#god dammit samuel stop

[winchesterwild78]

Hunters and Secrets pt 2

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (dating), Sam Winchester x Reader (friends), Eileen

Warnings: angst, fluff, SMUT

A/N: Had to get out of my head today, so I wrote the 2nd part. The 3rd part is coming soon too. Things are just so crazy right now in my head, I needed to write. I truly appreciate all of your love and support with my writing. 

This is a short series I’m working on. Does not follow the Supernatural storyline. Inner dialogue in italics. This is a work of fiction, not a reflection of real life. No disrespect to anyone. 

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

Weeks had passed since the vampire hunt with the boys. The three of you were taking a much needed break in the bunker. You and Dean had noticed Sam was leaving the bunker more and would come back at odd hours of the night. 

“I think he’s seeing someone, Dean. I bet it’s Eileen.” You snickered while laying in his arms. “Well, good for him. She’s nice and can keep Sam in line. He deserves what we have.” He pulled you close. “I agree, but please don’t play big brother and interrogate him.” “What?! Me, never.” Dean chuckled. 

It was about 2 am when you crawled out of bed and went to get some water. You heard the bunker door open as softly as it could and soft footsteps come down the staircase. You stepped into the war room and waited. 

“Samuel Winchester, you’re home after curfew.” You laughed as you turned on the light. Sam jumped, “Ha ha, very funny. You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.” You laughed, “Sorry Sammy, but what’s got you sneaking in here at 2 in the morning?” You inquired. “I’m not sneaking.” He responded defensively. 

You smiled at him “Sam, whoever she is, I’m happy for you, we’re happy for you. You of all people deserve to be happy.” You hugged him. “Yeah, thanks Y/N. I appreciate it. We’ve been seeing each other for over a year now. Honestly, I’m in love with her.”

“Wow, Sam, that’s great. How does she feel about you?” You felt a pang of sadness and jealousy in your heart. Sam could say “I love you”, why couldn’t Dean? “Well, she loves me too. We both said it tonight. It took us completely by surprise. We had just…um..well, you know.” You nodded in understanding. “She was laying in my arms and I said it, then she said it. It was perfect.” 

“Oh, Sam. I’m happy for you. Now, who is it?!” You asked enthusiastically. “Um, well it’s Eileen.” “Ha! I knew it. I told Dean it was.” “What!? How did you know?” “Sam, we’ve practically grown up together, I know when you’ve got feelings for someone. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me.” You smiled, hugged him and walked back to your shared room with Dean after saying good night.

When you walked back into the room and saw your boyfriend sleeping peacefully on the bed. A pang of sadness filled you when you thought about Sam and Eileen confessing their love for each other. You knew Dean loved you, you just wished once you could hear him say it. 

Crawling back in the bed, you laid on your side with your back to him. Silent tears fell from your eyes and started to soak your pillow. Dammit, get yourself together, Y/N! He loves you, deeply and truly. You don’t need him to say it. He shows you he does every day. Of course, hearing it would just mean so much to you. Even if he said it once. To hear him utter those three words. 

You continued crying softly while arguing with yourself about the need to hear him say “I love you”. Eventually you stopped and fell back asleep. 

Dean woke up earlier than you. He looked over at you sleeping beside him. Your face was etched with pain. A sliver of light danced across your face and he saw dried tears on your cheeks. His heart filled with sorrow. Why didn’t I hear her crying, and why was she crying? God I hate seeing her like this.

Dean slowly pulled himself out of bed, trying not to disturb you. You shifted in your sleep, gave a soft, sad, moan and rolled over. Dean stood there staring at you for a few minutes, then left the room. 

His bare feet padded down the hallway, towards the kitchen. Sam was sitting at the table drinking coffee. “Hey ya, Sammy. What time did you get in last night?” Sam looked up from his coffee and said “About 2, did Y/N not tell you?” “She’s still sleeping, did she get up when you got home?” “Yeah, she scared the shit out of me when I came in. I wasn’t expecting her to be standing there.” Dean chuckled, “Yeah, no, she must have been planning to tell me she saw you when she got up. Hey, Sam, did she say anything to you? Like anything that’s bothering her? I noticed this morning she’d been crying.” Dean asked with concern in his voice.

Sam stood there thinking about your conversation, reality hitting him like a ton of bricks. “No, we chatted for a second and then she went to bed. She didn’t say anything or give me any indication something was wrong.” Sam knew. Of course he knew what was wrong. He told you that he and Eileen said “I love you” and he knew his brother had never said it to you. You acted like it didn’t bother you, but he knew deep down it hurt you. Everyone knew Dean was in love with you, but everyone knew it was hard for him to say it. Even to Sam, he couldn’t say it. 

Dean ran his hands through his hair and sighed. “Okay, thanks man. So, what brought you home so late?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. Sam looked at his brother and laughed. “Dean, you’re such a child. I was out with a friend.” “Does this friend have a name?” 

Sam rolled his eyes, “Yes, she does. It’s Eileen. Are you happy, Dean?” Dean slapped Sammy on the back in a congratulatory way. “I am Sammy. You deserve to be happy, we both do.” “Yes, Dean, we all deserve to be happy.” Dean looked at Sam a little confused when he emphasized “all”. 

“What do you mean by that, Sam?” “Dean, we both know you love Y/N. What I don’t understand is why can’t you tell her?” “What are you talking about, I tell her that all the time.” “No you don’t Dean, you’ve never said those words to her, hell to anyone.” “Why do I have to say it? Aren’t you the one who always says “actions speak louder than words”?” “Yes, but sometimes it means something to actually say the words too.”

Dean got more irritated standing there. “I don’t have to defend my relationship with her to you or anyone. She knows I love her!” Sam threw his hands up in defeat, “okay, Dean. I won’t say another word.” Dean growled and walked out of the kitchen towards your room.

You were just waking up as he walked in. “Good morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?” He kissed your forehead. “Okay I guess. I woke up and saw Sam come in about 2. I didn’t want to wake you.” You stretched. Dean sat down beside you on the bed with concern in his eyes. “Hey, you okay, sweetheart? It looks like you’ve been crying.” He took your hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just stupid hormones or some crap. I got in my own head last night. I’m sorry I worried you. I’m okay, I promise.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips. 

“Hey”, he tilted your face up to look at him. “You know how I feel about you, right?” “Yes, Dean. I know you love me. Why? Where is this coming from?” “Nothing, don’t worry about it. Just Sammy and I got into a little disagreement. It’s fine.” “Dean, you can talk to me. You know you can tell me anything, right?” He nodded and stood up. 

You stood up and hugged him tightly. You weren’t sure what they argued about, but part of you figured it had something to do with how he felt about you. “I’m going to jump in the shower, I’ll be in the kitchen soon.” You kissed his lips and grabbed some clothes. 

Dean got ready and walked back into the kitchen. He started cooking breakfast and Sam came back in. “Look Dean, I’m sorry. I was out of line. Your relationship with Y/N is none of my business. I know you two care deeply about each other. I’m happy you have each other.” Dean looked at Sam, “I appreciate it Sam. I get it, I have a hard time expressing myself, but I really do care deeply about her. Hell, I want to marry her one day and have some kids.” Sam turned and looked at his brother in surprise. “Damn Dean. That’s huge man. I’m happy for you, truly.” 

Dean nodded and thanked his brother. You came bounding into the kitchen and smiled at Dean and Sam. “Good morning, Sammy.” You winked. Dean chuckled, “I know about Eileen, Y/N. He spilled all his secrets this morning.” You laughed and looked at Sam “You told him everything?” Sam shot you a look and you kept quiet. 

“So what smells so good in here?” You walked over to the stove where Dean was cooking. “Bacon, of course.” You laughed. You grabbed some coffee and sat down at the table waiting for Dean to finish cooking. The three of you talked about looking to see if there were any jobs popping up, and you mentioned to Sam he should ask Eileen to come along. Dean laughed as Sam’s face turned red. 

When breakfast was done you started cleaning up the kitchen while the boys went to look for a job. You were just about finished washing dishes when Dean’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. He pulled you into him and started kissing your neck. “Dean, I need to finish cleaning.” You giggled. “It can wait. I want you.” He growled slowly in your ear. A chill went down your spine. 

Dean spun you around to face him and his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. You were pushed between him and the sink, with nowhere to go. Not that you’d want to leave his embrace. 

You moaned as he kissed down your neck and sucked on your pulse point. He took you by the hand and led you to your bedroom. As he pulled you in the room, he pushed you against the door closing it. Your hands went above your head and he held them there. Dean’s green eyes  turned dark with lust. You bit your lip. It turned you on seeing him want you so much. 

“Dean, I need you.” Dean let your hands down and pulled you to the bed. He laid you down carefully and hovered over you. His strong, calloused hands ran under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your breath hitched as his hands cupped your breasts and he tugged at your bra. 

“Lean up baby, I want to take this off of you.” You leaned up and Dean took off your shirt and unhooked your bra. “Damn you’re so beautiful, and all mine.” He pulled his shirt off, exposing his perfectly toned chest. Your hands traced his body and his lips landed on your nipple while his hand cupped your other breast. 

You sucked in air and moaned loudly. You could feel your arousal pool between your thighs and his erection pushing on you. Dean kissed his way down your body and stopped at the waistband of your pants. “Please, Dean, I need you baby.” You lifted your hips helping him remove your pants and panties. 

You laid on the bed fully exposed. Dean stood and bit his lip. “Damn I can’t believe you’re mine.” You blushed, “all yours baby, now come on.” “Yes ma’am.” Dean smiled and removed his pants, his hardened length springing free. You laid back on the pillows and leaned up on your elbows watching as Dean stalked up the bed towards you. 

He climbed between your legs, using his to move them apart. He looked down and saw your core, soaking wet and ready for him. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” “Mmhmm” you replied as his fingers brushed over your entrance. 

He slowly stuck his thick finger in and you moaned. Moving your hips into his hand as his thumb reached up and rubbed circles on your engorged clit. “Oh, Dean. Right there baby. Don’t stop.” You bucked into him as he added another finger. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart, and soaking wet.” Dean smirked as he felt your body responding to his touch.

He moved his fingers and thumb as you moved your body into his hand. He could feel you tightening around him, “mmmm, you’re close.” Your head fell back “Dean…I’m…gonna…cum.” Your breath hitched. He moved faster, helping you chase your release. “Yeah, cum for me princess.” With that you came undone. 

Dean moved his fingers and thumb as you writhed under him. Your body became sensitive to his touch and he kept going. “Oh, FUCK, DEAN!” You came again. Dean smirked. “Good girl, I knew you could cum again.” 

As Dean slowed and pulled his fingers out you moaned at the loss of fullness. Dean pumped his hard cock a few times before he lined himself up. He lined up at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you. 

He thrusted in and bottomed out. You both let out a loud moan. “Oh damn, you’re so tight, Y/N.” Your hands went to his broad shoulders and he set a steady pace. He would pull out almost all the way and slam back into you. Each thrust had you gasping for air and grabbing his shoulders. 

“Oh, Dean. You feel incredible.” You moaned. Dean leaned down, kissing your lips, so do you baby. You were made for me.” Dean picked up the pace and you could tell he was chasing his release. He worked you faster and he felt his release coming. “I’m close, sweetheart.” “I want you to cum, Dean, please baby cum.” Dean thrusted a few more times and with a grunt he came, coating your walls with his seed. 

When Dean was done, he slowly pulled out and went to clean himself off. Once in the bathroom he realized he didn’t use protection. Oh, Fuck! Why didn’t I grab a condom? Shit! Dammit. He returned to the bedroom with a washcloth and started to clean you up. You were still overly sensitive and moaned at his touch. “Sorry sweetheart, just trying to clean you up. Um, I came inside you.” 

Your head shot up and your eyes were wide. “What?! Dean, we’ve always been so careful. Shit!” Dean hung his head, “I know. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” You took a deep breath and gently touched his face, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not just your responsibility. We will figure it out together.” You smiled and kissed his lips. 

Dean laid beside you and pulled you close to him. You grabbed the sheet and covered the two of you and laid your head on his chest. You were listening to his heartbeat and watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. His heartbeat started to get faster as the two of you laid holding each other. 

“Dean, are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m good.” He ran his fingers lightly over your arm and pulled you even closer. Your eyes were getting heavy. “Hey, sweetheart?” “Hmm, yeah, Dean?” “Will you marry me?” You sat up with a gasp. “What?!” Dean leaned up and smiled “Will you marry me?” “Really?” “Yes, really.” He leaned over and pulled a small velvet box from the side table. Opening it, you saw a small diamond ring. You looked at it and then at Dean. Tears filled your eyes. “Yes, yes, Dean. I’ll marry you!” You squealed with delight. Dean chuckled and placed the ring on your finger. “Oh my god, I love you so much, Dean!” “Me too, sweetheart.” 

At that moment you didn’t care he couldn’t say the three little words. He showed you he loved you in so many other ways. Tonight, you were on cloud nine. You were going to be Mrs. Dean Winchester. 

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Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 8

AND IT IS DONE! chapter eight that is. uh, @achilles-invulnerable-heel @veritas-dolos @clanofjones @theosb0rnway @builtlikeastickofcelery @samuel-yippee @less-depresso-more-espresso ok i think that covers all the tags. uhhhh, but anyways this chapter may have a slightly different vibe as it was written from casey's pov. anyways here ya go pookies, enjoy!

Yes. Yesss.

That stupid turtle actually fell for it. Casey couldn't believe Raph thought he would actually forgive him. Yet here he was, in the turtle's body, glaring down Raph's spirit, which was now trapped in the mirror. 

"Sorry, but this body's taken." he hissed, giving the turtle's ghost a toothy grin. The look of fear in his face was all too good. "Anyways, I have places to be. Later, Raph." Casey taunted, putting emphasis on the mutant's name.

Casey took a step towards the door, only to stumble and put his hand on the counter for balance. Huh. It had uh, been a while since Casey had needed to actually walk around. not to mention that he was now a turtle. Kind of. A mutant turtle. Close enough. Either way, being in this body might take a while to completely get used to. 

But casey didn't exactly have tons of time. Possession wasn't easy, and he didn't exactly have the practice. So whether or not Casey knew how to even walk in this body, he needed to. Just gotta get to my house, he thought to himself. 

He took a step, and another, and placed his hand on the door knob. He turned to face Raph's ghost in the mirror one last time. He gave one last, toothless grin; he blinked his eyes to wash out the ghostly green glow, now replacing it with the turtle's striking green eyes. He blew a taunting kiss towards the horrified face in the mirror before swinging the door open and waltzing out of the bathroom. 

Casey had been watching Raph and how he acted around his brothers and father since he became a ghost; meaning it wasn't very hard to imitate how he acted, at least until he got out of the lair. Casey tried to walk over to the turnstiles (which he had learned was the entrance and also the exit) but was stopped by one of the turtles.

"Yo Raph, where are you going dude?" Dammit. Casey slowly turned a bit to see which turtle was talking to him. It was the orange one, with the blue eyes. What was his name again? Marco? No no no. Uhh, Miguel? Mikey? Mikey! It was Mikey. 

"Uh, just going on patrol, I'll be back later." he lied. Ugh, he sounded like Raph. He sounded like the guy who killed him. It felt weird. To be honest the entire 'being in the body of a five foot tall mutant turtle' thing was weird. Y'know what, that would explain why he sounded like him.

"Hmm, okay dude." Casey turned back around and sped-walked over to the turnstiles as inconspicuously as he could. Casey turned the corner out of the lair and as soon as he was sure he was out of earshot, he started booking it. 

He didn't really have a reason why. I mean, he wanted to see his sister and his room, but he didn't really have any reason to rush. but it felt nice. It felt good to run. It felt great to do anything. Even though the smell of the New York sewers was the worst thing imaginable, Casey was glad he could smell at all. 

After a while, Casey reached a sewer plate. He couldn't wait to see his room again. He rushed up the sewer ladder and shoved the sewer plate up and out of the way. Here he was. Back on the surface. Casey took a deep breath in. 

The sound of car horns and people yelling and even just people's shoes clicking against the pavement brought such a comfort to Casey. It felt amazing. God, he had missed this. It took Casey a moment to remember what exactly he came up here for. Right, his room. Gotta get to his apartment. 

"AAAAAH! MONSTER!" a feminine voice from behind Casey yelled. He whipped around to sees some blonde chick yelling and pointing at him. Shit. He totally forgot he was in Raph's body.

Casey quickly scaled the nearest fire escape. About halfway up, he noticed that the woman had ran away; so he continued his climb, peaking into the windows of the apartment complex as he did. As much as Casey hates the whole normal life thing, he kinda missed the mundanity of life. 

Y'know, waking up in an unmade bed, cooking breakfast for himself and his sister, riding his bike to school after dropping his little sister off, going to the convenience store after school for a snack, that kinda thing. And even the occasional hockey game or practice, or maybe his little sister needed help with her homework. Casey missed it. 

He reached the roof of the building and turned around, looking for a store or restaurant that he would recognize. He knew New York like the back of his hand; if he could just see how close the park or something was, he could easily get home. Aha! The old theater that Casey went to like, all the time. That meant he was about seven blocks away from his apartment.

He turned to face the direction his apartment building was in and mentally charted out a route of buildings to hop across. Shouldn't take too long. Casey walked over to the edge of the building, looking at the distance between this one and the next. He took a few steps back before sprinting towards and leaping towards the next building.

Casey landed with a tumble near the middle of the building. He did not expect to jump that great a distance, which left him a little shocked. But he shook it off with ease, of course. He really needed to get used to the whole mutant turtle thing if he was going to posses Raph more often, which he planned on doing. 

Either way, he began to fade into a cycle of leaping from building to building for a few blocks until his apartment complex was in sight. Casey stopped for a moment, taking a moment to catch his breath. God he missed the burning in his lungs when he ran. He missed the wind blowing through his hair, which was still something he missed considering Raph was bald... 

Anyways, he continued towards to his apartment. Upon reaching the top of it, Casey started rushing down the fire escape to his room. He could barely contain his excitement. He threw the window open and leaped into the room, feeling the carpet underneath the turtle's feet (which felt like, really big to Casey). 

Casey waltzed over to his bed before letting himself fall face first into his pillow. He inhaled deeply before rolling over onto the turtle's shell. Man, he missed his room. His eyes shot over to his desk, where his face paint was.

Hmm.

Face paint. Casey had an idea. He walked over to the desk and sat in the old, torn chair  in front of it. He tried his best to get comfortable, although Raph's shell made it a bit hard. After deciding that this was as comfortable as he could get in this body, he turned his attention to the desk.

...

His homework was in the exact same place he left it. He had blown off finishing it in favor for vigilante-ing...

Whatever. Casey pushed it aside. Not like Mrs. Thomson's math class mattered anymore. Casey reached for his black and white face paint, hoping to push those thoughts away. He turned the small mirror on his desk towards him, turning it downwards to fit his now much shorter height.

"This is for FUCKING killing me freak face!" Casey remarked, pointing at the turtle's face in the mirror. 

"GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING BODY!" Raph screamed back from his mirror prison; making Casey flinch back. He was not expecting a response. 

"Mmm, no. You could some time for reflection. Get it?" Casey mocked. Raph face morphed into a scowl before fading away, leaving Casey alone. Now then, the face paint.

Casey tugged the red mask off the turtle's head. He reached for a brush before dipping it into the white face paint. He smudged the paint all over the turtle's ugly mug. After two coats, the turtle's green skin was no longer visible. Casey grabbed a second, smaller brush for the black paint and went to town. 

It felt good. Defacing Raph. The man who killed him so ruthlessly. The man who had taken Casey from his sister, and from April, and from hockey, and from his life...

Whatever.

After a little while, Casey had finished. The black accents had taken only one layer, cause of how dark it was. And thus, it was done. The turtle had now donned totally metal skull face paint. Casey looked in the mirror, admiring his handiwork. Just one thing was missing. Casey reached into the left drawer of the desk and pulled out one of his spare bandanas. He tied it around his forehead and leaned back into the chair. Y'know the bandana really pulled the whole thing together. 

While staring at his new reflection, Casey thought back to his life before. Before his death. Before, when he had his own body, and didn't have to possess a mutant turtle. He regrets ever taking it for granted. Man, this was bumming him out. 

Casey's eyes began to wander around the room before landing on his hockey gear sticking out of his bag. Hmm. Casey walked over to the bag and crouched down beside it. He began to rummage through the contents, finding hockey pucks, spray paint bottles, and some other junk. Maybe he could take it with him, sneak it into the turtles's lair, so that he could throw up some graffiti or something next time he possessed Raph. He decided it best to at least take it with him, even if he didn't put it in the lair. He threw a few more things in: his face paint, some old clothes that just might fit over the turtle's body, that kinda stuff. As he was hunched over, he heard a voice erupt from behind him.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Casey whipped around to see his little sister, Angel, staring at him with wide eyes. 

Oh no. Ooooooh no. Angel couldn't see Casey. She couldn't see Casey looking like... this whole situation! He threw the bag onto his shoulder in a panic and quickly fled the scene. He ran up the fire escape, paying no attention to his sister's "HEY! GET BACK HERE!" 

He made it up to the roof before repeatedly sprinting and leaping over to a rooftop about a block down. He took a moment to breathe, turning and looking back towards his room; looking back towards his sister. All this time, he had missed her, so much. But now, after having seen her, he wishes he hadn't. The way she reacted, the way she screamed... Casey felt like a monster. 

And it was all Raph's fault.

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The clinking of the spray paint cans in Casey's bag echoed through the abandoned subway tunnel. He was now on his way back from his apartment to the turtle's lair. The thoughts about how his sister reacted to seeing him still haunted his mind. 

Man, fuck all of this. Casey didn't care enough to hide the bag. He didn't care enough to try and wipe off the face paint he did. He didn't care enough to pay any mind to Raph's voice echoing in his mind, demanding his body back. 

As he made it closer to the lair, the sound of the other turtles became clearer. A grin began to crawl onto Casey's face the closer he got. This was gonna be good. 

He turned the corner to face the turtles and April with an unnerving grin on his face. The turtles all seemed to be watching some dumb cartoon show while April was on her computer. Casey dropped the bag to the ground, but still holding the strap in his hand. He stood, waiting for a response or even a reaction, still grinning.

The turtles were staring at who they thought was they're brother with looks of confusion. But April, April was glaring at Casey, her eyes wide, yet angry.

"Raph... Where did you get that bandana? And that bag?" she interrogated, dragging a finger up to point at Casey's bag. The grin on Casey's face cracked into an eerie smile.

"Oh, y'know. Stole it from this guy I killed." he enthusiastically replied. The room fell silent. Dead silent. 

"...What?" April muttered slowly. 

"Yeah!" Casey remarked, "I think you knew him, his name was Casey. Casey Jones." 

And with that, Raph fell to the floor. Unconscious, but now in control of his body.

[samuel-seaburys-askblog]

GOD DAMMIT MR SEABURY ARE YOU OKAY??? *throws a bucket of water over him* -Adam☆

|Samuel stops but is now shivering, he leaves to go change then comes back, still shivering and drying off his hair.|

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 3 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

My senior year wasn't horrible but it wasn't the best.

Wasn't the best because my school lacked Noah Wright, the only person I ever wanted to see but it wasn't horrible because I made new friends pretty quickly, Carla and Elliot.

Carla was beautiful in every way.

She had thick, curly black hair and just the right amount of freckles that scattered her face.

She was a curvy girl and she owned her body with the highest amount of confidence I could never achieve.

She also had a thick Brazilian accent.

Carla and her family moved to America when she was six years old, I had learned a few days prior.

When Carter found out that she was from Brazil, he had asked...

"Why would you want to leave Brazil? Isn't there nude beaches?"

We had all rolled our eyes to which he defended himself by saying...

"What? I heard Brazil is a very sexual place and I just want to learn more about it."

Elliot was also equally confident being transgender in todays world.

Some people at school gave him a hard time, calling him by his dead name, Ellie, when they knew his real name or just being transphobic in general.

Either me, Carla and/or Elliot would tell them to fuck off or Carter would shove the bullies against a locker.

So, it all worked out but, I think deep down, Elliot was a little insecure because he was still in the process of transitioning and of course, Carter and I were good friends but school still wasn't the same without Noah.

With him pulling me into a room to kiss me,or getting excited about his test grades and running up to me to give me a hug.

Hell, even his mood swings I missed.

I couldn't wait to see him in two weeks.

We did call and text each other a lot which was nice and when I was in the middle of eating my lunch, I received a message from Noah.

It was the first text I had gotten from him all day.

I tuned out my friend's conversation as I tapped on his message and when Face ID recognized me, it brought me to his text and when I tell you I gasped and dropped my cell-phone, I mean my phone fell out of my hands and onto the floor.

To: Samuel Moretti [Explicit Image] From: Noah Wright Meathead😌❤️ [Today 11:25 AM]

Noah had sent me a nude.

Oh my God, my whole face felt hot and my hand was covering my mouth from concealing my gasp.

Carter, Carla,and Elliot stopped talking and looked at me quizzically.

Then the worst thing happened.

Carter bent down.

"Wait, stop," I exclaimed but he picked up my phone.

His eyes widen.

"Woah. Ho ho ho," he chuckled.

"Now I know why you waste your gas and drive an hour away every weekend," he teased.

"Give me my cell-phone back," I reached for it but he yanked his arm back.

Carla and Elliot were already standing behind Carter to get a look.

Their eyes also widened.

I covered my burning face with my hands as Elliot grabbed the phone, saying...

"Damn, I wish I had that dick."

"Guys, please give me my phone back," I begged, that was so embarrassing and also evasive.

I didn't want anyone else seeing my boyfriend's dick.

They laughed until they all gasped when a 'ding' went off.

To: Samuel Moretti [I got horny laying in our bed while thinking of you. 🥵] From Noah Wright Meathead😌❤️ [Today 11:27 AM]

Carla recited the text.

"Meu deus," Carla exclaimed with a giggle.

"Está ficando quente," she said in her thick Brazilian accent as she fanned herself.

Now Elliot and Carter were behind her as I was trying to grab my cell-phone.

"This isn't funny. This is private information," I seethed in a harsh whisper.

They laughed then Carla gave me my phone back.

I sighed in relief.

"Go send one back, playboy," Elliot insisted.

"I'm at school," my tone, incredulous.

"Send one back," they all ordered me in unison.

I took a deep breath.

'God dammit, Noah.'

I stood up and swung my backpack over my shoulder.

"Just in case I'm not back before lunch ends, see you tomorrow," I spoke with my head held high.

"Aye," Carla shouted.

"Go get 'em, tiger," Carter slapped my ass as I walked by and Elliot wolf whistled in between fits of laughter.

I went into the gender neutral bathroom 'it wasn't used much, save for the non-binary students and some transgender students who didn't feel comfortable in the gender exclusive restrooms' and I hid in the handicap stall.

Finally, I was able to look at my messages.

To: Samuel Moretti[Explicit Image] From: Noah Wright Meathead😌❤️ [Today 11:25 AM]

To: Samuel Moretti [Got horny laying in our bed thinking of you... 🥵]From: Noah Wright Meathead😌❤️ [Today 11:27 AM]

I couldn't help my smile and screenshotting the picture.

I mean, it was my hot, nude boyfriend, of course I was saving that photo but I didn't know what to send back.

Well, I did know what I could send back but was I comfortable doing that?

I wasn't even hard, I couldn't send a picture and lunch was gonna end in ten minutes but what Noah sent next, sent blood rushing down below before I could stop it.

To: Samuel Moretti [Thinking about all the ways I'm going to touch you next weekend and how badly I want to taste your body.] From: Meat-head😌❤️ [Today 11:40 AM]

Oh my fucking God.

Noah really wasn't kidding when he mentioned sexting.

Without thinking too much, I undid my pants and pushed them down along with my boxers.

I took a live picture of my hand sliding down my dick.

I sent it, squealing inside my head.

I couldn't believe I just sent a nude.

Shoot, was I supposed to text him a sexy message as well?

To: Noah Wright Meat-head😌❤️ [Mmm🤤 Can't wait for my lips to be around that.] From: Samuel Moretti [Today 11:45 AM]

That? That what?

Oh my gosh, so cringy.

I wanted to scream.

I just called my boyfriend's dick a 'that'.

I was not good at that sexy talk like Noah clearly was because he sent back.

To: Samuel Moretti [I can't stop picturing your hot, wet mouth on my dick with my fingers in your hair.] From: Meat-head😌❤️ [Today 11:50 AM]

Yeah, Noah definitely knew how to turn me on but then the bell rang and I only had five minutes to get to my next class.

How do I end this?

Not that I didn't like it, hell, I wished I was at home so I could jerk off to those messages but I wasn't, I was in school.

To: Noah Wright Meat-head😌❤️ [Face-Time me later and I'll show you more.] From: Samuel Morettti [Today 11:55 AM]

To: Samuel Moretti [God, I can't wait to get my hands on you.] From: Meat-head😌❤️ [Today 12:00 PM]

'Eeeek.'

To: Noah Wright Meat-head😌❤️ [I love you.] From: Samuel Moretti [Today 12:05 PM]

To: Samuel Moretti [I love you too.] From: Meat-head😌❤️ [Today 12:10 AM]

I went to class 'after thinking about ugly things that got my body to calm down' and counted down the minutes until I got home.

[transatlantic2023]

Wednesday 19th April

So, in Summary:- Sunday. Day after day, day after day, we stuck there with no motion. As idle as a painted ship, upon a painted ocean. Water, water everywhere – and all the boards did shrink. Water, water everywhere – and not a drop to drink. (So we had tea/coffee). c. Samuel Taylor-Coleridge. Monday-Tuesday Flyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiighh, Like a bird in the sky, Like an eagle that flies on the wiiiinnnnnd. c. ABBA. (Mitch’s favourite band, not) Milestones fell and our personal records were constantly reset as during Monday and Tuesday Sanjula lifted her skirts and flew. Noon to noon we covered a fantastic 257 nautical miles. It was a sleigh ride through the swell for hour after hour - night and day - powering along smashing our way ENE. Mitch and Nigel were on watch as our personal peak speed records fell and fell again. 10.4, 10.7, 11.0, 11.4 and finally 11.8 knots as we rollicked along on a reach just aft of the beam in the rising winds. The mad thing was we stayed over 11 knots for hours really, touching 11.7 a few times in winds of around 25-27 knots. The boat was happy and fully powered in the swells. During that time we also passed the half-way point from Grenada to Portsmouth. Not only that - we also passed the 1000 miles since Bermuda mark and at 0812 on Tuesday morning hit the 2000 miles to Portsmouth point. At this point I’m going to single out David and Mitch again though. Food takes on a whole new importance at sea. It marks time each day but more than that - good hot food provides a huge relief and reward that takes on real significance in the midst of watchkeeping 24 hours a day. Cooking for 6 in a domestic kitchen is one thing – try doing it on a small stove in a galley while your world starts at 30-40 degrees but continuously rolls, bounces, pitches and yaws through various angles as the boat storms along through the swell. Several of the cupboards have been named ‘Cupboard of the flying daggers’ for reasons you can easily imagine. Opening them is a brave move at times. Even simple cooking tasks that take seconds at home take minutes of carefully controlled gym work/ballet effort. Somehow Mitch and David though continue to serve up really tasty food for us throughout – via some sort of galley voodoo. It’s awesome. I’ve learned a few new swear words too listen ing to them mind you. I thought I’d use the trip to grow a beard by the way. I had in mind a kind of Captain Jack Sparrow swashbuckling vibe - with a piratical gleam in my eyes sort of thing. So far though I look more like Santa Claus has fallen on really hard times. Dammit. We are around 630 miles from the Azores as I type this – but the aim is not to stop there – We gybed onto port at about midnight and are heading North. The plan is we should get westerlies in 12 hours or so and bear away East again – subject to the weather gods actually reading the forecast of course. Coffee is now on mild rations but from Nigel’s point of view that’s not the big issue. Our dwindling supply of Planter’s peanuts is keeping him awake. He’s calculating our closest approach to the Azores as he tries to recall his swimming skills – but we are watching him like a hawk to stop him jumping over the side. (Don’t worry Ann!). Sanjula out.

Jeff

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 123

Caged Heat/The Eleventh Hour

Doing something I haven’t in a LONG time tonight: watching the episodes back to back

“Caged Heat”

Plot Description: The demon Meg kidnaps Sam and Dean for information about Crowley. Sam offers to help her if she’ll help get his soul back

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: well, if I were a shapeshifter, no. But since I’m not…Crowley would have no interest in me this season

I guess when you stop the apocalypse and are no longer needed to be vessels, demons stop being delicate around you

How much you wanna bet “working with and double crossing multiple demons, including the king of hell” is gonna blow up in their face? At least for some amount of time. Obviously we have nine and half more seasons

Sam are you trying to lure Cas by saying you have the Ark of the Covenant? But like specifically the Raiders of the Lost Ark one?? This is just mean. You really think Castiel knows the plot of Raiders?? Much less have time to watch it while heaven has a civil war going on?

How DARE you threaten my perfect angel, Sam

Ugh, Samuel.

I really like this conversation about Samuel wanting Crowley to bring Mary back, especially Dean begging him to not go through with it because he KNOWS how that plays out

Oh ace coded Castiel I love you so much. “It’s very complex. If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear? … perhaps she’s done something wrong” He is watching it so stone-face, you’d think he’s been reading smut on ao3 for years

Is Cas already working with Crowley at this point? Something in the way he’s staring feels different…feels off. Or is this the genesis of it?

I didn’t even consider what Sam’s soul would be going through down there…….nor that Sam would be listening in on this conversation

I know he’s the king of hell and all, but the conditions these supernatural creatures are living in are just cruel

Well thank god they brought along two extra no name demons to Crowley’s hide out to be puppy chow for the hellhounds

Did they bring Meg back just to kill her off?? Sounds about right for Supernatural

Dammit Samuel. Wtf. You sold out your own grandsons to Crowley??

IT IS NOT THE SAME THING. Dean didn’t choose between Sam and Mary, who should get to live. Sam’s here now (even though his soul’s missing), Dean made no deals to bring him back. To bring back Mary you’d have to condem Sam

So glad Dean’s calling him out on it

The demon torture scenes (because Ruby had one too if I remember correctly) are so…exploitative of these actresses. I don’t think they stripped down Alistair and then covered up the bits that would force the show to go to HBO with the smallest possible straps of leather in On the Head of a Pin

Hey Sam?? Whatcha doin buddy?? Drinkin your own blood? HOOOOOOOLY SHIT. Drew a RATHER LARGE demon trap on the ceiling in his own blood. How’s he not passed out from blood loss?

So…why can’t he just summon his very large hellhound like he did when Bobby trapped him?

How does she have that much control over him??

The…the way Cas just burnt Crowley to death…when will the torture of ME stop?

Ah damn, Sam doesn’t want his soul back, again

“Been On My Mind…”: does…Castiel count for this??

“The Eleventh Hour”

Plot Description: The Doctor has regenerated into a brand new man, but danger strikes before he can even recover

Yeah. So I’m still sad about David leaving us…

How’d he get outside the TARDIS though??

The front garden at Amy’s childhood home is so idyllic. Lil baby Amyyyyyy

It’s so weird to see him in Ten’s clothes still, even though it makes sense

You know…he brings up a good point. Amy’s lucky she’s in Doctor Who and not Supernatural. It’s the middle of the night, and a man in a box falls from the sky into her yard and not only does she go to investigate, not only does she invite him into her home, she feeds him. And he’s SO. WEIRD. If this were spn she’d be dead already

Oh. Oh little Amyyyy. The Doctor telling her he’ll be right back and she says “people always say that” and then (though it’s not his fault and it’s been only a few minutes for him) she’s proven right 😭😭😭 oh the poor babyyyy

Knowing what I know now, this scene where Amy’s in her work uniform and interrogating the Doctor is really weird and SAD. Like…she’s talking to NO ONE on the other end saying this guy knows something about Amelia Pond

Those comatose patients are not calling out for you, lady.

Oh we’re in that weird timeframe where it wasn’t SUPER uncommon for people’s cellphones to not also be everything else too, and that’s why Rory has to explain it’s also a camera

THAT is the funny little twist. It’s not the Prisoner Zero identity it’s what whatever’s looking for is referring to as “the human residence.” It’s not Amy’s house…it’s Earth. They’ll incinerate EARTH

I forgot she kept biting her psychiatrists because they’d tell her the Doctor wasn’t real 💀

Man, how come David spent a whole day asleep but Matt is, well, not 100% ready to go but he’s CONSCIOUS

I wish they’d kinda done more with how well known Amy was in her hometown. It’s so funny watching everyone go “oh my god, that’s him! It’s the Doctor!”

Oh Rory

Is that Olivia Coleman???

(I fell asleep with like 8 min left and didn’t wake up til almost midnight)

Man, they planted the pandorica and silence stuff EARLY

I mean, Rory’s got a point. But also yeah “leaving is good, never coming back is better.”

[bechobbi]

Fortune favours the bold - SamDrake x Reader - (Chapter 3)

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Scrapes and bruises littered your body, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. As the soapy, warm water engulfed your figure, you began to relax and collect your thoughts.

You’re safe... at least, for the time being. You’re terrified to think of what might happen when you leave this room. Your mind drifted back to all the happy memories you experienced and you smiled weakly. Revisiting the dreadful memory that took place afterwards was inevitable. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you relived the most difficult times of your life.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and let out a soft exhale. That stranger you encountered somehow opened your eyes and gave you hope. He seemed trustworthy and kind, but could you learn to trust again? You weren’t entirely certain. But for now, the only thing you needed to do was to find the necessary courage and strength to face him again.

After your bath, Sam helped you disinfect some cuts on your arms and face. You acquired them in a struggle to protect yourself - to defend your integrity.

This was what you wanted the man in front of you to believe. After all, he was just stranger you would never cross paths with again. To put it simply, when you have recovered you would have to leave Sam to return to your arduous journey once again.

Nobody really had your back in the real world. It’s always been just you working your butt off trying so hard to make ends meet day after day. The long journey put your survival skills to the test. Up until now, you have been travelling high and low to return to the place you once called home. With very little money and food, you’re surprised you even made it this far. And it had been really hard. It seemed like the whole world wanted to see you suffer, but instead you only grew stronger. You developed a lust for life you had never felt before and manipulation happened to be your area of expertise. Whenever an opportunity arose for you to put your skills to use you never declined. Hurting people had never been your intention, so you used your words to get what you wanted.

Up until this point, your life had been a continuous obstacle course and you did not have the time to dedicate to the life you always wanted.

The only people who ever truly loved you, were your parents. But after their unfortunate passings, your relatives did everything they could to cut you out and claim your parents’ estate. And they eventually succeeded.

If eliminating your mom and dad had been easy, you certainly weren’t viewed as a threat.

You were hungry for revenge, as it was the only thing that fueled you each and every morning. All you wanted to do was to avenge your family name after your so called “family” walked all over it.

Revisiting your thoughts about your revenge filled you to the brim with anger and resentment.

"There you go," Sam murmured under his breath as he carefully placed the last bandage on your forehead. "Good as new!"

"Thank you,” you lifted your face to meet his soft gaze. “I apologize for being such a bother,” you averted your eyes.

"No worries! Really! I enjoyed your company.” Sam shrugged with a grin and added, “I had nothing better to do, I guess you could say.”

You looked up to meet his twinkling, hazel eyes. Upon meeting his steady gaze, a  strange but familiar feeling set into your soul. You felt a sense of protection that you had not felt in years.

Sam gave you a small pat on the back, breaking the intense moment the two of you shared. “Whaddaya say we grab a bite to eat? I'm starving.”

You agreed with a nod, “I wouldn’t mind some food right about now.”

"Preach it, Sister,” Sam joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “What would like to eat?"

You giggled, "Whatever is fine with me.”

"Alright. There’s this place nearby that makes the BEST sandwiches. Stay put ‘till I come back, and... take a nap, you could really use one,” the man spoke before heading out the door.

Just outside the door, Sam began to grow angry. He couldn’t help it- he was hosting a stranger who had suffered extreme violence few hours earlier.

Moreover, the person who Sam would have liked to meet had decided not to show up yet again.

It had been months since last time he had heard from the woman he had loved so intensely that he still had reoccuring dreams about her.

"Why?" was the usual question he asked himself. It didn’t make very much sense. A wise person once told him that if you love something, you should let it go. If it returns to you, then it was meant to be. But if not, then maybe letting them go was the right thing to do. But in his case, he was still waiting.

Sam shoved his hands in pockets and continued his trek to the nearest 24-hour market. Along the motel driveway, he noticed that there were no lights, and darkness enveloped everything within the perimeter.

He was alone, but that wasn’t the worst part. It was the fact was that he was alone with his thoughts and fears that sucked. The darkness seemed to envelope him completely and has recently become extremely difficult to ignore. It caused Sam to feel uncomfortable.

Technically he had endured worse things, like Panama, for example. The excruciating pain of three bullets wedged in his body, and the mental trauma in which he and Nathan endured were enough to scar him as a kid.

Sam reluctantly pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind as soon as the market sign appeared just across the street.

He ordered as quickly as possible because he didn't want to leave you on your own for too long. Besides the sandwiches, he grabbed a sturdy bottle of hard liquor, as well as a bottle of water and a couple of chocolate bars in an effort to cheer you up.

Once he retrieved the long awaited sandwiches, he swiftly made his way to the cash register to pay for his groceries.

The cashier was a hot blonde chick that was chewing gum noisily and if it wasn't for that annoying detail, Sam would have probably flirted with her.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Forty dollars and sixty nine cents, babe,” she flashed a flirty grin Sam’s way and twirled a strand of her golden hair around her finger.

As Sam searched for the change, the woman placed her elbows on the countertop and leaned forward. She pushed her arms closer together, causing her breasts to spill from her top. "Sixty nine is my favorite number," she commented, pursing her lips.

Sam’s growing bulge twitched as he watched the attractive blonde in front of him, accidentally knocking the sandwiches fell to the floor. He ran his hand through his well coiffed hair with a smirk and turned to face her. “Mine too,” he winked.

He picked up his fallen items off of the ground and left in a hasty manner. Fuck, either I still have effect on women or that chick was REALLY horny. Sam thought to himself as he lit a cigarette and walked back to the motel.

When the motel came into view, Sam disposed of his cigarette and searched for a trash can like all good people do.

He spotted one to the right of him and as soon as he lifted the lid, something caught his attention. Inside there was a backpack. Sam’s curiosity got the best of him which caused him to instinctively reach his arm out and grab it.

Sam opened it carefully and peeked inside. There were clothes, some books and a notebook with a bold sticker on the front cover.

A name was written on it: Y/F/N Y/L/N.

It was your diary.

He frowned, feeling uneasy. With a sigh, he opened the journal and flipped through the pages.

"...what?!" he gasped.

“I can’t believe this”, Sam angrily shoved the journal into the bag. How could she have taken advantage of his kindness? If there was one thing Sam Drake could not stand, it was was being mistaken for a fool.

At least not in that precise moment of his life.

He then hit the road back to the motel.

[bechobbi]

Second image. Just staring at second image.

„hi“

[sri-rachaa]

Sam and Lovely sibling HC fluff, Sick edition

Lovely being down with an awful bout of a stomach bug while Vincents out, not knowing who else to text in the wee hours of the morning besides their, conveniently nocturnal, older brother.

tw: references to throwing up

-

‘🐥: hey sammy, you have healing background. what do you do for nausea and uh…yknow. that gross thing that follows nausea’

Well that’s a text to wake up too.

Sam grabbed his phone in the midst of his half-asleep state, the deep big brother instinct sending a small shock of adrenaline through his system-

‘Are you alright?!’

‘🐥: yeah, I’m just a lil sick, no worries :) just uh…what should I do here’

Sam scoffed. His sibling and their tendency to horribly under dramatize, well, anything.

‘I’m coming over.’

‘🐥: no really it’s ok you don’t have too! I can handle it!!’’

‘Im sure you can, I’m still coming over’

‘🐥 is typing…’

Sam didn’t let them finish their last text. He knows how they are, they would rather sit in their own suffering then ask anyone to help them give some relief- almost like it’s rude to even ask.

He hates it. He understands it, but god does he hate it.

He quickly got out of bed and threw the closest clothes he had on, grabbing the Chevy keys off the key ring and walking out the door.

-

Lovely groaned.

Currently, they were sitting against their bed frame hunched over in balled up position clutching their stomach. This was a nice setting change for them from the last two hours, where they were stuck in the bathroom with their head hovering over the toilet bowl. Squirming as their nausea shifted, In their head they went over everything they did and ate in the last two days- trying to figure out what threw their whole body into a purge;

The sound of the door opening throwing them out of their montage.

Sam

They groaned again. They didn’t want to sound needy, they hate sounding needy, but there was undeniably a large part of them that was flooded with relief with the thought of him being here.

Between the sound of the door closing, keys hitting the counter, and a millisecond *Fwosh-!* he was crouching over their bedside.

“Damn, Missy…you look awful.” Their older brother said, moving the sweat drenched hair strands out of their pale face.

“Thanks, Sammy, but it really ain’t that ba-“

“Hush. Don’t you start.”

Dammit.

“Sam, Really I swear it’s not- woah god-” Another wave of nausea paused their empty defense, Lovely frantically throwing the covers off about to take off into the bathroom for what felt like the hundredth time tonight-

Stopping when they suddenly felt a hand hold them down from their stomach.

“Sam-“They clawed at him, “Stop- im gonna get sick”

“Hold on.”

“Samuel I’m not fucking with you let g-”

A wave of relief washed over them, all nausea wiping away to nothing.

Lovely steadied themselves.

“…wha-“

They looked down to Sam’s hand still resting on their lower abdomen, the light blue iridescent glow surrounding his hand.

Healing magic.

“Feel better?”

They nodded, weakly leaning back into the pillow behind them.

Lovely silently sat in that position for a moment or two, bathing in the feeling of normal again, until a realization hit them-

“Wait, Sam, hold on- that’s too much magic- you could pass out-“

He finished the magic before they could even finish their statement, slightly wobbling and wincing after leaning back up.

Yeah, It took it out of him alright. He buckled under his own weight, leaning back forward-

Lovely grabbed his arm before he could lose his balance- pulling him onto the bed and helping lay him down, Sam’s breath hitching as he hit the mattress.

Good news? He’s still conscious, at least.

Lovely flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow, th’ hell was that for?”

“Why’d you do that.”

“Do what? Help you feel better-“

“And damn near make yourself pass out doing it!! If I knew you would’ve done that, I wouldn’t texted you in the first place-“

“Missy.”

“I mean, it was a little nausea, I could’ve handled it myself-“

“Missy.”

“I mean seriously Sam, why would you-“

Sam grabbed their arm and shoved them into the bed, pulling them into a pseudo hug- cutting off their worried tangent.

Lovely let out a disapproving groan into his shoulder, where they were being held down into.

“If I couldn’t’ve handled it,” Sam started, “Then I wouldn’t’ve done it in the first place. Plus, I’m not gonna sit here and watch as your hunched over feelin like shit.”

Lovely pushed to get up and retort, Sam pushing them back down.

“No. Just stay down n’ hush. I love you, Missy. You’re my baby sibling, and as much as you hate it, I’m gonna help you- no matter what.”

Lovely fell silent.

They laid there for almost a couple of minutes before Sam called it safe to take his hand off of their head, Lovey barely adjusting to just lay the side of their face onto his shoulder.

“��..thank you, Sammy.” They mumbled, “I love you too.”

[babygirl-diaz]

We've read SamBucky meets Young Bucky and SamBucky meets Young Sam, now imagine Young Sam meets Young Bucky, that'll be legendary lmao

((Hey, anon! I hope this finds its way to you. I basically wrote this as crack. Hope you like it!))

***

“Buck?” Sam asked as he answered the phone. “You must be a mind reader because I was just about to call you. I have a big problem!”

“I have a big problem!”

Their same declaration surprised Sam, but Bucky’s problem couldn’t be as big as his, so he said as much, “I’m sure my problem is bigger than yours.”

“Yeah, don’t be so sure. Because I have an enormous problem.” Bucky huffed.

“Wait… Are we still talking about our problems?” Sam asked when he realized their conversation may have deviated to a very different route.

“Look, Sam, I don’t have time for this. You need to get to New York. Stat.” Bucky practically ordered, making Sam frown.

“I can’t,” Sam replied.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Bucky asked with an edge in his voice.

“I have a… house guest,” Sam replied as he turned around and looked at said guest, who was currently tied to the dining room chair. No, that’s not how Sam normally treated his guests, but this was an exception.

“A house guest? You are such a liar,” Bucky scoffed.

“You don’t have to believe me but it’s the truth.”

“Who is it?” Bucky asked.

“I can’t tell you that. You wouldn’t believe me if I did,” Sam replied and his own voice sounded nervous to him.

“Trust me, after what I’ve seen today, I’d believe in unicorns if you told me they existed,” said Bucky.

The line went quiet for a few seconds, and Sam wondered if Bucky had hung up. He had to admit; he was getting a little worried about his friend. “Bucky?”

“Fine, I’ll come to D.C. Give me a couple hours.” With that, Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything.

“Hello? Bucky?” Sam called out. “Dammit,” he mumbled under his breath.

Sam turned to his tied-up “house guest” and frowned at him. Said house guest was currently struggling in the chair. Sam walked over to the chair and slowly removed the duct tape from his mouth and the man glared at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled. “Free me right now!”

“Not until I figure out who--- what you are,” Sam replied.

“I am YOU!” the man replied. Well, he was more like a kid. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“How is that possible?” Sam asked, “You are clearly some kind of--- shapeshifter!”

“Shapeshifter? They don’t exist!” The kid scoffed. He then released a deep breath and said, “Look, I know this is crazy--”

“That’s an understatement”

The kid pointedly ignored him, “--BUT I think I somehow ended up in the future. I mean, look at you, you’re old.”

“Excuse you!” Sam balked.

“I mean, you’re older than me…”

“How are you so chill about this?”

“You’re freaking out enough for the both of us,” the kid replied.

***

It took Bucky a little more than a few hours to get there.

“Well, about damn ti--” Sam said, opening the door, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Bucky wasn’t alone.

Sam’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes widened when he saw the person beside Bucky. “What the fuck?” Just like Sam, there was a younger version of Bucky standing right in front of him.

Young Bucky pushed Buck aside and got in front of him. “Hey there, doll. I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can me Bucky,” young Bucky introduced himself and held out his hand in front of him.

Dumbfounded, Sam took his hand and shook it, but young Bucky held his hand for a little longer than necessary, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he kissed the top of his hand.

Behind him, Bucky let out a groan.

“Seriously? Do you flirt with everything on two legs?” Bucky asked, sounding exasperated.

“I don’t discriminate, Metal Man,” young Bucky replied

“Metal Man?” Sam raised an eyebrow

“He’s part Metal, part Man, so Metal Man,” young Bucky told him excitedly

“Wow, you really gave that a lot of thought,” Sam said sarcastically.

“Ha! I like y--” young Bucky stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened almost comically like a cartoon character. “Whoa,” he blinked at something behind Sam, and then, much to Sam’s surprise, he hip-checked him out of the way and invited himself into his apartment.

Sam turned around to find young Bucky carefully approaching young Sam.

“I think I’m in love,” he announced.

“What is happening?” Bucky asked. “Is that--”

“Yep, that’s the younger version of me,” Sam replied, looking at the kid in his military uniform.

“Shit… what is happening here?” Bucky asked again. “Where did they come from?”

“Hell if I know,” Sam replied.

Young Bucky was now on one knee in front of young Sam and staring up at him.

Sam could only see his younger self, who was staring back at young Bucky like he had hung the moon for him. And he suddenly seemed to have forgotten that he was tied to a chair.

“Hi,” young Sam whispered.

“Hi,” young Bucky replied. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky." He introduced himself but this time there wasn’t any flirtatiousness in his voice.

“I’m Samuel Thomas Wilson, but you can call me Sam.”

“Sam,” young Bucky repeated the name like he was testing it out. “You’re beautiful, Sam.”

Young Sam shyly looked down and bit down on his lips. “You’re not too bad-looking yourself,” he said.

“Sweetheart, do you have a dame or a fella in your life?” He asked.

“Dame or fella?” Sam whispered to Bucky, who just stood there stoic, not saying a word.

“No, I’m single,” young Sam replied. “I mean, this one guy just asked me out, but I was plucked from my timeline and thrown here before I could go on said date.”

“Well, I thank whatever god is out there for that,” said young Bucky. “I would have been really heartbroken if you were taken.”

“Why?” young Sam asked and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Because I think I may be in love with you.”

“What?!” Sam screeched

“Excuse me?!” Bucky asked at the same time.

Both Sam and Bucky looked at each other and rolled their eyes before turning back to the two young versions of themselves.

“I think I might reciprocate those feelings,” young Sam replied, much to Sam’s surprise. He doesn’t remember being this naïve and a complete dumbass.

“Great, they’re in love,” Buck grumbled beside him.

“They’re not in love… they’re just dumb kids,” Sam huffed.

“Which asshole tied you up like this?” Young Bucky asked as he untied Sam

“Him,” young Sam nodded towards Sam.

Young Bucky turned around and glared at him. “How dare you tie up the love of my life?”

“The love of your life?” Sam almost choked.

“Yes, Sam here is the one I have been looking for my whole life.” Bucky took young Sam’s hands as he stood up from the chair and the two of them stared at each other with love and awe. And then they were kissing...

Sam wasn’t sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but soon they were all over each other, kissing like they were two drowning men, holding onto each other for dear life.

“And now they’re kissing,” Bucky commented beside him.

“Wow, thanks for the commentary, Buck. I, of course, can’t see for myself that they’re kissing,” Sam scoffed.

“What do we do about them?” Bucky asked, clearing his throat.

The longer they kissed, the more awkward Sam felt, standing next to his best friend, who he most definitely didn’t want to kiss.

The two kids pulled apart from the kiss, but stayed close to each other and giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. They were whispering something to each other that Sam couldn’t hear.

“Have you ever thought about--” Sam didn’t finish his thought.

“About kissing you?” Bucky finished it for him. “Yes, I have.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Sam asked.

“Didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Bucky replied.

That made Sam chuckle. “I wouldn’t have kicked your ass. Not for that, anyway.”

Soon Bucky’s metal hand found its way to Sam’s, and he took it and intertwined their fingers.

Young Bucky and young Sam were kissing again and Sam suddenly had the urge to kiss his own Bucky. Their young versions soon pulled away and took each other’s hands before coming over to Sam and Bucky.

“We have decided that Sam is coming with me back to my timeline,” young Bucky informed them.

“Uh no, he’s not,” Sam replied. “You don’t exactly come from a tolerant time.”

“I have to agree with Sam,” Bucky chimed in.

“Fine! Then Bucky is coming with me,” young Sam huffed.

“He can’t,” Bucky told him. “He’s not from this universe.”

“What?!” Sam asked.

“He comes from a universe where Peggy Carter became the Captain, not Steve.”

“What the hell?” Sam blinked at young Bucky. A person from a whole other universe. That was crazier than his younger self coming here from the past.

“Wait, you’re friends with Captain America? You’re that Bucky Barnes?!” Young Sam asked, surprised.

“No, that’s him,” Sam said, pointing at his Bucky.

Young Sam completely ignored him and grinned at Bucky. “That’s the coolest thing ever. My boyfriend is a famous historical figure.”

“Your boyfriend?” Bucky, Sam’s Bucky, choked.

And then young Sam and young Bucky were kissing again.

“Wait till he finds out that you’re Captain America,” Bucky chuckled.

Sam glared at him in return. “We’re not telling them anything. We don’t know what the repercussions will be!”

Young Sam and young Bucky were so lost in each other that they didn’t even hear Sam and Bucky talking about them. The young ones finally pulled apart to catch a breath.

“I’m not going anywhere without him,” young Sam adamantly told him and took young Bucky’s hand again.

“I’m not going anywhere without him either,” added young Bucky. “I believe I was sent here to meet the love of my life.”

“He is not the love of your life,” Sam sighed. “You’re kids. How old are you again?”

“I’m 20!” Young Bucky replied.

“I’m 18,” said young Sam. “We’re not kids.”

“Metal Man and Not Sam--”

“Hey! I am Sam.” Sam glared at him.

Young Bucky smirked “Metal Man and Not Sam, you are going to figure out how to keep us together.”

“What?” Bucky and Sam asked at the same time.

“You’re gonna figure out a way to keep us together because if you don’t then we’ll just stay here and mess up your timeline,” young Sam added.

“This is a nightmare. This cannot be real,” Sam said, horrified.

[writingcryptid]

                           Hitman’s Guide To Retirement

“So that’s it? You’re not even going to try and fight?” “I have fought,” Knox slams his fist on the table, startling nearby diners, he continues in a hushed, acidic hiss, “God dammit, I’ve been fighting my whole life.”

working title: how to retire from killing for hire. genre: urban fiction / coming of age category: adult POV: 3rd person, unreliable narrators with potential POV shifts status: outlining / organizing / first draft* spotify playlist(s): general vibes.      *nothing is a permanent choice yet, still feeling things out.

themes, not limited to: grief, found family, older coming of age, healing from trauma, lost love, single fatherhood, morally gray characters, mental illness, cPTSD, trans/queer main cast.

content warnings: violence, familial abuse, blood, death/murder, use of guns/knives/fists, substance abuse, gratuitous swearing. will add more as i think of them.

vibes: a daytime thunderstorm that makes the sky look so dark it feels like night’s come early, the acrid feeling of whiskey hitting an empty stomach, knowing you don’t have much time left but wanting to make the most of it, except no one’s ever taught you how to do that quite right; nowhere feels quite like home, but the sound of the motorcycle engine and the empty highway ahead of you are as close to comfort as anything you’ve ever known. you feel calm in chaos, but you know you’re missing something vital in your life, and you want to find it — even if it means changing everything.

synopsis: Knox is tired. After spending most of his life working for Noah, a powerful man who didn’t want to get his own hands dirty, Knox has nothing in his life except insurmountable loss, and a bounty on his head. Rory, the surviving son of Noah, has made it his singular mission to see Knox killed, and he has just won the city’s seat as Mayor. Knowing he will no longer be able to stay safe in the city, Knox attempts escape only to be stopped by a small, sobbing girl tugging at his shirt. What follows is the story of a man who just wants to do what’s right with the rest of his time on earth, however he possibly can and a young girl who teaches him more about family than anyone else ever could.

main cast, so far...:

Knox. Thirty-two. Bisexual Trans Man. He/Him.

Homeless and orphaned by age nine, Knox spent some of his youth with kind souls who took pity on him only to disappear on them without warning. A man, Daniel, was trying to get out from under his boss, Noah Ritter, and thought training Knox to do what he did would be the trick to do it. He bought Knox’s trust with food, he trained Knox like a soldier, to kill without trace, and to feel no remorse for it. Except Knox could never quite get the “no remorse” part right. Now he is just trying to stay under the radar, and survive.

Rory Ritter. Thirty-Seven. Cis Het Man. He/Him.

The only son of Noah Ritter, Rory followed his father’s real estate mogul footsteps and took over the family business when Noah was killed. Rory has always been cold and ambitious, the pride of his father, he knew he was destined for greatness from a young age. He began running for office as soon as he was old enough to, and found easy success as he is charming when public facing. Privately, Rory is quick to anger and often cruel and unusual when lashing out.

Kimi. (pronounced Key-me) Eight. She/Her.

Kimi was given to her grandmother when she was just six months old, her young parents decided to elope without her, siting that the responsibility of parenthood was too great. Her grandmother loved her deeply, and instilled her with strong beliefs from a young age. Selectively mute, Kimi communicates mostly through writing and sign language. Though she’s young, she is generally very intuitive and knows who/what to avoid when exploring the city. She is never without a matted stuffed Peter Rabbit that was once her mother’s.

Samuel Highland. Thirty-Five. Gay Cis Man. He/Him.

A detective with some skeletons in his closet, Sam is about true justice. He despises Rory, and the Ritters, but is not popular with his chief or coworkers because of it. Though he doesn’t remember much, Sam knew Knox when they were young when his mother gave child Knox a place to stay. As an adult, Knox sought Sam out when he “retired” as an attempt to form amnesty over collectively taking the Ritters down. Sam is good natured but rough around the edges from a life of having to prove himself worthy constantly. He has a strong moral compass and cannot stand to see innocent people get harmed for greed.

Alicia Geldcrest. Forty-Two. Lesbian Trans Woman. She/Her.

Former personal assistant to Noah Ritter, Alicia is headstrong and extremely intelligent. After Noah’s death, Alicia decided to take the people loyal to her and create a sort of counter crew to fight Rory’s power. Alicia is the type to help anyone she thinks deserves it if she can.

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[awigglycultist]

Pulp Musicals The Brick Satellite pt 2 thoughts

Ooh timeskip

Some of the clay batches being perfect and other not is EXTREMELY sus

Uhm yeah this is also not sound good yikes this is going downhill quick

Stfu Charles you're the damn sabtour I know it

Ooh something about "one bad drip can lead to rust, one bad lie can shatter trust!one bad push can turn into a brawl" just ooh, I mean I enjoy all the "one bad" bits but this spefically I just really like

Omfg Urania Propitia I love it so much like the message if fucking great and I love these girls and they all sound so good together and the song is just great and just sounds so great too

Oh shit Through A Glass is also so good omgggg

They've built it!

"can we talk about why she called you Hershey and you call her Nova?" "No." KSIDHDBDSKDODJDLDB THE "why do they call you babygirl?" "how about we stop talking for a little while" ENERGY

"if I had a printing press I’d write a novel then I’d send a copy to The New York Sun, Thomas, spread the news" "and Benjamin, you too" "this just in: you’re missing all the fun" I was wondering if they'd make a reference to Benjamin at all and now I'm sad dammit

"LET'S GO!"

Party pooper Charles

Mariah Rose Faith Casillas <33

Oh Here is quite different than the rest of the songs and oh it's good what a villain song

Oh no he hates Americans and women

Charles no no

But again what a song that was great

"and I can share it with-" "oh Hershey!" oof rip Rose

Samuel and Margaret,,,, why ARE they gonna go from here

NEWTON'S SECOND LAW HOLY SHIT OMGGGGG AHHHH

Sorry Herschel and Ann were so easy to be fine with death?? No fighting back just "we've had a good run"

FUCK YEAH ROSE

"Rose thales Herschel's hand" "aren't you glad you asked me to come to South America with you?" "yes :)" "good :) THEN MOVE YOUR ASS" sjsodnd I love these two

OH YEAH SHE'S A GLOWING

Yippee the satellite works but also od DEAR GOD THEY INSIDE THE SATELLITE NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR IT TO WORK

This is my favorite like set of songs so far if that makes sense? This is my favorite part out of all of them including from ep 1? Get what I mean?

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 18 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I didn't even look at Emily or Jason or that stupid fucking Benjamin Hernandez as I rushed out of the movie theater.

Thank God my car started because I did not want to stay in that parking lot near Sam, any longer.

Driving a few blocks down, I had to stop at a stop sign but I put my car in park instead of continuing.

I just needed a minute.

I let out an unsteady breath, letting everything sink in.

"What the fuck just happened?" I yelled, running my fingers through my hair.

"Did I just...? And then Sam..? What the fuck?"

I covered my face with my hands.

"Oh my God. How could I let it get that far?"

I felt sick to my stomach like I was gonna throw up all over the dashboard of my car but the queasy stomach wasn't from the kiss, it was from the gut wrenching feeling knowing I cheated on Kaitlyn.

"What the hell is wrong with me. I'm dating Kaitlyn and I just...?"

And I just kissed Sam.

No, made out with Sam.

I didn't know why but I just couldn't bring myself to say that out loud.

I sank lower in my seat as I groaned.

'Remember when I talked about those 'butterfly feelings'?

Well, I now understand that feeling but instead of a bunch of butterflies, it was a colony of bats in my stomach when I kissed Sam.

I had never felt so much emotion through one kiss.

One passionate and aggressively hot kiss.

Fuck.

First getting off to imaging Sam then full on making out with him in a movie theater bathroom.

What kind of shit was I on?

A honk brought me back from my thoughts.

I sat up and looked in my rear-view mirror to see a red Hyundai Sonata waiting for me to go.

Couldn't they just give me a minute?

God dammit.

I sighed as I put my car in drive and drove away.

My dad was passed out on the couch when I got home.

Based on the number of empty beer bottles on the side table, I could only assume that the one in his hand is probably his sixth.

I went to the fridge to fetch myself a water bottle when my cell-phone started to vibrate continuously.

A picture of Sam shined through my screen.

I stared, for what felt like an hour, at the small green icon on my screen, telling me to answer his call.

It finally stopped ringing then a second after, a text popped up in my notifications.

To: Noah Wright [Please call me.] From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:27 PM]

Hell no.

I couldn't speak to him right now.

What the fuck would I even say to him?

DING

To: Noah Wright

[Noah, can we please talk? You didn't have to run off.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:27 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[I left my date.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:28 PM]

I gave in and tapped on the text which brought me into our messages.

To: Samuel Moretti

[What do you mean?]

From: Noah Wright [Today 10:29 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[I mean, I told Ben I just wanted to be friends.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:30 PM]

To: Samuel Moretti

[You shouldn't have done that for me.]

From: Noah Wright [Today 10:31 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[It wasn't just for you. I wasn't going to lead him on.]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:31 PM]

DING

To: Noah Wright

[Can you come over to my place, please? Can we can talk in person and not through texting?]

From: Samuel Moretti [Today 10:32 PM]

To: Samuel Moretti

[I'm with Kaitlyn.]

From: Noah Wright [Today 10:33 PM]

I left it at that and I watched the text bubbles pop up and I waited to see what he'd say next but the bubbles disappeared.

Good, he got the message.

I didn't want to talk about it.

I clicked my cell-phone off and shoved it in my back pocket.

I went to my bedroom and laid in my bed and groaned into my pillow.

What am I going to do when I see Sam at school?

But I didn't have time to dwell on it as a familiar sound from my phone went off, notifying me that I had a text.

I looked at the screen and read Kaitlyn's name.

I punched in my code: 0713, to unlock my phone and read my text.

Mine and Kaitlyn's anniversary date.

'Ugh, I hated myself.'

[abarbaricyalp]

Idk if you are still taking prompts, but you know the vine two dudes chilling in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they're not gay, and a girl quoting it in a park about two girls in the distance and one of them hearing and going "Actually I am gay" Like that scenario, only involving them fixing the boat? Maybe Sarah quoting it to give Sam shit when she thinks Bucky cant hear and Bucky goes "Wait, no I'm gay" or something, or just the general gist of that. Sorry if this us too specific, I've never sent anyone a prompt before :P

Hello Friend! Thank you so much for sending anything in at all! I know the vine you're talking about, but I couldn't find it on Youtube. (I did find a two day rabbit hole of old compilations though) This was also my first foray into writing Sarah as a fully fleshed character! I was excited to get the practice 'cause I had an idea bouncing around in my head about her and Bucky talking after he wakes up in the Wilson house. I kept her a little more like she had been in my other fics pre-show here. I so wish we got a little more of her!

Feel free, anyone, to send me Sambucky prompts!

The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation

Sarah Wilson loved her brother deeply. The kind of soul crushing love that could only be formed through family, loss, and approximately four thousand brawls around the living room throughout their life. She looked up to her brother more than she could ever imagine looking up to anyone. Even when they were fighting or picking on each other, she couldn’t help but feel a swell in her chest when he came into her line of sight.

That didn’t mean she understood him. In fact, from the age of eight, watching her brother interact with the world had become her go-to pastime. Why did he have to roll every pea around the plate individually before eating them? Why did he and his friends spend seven years socking each other in the arm to prove friendship? Why did he talk to himself in the mirror, even when he knew Sarah or someone else was standing in the doorway?

Sam Wilson was just deeply weird. She had no idea how he had tricked the Avengers, a plethora of bad guys, and half of the media world into thinking he was remotely cool. She saw a news story once that had King T’Challa standing on a platform with Sam and the newscasters talked about how impressive Sam’s suit was. It was unnatural, the effect he had on people.

And in all her years, she never thought she’d see anyone weirder than Sam. But then James Barnes had showed up. It was like a complete reversal of Sam. Sarah was taken in for approximately three hours by his charm and face before she realized he too was deeply, deeply weird.

She justified sitting on the edge of the Paul and Darlene, watching her brother and James Barnes spar off about some dumb trivia fact, by deciding it was an anthropological expedition. The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation. She watched Sam watch Barnes take a long pull off his beer. She watched Barnes kick his feet up near Sam’s legs and then draw them back quickly when a current jolted the boat. She watched Barnes’ fingers tap-tap-tap against the edge of the boat, inching closer to Sam’s shoulder before he chickened out and brought his hand back to his own lap. She watched Sam suggest Bucky take his jacket off, ‘unless you plan on sun blinding me with the robocop arm.’ She watched Sam look away when Barnes did shrug his jacket off.

When she was seventeen and Sam was fifteen, she had found Sam crying in his room, pillow pressed to his face to muffle the noise. They were at the age where going into each other’s rooms uninvited started international conflicts, but Sarah, who watched her brother intently, felt like she knew what was going on. So she let herself in through their Jack-and-Jill bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Sam didn’t stop crying, not even to yell at her to get out, so she sat on the end of his bed and rolled a baseball under her foot for a while. Finally, she’d said, “You don’t have to tell Mom and Dad, y’know.”

Sam had just about wailed and bit the corner of his pillow to stop himself.

“That’s gross, stop it,” Sarah ordered and pushed Sam’s shoulder back enough to yank his pillow free and then reached over to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “I should make you do the laundry this week so I know I’m not touching your snot germs,” she teased softly.

“How did you know?” Sam hiccuped out. Tears were still brimming at his eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“I’m your older sister. I made you. Like a doll. You think there’s something about you that I don’t know?” she joked. And when the tears did spill over his long lashes, she sighed and pulled him closer to her side. “I just know the way you interact with that boy from the basketball team ain’t just friendly.”

“Jesus, do you think he can tell?” Sam asked and she could hear the mortification in his voice.

“Sam, he’s a freshman in high school. The only thing he knows is that he’s scared of everything too. No one’s paying that much attention to you.”

“Screw you,” Sam muttered.

“What’re all these tears for you if you didn’t make a move and get shot down?”

“God, Sarah, can you not say things like that?”

“Watch your mouth,” Sarah warned with no heat in her voice. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. I’m not leaving until you do.”

“I just…” Sam sat up and worked his jaw for a while. His chin dimpled and his eyes watered but he managed to control himself. “I’m scared, Sarah. I’m scared of never being in love. Of having to leave if I am. I’m scared to say something and I’m scared not to say something. I’m so scared of...losing any of it.”

“Sam,” Sarah sighed and pulled Sam into another hug. “You’re fifteen. You’re not supposed to be in love yet. You don’t have to think about any of that. You just have to focus on passing Geometry, alright? Mom’ll whoop your ass more for failing than anything else.”

“I have a B+, that’s not failing!” Sam snapped. He kept his face against her shoulder for a second long before he sat up and wiped his tears away. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who am I gonna tell? I told you, my friends don’t like you as much as you think they do.”

“Your friends like me more than they like you,” Sam shot back and he almost sounded normal.

Sarah smiled softly and patted Sam’s cheek. “I won’t tell Mom or Dad. Of course not. That’s for you to do. But--”

“I’m always going to tell them when you sneak out the window.”

“No! Sam! You can’t! You owe me now!”

“Going to field parties is not the same thing!” Sam said in a shriek as Sarah leaned over to pinch his sides. They grappled for a second before Sam managed to push Sarah off the bed.

“You owe me,” she reminded him as she walked back to the bathroom.

Sam wiped his eyes again and nodded. “Sure, Sarah. I do.”

Sam almost had the same look on his face now. Like there was something he wanted to reach for that he thought was too impossible to hold. The Older Sister Instinct to Antagonize into a Solution kicked in.

“Two bros, chilling on a boat, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay,” she sing-songed. Sam looked mortified again but masked his face into something more irritated with a roll of his eyes when Barnes looked over at him.

“Ignore her. It’s this old video--” Sam started.

But Bucky interrupted to say, “Actually I am gay,” as he looked back over at Sarah. “Sorry if I got your hopes up,” he added with a grin that really did get the hopes up.

“What?” Sam asked and Sarah, ever watchful, could see the beer bottle shaking in his hand.

“What?” Bucky repeated innocently.

“He said he’s gay,” Sarah clarified.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Sam ground out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Bucky snorted. “When would I have said anything? ‘Sorry for ripping your wings off and kicking you off of a hellicarrier, by the way I’m gay.’?”

“You did what?” Sarah asked.

“‘Sorry for claiming I didn’t bomb the UN only to be reverted back to the assassin who would have done that and then fighting you again. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Thanks for saving my life. Sorry about the giant undersea prison. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘There’s an imminent battle with weird ass space dogs that want to eat our faces. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Sorry about Tony Stark, whose life I kind of ruined. Lovely funeral. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘I’m in the middle of being pissed at you about the Shield. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Maybe don’t take me rolling through a field of flowers. It does things to me ‘cause I’m gay.’ ‘John Walker’s fucking insane. I’m gay, but definitely not for this bullshit.’ I mean, come on, Sam.”

“Flowers?” Sarah asked.

“Besides, why would you care? I don’t make it a habit of telling straight guys I’m into guys.”

“You don’t seem to make a habit of telling many people that,” Sarah pointed out. “I googled you. Nothing suggesting that came up.”

Bucky shrugged. “I’m a guy from the 30s. It was trained out of me.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sarah said quickly. “Back up away from that because we’re not gonna try to Oppression Olympics our way through our histories. Did you just say Sam was straight?”

“Sarah!” Sam hissed.

“Sure. I mean, I saw him with Romanov. Hill. He has Tinder on his phone.”

“Samuel Thomas, you better not,” Sarah warned lightly. “You’re better than that.”

“He’s a lady-killer.”

Sarah snorted and had to bring her hand up to her face. “He definitely is not. There has been no lady-killing on his end for a long time.”

“Sarah!” Sam tried again.

“You explain it to him then. Mr. 30s is gonna need the long way round explanation.”

Sam sighed and dragged his hand over his face. “Dammit. Fine. I’m not straight either, alright? I’m...bi, or something. It’s been a while since I’ve had to think about it.”

“What?” Bucky asked, not unlike Sam had.

“He said he’s bisexual. Interested in both parties. Swings either way. Hit a homerun and then hasn’t really swung since.”

“Sarah, Jesus Christ,” Sam groaned.

“What?” Bucky asked again.

“I was engaged. To a man,” Sam said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked, clearly missing the irony.

“Oh, it was inconvenient for you but I had plenty of opportunities, huh?” Sam asked. “Ms. Tell-It-All over there wasn’t joking. I haven’t swung any direction in a while. Not since before I met Steve. My fiance died. And then it never came up.”

Bucky blinked at Sam. He kept bringing the bottle halfway up his body and then setting it back on his leg without ever taking a drink. “Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry,” Bucky said, which was not what Sarah was expecting and it clearly wasn’t what Sam was expecting because Sam finally moved closer to Bucky on the bench.

“What for? You didn’t do anything. This time.”

“Yeah, but if I’d known you were into me too, I woulda kissed you in Germany.”

“Oh, I am so not into you,” Sam denied. “And I wouldn’t have our first kiss ruined by immediately running into the government’s roving show monkey.”

“That’s the worst,” Bucky agreed and also finally moved over on the bench until they were pressed thigh to thigh. “Tell me how much you don’t like me again,” he challenged.

“I can’t stand you,” Sam answered and brought his hand up to Bucky’s jaw.

Sarah couldn’t fight down the grin that came to her face and turned to prop her feet on the pier, back to Sam and Bucky. Just this once, she didn’t need to watch her brother to understand him.

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[twinkleallnight]

Queen of Hearts

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 793

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Characters: Olivia, Drake, Liam, Max

Rating: Teen/ PG

Warning: None.

A/N: 4-in-1 @choicesfebchallenge day14 @wackydrabbles prompt 81 in bold. @choicesficwriterscreations for cfwc silly love stories Day 14 @sunday-romance in bold.

A/N2: Special thanks to @ao719 . The discussion with you helped take this fic in a right direction.

It was an early February morning when Ms Samuel scurried through the palace doors to the quarter assigned for the orphaned Nevrakis’. It had been 10 months since her new role as a caretaker for the teenage girl, Olivia Nevrakis, who was very sharp, intelligent and a no-nonsense child. Ms Samuel felt like dealing with a mini adult in form of Olivia and she enjoyed the challenge of her job thoroughly.

She laid down the dresses she had prepared for Olivia for the special day. She hoped that the growing Duchess would choose the scarlet red one.

Olivia walked out of the bathroom and gave a glance to the spread-out fabrics on her bed. She went to her wardrobe and instead pulled out another one.

“Get this black one ready, please.” Olivia directed.

“But red is your favourite colour.” Ms Samuel tried to reason.

“So?”

“And it’s Valentine’s day?”

“All the more reason to wear black. I don’t like to share the colour I wear. And the whole world will be in god dammit red today.”

Ms Samuel raised her brows at the weird logic of this adolescent. But ended up politely, “Language my child.”

“I am sorry. I hate this day.”

“Okay I well set the black one. Your wish.”

“Thank you.” Olivia curtsied in the royal manner that she was trained to be. But Ms Samuel always found sarcasm in her act. Once again, she ignored the gesture and collected the garments she had brought along. She walked out of the young Nevrakis’ bedroom and let out a sigh.

Olivia was dressed in her trousers adorned with a black leather jacket over a loose white shirt. She looked more like a spy on mission quite in contrast to the elegantly dressed girls of her age. She was in front of her locker when Drake leaned against the lockers and asked her. “Would you like to go on a horse ride?”

“Where?”

“Nowhere in special. We can be at the stud farm and I can have a picnic set up for just the two of us.” Drake gave out his plans trying to sound bland.

“And why ‘just the two of us’ thing?” she air- quoted.

“Because it’s the V – day.” He stated as if it was obvious.

Olivia smirked. “Drop the act Drake. You can’t even say the name of the day without feeling uncomfortable. We are not the types who celebrate your ‘V-Day’.” She again air quoted feeling disgusted at the idea.

Drake straightened up, “Okay so we just hang around at the café after classes like always.”

“We will see.”

She turned and strutted away. She had hardly gone round the corner when she saw Liam approaching her with a wide smile. He pulled out the red rose he was hiding behind his back and gifted it to her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Olivia.”

She rolled her eyes swearing under her breath. ‘Not again!’

“Would you be my Valentine?” Liam bowed and asked with utmost sincerity.

“Noooo!” Olivia almost screamed. She looked across her shoulder and saw that Drake had followed her and was standing close behind. “What’s wrong with you guys? Can’t you find a dumb girl in whole of Cordonia to play your stupid game?”

Liam looked at her a bit confused but covered up his hurt emotions and stood with straight face.

“My apologies, Olivia. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“That’s fine.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we get over with it and move on now.”

“Sure, after you.” Liam let her lead the way. He joined steps with Drake. Both of them looked at each other and shook their head.

“This is a lot harder than it looks.” Drake muttered.

Suddenly Max rushed through the corridors and barged through the space between Liam and Drake. He sprinted to Olivia and thumped his hand on her back with a loud call, “Hey Livs! Look what I got.”

She kept walking not waiting for another stupid offer. Max stepped in front of her but she won’t stop. He started walking backwards, matching her stride. He flashed a key in front of her.

“The key to the Beaumont armoury!” He shrieked.

“Wow.” Olivia was instantly all ears.

“Bertrand gave it to me with a condition that I won’t break anything. Let go and check out those blades. We can play dart with real knives too!”

“What time?” Olivia checked her cell phone quickly for the schedule.

“After the Cordonian history class? You can take a turn on riding my bike if you want. Plan?”

“Plan.” She high-fived with Max. He put his hand across her shoulder and both of them started walking to the class. He turned his head and winked at his friends. Liam and Drake stood dumbfounded.

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The Date

One of my anon sweeties had another Haikyuu request. This one is for Aone and lemme tell you, this was interesting. So this is my take on him. This is a college AU. I hope you like it. 

<3 requests are open

19. “Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve as I’ve done from the start.”- 

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic by Sleeping At Last

“Hey Aone! How are you today?” Aone’s stomach dropped. He couldn’t believe that you were talking to him. Most people were honestly scared of him because he was so large and didn’t talk much. He also had kind of a menacing face. He had no idea how to respond. He just gave you a really awkward smile. ‘Dammit, she is going to think I’m weird. UGH.’ 

“Well see you around!” You flashed a smile in his direction and bounced off in the direction of your next class. You knew Aone from high school, so when you found out he was going to the same university you were really happy. He was always a nice guy, but he intimidated a lot of people. You always thought he was super cute and today was no exception. His platinum blonde hair had grown out a little big and hung in shaggy curls around his face. He had on his university volleyball jacket and a pair of jeans. You could see that he was muscular the way the fabric clung to his body. He hadn’t changed much, but somehow managed to get more handsome as time went on. 

Aone stood there in silence as you walked away from him. He had a crush on you since high school. ‘She is so pretty. Oh my God I have got to talk to her again.’ He had no idea what your next class was, but he knew he had to run into you again. This time he was going to ask you out. ‘Come one Aone.You can do this shit.’

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Your professor had dismissed class. You grabbed your backpack and headed out of the building to see none other than Aone again. “Hey stranger! I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages,” you giggled and flashed him a warm smile. A blush started to creep to he cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay Aone, if I see you after my next class I am going to think you’re following me.” Aone gave a low nervous laugh and continued to rub the back of his neck. 

‘Come on Aone, ask her out.’

“Uh Y/N you look great today.” 

‘Dumbass.’

You blushed a little and gave Aone a giggle. “Thanks Aone, you’re really sweet.” You reached out and touched his arm. The sea of people on campus had died down and it was just you two standing there. The silence was awkward, but you still smiled at him. 

“Um, I, erm-” Aone started to talk and then stopped. He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled. “So, there’s this really cool movie playing Saturday night and I wanted to know if you may want to go with me. If you don’t I totally get it, I mean it doesn’t have to be a date or anything I just thought--” You put your hand up stopping Aone mid sentence. ‘Shit she is going to say no. Way to fucking go.’

“I would love to Aone. Meet me in front of my building at 6:00 and we can walk there together. I live in Samuel Hall.” You smiled in his direction. “Here’s my number…” You grabbed his hand and scribbled your number with your pen on his hand. The electricity buzzed between you as you ran the pen over his skin. He smiled at the feeling of your small soft hand on his. 

“I’ll see you then. Text me Aone!” You wiggled your fingers goodbye and headed off toward your next class. 

‘She said yes. You did it.’ He let himself smile a big smile and immediately put your number in his phone. ‘Now I just have to worry about not making myself look like a huge dumbass on the date.’ He swallowed nervously and rocked back and forth on his feet. He couldn’t wait for Saturday to see you again.