shocking love story by socially progressive regulations, allowing the cast to be 'much more happy'. I would laugh some more, if this was not sinister and cruel, in fact.

It is Love. A deep, strong one. But the seeds of the adverse narrative were planted early and deep, forcing even decent people like this guy to lie and smear himself a bit in the process. What we see and hear now are but better worded and more refined consequences of that fateful January 2016 morning in LA. And since I am allowed the dubious luxury only a healthy distance in time allows, let me remind you a simple, fun fact about this interview who stated they were never an item:

About ten months after McNutt uttered these words, the fandom was hit by the Covfefe Pics.

I rest my case.

#shitshow #fandom

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annetastic1981a · 17 days ago

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My cis Sambastian in Bed Headcanons

I've been thinking about my cis Sambastian in bed headcanons and wanted to gather them all in one place. This is really just for my reference, but if you have any ideas you want to share, feel free!

Everything below the cut because it's spicy.

Initiating/foreplay:

It's honestly 50/50. They're sluts for each other.

Sam is more likely to ask for sex verbally or by just showing up in Seb's office in a slutty outfit of some sort (cowboy hat, his tightest jeans, shirt unbuttoned. Sometimes he just walks in naked).

Seb is more likely to initiate by touch, a light kiss on the back of Sam's neck, running his fingers down Sam's chest or arm, pinching his ass as he walks by.

Whoever is topping is in charge of prepping the other one. They both find it incredibly hot getting the other person ready to receive.

Both men have pierced tongues and they use them to every advantage when they're giving oral.

They almost never just give each other a hand job or oral. 99% of the time, they have penetrative sex. However foreplay almost always involves oral, a handjob or both.

During Sex:

Sam is loud and vocal. He doesn't care if he's overheard. He will scream his heart out.

Seb tries to be quiet but inevitably moans quite loudly. If Seb is bottoming he howls into a pillow or Sam's shoulder as he comes.

Sam is a sub. He likes to be told what to do. He really likes taking Seb up his ass in any way he can get it. He loves the feel of Seb's cum in him. He has a praise kink and loves being told he's a good boy.

But, very occasionally, Sam likes to top. He finds the thought of having his cum be a part of Seb forever incredibly romantic, so he will ask to top on occasion. But when he does, Seb is still usually the one still calling the shots (especially after their first time).

Seb is a top. But he's also kind of a masochist. And Sam is girthy and a very tight fit in Seb's hole. He likes the pain that comes when Sam is shoved inside of him, and he loves being bitten. Sam biting him while he's stuffing his fat cock into Seb's ass is a surefire way to get Seb to come almost immediately.

As they grow older, Seb introduces role playing with Sam. He can communicate exactly what he wants with just a look. And if he doesn't get what he wants, he's perfectly happy to just end their sexy times and jerk himself off, leaving Sam high and dry. Sam quickly learns how to please Seb, and they have an incredibly fulfilling sex life as they grow older together.

Seb doesn't use pet names. He calls Sam, Sammy as his term of endearment. Sam loves pet names, and he calls Seb, "baby" or "Sebby." But when he's coming he usually will call out Seb's full name. He almost never calls Seb “Sebastian” at any other time.

Sam is average length, but quite girthy. Seb is average girth but above average length.

Sam is a cuddler and Seb loves when Sam snuggles into his chest. It's rarely the other way around unless Seb is upset about something.

But Sam is the big spoon. Seb is about 5 inches shorter than Sam in my headcanon so they just fit better that way.

Both like to give and receive hickeys. Sam will wear clothing that allows him to display his hickeys unabashedly. Seb will cover his with a hoodie, a turtleneck or his long hair when he gets older.

Aftercare:

Whoever is topping is typically in charge of clean up. They get a washcloth or tissues to wipe up any cum. If any bondage was used, they untie their partner, kissing where the restraints bit into their skin. If they spurt on the sheets or bed, they both strip the sheets and change them.

They own at least 10 sets of sheets to cut down on how often they have to do laundry. They still have to wash sheets at least once a week.

There is almost always cuddling. Snuggles and light arm or chest rubs. Forehead smoochies. Seb pretends to hate it, but gets all pissy if cuddle time is cut short.

#sambastian sdv #sdv sambastian #sambastianing intensifies #samseb #sambastian #headcanon #my headcanons

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jenanigans1207 · 6 months ago

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Objectively, we know that Dean raised Sam because John was never around. But do you ever really stop to think about the details of that?

Dean changing diapers, reading Sam bedtime stories about love and happily-ever-afters that are so different from the life they lead. Dean checking under the bed for monsters because toddler Sam overheard John talking about some monster of the week. Dean helping Sam get dressed and then laughing when Sam insists on dressing himself in plaid and polka dots together.

Dean teaching Sam to ride a bike with and without training wheels, bandaging his knees when he falls and kissing his cuts all better. Dean teaching Sam to throw a punch for when the kids make fun of them for being the “new kids” again.

Dean teaching Sam to shave, to tie a tie, to drive. Teaching him to believe in himself and his own dreams, helping Sam with homework.

Dean enforcing bedtime, making midnight snacks, dealing with snotty tissues and a kid who won’t take medicine when he’s sick. Dean washing off sticky fingers during bath time and holding little Sammy’s hands when he’s first learning to take his first wobbly steps.

Dean singing a made up lullaby to Sam when he can’t sleep and carrying wet wipes around with him to clean up any messes Sam makes.

And then do you ever think about how he did all of it to try and give Sam a better life? Teaching him to tie a tie so he can take a girl to prom instead of using that skill to impersonate an FBI agent. Teaching him to read, helping him with his homework, encouraging him to go to college even though he knows it’ll break his heart and give him hell to pay once Sam leaves.

Like, objectively we know Dean loves Sam and raised him. But if I stop and think about every milestone, every skill Sam has, every belief he holds close and the fact that Dean was the one who shared all of that with him, who gave so much of himself to teach Sam everything he knows? I could just cry, it’s so tender.

(And then do you ever think that nobody (other than Bobby when he could) taught Dean all these things? That Dean had to figure most of this stuff out on his own? He had to try and fail, and then try and fail again, over and over until he got it right. And all he did was use that failure to try and prevent Sam from failing. Dean had to learn everything himself and then made damn sure that Sam never learned anything by himself, made sure he was there for every single thing Sam ever needed.)

#their relationship is everything to me #and it also devastates me completely #you know?#sam winchester #dean winchester #spn #supernatural

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nox140497 · 1 year ago

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Sam's Mission

Prompt: No

Request: No

Authors Note: Hi guys. Here's another one for you. You guys seem to like the Sam and Colby content, so here you guys go. Also, please feel free to make requests if you have any.

Also, this >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> means timeskip This<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< means flashback.

Summery: Sam introduces his girlfriend to his friends and family... they don't particularly like her very much. Knowing this, she starts to doubt that Sam will stay with her.

Pairings: Sam Golbach x Female Reader

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Y/N had been dating her boyfriend Sam for almost five months now. She was very happy in her relationship with the very sweet and loving blond boy.

Today was the day she met his family for the first time. To say she was nervous was a massive understatement. She was scared that they would not like her. You see, she had met his friends a couple of weeks ago, and the meeting had gone anything but well. They had not liked her very much, and she was afraid that this meeting with his family would go as teribly as the one with his friends had gone.

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Sam nervously held Y/N's hand as they walked into the living room of the Traphouse to meet his friends. All the boys as well as Devyn were there. Colby greeted them with a hearty laugh and a pat on the back, but the rest eyed Y/N with skepticism.

"I'm so glad you're finally meeting everyone," Sam said, smiling at Y/N. "Hey guys, this is Y/N."

His friends offered polite smiles, but the atmosphere grew tense. "So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?" Colby asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm a YouTuber," Y/N replied. "I love gaming and sometimes exploring abandoned places with Sam when he's not filming for the duo channel."

"Ah, sounds exciting," Corey said, unconvinced.

Later, as they drove to Y/N's apartment, Y/N said, "Your friends don't seem to like me much."

Sam tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "They just need time to get to know you. They'll see how amazing you are."

She had at one point overheard thwm say a couple times that she wasn't good enough for him.

One that hurt the most is when she overheard a conversation between Sam and Colby.

Colby: *grunts* Sam, she's not what I expected.

Sam: What do you mean?

Colby: I don't know, man. She seems... different.

Sam: Different how?

Colby: It's hard to explain. Look, I just think you can do better.

The reason that one affected her so much is that she knew how much Sam valued Colby's opinion.

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Y/N snapped out of her little trip down memory lane when the car stopped and sighed. They still hadn't warmed up to her at all.

Now she was sitting in the car now in front of Sam's childhood home, and she feared his parents would feel the same.

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She had been right to worry. She had not even been in the house ten minutes, and they had already been looking at her with disapproval in their eyes.

They had finally retreated to their bedroom for the night and she could finally relax after hours of sitting awkwardly trying not to burst into tears at the family of the love of her life's disaproval.

She knew that if they made him choose, which they inevitably would, then he would choose them, and she would be alone again.

"I don't want to cause any problems," she confided in Sam after they had both taken a shower and were cuddling in bed together.

"Baby, I love you. Don't let them intimidate you. Let's show them how happy we are together."

"I don't know Sammy... If I'm just going to cause problems between you and your family and friends, maybe we shouldn't be together." She said in a soft voice.

Sam immediately pulled her into his chest and shook his head. "No. I will not lose you because they are being stupid." He said with determination in his voice.

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She really didn't care much for his other friends, but she wanted Colby to like and accept her.

Sam and Colby had been inseparable since they were 14 years old. They shared everything together - from their love for adventure to their quirky sense of humor, and she knew that. She didn't want to be the reason for any tension between the two boys, and she had told Sam as much. She understood the brotherly bond the two shared and absolutely adored it.

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They had always been close. Since that day at band camp, when they were 14 years old, they shared everything from secrets to dreams, and there was nothing they wouldn't do for each other. However, there was one thing that had been bothering Sam lately - Colby had expressed some reservations about his girlfriend, Y/N. Sam couldn't understand why Colby didn't seem to like her as much as he did.

Determined to change this, Sam hatched a plan. He knew that Colby loved ghost hunting, so he suggested they film a video, visiting some of the most haunted places in the city. Sam saw this as the perfect opportunity for Colby to get to know Y/N better and hopefully grow fond of her.

Excitedly, Sam shared his idea with Y/N, who agreed to join them on their ghost hunting adventure. She had always been interested in the supernatural and was thrilled at the thought of exploring haunted locations with her boyfriend and his best friend. Little did Sam know that this trip would change their dynamics in more ways than he could ever imagine.

On the day of the shoot, the trio gathered their equipment and headed to the first haunted spot, an old abandoned asylum. As they roamed the corridors with their camera, searching for evidence of the afterlife, Sam noticed something peculiar - Colby seemed genuinely interested in what Y/N had to say, she had done some research on the place so was telling them and the viewers about what she had found. He asked her about her thoughts and opinions, listening intently and treating her with utmost respect.

Throughout the day, as they visited different locations, the bond between Colby and Y/N grew stronger. They laughed together, shared scary stories, and even pulled pranks on each other. It was during one of those moments, when Y/N pretended to see a ghost lurking in the shadows, that Colby playfully tackled her, shouting, "Gotcha, little sis!"

That statement took Sam by surprise. It seemed that somewhere along the way, Colby had formed a brotherly bond with Y/N. Colby started treating her like his little sister, looking out for her and joking around. Sam couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - he was thrilled that Colby had grown to like Y/N, but there was also a tiny pang of jealousy, as he had never witnessed this side of his best friend before.

As they reviewed the footage for their video, Sam noticed how Colby's gaze softened whenever Y/N was on screen. It was evident that their friendship had evolved into something special. The viewers started noticing it too, leaving comments about how they shipped "Colby and his little sister Y/N."

Despite the initial purpose of the trip, Sam realized that he had inadvertently given birth to a bond that was both unexpected and beautiful. Instead of being upset, he embraced the change. He couldn't help but admire the connection between Colby and Y/N as they teased each other and shared inside jokes.

With time, Sam understood that his original plan had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Colby not only came to like Y/N, but he had accepted her into his heart as family. As for Y/N, she saw Colby not just as Sam's best friend anymore but as a protective brother figure.

And so, what began as a simple attempt to get his best friend to like his girlfriend turned into a heartwarming tale of friendship, love, and newfound relationships. Sam learned that sometimes, the best outcomes happen when you least expect them. As a result, their ghost hunting adventure became a turning point in their lives, forever strengthening the bond between Sam, Colby, and Y/N.

Needless to say, Y/N and Sam were both over the moon. Now, if only his family would come around as well.

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The final hurdle for the couple was getting his family to adore Y/N as much as he did. Sam's big sister, Allison, was always skeptical of his romantic endeavors. She believed that no one could ever be good enough for her beloved little brother. His little brother, Ben, was ever the mischief-maker. He loved to tease Sam about his new girlfriend, often whispering witty remarks that left Sam red-faced. And then there were Sam's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Golbach, who were initially hesitant in accepting Y/N due to her unconventional lifestyle.

Determined to change their minds, Sam decided to embark on a mission to win his family's favor for Y/N. He knew it wouldn't be a straightforward task, but he was not one to give up easily.

First, Sam decided to approach his big sister, Allison. Knowing her love for art, he invited Y/N to a local gallery to experience the mesmerizing strokes of the masterpieces within. Y/N, being an artist herself, effortlessly bonded with Allison over their shared passion. They spent hours discussing colors, techniques, and inspirations. Allison was amazed by Y/N's talent and felt a kinship with her newfound sister-in-law.

Ben was easy to win over as Y/N appealed to his sense of mischief and humor. Much to Sam's horror as he was most often the target of the two's pranks.

Once the siblings were getting along, his parents conceded that she was not so bad. Over time, they could even come to love her as one of their own.

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And to think just a few months ago, she was questioning their relationship.

#sam golbach x you #sam golbach #xplr #sam and colby

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sweetvamp03 · 5 months ago

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Where you really belong

Word count: 2881

Sam Winchester x Female reader-no smut-light violence-fluff

Summary: You and Sam haven't seen eachother in months, when suddenly the Winchester boys show up unexpectedly. You miss eachother but don't know if you can work out your issues.

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Unlocking your front door, you waved at the car still on the road, waiting for you to get inside. You stepped in, flicking the light on and throwing your jacket and purse on the entry bench. You made your way to the kitchen to scavenge for something to snack on. Your boyfriend Oliver had taken you out to dinner at some fancy restaurant where the portions were almost as insane as the the food they offered. You politely ate what you ordered and prayed that he wouldn't want to come in so you could pig out. You were surprised to see the overhead light on, as you were usually pretty anal about the electricity bill. Turning the corner you were greeted by two rather large men, sitting at your dining table. Eyes glancing from one to the other, you blurted out, "Dean, Sam, what are you doing here?". The tension between you and Sam was thick in the air, Dean was well aware of it. Trying to focus mainly on the shorter one, you tilted your head, silently repeating your first question.

"Just saying hi, checking up on our favourite girl" Dean finally responded with a smile on his face, that was slowly fading when he looked at sam, obviously very uncomfortable.

"Oh well it's good to see you! Both of you." You meant it, your heart hadn't stopped racing since you saw Sam standing there, it took everything in you not to wrap him in a tight hug.

"You were out late! Not tracking any vamps are you?"

"No not in months dean. I was just out at dinner- with a friend." your eyes quickly darted to Sam and back, trying to gauge his reaction.

Raising his eyebrows and grinning ear to ear he exclamed, "Oh is she coming in? I love to meet any friends of yours."

Rolling your eyes you rebuttled "Yeah no. As much as I'd love for you to sleep with more of my friends, they had to get home."

Heading to the fridge you offered the boys some drinks, only one of them accepted. You had some beers left over from a party you had a few weeks ago, you knew if you were going to get through this you were going to have to be inhebreated.

"Okay so what's the real reason you guys are here?"

"Oh y'know, a demon threatened sammy here, if he didn't help him, he'd kill you. Don't freak out though, you're not dead so that's a good sign."

Taking a large swig out of your bottle you swallowed and let out a sigh. "Oh great."

Just then your phone started to ring, you fished it out of your dress pocket and glanced at the screen. Oliver. Of course. You knew that if you didn't answer he would just call back or worse, come check on you.

Picking up the call, you glided out of the room so your conversation hopefully wasn't overheard. "Hey Oli"

"Hey babe, just making sure you're okay, I'm sorry again that I couldn't stay over, apparently my boss thinks holding meetings at 5am is a fun way to boost our spirits."

"Heh yeah, it's all good, I have some stuff I need to do tonight anyway."

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow though right? at Alexanders?"

Alexanders was your guys' go to restaurant, he took you there on your first date. "Yeah sure, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you baby" your heart ached, not because it was happy but because that wasn't the person you wanted to be telling you that.

"Love you too, babe." you choked out.

You hung up and hurried back into the kitchen, where you saw both boys silently looking in your direction. Apparently the walls in this little house were thinner than you had thought. Your lips parted, letting out an almost inaudible sigh, looking apologetically towards Sam. Your head started stiring, trying to rember what you had said, to understand just how bad it actually was. The words "Love you babe" echoed through your thoughts. Understandably Sam started out of the room, looking more upset than mad. Your eyes followed him out, then went right back to Dean, he probably hated you for hurting his brother like that.

"Dean I'm so sorry, I-"

"I know, don't mind Sammy he's just been a drama queen these last couple of months. We arn't here because of him, just to make sure you're okay."

Part of you felt dissapointed, but understood. "Well, thanks."

Sam rushed back into the room, with a burning question. "Hey uh do your neighbors usually stare out their blinds into your living room?"

"Uh not that i've noticed." you rushed to the window near the front door to take a peek.

"Yeah didn't think so" Sam grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the blinds. "Where do you keep your guns?"

"Under my bed" you replied.

"Show me."

You lead Sam into your bedroom, getting on all fours and reaching under your bedframe, and pulling out a few different cases. You sit up while opening the cases, you look back at Sam, it was so quiet as if he had left. You noticed his eyes trailing over the photo on your nightstand of you and Oliver. You turned back pretending to not have noticed. You kept the photo there because you thought you should, if you saw him every night when you fell asleep and every morning when you woke up, maybe your feeling would start to feel real. All of your friends have told you that he's perfect for you, and you know it too. So you gave it everything you had to try and make it work. Unfortunatley every moment you spent with him, you were thinking of someone else. It was't fair to him, you knew that, but you didn't know what to do at this point. You knew you'd never be over Sam, but you had to move on, trying to fake it til you make it.

You finally decided to fill the silence with something you had to get off your chest. "I don't love him you know." you confided in him, standing up.

"You don't have to lie to me Y/N, I heard you on the phone." Sam tried to let out a sarcastic chuckle, but you could tell how crushed he was.

"Doesn't mean I meant it. I haven't meant it since I said it to you." you lowered your head, embarrased to be oversharing with him like this. You used to tell him everything but things were different now.

"Then why did you leave? Why haven't you talked to me since that night?" he blurted out while grabbing your arm, pulling you closer to him.

"You know why Sam. It just doesn't work, you and me." You felt like you could hear your heart actually crack.

He slid his hand down your arm and intertwined it with yours. Slowly moving his other hand up to your jaw, tracing his thumb along your cheek. You were only inches away from eachother now, finding it hard to steady your breathing. You slowly leaned in to have your lips meet his, and he reciprocated in slow, passionate, loving, kisses. You pulled away abruptly.

"No, Sam. I can't do this."

"Why not?"

"I've spent all these months trying to forget you, trying to fake love with someone else so that maybe someday it won't hurt as bad as it does right now. And it has gotten me nowhere. This is only going to set me back further and I'll never be able to move on." you rambled on not knowing what you were going to say next.

"But why do you have to get over me, why can't we be together? I love you Y/N, and you've made it clear you still have feelings for me, so please just tell me what happened to us." he grabbed your hand back, pulling it up to his mouth to plant a light kiss on the back.

A tear started to form in the inner corner of your eye, you couldn't let yourself go like this, not right now while you were under some sort of supernatural attack. "We should get take the guns out to dean." you said while wiping away the tear that was trying to make its way down your face.

Dean was waiting impatiently wondering where the two of you had been. "Guys c'mon, nows not the time to get all touchy feely, if you didn't know before, theres kind of a bunch of demons watching us."

"Yeah sorry the case was jammed and we couldn't open it" you replied, realizing that Dean had noticed the red in your eyes from the almost tears.

"But they haven't done anything? Haven't made a move at all?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Nope. I don't know what kind of orders they got but they don't really seem to be in attack mode."

You didn't really feel like fighting if it wasn't necessary, so you headed to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

"I'm not gonna stand around all night waiting for them to pounce, go ahead and get comfortable." you laughed.

Sam sauntered towards the couch as you had moments before, taking a seat on the cushion right next to you. You noticed Dean had just taken a seat in the chair by the window, staying on look out. Your phone lightly pinged in your pocket, you grabbed it out and saw a text from Oliver reading "Goodnight baby, see you tomorrow and sleep well <3". You tried to turn it off as quickly as possible but were unsuccessful. Oliver sent a goodnight text every night, it was very sweet but it annoyed you a little bit.

"Not gonna reply?" Sam inquired.

"I already said goodnight earlier." you barked back at him.

He lowered his voice to a hushed tone so it would be difficult for Dean to hear everything. "Why are you here? With him? You don't love him, if you did truly love him I'd leave it alone. I just want what will make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted, you know that Y/N."

You couldn't talk here, not with Dean so close. You abrubtly stood up and grabbed Sam by the hand dragging him back into the kitchen.

Once you were defintely out of earshot you opened up to him, not wanting to, but needing to.

"Sam, that night, with the Wendigo, you almost died."

"I almost die like once a week, and I actually die quite often too." he let out a pained chuckle.

"You almost died because of me. You wouldn't have if you weren't trying to protect me, I can't be the reason you die Sam, I just can't. If I ever lost you I don't think I could cope. I thought if I left and tried to distance myself that it would be better for the both of us."

"Y/N, I know. I felt that way every time you left the bunker. But what good are we if we stay apart? We are just as hurt and destroyed as we would be if one of us lost eachother. I'll do anything for you, that inlcudes dying. But I know how hard that would hit you, so I try my very best to stay alive. For you. Every morning I get up and I remember I need to make it through the day because you are still out there, and one day you could come back to me."

The tears you tried so hard to battle earlier were coming back, flooding this time. Sam grabbed you up, his arms wrapped around your waist, while yours framed his neck. Burying your head into his shoulder you couldn't hold it in any longer. "I love you Sam" it came out muffled as your mouth was pressed to his red flannel.

"I love you too baby." You could feel tears hitting the top of your head, they were slowly running down his face and your heart pounded with love. Something you hadn't felt in awhile.

A loud creak behind you made you jump, luckily it was just dean. You were still wrapped in Sam's arms and Dean looked relieved. "Hey guys, uh sorry to interrupt what was probably a very heartwarming moment, but I think they are making some sort of move-" He turned to walk back to the front of the house then paused and returned to meet your faces. "But not the kind of move that was about to happen here" he smirked.

As he bolted out of the room you threw a bag of chips that was on the counter beside you, towards him. Something light enough that wouldn't hurt, but that would still get the message across. "Ow" he mumbled.

Sam let out a laugh, he loved it when you stood up for yourself. Looking back into his puppy dog eyes, you silently agreed to let go of eachother and prepare for the fight that was upcoming.

Guns in hand, you waited by the front door, when quickly an old man and woman burst through it, eyes black as coal. You and Sam fired shots, slowing them down a bit, while Dean was hiding behind a cabinet. When opportunity struck, he lept out and stabbed the woman in the chest, quickly removing the knife covered in blood, and driving it into the mans back. There was silence.

"Uh was that it?" you said flatly.

"I have no idea. Those were the only two I saw watching us. Seems weird that they didn't have more on babysitting duty." Dean was looking around waiting for another attack from a different angle. You all waited and waited but nothing came. After 10 minutes, you sat down on the couch, if the demons were going to try and kill you, they better do it soon because you arn't the most patient girl in the world.

"Maybe we just got lucky?" Sam sounded confused at his own explanation.

Just then, the back window was completely shattered and before you knew it, the demon was inside and making his way towards Sam.

"Sam!" You exclaimed as you jumped up. Horror in your eyes. You looked over to Dean who was knocked unconcious from the blow.

You grabbed the demon knife out of Deans limp hand and stuck it in the bloody demon faster than anything you've ever done before. He fell to the ground and you stepped over him to make your way towards the long haired man you loved so dearly. "Baby are you alright?" you whispered to him.

"Yeah don't worry sweetheart I'm okay, are you okay?" he was looking you over.

"I'm fine, see this is why I left." you both let out a little laugh as he kissed your forehead.

Just then Dean gained conciousness and looked at the two of you, "Alright we did it!" sticking out a thumbs up.

Both you and Sam rolled your eyes once again and went back to looking at eachother. You knew you weren't staying here any longer, so you tried to remember where you stashed your suitcase. The two of you let Dean take care of the bodies while you packed up your sad little life here in Sioux Falls. All you really needed was Sam; and maybe your clothes. You left everything else behind. Except a little box you kept on the top shelf of your closet. Inside, pictures and memories from you and Sam, even though you tried to move on, you couldn't just forget him completly, you had to keep some things. He came up behind you to take a peek inside to see what you had in there, his eyes softened as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in your scent, something he truly missed. He would never admit it, but he had one of his sweaters that you used to wear around the bunker, he hadn't washed it since you left because he didn't want to forget how you smelled.

"What am I going to tell Oliver?" you took a deep breath, feeling horrible that you were doing this to him. But not so horrible since Sam's thick arms were holding you tight.

"Just tell him, it's not you, it's me"

You laughed, "Oh yeah that's clever, nobody has ever used that one before."

"Just tell him you're going back to where you really belong."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

The engine of the impala sounded as Dean pulled into the driveway, "I'll take your bags out, I'll give you a moment" Sam offered.

"No thanks, I don't need any more moments here. I want to spend all my moments where I really belong from now on." You smiled up at him.

He took your hand, and you each grabbed a bag, heading out the door without looking back. You knew that your life was just getting started now, it felt stalled before, but this is where you were truly meant to be. With the WInchester brothers, saving people, hunting things. And most importantly, being with the only man you ever truly loved.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x female reader #dean winchester #supernatural

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honey-crypt · 8 months ago

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NOW OR NEVER — sam (sdv) x reader

media: stardew valley

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of war

requested by: @luxurylives

summary: sam seeks support from his crush, farmer (y/n), after they overhear a family spat. yet, a proposal from flirty part-time bartender masahi has sam in a tailspin, as he’s forced to grapple with confessing his feelings to (y/n).

author’s note: my first fic since revitalizing my fanfic writing career! hope you all enjoy :)

“Sam, please,” the desperation in Jodi’s voice was evident. She grasped onto her husband Kent’s arm, the soldier staring down his son blankly. Sam, lacking his usual cheerful disposition, stood across from them with arms crossed.

“You can’t be serious,” his voice was low, almost a growl. Jodi averted her gaze, her grip on Kent’s arm tightening. In an effort to reassure his wife, Kent began to rub her back tenderly while moving forward with the discussion, “Son, I know this is going to be a hard change but it’s necessary.”

“What’s necessary? The fact that we gotta lose you again to the fucking military, huh?” the skater spat venom at his father, “That we’ve only had you back for one year and all of a sudden, you’re called back to the front lines!”

“That’s sadly a fact of life,” answered Kent. A small sob escaped Jodi’s lips and Kent pulled her into his chest, soothing her while she cried. Sam balled up his fists, feeling his cheeks redden from the heat of the summer and the heat of the revelation. Without a second thought, the blond stormed outside, the door slamming behind him and muffling Jodi’s wails.

“Yoba, Yoba fucking…” he began to curse at the All Mighty, enraged at the creator’s cruelty. Yet, before he could utter another blasphemous word, a familiar face greeted him before the front entrance, “Sammie?”

His flames of rage quickly fizzled out at the sight of (Y/N), the ever so kindhearted farmer. They cast their eyes down to the ground, adjusting their grip on their wicker basket, “I’m sorry. I was stopping by to deliver your mom her tomatoes and I, well…” they cleared their voice, “I’m sorry, but I overheard everything.”

Sam let out a frustrated sigh and combed his hands through his messy spikes, “Everything?”

“Yeah, everything,” the farmer reiterated.

“You can just… You should just leave them on the step. I’m sure my mom will get them in a second,” Sam stepped off the entrance floor mat, an image of a happy-go-fish with the words “Welcome to Our Home!” featured on it. (Y/N) gently set the basket of tomatoes on the mat and positioned them in just the right way so they remained under the roof’s shade. Sam walked a few feet forward, taking in the whooshing of the stream before him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” the farmer offered, staring at Sam with those pretty eyes he always admired.

“About my dad?”

“Yeah, or anything else that’s on your mind.”

Sam cracked a smile, the first one of his day, “Well, only ‘cuz I trust you,” he plopped down on the grass in front of the stream. The blond patted the space beside him and (Y/N) joined him, the pair admiring the water.

“They want my dad back in the war.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. I kinda,” the skater hugged his knees to his chest, “I kinda didn’t have a chance before I lost it on Mom and Dad.”

(Y/N) offered Sam a sympathetic smile, holding out their hand for a moment. Sam grew flushed at the gesture but took the farmer’s hand, nonetheless. (Y/N)’s hand was surprisingly soft for someone doing hard labor year-round. Yet, they had a few callouses, just like the ones he got from guitar practice.

“He was a PoW. You’d think he would be exempted from having to go through that hell again but… I guess not.”

“It’s not fair,” the farmer mused, “You just got him back, less than a year ago!”

“That’s what I was saying!” exclaimed Sam, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand. The two locked eyes for a moment but Sam turned away, still holding on tight to their hand. A welcoming warmth filled his chest while he held the farmer’s hand, as memories of the past year flooded his mind. The late nights at the saloon, the banter at the festivals, the rainy days spent in his room together, every moment with (Y/N) filled Sam up with an indescribable sense of peace.

“I’ll always be here if you need anything, Sammie. I promise, okay?” the farmer’s words brought the blond back to reality.

“I appreciate that,” Sam replied with a small smile. He loosened his grasp on (Y/N)’s hand and soon confronted the emptiness that followed. (Y/N) leaned forward and grinned, they always had such a beautiful smile.

“(Y/N), I gotta ask—”

A sudden beep beep! cut Sam off, as a handsome man with slick honey blond hair waved to (Y/N) from his even more slick convertible, “(Y/N)! Sweets! There you are!”

(Y/N) blinked in surprise before pushing themself off the ground and dusting off their overalls, “Oh, Masahi, I didn’t think you would be bartending tonight at the saloon!”

“Because I’m not, darling,” the obnoxiously flirtatious and annoying man (at least to Sam) explained, “I’m in this part of the woods looking for you.”

“For me?” the farmer questioned, wiping a bead of sweat off their dirt caked forehead.

“Yes, you, silly!” Masahi chuckled, “I want to take you out to see an old friend of myself, I remember you mentioning how much you love her music.”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped in astonishment, “Masahi, are you serious?!”

“Yes, sweets, I’m serious. KiKi Kiwi is playing at the Juicer… tonight,” the bartender could barely hold back that ultra white pearly smile of his, earning a not-so-subtle glare from Sam, “So what do you say? Wanna be my plus one?”

“Oh, well…” (Y/N) eyed Sam, a small frown on their lips, “You’re going through it, though, Sammie. Do you need me for tonight?”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek, as he ping-ponged his focus between the concerned farmer and the cheeky bartender. Should I tell them that I need them tonight?

“No, it’s okay,” the skater plastered on a smile, “I know how much you love Kiki Kiwi, stink,” the farmer snorted at the nickname Sam bestowed upon them early in their friendship, “Just promise me that you’ll get me a shirt of hers?”

“I pinky promise!” the farmer shouted jubilantly. The two of them sealed the promise and Sam waved (Y/N) off, as they hopped in the convertible with Masahi. With a cocky smile gracing his lips, Masahi gave Sam a wink, “Later, Sammie!” drove off with (Y/N) in tote.

Once they were out of earshot, Sam kicked a nearby rock to unleash his anger, only to end up grunting in pain because of how sharp said rock was. Defeated, Sam collapsed on the grassy dip by the stream and huffed, staring up at the pinkish orange sky.

“I’m such a loser.”

—————

“And you just… let them go? Just like that?” Abigail hummed aloud, “Seriously? Just like that? Are you kidding me?”

Sam swatted at the pestering purple haired goth, as he laid sprawled about Sebastian’s couch. The aforementioned owner of the couch peered over his desktop to add on, “She’s right. You basically blew your chance.”

“Okay, okay! I did not basically blow my chance!” the skater countered, “I wasn’t gonna let them miss out on their chance to see their all-time favorite musician in the whole wide universe. What kinda friend would I be if I did?”

“A boyfriend, not a friend,” commented Abigail, who promptly received a flick to the forehead by Sam, “Hey!”

“Stop being a dick to me,” the blond grumbled, “I already got enough on my plate.”

Abigail frowned, “Sorry,” and added on, “I’m sure things will be fine, though. Masahi isn’t really (Y/N)’s type.”

Sam’s ears perked up like a puppy dog, “Huh, what? He isn’t?” which earned him a pair of chuckles from both Abigail and Sebastian.

“I don’t think (Y/N) really has a type,” the purple-haired girl continued, “I mean, they never really expressed any indication of a type to me. Hell, I’m not even that sure if they like men or not.”

“Oh,” the disappointment in Sam’s voice was evident but upon noticing the goths’ questioning stares, he backpedalled, “I mean, I mean liking girls is cool! People, regardless of junk and stuff, are cool!”

“And during Pride Month,” mumbled Sebastian with a mischievous scoff.

“And during Pride Month,” Abigail repeated in a similarly teasing manner.

Sam buried his face in his hands, “I don’t know what to do,” he murmured, “I probably did blow my chance,” the idea of (Y/N) being with Masahi in that way filled Sam’s stomach up in explosive balloons of acid, ready to pop from the slightest movement. His mind began to spiral, as Sam recounted each and every supposedly “intimate” moment he witnessed (Y/N) in by mistake.

That time he saw them and Elliott merrily drinking together at the saloon, the way the drunken ginger swung his arm haphazardly around their shoulder.

That time he saw them and Alex tossing the gridball around, the way the human equivalent of a protein shake grazed his hand against theirs when trying to retrieve the misplaced ball.

Yoba, even the times he saw them exchange giggles with Harvey and Shane!

The jealousy continued to rise and rise until Sam could

“I mean,” Sebastian’s voice drifted off with the echo of mouse clicks following behind, “Kiki Kiwi is performing at the Juicer in about an hour. If you make yourself presentable, I could drive you up there in a bit.”

The speed at which Sam went from zero to hero in his appearance was simply a miracle. Neither Sebastian nor Abigail had ever witnessed such a feat, as Sam returned with an outfit fit for a rooftop club scene; he sported a nearly all-black look that one might have confused him for Sebastian if it had not been for his spiky blond hair and the dash of color in his red Converse sneakers.

“That was quick,” answered Sebastian.

“Good luck, lover boy!” Abigail ushered the boys a farewell, as Sam held onto Sebastian’s back for dear life. The roar of the motorcycle rang through Sam’s ears, as a darkening skyline greeted them on the road towards ZuZu City.

Gaining entry to The Juicer appeared to be a daunting task, as a line of rabid Kiki Kiwi fans and club regulars nearly took up the whole block outside the club. Sam felt the vibrations of the opening act’s music pulsate through the ground beneath his feet. He eyed Sebastian for support, unsure how to proceed.

“Oh my God, is that you Sebby?”

Sam and Sebastian directed their attention to the voice calling out, the veiny bouncer guarding the door to The Juicer. Sebastian stared down the bouncer, his brain trying to process if the bouncer was speaking to him or another Sebastian, “Uhh…”

“This is crazy, it’s totally you!” the bouncer proclaimed, as he let a few attendees inside, “It’s me, Lily- well, I’m Liam now but we went to high school together!”

“Oh! Lil- Liam!” replied Sebastian. He gave Sam a subtle nod and walked up to the bouncer to chat, “Wow, man, you’re really jacked now, huh?”

With the bouncer occupied, Sam seized the moment to slip into the crowd of club-goers entering the establishment. Through a series of bumping into people and trying not to slam his face into a wall, Sam managed his way to the top of the building, music’s deep bass bouncing off all surfaces of the club. The skater maneuvered his way through the crowd of dancing drunks and couples displaying PDA that bordered the line of bedroom-only activities, his mind set on finding (Y/N). He tried to shout for them, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear anything else.

It felt like hours before Sam eventually found (Y/N) near the VIP area, the farmer happily chatting with a woman clad in neon green. Masahi stood behind (Y/N) with an almost wounded expression on his face, not able to get a word in; Sam had to suppress the grin trying to form on his face at the sight.

“(Y/N)!” shouted Sam. The farmer paused their conversation and whipped their head around, eyes landing on Sam, “Sammie? How did you- What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Masahi repeated, eyebrows quirked and arms crossed.

“Hi, I’m sorry, it’s a long story but can I please borrow you for just one second?” he pleaded with (Y/N), “I promise, it will only be for one second,” Sam added on for good measure.

(Y/N) exchanged glances between Sam and the woman in green, the latter of which flashed them a smile, “I’m sure we can resume our little chat after, dear. I should be prepping my voice right about now.”

(Y/N) returned the smile, “Okay! If not, it has been a huge honor talking with you!”

The woman in green waved the farmer off, the screams of excited club attendees filling the air while she walked towards backstage. With the woman, presumably Kiki Kiwi, gone, (Y/N) turned her attention to Masahi and stated, “I’ll be right back, okay? I just need to hear Sam out real quick!”

Masahi gave the farmer a firm nod, “Yes, of course. I’ll be waiting,” he glared down at Sam while the skater waltzed off with (Y/N) in possession. Finding the most private area possible, that being behind the crumbling walls of the bathrooms, Sam released his guiding grasp on the farmer, “Thank you for giving me this moment.”

“Of course, Sammie, but is everything okay? I thought you wanted me to come tonight,” questioned (Y/N).

“And I did- I do, I do want you to come out and enjoy yourself tonight,” the blond tripped over his words, “Your happiness means the most to me, of course I wanted you to see your favorite musician ever tonight.”

(Y/N) flashed Sam a giddy smile, “My happiness means the most to you?” to which the skater nodded feverishly, “Of course! Ever since we became friends, you’ve always been a priority of mine, someone I care deeply about and…” Sam steadied his voice, “I realized that tonight might be my only chance to say this so I’m just gonna say it.”

Sam gently took (Y/N) by the hands and held them against his chest, “(Y/N).”

“Yes, Sam?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

“No, (Y/N), I… I love you.”

The farmer’s eyes widened.

“You love me?”

“With all my heart.”

“Sammie, I- I-” with their words failing, there was only one way (Y/N) could respond and that was kissing Sam squarely on the lips.

It was like fireworks went off for the two of them, metaphorically in their minds and literally in the sky before them while Kiki Kiwi launched into her first song of the night. For countless nights, Sam dreamed of feeling, tasting (Y/N)’s lips against his own.

And my, my… was the wait worth it.

#honey crypt fics #sdv #stardew valley #sdv sam #stardew valley sam #sdv sam x reader #stardew valley sam x reader #sdv masahi #stardew valley masahi #sdv custom npcs #stardew valley custom npcs

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topazy · 8 months ago

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Little dark age

Paring: Rick Grimes × reader

Warning: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 1.03

You look up as Morales walks over to the campfire with a large number of fish. He beams, “Tonight we dine like kings.”

“Whoa,” you say, looking over at Andrea and Amy, who had spent most of the afternoon fishing. “You weren’t kidding, Andrea, when you said you could fish.”

Amy smiles and says, “We have our dad to thank for that. And Dale, he let us borrow his stuff.”

While the others continue to praise the blondes for the amount of food they brought into camp, Morales holds up one of the lines, “Do you want to do the honors or should I?”

You scoff playfully, “I’ll clean them if you cook.”

“Deal,” he says, tossing you three of the fish before placing the rest into a cooler for the time being.

Noticing you pull out your pocket knife, Carl runs off excitedly. “Sammi, can you teach me how to gut a fish?”

“Sure thing, rugrat, as long as it’s okay with your mom?” You make eye contact with Lori for the first time since you overheard her and Shane arguing.

“You’ll get no complaints from me.”

He watches, almost hypnotized, as you explain where to insert the knife. “Can I do it?”

“No, not yet anyway.”

He pours up at you, “Why not?”

“Because I need to be sure you know what you’re doing. I don’t want your mom or dad hunting me down because you’ve lost a finger,” you laugh. “Tell you what? I’ll do the first two, then you can do the last one, okay?”

He nods. True to your word, you gut the first two fish, then help guide Carl while he does the third one. “That’s it, kid. Take it nice and slow so you don’t cut yourself or me.”

Lori watches her son and smiles when he proudly shows off what he’s doing. You notice Dale walking over to join the rest of the camp with a concerned look on his face. “Something wrong, Dale?”

“I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think we may have a bit of a problem.”

—

You stay behind in camp to finish preparing the fish, while the others go and investigate what’s wrong with one of the men in your small group of survivors who was apparently acting differently than normal. Jim had been digging holes in the ground nonstop since sunrise; personally, you didn’t think that was much cause for concern.

Sensing someone behind you, look back and see Lori. “I thought you’d gone with the others.”

“I wanted to say thank you for what you did with Carl; it’s been hard on him with Rick coming back and leaving again, and you’ve taught him a lot. It takes his mind off things.”

You shrug. “I don’t mind; he’s a sweet kid.”

An awkwardness lingers between the two of you. She clears her throat. “The other day...”

“Look, Lori, I’m going to tell you what I told Shane. I don’t want to know anything.”

Her voice begins to crack. “I thought my husband was dead. Otherwise, I never would have done what I’ve done.”

You found it ironic how similar she and Shane sounded to one another. “It’s not my business or my place to judge.”

She sits down across the campfire from you and picks up a cutting board that has a couple of vegetables on it while struggling to hold back tears of what you presume were guilt.

“Sammi!”

Hearing the panic in Shane’s voice, you let the fish down and started to run up the small hill. “What’s going on?”

“Jim’s gone batshit crazy.”

—

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a deep sigh. You couldn’t wait for your shift on watch to end so you could get some sleep. It was still daylight, but you could feel the shaft of a migraine coming on. It didn’t help that Carol wasn’t talking to you; you weren’t sure if it was because of the faint slap-shaped bruise on your face or because you helped clean Shane’s hand after he beat her husband.

Dale sits down beside you on top of the RV. “Jim says he can’t remember why he started digging those holes.”

“Sunstroke can make people do peculiar things. As long as he stays in the shade and keeps drinking water, he should be fine soon.”

You had removed the extra layers of clothing Jim didn’t need, then tried to cool his sunburnt skin down with water before ordering him to drink plenty of it. But since he tried to attack Shane, the former cop tied Jim to a tree as a precaution, so now you would all take turns cooling Jim down and making sure he drank plenty of fluid.

“I suppose you’ve probably seen worse than someone going a little coocoo in the heat.”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling your knees up closer to your chest. Seeing Jim act the way he did definitely reminds you of the men in your platoon suffering from combat stress.

“I’m sure you're all too familiar with dealing with heatstroke; I imagine a lot of soldiers got it.”

“Honestly, I try not to think about my time in the army, Dale.”

—

Groggily, you rub at your eyes and yawn; you had only just woken from your nap, which thankfully seems to have helped your oncoming headache. It was now nighttime, and I needed to check on Jim. Lost in your own thoughts, you’re completely startled when someone grabs your ankle.

“You stupid bitch.”

“Ed, let go of me, or I’ll scream!”

You didn’t notice Ed was leaning out of his tent smoking when he started walking by; his face was swollen and bruised. He scoffs, “And risk bringing every walker nearby with it?”

“I’m only going to say it one more time. Let fucking go of me, or I will scream for Shane, and he will kill you this time.”

His grip tightens on your ankle, but you pull your handgun from its holster and hit him in the face, causing blood to pool from his nose. “Carol and Sophia would be better off without you.”

You quickly turn to leave and nearly walk directly into a walker. Jumping out of the way, the walker falls to the ground directly in front of Ed. He begs for help, but you’re frozen and do nothing. Seconds later, the realization of what’s happening sinks in, and you pick up a rock and bash the walker's skull. His blood attracts the smell of more walkers, so you run from the tents back towards the RV, where everyone else would be gathered.

Your stomach drops as you hear screams.

The main part of the camp was in complete chaos; there were walkers everywhere. “Get the kids into the RV now!”

“Mom! Dad!”

You see Eliza Morales' daughter standing away from the rest of the group. You run and snatch her up just before a walker bites her. Using a wooden bat, you try to hit as many as you can; you don’t have many bullets left, and the noise is only attracting more of them.

“Get down!”

Holding Eliza, you duck down, and Rick shoots a walker with his shotgun that was coming up behind you. “Shh, shh, shh, don’t look, okay? Keep your eyes closed.”

The young girl closes her eyes as you carry her back to her parents. When you reach them, you see Andrea sobbing over Amy’s body.

#the walking dead #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x you #little dark age #twd fanfiction #Rick Grimes #rick grimes/you #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes x reader

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 6 months ago

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Things Overheard Through Motel Walls

Just a little Wincest plot bunny that hopped across my path this morning. I'm probably not going to continue this, just wanted to follow the angst for a bit and thought I'd share.

Tags: jealous Dean, bottom Sam, implied smut, angst

Words: 1514

Read it on AO3

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Chapter One

Dean clicked off the tv and tossed the remote onto the nightstand between the beds. He didn’t need to look over to know that Sam’s bed was still made, sheets still folded neatly over the blanket and pillows perfectly squared up against the headboard. He’d dropped his duffle on the floor on the other side by the little table next to the heavily curtained window, before he headed back out. All he’d said was not to wait up and then the door clicked shut and he was gone.

Dean hadn’t bothered to ask where he was going or why, Sam had grown increasingly agitated over the previous long days cooped up in the car together. His right knee bouncing, his palms wiping against the soft denim covering his upper legs, his mouth pressed into a tight, flat line as his nostrils practically flared with each breath. He’d been wound up in a way that Dean rarely got to see, getting tighter and tighter with it every day since his close brush with the faith healer’s wife and her pet reaper.

The flipping of their usual script, where normally Dean would be the one rushing out to find a way to release pent up energy, was not lost on Dean. But where Sam was buzzing apart at the seams, Dean was just tired and not done wallowing in the guilt yet. So he reached over, without looking, and flipped off the light on the nightstand and wallowed quietly to himself in the dark.

He was teetering on the edge of sleep when a door slammed closed somewhere near by. His mind quickly dismissed it, just part of the normal background of living out of motels. Even the muffled murmuring of a voice through the wall served more as a gentle lullaby than a disturbance. He drifted in and out of consciousness, like lying in the sand at the edge of a vast, calm sea as gentle waves of sleep pushed and pulled at him, sinking him lower and lower into the shifting sand.

A thump against the wall startled him out of it though and he grunted in irritation as he tried to settle back into it.

“Cheap-ass motel walls.” he muttered.

But then another thump, followed by another, and then another, hit the wall from the other side and he groaned loudly to himself, hoping that whoever was doing the fucking next door had crappy stamina.

The murmur through the wall grew louder until Dean couldn’t help but make out a clear “Fuck… yeah.”

Dean’s eyes flew open.

That was Sam.

A groan and a string of curses that faded unintelligibly followed, all distinctly Sam, followed by more murmuring.

“Get it, Sammy!” he chuckled, a grin spreading across his face as the thumps settled into a steady, driving pace, punctuating a low chorus of moans.

“Yeah? You like that? Yeah, taking it so good!”

Dean sprang up and half turned, twisted up in the sheets as he stared in shock at the dark wall between the rooms. That hadn’t been Sam. It hadn’t been Sam and it wasn’t some chick, unless Sam had suddenly developed a thing for older women who did nothing but smoke and gargle whiskey.

“Fuck!” Sam keened and it hit Dean low in the gut.

I should go. I shouldn’t be listening to this, Dean thought as he scrambled to untangle himself and get out of his bed.

“God, Sam, you’re so…” the man’s voice, the man who was apparently fucking his brother in the next room, got quiet enough that the words didn’t carry clearly, so Dean didn’t know what Sam was to him in that moment.

I can’t, I don’t need to know, Jesus Christ! The bathroom, I’ll go turn the fucking shower on until they’re done.

Dean was moving across his room when he could hear Sam talking again, he didn’t even try to make out what he said but he didn’t have to when the other guy said, “Sammy, huh? Yeah, yeah I can... Come on, Sammy! So fucking tight! You like that? Gonna come on my cock, Sammy?”

Dean froze for a moment, his hand on the bathroom door knob. He didn’t need to hear this. He shouldn’t know. But he couldn’t move.

“Oh fuck yeah! Right there! Right… Fuck!”

Dean knew, in an almost intellectual, detached sort of way, that Sam had sex, and that he’d probably masturbated in relatively close proximity to Dean at various points, after all, Dean knew that he, himself had jerked off more times than he could count while one of them was in the bathroom with the door safely closed between them. Hell, he’d rubbed one out while Sam had been asleep in the next bed on a few occasions. But the days of him not knowing what his brother sounded like when he came (loudly on some stranger’s dick) were over. And now he immediately wished that he’d shut the bathroom door faster, but it wasn’t until Sam’s moans faded out and the other guy’s got louder, that Dean was finally able to make himself move and click the door shut.

His fingers swiped up the wall quickly, he could still hear the guy, and flipped on the light switch. With the painfully bright fluorescent light came the automatic vent fan, blissfully loud and finally drowning out the sounds that Dean already knew were going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He staggered back and sat down on the side of the bathtub, burying his face in his hands as he waited to see if the pounding of his heart was enough to actually kill him.

It was nearly 9am before Sam wandered over from next door to find Dean awake and sitting hunched over Dad’s journal at the rickety table. There were two large paper cups of coffee sitting there, one by Dean’s hand, the other sitting closer to the door.

Sam nodded at the closer cup, “For me?”

Dean grunted.

“Thanks.” Sam picked it up as he sat down on the other chair and took a sip.

Dean knew it was cold, because he’d gotten it hours ago. He also knew that it tasted like shit, because he’d gotten it from the sketchy gas station next door that obviously hadn’t cleaned the pots in way too long. Sam grimaced at the taste but rather than putting it down, he just slammed the rest of it it back all at once.

Dean closed the journal and stood up.

“Grab your shit, I want to hit the road.” he said as he turned and dropped the book into his own duffle before zipping it closed with a hard jerk.

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?” Sam joked, a smile toying with the edges of his mouth.

“I just want to get out of here.” Dean bit out, the black mood he’d been sitting in all night had only darkened further in contrast to the way his brother seemed to be almost glowing.

Sam blinked at him is shock. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s… Really? What’s wrong?” Dean dropped the heavy bag back down onto the bed like he was trying to shove it through to the floor. “Um, gee, Sam, I don’t know? What could possibly be wrong? It’s not like you were getting fucked right on the other side of the wall last night or anything.”

The color drained out of Sam’s face. “You… heard that?”

“Yeah. I heard. I could hear everything.”

Sam looked up at him, Dean couldn’t quite make out the look, Sam seemed to be running through a bunch of thoughts/emotions rapidly, shock, embarrassment, indignation, even a brief flash of anger… before settling firmly into uncertain worry.

“Everything, Sa…” his stomach twisted up as the nickname stuck in his mouth. It was too much, he couldn’t. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to say it again without hearing some douchebag moaning it through the wall in his head. “… Sam.”

He snatched up his bag again and stormed out of the room. Sam was still inside when Dean slammed the Impala’s trunk shut and settled heavily in behind the steering wheel. It wasn’t until his door was closed and he was jamming the key into the ignition that Sam stalked out of the room. The passenger door creaked and banged shut, enclosing them both into the stiflingly small interior just as Dean shifted into reverse and backed out of the parking space.

“Dean, I…”

But Dean didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear Sam’s excuse or story or about his feelings or whatever fucked up thing he was going to say. He couldn’t. So he cranked the volume on the radio to a ridiculous degree to drown him out.

Sam was smart enough to drop it and instead of shouting or turning down the radio to try to get Dean to listen to him, he just sank into the passenger seat and stared out his window without saying anything else.

~~~

This was just the first chapter, the rest of fic (six chapters totaling 10,733 words) can be read on AO3.

Read the full fic on AO3

#wincest #wincest fanfic #wincest fanfiction

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pigeonwhumps · 10 months ago

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A look at what a BBU Tumblr dashboard might look like!

@bbu-on-the-side

CWs: BBU, pet whump, dehumanisation, everything that comes with that

🐢 turtleonhigh

As you start contemplating gifts for your loved ones, remember guys, a pet is for life, not just for Christmas! If you've never had a pet before, Domestics or Platonics are the best starter pets, but make sure to do your research thoroughly to keep your pet happy and healthy. Additionally, adopt, don't shop! There are so many pets desperately in need of loving homes. If you're insistent on purchasing from a supplier such as WRU rather than a shelter, choose refurbished. Give a pet the second chance they deserve!

🌟 thetruthinourstars

In Liberation this month: The shocking truth of WRU training away from prying eyes

🥸 bookworm420

https://www.liberation.com/20240423457899

(again. A year and a half after the first article and they're still having to expose it because no-one will listen...)

Oh come on, OP, everyone knows that's bullshit, spread by pet lib manipulators. Everyone: this is what bad actors look like!

🦀 just-a-crab

Sources?

#and before anyone leaps on me #i mean both of you #a reminder to always check where informations coming from

🍵 tea-and-pets

If prev was a pet, what would you give them as a little treat?

🐳 awhaleofatime

You guys are sick and perverted fuckers, I hope you know that

🌵 prickle

You're in the minority there mate

https://www.yougov.co.uk/topics/lifestyle/explore/HumanPets

🐳 awhaleofatime

🌞 sunshinestarlight

Stfu and let people have their fun, dude

#if you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all #pet love #srsly dude leave us alone #polls

🐭 mouseandsammy

Sammy just adores his new outfit! Look at him go!

🌞 sunshinestarlight

❤️

🪶 fansofafeather

Ew, why am I getting WRU adverts on my dash constantly? Do I look like someone who would buy a pet to you?

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Yes

🪶 fansofafeather

This was originally just a vent, but since you asked so nicely...

Does it help? Does it really?

Sources:

Stats show that 42% of vulnerable young people surveyed are scared of being picked up by WRU. Furthermore, spending on welfare in the UK has decreased by 26% over the past ten years, with ministers even saying that those who need help should become pets and go where they're wanted, where their "place" is. Vulnerable people need help, not encouragement to sign their lives away, and the pet industry isn't helping with that (even if you say that it isn't WRU's fault for merely existing, their adverts aren't glowing examples of a non-manipulative company).

I could go into way more detail, about the manipulation and propaganda, and what's been associated with them over the years, the politicians in their pockets holding up legislation that would hinder sign-ups, not to mention that this is actual, literal slavery, but I'll leave it here for now. If you're actually bothered you can ask, but I get the feeling you're not anyway.

How do you see your future? | YouGov

How do you feel about the alleged forced sign-ups by WRU and similar companies? | Liberation

Fact-check: Has welfare spending increased? | BBC Verify

Secretary for Work and Pensions overheard suggesting that welfare recipients "go where they're wanted" and become pets | The Guardian

WRU adverts 2000-2024 | National Archives

👯 pet-love

Callout post

Be aware. User @/sam-the-multifandom is an active member of the pet lib community, who has engaged in targeted harassment of pet owners and supporters. Evidence is in their top posts. Block and report, and spread the word to other members of the community so we can stamp out this disgusting behaviour.

👁️ eyesonthewall

Oh ffs OP. This is your evidence? Seriously? Stop lying and go back to the hole you crawled out of.

💗 nolongeracult

Proving OP's point right there. I'm former pet lib, and I can honestly say it's the most toxic community I've ever been a part of.

🍰 twopets-twocakes

Even more than the Star Wars fandom? 😝

💗 nolongeracult

YES

#pet love #their choice #petlib is toxic #love your pet #pet for life

#whump #whump writing #whump community #bbu #box boy universe #fake tumblr dash #bbu community

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HoneyBee

Chapter One: Three Wheels Not Four

‘We all have roles to play within our own worlds; whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories’ - Bumblebee (Bee)

Tossing her school bag on the couch, (Y/n) made her way to the kitchen for an afternoon snack. The teacher indeed gave them a pop quiz but she was ready for it, she passed with a nice ninety five. She grabbed the bag of ranch Doritos from the bowl, before grabbing water from the fridge.

“(Y/n)? Is that you sweetheart?,” Nana emerged from the hallway, watching her granddaughter popping a couple of chips in her mouth. “I thought you’d be helping Sammy with cleaning his car today?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to come home and spend time with you ,” Both women walked to the living room, the news playing on the tv in the background, “besides, Sam has Miles. He doesn’t need me.”

Nana cocked a brow at her harsh tone when talking about Sam. Ever since yesterday she couldn’t help but feel jealous as he excitedly drove her home in the new vehicle. She wondered what it would’ve felt like to drive that car home herself. The insignia on the wheel reminded her so much of her grandfather and she pretty much gave it away without a fight.

“Is this about the car?” Her grandmother asked. (Y/n) grumbled in confirmation, crossing her legs on the floor before opening the edited page of her storybook she was writing.

“I had the money, it should’ve picked me.”

“Should've picked you? Are you saying the car chose Samuel?”

(Y/n) hummed with her mouth full.

Nana sighed, walking over to the couch and sitting right next to her.

“Did he know you wanted the car?” She looked at her grandmother before swallowing.

“No, because if I did he would’ve let me have it.”

“How much was it?”

“It was five grand at first, but after a high pitched noise rang out from the car all the other cars windows busted open-,” She chuckled at the memory remembering Bobby’s face, “then it was lowered back down to four grand. The car chose Sam, Nana. It didn’t matter if it had that damn insignia from Pops stories-“

“Insignia?! Which one?!”

(Y/n) looked over at the elder, the woman’s face was horrified at the mention of the symbol they’d seen so many times before. To attempt to calm her she spoke quickly.

“The good one, Nana. Not the evil one I promise-“

“Did it say anything?!”

“Say anything?!,” (Y/n) laughed a bit, Nana didn’t smile, “It’s a car! It can’t speak, let alone communicate-“

“(Y/n),” the teen stopped at the tone, looking at her grandmother as the smile faded, “this is serious-I told him we needed to tell you sooner-!”

They’re conversation cut off with bubbly ringtone from (Y/n)’s phone, Destiny Childs voices rang out as she fumbled towards the kitchen and rummaged through the bag. Looking at the caller id she grimaced before answering.

‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear’

“What is it Sam?”

“H-hey! Uh, I know you said you wanted to relax today, but there’s this party at the lake-“

“No-“

“I-I didn’t even get to finish!” Sam was frantic at her tone, usually when she spoke to him like that it meant she was upset. He noticed she seemed a bit off today, but he didn't know what could’ve pissed her off. “Listen-please-I don’t want to be alone with Miles while there, a-and I need your support.”

“Sam, you know how I feel about parties. Besides it won’t be that bad it’s not like they can kick you out, you don’t need me-“

The phone was abruptly snatched from her hand, (Y/n) stared at her grandmother in shock as she started to talk to Sam in her stead. Her mouth was agape, a finger was held up in her face as she tried to get near.

“Hello Sammy! How was your day at school today?,” Nanas tone was sweet, no malice or mischief underlying her words, “That’s great dear-I overheard about a party? Oh! By the lake, how many people will be there?”

‘Is she serious?! I said no!’

“Nana no-“ She was cut off with her hand being hit as she reached for the phone. It stung a bit, but not in comparison as the searing hot embarrassment that flooded her face.

“That’s good, I'll have (Y/n) ready in a few minutes. Make sure you bring her home no later than ten, okay? And make sure she socializes,” Nana sent a smile at her granddaughter, eyes challenging her, “Buh Bye now!,”

The two women looked at eachother, (Y/n) glared.

“I’m not going.”

~✯~

(Y/n) couldn’t believe she was sitting in the backseat. If anything she should be sitting shotgun instead of Miles, but when she came out from Sam honking the horn , the bastard pointed to the back while her friend sent an apologetic smile.

‘I didn’t even want to come, but that old woman threatened to take away my laptop!’

The car ride was smooth with a few bumps here and there as they headed towards the lake. To be honest, she loved coming to this lake for the food trucks, and when it had nice weather it was a good time to write underneath a tree. Not to mention people seemed more friendly when she went there, that thought was erased quickly when she reminded herself that there was a party.

“Are you sure we’re invited to this party ?” Miles spoke over the radio.

(Y/n) had requested the channel, and out of spite he tried to turn it to a different one. Key word tried, the radio glitched out and put on the channel she requested to her utmost pleasure. She rubbed the car seat out of thanks, and it almost felt like her gratitude was recognized.

“It’s a lake, it’s public property”

“Trent and his lackeys are going to be there,” She interjected.

They pulled through the park's entrance. It was busy; people were throwing frisbees, others enjoying some food, and some just enjoyed the music dancing. She looked around, spotting the food trucks on the other side of the lake.

“They’ll force us to leave if he spots us.”

“He’ll force us to leave, not you.” Sam countered.

(Y/n) frowned, “What?”

Sam parked the car with a rolling stop before looking back at her, “Don't do that. Look, everyone saw how he was looking at you in class yesterday. If anyone has a chance of staying, it’s you.”

Miles nodded his head in agreement, “Which is weird because I didn’t know he liked black-“A smack to the head from Sam cut him off. Her friend sent him a warning glare to say it again.

(Y/n) ignored Miles and stared at Sam shocked, “So this is why you invited me?! Because I’m bait for you guys to stay!,” She placed her hand on the car door and pulled, unfortunately Sam locked it. “Let me out Sam-“

“I’m sorry-this was my one chance! H-here how much do you want?,” Sam dove for his wallet, pulling out a nice twenty, “I know how much you like food trucks-j-just please don’t leave.”

“I think we can get chicks without her,” Miles said.

“Oh please, knowing the both of you, they’d run away after a few words of interaction with you,” (Y/n) cocked a brow at Miles, “Especially you-“

“Guys! Look, let’s get out and have fun alright?”

“Fine,” Both of the teens murmured.

All three of them got out, (Y/n) placing a soft pat on the roof as she parted with the vehicle. She looked around at the large amount of trucks around the lake, they were cool but she preferred lower cars to chill out in. Miles started to make his way towards a tree much to Sam's dismay. She pocketed the twenty and looked around seeing four food trucks in the distance to choose from.

Upon spotting the three, and Miles' dumbass actions, Trent and his posse started making their way towards the vehicle.

“Hey bro! You got a car? It’s nice!,” Trent spoke casually, Mikaela had herself wrapped around his torso, looking in (Y/n)’s direction. She brushed it off, seeing it as an alpha female ordeal.

“Hey!”

“So what are you guys doing here?,”

“Here to climb this tree.”

(Y/n) cringed, even she could’ve come up with a better excuse than that.

“So I see,” he turned to (Y/n), “I never took you as a tree hugger?”

“I’m not, I came for the food,” She gestured over to the food trucks, “they’re really good”

Trent nodded, “So I’ve heard. You know-I thought I recognized you-,” he turned back to Sam, “You tried out for the football team last year, right?”

(Y/n) tried not to smirk at the memory, she remembered how Sam didn’t get back up after he was tackled. In his mothers steed she helped him back home along with Nana, in efforts to cheer him up they took him out to eat. She remembered how upset he was as both of them laid down on her grandmother's couch, his head on her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair. She let him vent to his heart's content, it hurt seeing him so distraught but after giving him the advice of him not needing to be on the team to find ‘the one’ he was in high spirits once more.

“Oh no no-oh that no! That wasn’t like a real tryout. I was researching a book I was writing.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What's it about? Sucking at sports?”

Sam laughed, “No it’s about the link between brain damage and football.” (Y/n)’s jaw dropped with a smile.

“No no it’s a good book! Your friends will love it-it’s got mazes in it and you know little coloring areas-sections-pop up pictures- a lot of fun!”

‘He murdered him! I’ve never been so proud!’

“That’s funny,” Trent started towards him.

“Okay, okay! Stop,” Mikaela got in between the two of them. She looked back at (Y/n) with a smile. “I love your top (Y/n)! I’m used to you wearing graphic tees!”

She understood the girl's shock, after all the outfit she was wearing was due to her Nana. Her shorts were black short jeans with rhinestones along the pocket, with a nice crop baby phat white tank. Sam even looked at her longer when she walked towards the car when he first picked her up, why she didn’t understand.

“Well-uh, I wanted to try something new,” (Y/n)'s smile was awkward as she quickly became flustered under Mikaela's stare. “It was sitting in my closet for a long time-“

“You should wear them more often! It really suits your figure, along with the style you chose for your hair,” Trent stared at the two girls with a smirk before turning his head back to his lackeys. “Are you planning on staying?”

“Actually,” Trent cut in on their conversation, well if you could even call it that, based on how much Mikaela spoke compared to her, “There’s another party I know that we could go to. (Y/n) is more than welcome to tag along.”

Sam looked towards his friend in shock, he knew she wouldn’t be in trouble but he hadn’t expected her to be invited to hang out with them. She looked back towards him and shrugged in confusion.

‘I dunno don’t look at me!’

“Nah, I’m good. I’d rather stay with the food trucks-“

“You serious? And stay with those two?”

“‘Those two’ are my friends,” (Y/n) glanced at the two of them at her right, “Sam especially, I’m not leaving without him.”

Trent scoffed, “Suit yourself,” he turned and headed towards his truck with Mikaela in tow. The girl looked back at her, a sad frown on her face as if she was apologizing.

“Well, that was a dumpster fire” She turned to Sam. “I’m going to those food trucks, I shouldn't be long.”

Before Sam could respond she was already on her way, the delicious aroma of options wafted in the air before she even made it to her destination. Once the trucks were in view, she almost wanted to spend her whole allowance from this week on one specific one, ‘Honey’s Waffles’. The waffle truck had many options, the most popular was the waffle and chicken bites coated in honey and the sundae with the customers choice of toppings.

Two people were currently in line whereas the crowd were either enjoying the food or waiting for their order. It wasn’t long before it was her turn, the order was quite simple; She’d have the sundae right now then the waffle bites back at home for dinner. The price wasn’t bad, in fact she had five fifty left, once she headed back to a nearby treat to wait.

It felt like an hour before they called her number, her steps here happy and quick. She grabbed the paper bag and plate in thanks, she quickly turned only to smack face first in someone’s chest. Panicking, she looked down to see her sundae smashed into the boy's stomach, she quickly sat the paper bag down and grabbed napkins from the truck's table.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!,” (Y/n) rubbed the stranger's chest in embarrassment trying to get the ice cream off. “I’m sorry about your shirt! I think it’s pretty much done for since it’s white-b-but if you want I could get you another-,”

Soft hands stopped hers abruptly, she finally looked up to the strangers face and boy did she wanna melt. His eyes were a sharp blue, with dirty blonde framing his face nicely. His skin was barely tanned, a pinkish hue on his cheeks. He was smiling playfully, not a hint of agitation in sight.

“Hey, let’s calm down now, it’s an accident-no harm done,” He guided her hands away inspecting the damped shirt, most of the toppings were smeared on it but other than that the ice cream was gone, “I’ll just replace it. It was pretty old anyway.”

(Y/n) felt horrible, she’d always find a way to be clumsy at the worst possible time.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” She wanted to make amends with the boy, she felt a pull each time he looked up at her after looking at the shirt.

The boy hummed, before looking at the truck. “I heard a lot of people talking about this ‘sundae’ from here, although this wasn’t my idea of trying it,” he laughed a bit before stopping seeing the girl's anxious state.

He gave her a kind smile, “How about we share one?”

(Y/n) blinked, “Share?”

“Yeah! We can order another and enjoy it and make up for the one lost.”

She pressed her lips together before nodding, it wouldn’t hurt to share the treat with someone. Afterall she did ruin his clothing by accident. It wasn’t long for the food truck to whip up another sundae handing it off to the two of them. The boy gestured over to the grass area underneath the trees to eat.

They both sat comfortably in silence as they shared the sweet treat, each time their hands brushed a shot of electricity through the girl. It left so nice, and euphoric that she was almost scared. The only boy she’d been this close too with sharing something was Sam, and everything they did was platonic. She’ll admit, in the past she tried to make moves on Sam, but the boy was so dense about her crush that each time he mentioned another girl a part of her died.

“Do you come here often?”

(Y/n) snapped out of the memory at the abrupt question, “Oh-uh- I used to with my grandfather. We’d sit over there in the clearing and write stories or focus on my homework.” She gestured over to the clean grass area with picnic blankets and lawn chairs.

The boy hummed, “I can see why it would be a good spot,” He took another bite of the waffle, the caramel topping glazing his pink lips. “It has enough shade so no one will get overheated.”

“You said you write stories? What kind?”

The girl finished her bite of the treat before answering, “Depends on my mood, I have three in horror, seven in medieval, nine in romance-,”

“Nine in romance-?,”

“A girl has her needs-,” She was quick to defend before continuing “eighteen in sci-fi-most of them got scrapped-and at least a hundred in robotics that have been passed down in my family.”

A smile made way on (Y/n)s lips as she remembered the large thick red book at home that she has yet to fill, “Soon I’ll add fifty or more to my family's tradition.”

The boy cocked his head in interest, “Your family has a tradition to share stories of robots?” She looked at him and couldn’t help the frown on her face as she assumed the worst.

“Now don’t start thinking I’m weird-“

“No-no! Never! I was just asking because it sounded really cool, do you have any with you at the moment to share?”

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head, “No, they're all at my Nana's house. I don't take those books with me unless I know they'll be protected. They are old after all,” She turned her head towards him, “Why?”

He licked his lip, blue eyes darting over her face in growing anxiety, “Y-your voice is really nice,” He stiffened before shaking his head, “I-I meant to say, I think you'd be good at reading to others,”

The girl huffed a soft pout in remembrance of her grandfather's words. (Y/n) was used to compliments on her voice while reading, however not many people made her feel the way she felt at the moment with the compliment. She noticed how she placed others in a trance while reading, the emotions flowed naturally as the scene unfolded before them in a variety of colors. She wondered sometimes if others could see it too, the characters moving behind them, the tears of victory and frustration unraveling with each line that left from her lips.

“I've heard that many times,” She smiled softly, looking at the leftover sweet treat, the icecream on the wrapper dripped onto the grass. “I'd much rather be living the life of a character, to help fight, or to simply show that simple act of bravery.”

A comfortable moment of silence passed between the two. Two minutes passed before the handsome boy spoke again.

“But you already are,”(Y/n) shifted her focus back to him in shock, the words rolled off his tongue confidently as he stared at her. “We focus so much on what we could’ve been and what we could be instead of what we already are. We all have roles to play within our own worlds whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories.”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment as the words settled in the air, (Y/n) seemed to get lost in the blue eyes as well as the boy's expression of such security. She felt safe and warm. Oddly enough, she never wanted to leave from the spot she sat with him. He was so sweet and quiet yet she didn't even know his name.

(Y/n) was quick to gain confidence by asking, she wanted to see him again. Once again, her chance to get what she wanted was blown away as a horn went off near where the two sat. The boy seemed to flinch with the aggression behind the horn, she mentally apologized.

She looked behind her and found Sam staring right at her with a surprise sitting in the passenger seat. Mikaela stared at her with an awkward smile she could muster, and in courtesy she did to, in order not to be rude. Although behind the face of kindness she was practically steaming in anger, she really couldn’t catch a break with Sam lately.

“(Y/N)! We have to go!,” Same eyed the stranger as he addressed her, something flashed behind his eyes that she couldn’t quite catch. Whether it was hurt or something else she didn't know, but she didn't care at the moment, she wanted to get the boy's name and number.

“I-Im sorry,” She whipped her head towards the boys disappointed expression, “ I see your friend needs you-”

“No-NO! He can wait, that's how he is sometimes, quite impatient,” The both of them stood up, throwing the wrappers of the waffle sundae away and the boy handing over the paper bag to her, “Um-I realized I never got your name.”

Blue eyes meet hers with an awkward smile , “The names bum-BEE! My name is Bee,” He was quick to correct himself.

(Y/n) laughed at his awkwardness, before giving a kind smile, “It's nice to meet you Bee. As you heard from my friend-unfortunately-my name is (Y/n).”

His posture relaxed, “That's a beautiful name-”

The horn blared again, this time drawing more attention over to the two and the black and yellow car. Bee looked irritated for a moment, casting a side glance towards Sam who spoke to the girl in the passenger's seat shaking his head.

‘I'm going to kill him’

“I hope to see you around sometime! There's a library that my family owns five blocks from here! I work Monday, Wednesday and Friday!,” (Y/n) informed, walking back towards the car.

The boy nodded, his eyes and smile never leaving as he looked at her, “Got it! Monday, Wednesday and friday. Five blocks.” He recited.

The girl nodded and with that she waved goodbye getting into the back seat of the vehicle. Unbeknownst to her the boy's smile dropped sadly, kicking a rock around at the ruined moment the two had. His mission was to protect her-to protect her and Sam-not look at her in that light. With a sigh, he went behind the tree the two of them were before and let his form fade out with a deep breath.

Once the girl was in the car, both friends glared at each other as if each one of them had committed a sin. Mikaela saw the situation and wondered how long the two of them would keep communicating with those expressions. She had never seen (Y/n) look so upset as she did now, the girl had her arms crossed defensively, eyes daring for Sam to choose his words wisely.

Sam gave up and faced towards the road, with a sigh he drove out of the park. The tension eventually eased a bit after the girl in the back physically relaxed showing she wasn’t as heated as before, causing the boy to do the same. The driver took this as a chance to speak to Mikaela who-stubbly-was gazing at the girl in the backseat through the side mirror.

“So-uh-,”

“I can’t believe that I'm here right now.” The brunette spoke.

Sam and (Y/n) both looked at eachother, one feeling quite awkward while the other was irritated.

“Y-you can duck down if you want,” Sam spoke nervously, “It won't hurt our feelings,”

“Oh! No! I didn't mean about you-either of you. I just meant like-this situation-the same situation that I'm always in. Cuz-I dunno-I have a weakness perhaps for guys-with tight abs, a-and really big arms.”

The girl in the back cocked a brow at the specific detail of what the female liked. It was no secret Mikaela was known for dating jocks, but (Y/n) preferred the ones slightly fit and smart. Sam looked down at his arms for a minute and she tried her best not to warn the girl in the front to save herself from the awkward situation that was about to transpire.

“Big arms?,” He looked around the car for a moment, “Well-uh-I put a couple new additions to the car. L-like I just put in that light there-and that disco ball-so the light reflects off the disco ball.” Sam flexed his arm pointing to the front and back seat.

“Huh,”

(Y/n) let out a snicker at his helplessness trying to impress Mikaela. Sam glared at her in the rearview shutting her up. The car was quiet once more until the brunette spoke.

“A-are you new to school this year? Is this your first year?,”

“O-oh no, no. We've been in the same school since first grade,”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, a long time. Me and (Y/n) practically were inseparable then,” Sam’s voice softened towards the end as he said her name, Mikaela didn't notice.

“Do we have any classes together?”

“Yeah, Yeah-”

“History, Language Arts, Math, Science-,”

“Sam-Sam Wilkiky.” Mikaeal tried.

“It's Witwicky,” (Y/n) corrected from the back. The girl in the front seemed to get flustered from her correction of her friends name. She wasn’t trying to intervene but she was frankly tired of her showing she never knew he existed.

“Y-you know-Im so sorry-I just didn't recognize you,” Mikaela expressed

“W-well-that's understandable-,”

The car suddenly started to sputter, drawing (Y/n) to lean to the front-ignoring the gaze placed on her from the passenger's seat. All of a sudden the radio switched around, turning on a song she was all too familiar with. Cringing, she watched as Sam pulled up to a cliffside as the love song sounded through the speakers.

‘When i get that feelin-’’

“This radio is like-”

“The radio has been messing up since he got it,” (Y/n) cut Sam off saving him the embarrassment, she turned to Mikaela putting up her hair as the car rolled to a stop. Sam was trying to push her gently in the backseat as he tried to explain further it wasn’t him doing it. She sighed noticing the girls apprehensive expression, “I know that you think Sam is trying something on you but trust me this fool is incapable of pulling it off,”

“No of course not-I trust your judgment,” She seemed to be staring at her intently, eyes scanning about her face as if reading it. The two women stare at each other for a moment as Sam babbles behind (Y/n) alluding to how the scenario isn't romantic and that's not what friends do.

Mikaela broke eye contact and sighed, “Just pop the hood,” she got out while Sam did the same. He sent (Y/n) a pleading look before closing the driver's door.

The girl sighed in frustration and crawled over the arms rest to sit in the driver's seat. It bothered (Y/n) to no end that Mikaela just had to tag along with no explanation, and not only that they got all this time together but when she met that boy she only had a few minutes with him. She snuggled into the driver's seat and stroked the insignia, a frown placed on her lips as she overheard Sam question Mikaela a bit.

“It's not fair,” The words slipped from her lips in a petty tone, it was unnatural-she didn't understand why she was feeling so deep about the situation. “You should’ve been my car-I should’ve been able to talk to him, everything I want gets taken away from me.”

The bitterness simmered and soon turned grim as she looked through the front windshield watching Sam practically drool over the brunette's slim stomach. She looked down and examined herself, feeling around in her tight curly locs in comparison to Mikaela's hair that Sam's hesitant hands could easily glide through when drawing her closer. Her stomach twisted as she imagined her friend kissing the girl currently working on the car, everything was so bittersweet and cruel.

‘What makes me so undesirable compared to her?’

She looked away from the unfolding sight, with a sigh she decided to get back in the backseat. She messed with the paper bag a bit, placing her hand on the bottom. The food was surprisingly still warm. Leaning back in the backseat she allowed herself to relax, closing her eyes from the long day of events.

(Y/n) felt her body drift within the dark abyss of her mind , the seat was gone in place was her room-bears littered the floor, bed a mess with blankets scattered. She was staring out the window, her arms were chilly and bare in comparison to the lace underwear that covered her bottom. It was an odd feeling, her back increased in warmth, a soft breath near her ear as an utterance of a few words flipped her stomach and mood.

‘Well see eachother again soon sweet spark.’

She could feel it, soft broad scared hands brushed over her arms-hesitant-in comfort of showing she wasn’t alone. She wanted to be enveloped in that sweet must of honey that wafted over her senses. The afro haired girl could still picture the stranger behind her based on ara, the brush of the lips were enough to send her into orbit.

‘Your out of your mind if you think your undesirable’

Gazing into the window's reflection she could barely make him out, but one thing stood out the most was the sharp blue eyes staring back at her. The lips traveled down to her neck, a soft kiss being placed bringing her back to reality.

(Y/n ) whirled around in her seat finding no one in sight, her heart hammered in her chest as a cruel warmth developed down below. The sinful thoughts rushed through her mind as her imagination ran wild from the scene that happened a second ago.

“What was-”

‘What the hell was that?’

The ‘dream’ or whatever it was was cut short after she felt the lips connect with her neck. It felt too real, the hands were still tingling on her skin.

(Y/n) snapped out of her trance as Sam got back in the car trying to start it up once more. Gaining her bearings she turned back into their conversation.

“Y-you know, I was thinking. If Trent's such a jerk why do you hang out with him?” He started up a few times in vain, enough time for Mikaela to shake her head and start to walk away.

“You know what, I think I'll just walk. I hope you guys fix the car.” She grabbed her bag out of the backseat sending (Y/n) an apologetic smile before leaving.

“And there she goes.”

“Bye-walkings healthy right?,” Her friend got in the driver's seat, his movements were frantic as he panicked, “No no no no no-come on please! Please, you gotta work for me now.”

(Y/n)’s heart twisted, with a soft plea she uttered “please, help him”

The car started up, ‘Baby come back’ by Player blasted through the speakers causing (Y/n) to let out a burst of laughter as Sam slammed the hood down. He quickly got back in and made a u-turn to drive back up to Mikaela.

“Hey!Hey-wait a second,”

The girl laughed, staring at Sam with a playful look. The infatuation was there, Sam might have not been able to see it yet but it was there. She was into him. (Y/n) couldn’t believe he did it, the moment she got back into the car all smiles and buckled into the seat she knew it was over.

Sam Witwicky will never fall in love with her.

And at that moment when the two in front smiled at each other as if it was fate, she soon learned it was never meant to be anyway. A small smile graced her lips. It was a bit sad, however she remembered the illusion from earlier when the hands resembled the boys from the park. She didn't know if it was her intuition going off like crazy but what she did know was, she'd see that boy again soon.

The drive to Mikaela's home wasn’t awkward, in fact it was quite comfortable, the girls talked here and there about college as Sam drove, the night was pretty in comparison to the city lights shown as they drove on the dark streets.

“I have a question (Y/n)?” Mikaela started, her smile was warm in her direction.

“Shoot,”

“About that boy from earlier, did you get his number? I've never seen you pay anyone any mind but-the interaction between the two of you seemed different,”

“Different? Different how?” (Y/n) questioned

“I dunno-like you two were meant to meet-just under different circumstances,” The brunette noticed the girl crossing her legs in thought, she seemed to be flustered remembering the interaction. “I bet you two would’ve talked longer if Mr. Impatient did not intervene-”

“He was a stranger-”

“Strangers make up for the best love stories,” Mikaela smiled.

Sam shook his head, he clearly disagreed with entertaining the idea that the stranger was meant for (Y/n). He frankly didn't see the girl with anyone anytime soon and he didn't know if he was ready to do so. Sure it might have seemed selfish to want her for himself but he couldn't help but imagine the scenario over and over of her bringing a guy up to him in introduction. Call it older brother instinct or something a bit more personal.

The car was silent as they rolled to a stop in front of Mikaela's house.

Sam cleared his throat, “There it is,”

The brunette smiled, “I had fun-um-so also thanks for listening. Both of you are pretty cool,”

“Uh well-yeah, yeah,”

“He means, your welcome. Anytime,” (Y/n) spoke kindly.

A moment of silence was interrupted by Mikaela's worries, “You-You guys think I'm shallow? Huh?,”

“Huh? No no-,”

“At first, yeah-,”

“(Y/n)-!”

“But you proved me wrong. Sam never thought of you that way though. He always spoke highly of you.”

Mikaela turned to Sam, “Yeah?”

“Yeah-I think-um-there's more than meets the eye with you.”

The girl smiled, clearly pleased with Sams-awkward-yet sweet declaration of his viewpoint, “I’ll-uh-see you guys in school. Last few days will be busy but-I hope to hang out some more.”

“Alright.”

With that the girl left, the two friends watched as she made it in safely before (Y/n) hopped in the passenger seat. She looked at Sam's happy expression with a cocked eyebrow, he looked as if he won a lottery.

“Oh god, I love my car.”

‘For all the wrong reasons’

#bumblebee x reader #bumblebee x black reader #transformers x reader #transformers #honeybee #sam witwicky #mikaela banes #optimus prime #ratchet #ironhide #transformers bayverse #Spotify

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Life after the Ghostface killings in New York City was somewhat peaceful. As peaceful as it could be with the entire internet hounding you that you were going to end up becoming a serial killer like your dad.

If Sam had it her way, she would ban the internet. Because, honestly? Most of them were a bunch of incels (whatever that even meant. Sam overheard Mindy saying Richie was an incel and assumed it to mean a shitty person - which, true) who needed a positive social life.

And incels were why Sam usually stayed inside nowadays, because she didn't want to deal with shitty people trying to kill her. Again. For the third time.

Literally isolating herself led to the worst possible outcome.

For Tara.

"Um, Sam?"

Sam didn't bother putting the impact driver in her hand down. She whipped around and grinned at her bemused and annoyed sister coming into the living room.

Tara eyed the power tool in Sam's hand, the few screws poking out of her teeth, and the halfway-put-together hammock limp on the floor.

"Is there a reason why you're drilling holes in the wall?" Tara deadpanned, pulling her arms tight across her chest.

Sam looked down at the hammock as if it was obvious. It was kind of obvious. No, it was really obvious. The hammock was still half drilled into the wall and patiently waiting to be stuck across the room to stretch out. She opened her mouth to let the screws fall into her palm.

"I'm hanging a hammock."

"Why?"

"Because?"

"At 2 in the morning?" Sam went to open her mouth to defend herself, but Tara quickly narrowed her eyes and spoke up again. "When I have a final worth 40% of my grade at 9 in the morning?"

Sam slowly closed her jaw.

Tara held her angry glare for exactly 10 seconds before her shoulders dropped as she sighed. She trudged to the chair and curled up in it, patiently watching Sam watching her. Sam perked up at the silent "go on" from her sister.

"It was supposed to be a surprise for you," Sam admitted. She began to stretch the hammock to the other wall and used her stud finder on the wall. She sighed. "I guess I lost track of time."

Tara raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you haven't eaten all day?"

Sam laughed at that, nearly slipping and drilling her hand to the wall. Tara jolted at that but calmed down once Sam continued to laugh.

"That's my line, Tara." Sam tugged on the newly drilled hammock and sighed once she was satisfied it wasn't coming down. "Do you like it?"

"I think I'd like it even more if I didn't have to wake up during the installation."

Ok. Fine. Whatever.

Sam dramatically rolled her eyes and discarded the impact driver and stud finder on the half of the couch the hammock didn't cover. She flopped onto the hammock with a groan, hands behind her head.

"I'll just use it then," Sam teased with her eyes closed, "since someone doesn't appreciate honest work."

She could feel the side eye Tara was giving her, and she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked.

Did Tara really not like the gift? Was it over the top? Did it remind Tara too much of... before?

Before Sam could mentally degrade herself about how she should've known better than to burden Tara with this gift, the hammock rocked.

Sam snapped her eyes open at the tipping of the hammock and immediately threw her foot down to the floor for stability. Tara, from Sam's sudden movement, fell the rest of the way into the hammock.

Tara wriggled around, trying to get comfortable, and Sam laid as still as she could. As soon as Tara relaxed, almost completely on top of her older sister, Sam wrapped her arms around Tara and squeezed.

"Gotcha!" Sam said with a kiss to the crown of her head.

Tara grumbled, exhausted.

It was quiet after that. Sam rubbed soothing circles into Tara's back and hummed whatever song came to mind.

"Sammy?" Tara's tired voice slurred into Sam's shoulder. Sam hummed. "I love it; thank you so, so much. I feel like a kid again."

Sam swallowed. Wow. No one had ever really shown appreciation for the things she gave them. To hear how much Tara loved it made Sam love the gift too.

"It's nothing," Sam tried to downplay how happy she was, but the pitch in her voice gave it away.

Tara nuzzled deeper into her sister's bodywarmth, and Sam reached out to snag the wooly blanket from the couch beneath the hammock and toss it over them. Humming, Tara fully relaxed.

"Dos oruguitas," Sam softly sang, tucking Tara's hair behind her ear, "enamoradas.¹"

"Pasan sus noches," Tara mumbled, not even bothering to try and sing right now, "y madrugadas.²"

Sam snorted. Her foot began to lightly kick against the ground to sway the hammock.

The whir of the heater drowned out the honking outside of people rushing to get home and out of the way of the incoming snow storm.

Tara's shoulders hitched, drawing Sam's attention to them. Her eyes went wide when warm tears began to soak her shirt collar.

"Tara? Mi mariposa, ¿qué ocurre?" Sam lifted the two of them up enough so she could wipe away the tears flowing down Tara's cheeks. Each tear was a punch to the gut, and Sam wanted nothing more than to lightly assault whatever made Tara cry. "¿Estás bien?³"

Tara shook her head. "No es nada.⁴ I was thinking about our backyard. We used to do this all the time." She laughed wetly, full of tears. "I didn't know how much I missed it until now."

So... Sam needed to lightly assault herself. Got it.

At least she could make up for all of those afternoon naps in their backyard hammock she missed now.

"Me too," Sam agreed with a smile. She cupped Tara's face and kissed her forehead, and Tara sank into the action with a tired sigh. "Now -" Sam pulled back with a mock stern glare -"you're going back to sleep. You have your final in the morning. Why are you even awake right now?"

"What? You're the one that -"

"Shh, less talking more sleeping."

Tara huffed, but it sounded suspiciously like muffled laughter.

Sam pulled Tara back down and continued to rub her back and push her foot to move the hammock. The soothing motions combined with Sam's warmth lulled Tara into an easy sleep.

But Sam never stopped rocking her foot. She pulled the blanket higher over both of them before hugging her sister.

With Tara now sleeping, Sam silently dissolved into a mess of tears. She was glad Tara wasn't seeing this moment of weakness from her. What would she think of Sam if she knew Sam cried so easily over her?

"Te amo, Tara," she said as she gathered Tara as close as she could, until the world shifted and the puzzle completed. She was whole again. "Te amo mucho, mi corazón.⁵"

Sam closed her eyes and fell asleep with her entire world in her arms.

— ● — ○ — ● — ○ —

1: Two little caterpillars in love

2: They spend their nights and early mornings

3: My butterfly, what's going on? Are you ok?

4: It's nothing.

5: I love you, Tara. I love you so much, my heart.

#I haven't written in a while so bear with me 😭#Sam is such a dad #Sam getting out her toolbox: I have the tools for success #Tara: *side eyes her*#I have so many headcanons of these two that will probably never leave my head #I love them so much #Anyway #Tara was wearing a Freddy Fazbear onesie to bed in this I don't make the rules I just enforce them #Sam was wearing a Bonnie onesie /j #Now I'm thinking about a FNAF au 🙄#In the morning:#Tara ended up missing her exam and Sam was freaking out about it #Then Sam's stomach growling reminded Tara of how Sam didn't eat at all yesterday #So they had breakfast together ❤#Chad and Mindy crashed the breakfast party for free food #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream 2022 #scream vi #scream #I wrote this while having 4% battery on my phone also so I was doing a rush lol #my writing #This was originally angsty as hell but I'll write that another time #They're both crybabies but Tara's the one that cries in public while Sam breaks down when Tara isn't around

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