#luckily it’s not a huge slice but it’s deep enough to bleed quite a bit

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In a STAGGERING feat, I have managed to give myself YET ANOTHER pasta related injury. That’s 2 in one calendar year folks, that has to be some kind of record.

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My One Good Thing (Requested)

Prompt by @angeredcrow​: I'm plus size with multiple physical and mental health issues (diabetes, hbp, bipolar, borderline personality disorder). Guys don’t go for women like me. But I was wondering if you could do a one-shot about Sam or Dean digging someone like me in spite of all the health issues, please and thank you

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2959

Warnings: Self-doubt, angst, insecurities, fluff, language

A/N: I loved this idea and I chose Sam because I can picture him loving someone regardless of their self-doubts a little easier than Dean. He’s not as tough on the exterior as Deano

Requests are OPEN! Masterlist | Prompt list

Feedback is always welcomed

-Monique

Life has handed you some dirty hands and you weren’t sure why. You had so many health issues, you couldn’t keep up with it all! But there was one person who seemed to stick with your through everything; Sam Winchester.

Your life wasn’t always this rough. Growing up, you had a relatively normal upbringing. Two parents, both working, a sibling or two, seemingly perfect “apple-pie life.” All that changed, however, when you went to college. You managed to score a full-ride scholarship to Stanford; you’re dream school. Something about Stanford just drew you in and when you applied and got accepted, you felt as though it was all a dream.

On the first day of your freshman year, you had an English Literature 101 class where you met a guy, roughly the same age as you, but a giant! When he came into the room, everyone looked at him and jaws dropped to the floor; he was HUGE! His eyes scanned over the room, until they landed on an empty-seat, right next to you. He began to approach you and you felt your heart race. He was extremely attractive; shortish brown hair that shaped the sides of his face perfectly, broad shoulders and piercing eyes that were a mix of brown, green, and gray. When he was close enough to you, he smiled at you and took the seat next to you.

“Hi.” He said simply but that alone was enough to slay you in your very seat.

“Hi.” It was all you could squeak out. This man already had a major effect on you and you spoke one word to him!

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N.” You spoke quietly.

“Nice to meet you, y/n, I’m Sam. Is this your first year?”

Words had suddenly quit working in your head so all you gave was a small nod.

“Me too. I’m studying law; hope to be the best lawyer of the decade!” He pronounced proudly and you couldn’t help smiling at how confident he was. Before you could say anything else, the class started. Throughout the lecture, you and Sam would steal glances at each other, until it came time to read through the text.

“Crap.” You muttered under your breath.

“Do you not have your books?” Sam asked.

“No, they-they haven’t come in yet.” You admit, crimson peaking out on your cheeks.

“Here, you can share with me.” He says, scooting his chair closer to you so you both could see the text. With him this close, you could smell his intoxicating cologne and you could see the slightest bit of facial hair sprouting out around his chin and cheeks.

Ten Years Later

“Whoa, what the hell?!” Dean cried out, looking around to see a vamp had tried to slice off his head, but he ended up missing. With a sword in hand, Dean clears the monsters' head right off his shoulders as it drops to the ground.

“Well, that came out of absolutely nowhere.” He said to his younger brother, who had just fought off his vamps.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Sam replied.

“HELP ME!” The sound of a female’s voice pleading for help reached the brothers' ears and they quickly jumped to their feet. They ran to where the voice was coming from and saw a girl about Sam’s age, doubled over and bleeding from her abdomen.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I-I just need to look at your wound.” Sam said, bending down to the girls�� level so he could take a better look at her. He went to grab her shirt to lift it off the injury but she flinched and moved back further against the wall.

“You can’t look at me!” She cried and hid her face in her hands.

“It’s okay, I can help.” He said and reached for her shirt. To fully see the extent of her injuries, Sam had to lift the girl’s shirt to just under her bra. Her cheeks flushed as the man examined where she was bitten due to her exposed bra. She watched him inspect her and was amazed when he didn’t say anything about her weight. Most everyone else would’ve.

“Well the wound goes quite deep; we need to take you to get you some help. Luckily, my brother and I live in Bunker where we have all the supplies one would ever need to heal any wounds. Unless of course, they were internal, then we’d take you to a doctor, but you don’t seem to have any broken bones.” He rambled on and all the while, you spaced out, focusing more on his face and the way his eyebrows would knit together in a look of concern. You had seen the same look, only once before but it wasn’t easy to forget. It couldn’t be.

“Sam?” You questioned as the taller man stopped talking to his brother and he looked down at you.

“Yes?” He asks.

“It’s me, Y/N.”

“Oh my God, Y/N.” He said and bent down to wrap you in a tight embrace.

“Ow, Sam.” You say and wince at the pain that cut through your stomach. He mumbled a “sorry” and nervously rubbed the back of his neck; he always did that.

“You two know each other?” Dean asks, looking between his brother and the girl.

“Yeah Dean this is y/n, she was the first friend I made at Stanford. She was my best friend.” Sam says, introducing the bleeding girl.

“Oh, was this the girl before Jess?” Dean asked in all innocence before Sam slapped his face.

“Fuck Dean, you’re not supposed to tell her that!” Sam scolded his older brother.

“Who’s Jess?” You ask.

“Oh, Jessica was the love of Sammy’s life! But that was after he knew you. You were the first girl Sammy loved.”

Your mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water, as Dean’s words sunk in your head. You were Sam’s first love? When you two were in school together, you never realized just how much you meant to him. Sure, you were the best of friends, but you never knew he loved you. Sam’s eyes met yours and he was silent for a short time, just soaking in your response before he spoke up.

“Well, that was a long time ago.” And that had broken your heart, for you always loved Sam. So you swallow your feelings, curtly nod your head at the taller man who looked down at you with a sorrowful look but pressed on.

“Right, let’s get you patched up and back on your feet, kid,” Dean said, lifting you under your arms and wrapped one of your arms around him as you hobbled alongside him to the side of his car. He helped you into the backseat, making sure you weren’t in too much discomfort, before rounding behind the car to where his brother stood. And with a giant WHACK! Dean smacked the boy who looked like he just stepped on a puppy, hard in the side.

“What the hell Dean?!” He yelled, rubbing his now pained arm.

“What the hell? Seriously, Sammy?” Dean looks at Sam with his brother’s famous bitch face.

“What?” He asks.

“That girl loves you and you just let her down right there! Instead of telling her that you never stopped talking about her over all these years, you pretend that none of those feelings were even real and did you let her down easily? No! You fucking dropped her like she was a sack of flour! She’s been through hell today and then you tell her that?! Jesus, Sammy!” Dean scolded his younger brother, much like their father would do.

“Okay, okay, geez, you don’t have to be like Dad, ya know,” Sam said in his defense.

“I do if you’re being a dumb ass, which you are! Why didn’t you tell her you still love her?!”

“Because I don’t know if I still do, Dean!”

Silence. Not a single sound except the sounds of chirping insects and the occasional car passing by filled the air.

“Look, obviously I feel something towards her. I haven’t seen her in ten years! But I don’t know anything beyond that. I would be blind if I didn’t at least find her attractive but so do you and that’s the truth.”

Sam huffed and sat in the passenger seat, waiting for his brother to take his rightful place. Doing so, Sam avoiding any other contact with Dean or y/n in the background, as the car’s engine roared to life and away the three went.

Upon arrival, Castiel was quick to meet the brothers and the girl at the car to wrap one of y/n’s arms around his shoulder, the other around Dean’s, so they could lead her inside. Sam trailed behind the trio, terrified of getting too close.

“Let’s set her on the table,” Cas said, as he and Dean cleared away the large dining room table, leaving plenty of room for the new patient. Sam kept his distance, peering around the side of the wall, but made sure he could still see what was happening.

“Alright, this is going to hurt. You may want to grab ahold of something.” Castiel warned the girl and the first thing she thought of grabbing, was the hand of the man she loved, but she knew that was not an option. So, his brother, who stood right beside her, grabbed her hand and she clutched it to her chest. Soon, Castiel was pouring some alcohol into the wound, causing y/n to scream out in pain. Sam’s heart broke at the sound, feeling helpless in the situation, but that was just the beginning of her ordeal. Since the wound covered the majority of her stomach, she would arch her back as the sensation of absolute pain sliced throughout her body; she couldn’t stay still.

“Sweetheart, you have to stop moving,” Dean whispered in her ear, and Sam felt jealousy coursing through his veins but knew it was not the time to let that get to his head. She tried her best to listen to the eldest Winchester but it was irrelevant at this point. Tears streamed down her sweet face, the one that looked as though it never aged a single day, and Sam couldn’t stand to be near her, for fear of what exactly he might do.

A few hours later and the procedure was done. It took longer than Castiel has anticipated but he worked as hard and quickly as he could. The left side of her body and part of her middle section was wrapped up in bandages and stitches, as she lay before the angel and Dean. They picked her up, once more cautious of not further hurting her or ruining the handiwork of the angel and took her to an empty bedroom, just diagonal of Sam’s room. Dean came out of the room, shutting the door behind him, and shook his head at Sam.

“Could you at least go check on her? Stop being scared and show that you care.” Venom was heard as Dean spoke and Sam knew he was right. He decided to go in and see the girl he cared about more than even himself, and check on her.

“Y/N?” He spoke in a soft voice as he peeked his head into the room.

“Sam? Come in.” She said and soon, Sam felt as though he was a child who had done something, he knew he shouldn’t.

“H-how are you feeling?” He said, sitting at the foot of her bed.

“Well considering I’m wrapped in stitches and band-aids, I’m not doing too well, but the pain isn’t as bad as it was when I first got hurt.” She explained and chuckled at the nervous man before her.

“T-that’s good.”

“Sam? What’s wrong with you? I know you better than this. Why were you avoiding me? Am I that repulsive to you? I mean I know I’ve gained a lot of weight since you saw me last, I’m sick and suffering from mental shit just as much as physical shit, but I thought that didn’t matter to you. Maybe I was wrong. People change, right?” You play with the hem of your shirt before Sam came up with his rebuttal.

“No, no, Y/N, that is not true! I-I don’t know exactly how I feel right now, because I can’t believe it’s you and after all these years. I want to believe that you were brought here for some reason but you know me; never one to believe in fairytales or fate. But what I do know, is that you are just as beautiful to me today as you were ten years ago. I still see you with your headphones over your ears, probably listening to the newest songs on the radio, a book opened before you and a pencil between your teeth. That English class kicked your ass at first but you were so strong and brave, and you made the highest grades in that class. I was so proud of you, knowing you were going to change the world, and yes, I did fall in love with you. But life came up and shit happened. I had to leave school immediately after I graduated, unable to continue my plans to be a lawyer and I am so glad I gave up that life, because I wouldn’t be saving people and then I wouldn’t have run into you and wouldn’t be here figuring out that I do still love you.”

A silence broke Sam’s thought as he suddenly realized that all those feelings he had for you and was unable to do anything about, were still there, but this time, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by.

“Yes. I do love you, Y/N. I always have and there hasn’t been a day that I didn’t think of you. Every single day I would think of what life had given to you, if you got married, had kids, lived that perfect apple pie life we both dreamed of having. I wasn’t able to have it but I knew you’d have it. Now, I see that you didn’t have that life either, and I’m so glad you don’t. Because I want you to live this life with me. No, I don’t want you to see the hunter side of me but I want you to see everything else I do in this life. I’ve been through a lot and all I want to do is share that with someone, besides my brother or friends. I need someone to hold me after a bad hunt, someone who will love me through everything, and I want that to be you, Y/N. So, what do you say?”

“Yes, Sam. I want to live the rest of this crazy hunter life with you. I’ve always loved you too but was too scared to say anything, even now. I hate myself, with all my sicknesses, but you still love me and that’s what I need in life. I’ve had a lot of shit handed to me and I just need someone to reassure me of the opposite of what my head is telling me. I need you, Sam; my one good thing.”

You stretched up to place your lips on his and he immediately fell into a rhythm with you. Without really noticing, he had pushed you back against the headboard, making it easier for him to gain dominance of your lips and made it more comfortable for you. His lips were soft and gentle with yours at first, the neediness of the kiss growing the longer you went on. Ten years of pent up emotions were finally being released and your heart soared as you had your one good thing. Sure, your relationship wasn’t going to be easy but Sam loved you no matter what you thought about yourself. He thought you to be beautiful, someone he could count on to hold him and encourage him after a bad day, someone he could be goofy with, laugh or cry with, and you promised him that you were going to be that person with this kiss.

“It’s about damn time!” Dean’s voice suddenly echoed in the room, pulling you and Sam apart. You blushed but Sam just winked at you, finding your embarrassment adorable.

“Yeah, yeah, you were right Dean, blah, blah, blah. Can I just have a little alone time with my girl, please?” Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows as he hinted at what was to come.

“Sure, but use protection and don’t be too loud; I’m talking to you Y/N! I’ve heard you scream and trust me; it hurts the ears.”

“DEAN!” You yell mortified and hid in your boyfriends' shirt, his body covering your red cheeks. The door shut and Sam moved to look down at you.

“Is he gone?” You ask, looking at Sam with big, doe-like eyes.

“Yes baby, he’s gone. It’s just you and me.” He pecks your lips before pulling back to look at you again.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’ve been waiting so long to prove it to you.” He said.

“I love you too, Sam.”

And that night, Dean was left spending the night downstairs in the den because the sounds of you and Sam were too much for Dean; he knew he wasn’t going to be sleeping soon if he stayed put.

“Son of a bitch!” He yelled as he grabbed a pillow and blanket and made his way downstairs; you and Sam laughing at his misery.

“The night is still young my love,” Sam said, attaching his lips to yours once more as you two began round two.

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Whumptober day 11

Fandom: Stranger Things Characters: Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair (supporting: Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers) Warnings: Blood, minor injury

Prompt: Stitches

Summary: Erica and Lucas fight a lot but in the end, they’re family

Notes: First time writing Erica, I hope she is IC. Also very rough and off-the-cuff.

Fun fact: the idea for the injury is actually taken from the same happening to me (glass (bottle), tiled kitchen floor, shard to the leg). Mine was not quite so severe as I made it for poor Erica here but I still have the scar.

"Hey!"

Lucas smiled at her. "Hi!" He grabbed Max's hand and pulled her towards him, giving her a quick kiss. When he let her go again, his face clouded over, though. "I'm sorry, Max, I can't come out today."

"Huh?" Max raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. "Did you get grounded?"

Lucas rolled his eyes. "I'd actually prefer that," he grumbled. Louder, he continued: "No, Mom and Dad had to go to some appointment they forgot about, so--" he hooked his thumb over his shoulder towards the living room, "I'm stuck with her."

From behind him, she could hear Erica's voice: "Screw you, Lucas!"

Max laughed. "Babysitting?" At his answering nod, she smiled and gave him a little push into the house. "I'll help. We can just hang out here."

His face lit up, and he seized her hand again, squeezing it. "You're awesome – thank you."

Max just nodded – it was not much of a sacrifice. As much as she liked going to the arcade and hanging out with the rest of the Party, there was a reason Lucas was her boyfriend, after all. Time spent with him was always enjoyable.

Plus, even though Erica antagonised Lucas at every turn, Max actually liked her. She was an unstoppable bundle of self-confidence and sass and able to take down her boyfriend a peg or two which he sometimes needed. Max couldn't be solely responsible for that.

She trailed behind Lucas into the living room where Erica was curled up on the couch and was watching something on TV. "Max and I are going up to my room," he told her, "so call if you need anything. Remember, one hour, and then you turn the TV off, understood?"

Erica rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah," she answered. "Hi Max!"

"Hi Erica!" Max smiled at her. "How's everything?"

"Well, apart from being stuck here with this dumbass, as if I need a babysitter ..." Erica waved lazily at her brother, "things are good. Go suck face with him, so he leaves me alone."

Lucas groaned. "Eeeerica ..." He pulled her name apart like chewing gum.

"Luuucas," she mimicked him. "What's your problem? Go spend time with your girlfriend, so you don't have to bother me, and I don't bother you."

Lucas threw up his hands. "That's all I want!"

"Well, then you have it!"

Max watched the back-and-forth with a raised eyebrow, amused. She never got tired of watching those two bicker because it never escalated above complaining and mild insults. What a difference to her home life ... But finally, she took Lucas' arm and pulled him away. "Come on, let's go suck face or something!" She grinned up at him and then back at Erica who mimed throwing up but then flashed her a bright grin.

They spent the next half hour or so in his room (not only sucking face, thank you very much) when suddenly a loud crash disrupted the relative quiet of the house. Lucas looked up, frowning. "What's the plague doing now?" he murmured. The next moment, a wail rose up from below, and Max sat up on Lucas' bed. "That--" She didn't even manage to finish the sentence before Lucas was already up and across the room, wrenching the door open. She scrambled to follow him as quickly as she could.

When she reached the Sinclairs' kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracks. Erica sat on the floor, her hands wrapped around her right leg, crying up a storm, and there was blood smeared all over the kitchen tiles, mixed with the cold glitter of broken glass. Lucas was crouched before his sister, his eyes wide, his hands hovering over her leg. "Erica, calm down," he pleaded with her, "tell me what happened, where are you hurt?"

Max quickly crossed the remaining distance and dropped into a crouch next to them, placing a calming hand on the younger girl's arm. "Let us see," she urged her.

Erica hiccupped but finally managed to unwrap her hands from her leg. "It's bleeding so much," she whimpered. "Make it stop, Lucas!"

Lucas gave Max a helpless look but took a deep breath and pulled Erica's hands carefully away from her leg. There was a long, deep slice running up her leg from her ankle, bleeding freely. "Oh shit, Erica, how did you do that?!"

"I didn't do it on purpose, you idiot! I dropped a glass!" A bit of her usual spark lit up in Erica's eyes but was quickly extinguished as she bit her lip, fresh tears welling up. "It really, really hurts," she sobbed, and it reminded Max painfully that for all her precocious lip, Erica was still only ten years old.

She looked from the wound which was really bleeding a lot to her boyfriend. She was good at first aid but this looked as if it needed more than a plaster or even a bandage ... "We should get you to the hospital," she said. "That could need stitches."

Erica blanched and grabbed Lucas' sweater, hiding her face against his chest. "No!" she wailed. "No, I don't want that!"

Lucas rubbed her back and looked uncertainly from her to Max and down at the wound again. "Hey, Erica, Max knows a lot about first aid. When she says you need a hospital, I'm sure she's right," he told her. "And you want it to stop bleeding and hurting, don't you?"

Max squeezed Erica's arm in sympathy. "I'll grab your first aid kit so we can bandage it for the time being," she said to Lucas. "Bathroom, right?"

"Yep, left door above the sink," he replied. "Thanks, Max!"

She smiled at him, then jogged quickly to the bathroom. Luckily, Lucas' parents were the kind who kept their medicine cabinet well-stocked, and she was back quickly with a cotton pad and two rolls of bandages. Lucas readily let her do the bandaging while he held Erica, soothing her with small touches as she still clung to him, quietly crying. When Max had finished, she looked at him and asked: "Uh, how do we get her to the hospital, though? I don't think letting her ride on the back of your bike is the best idea."

Lucas frowned and rubbed a hand over his hair. "Good question. We could go over to Mike and see if his parents or Nancy can take us?" The Wheelers only lived a few doors down the road.

Max nodded, relieved. That was a good solution. "I'll go," she offered. "You stay with her."

He gave her another thankful look and nodded before going back to comforting his sister. Max almost smiled as she got up and left the kitchen. No matter their bickering, they were family, after all. It was only almost a smile, though, because she truly felt for Erica.

It turned out neither Mike nor his parents were home but luckily, Nancy was – with Jonathan, which was lucky since she wouldn't have had a car otherwise. But they only needed to hear Max's short description of what happened to get up and snatch jackets and car keys. Soon enough, she and Lucas were helping Erica into the backseat of Jonathan's old car. She had stopped crying except for the occasional sniffle or hiccup but there were still tear streaks on her cheeks, and she was refusing to let go of Lucas' hand. Lucas met Max's eyes over her head and shrugged helplessly. She shook her head at him – really, she thought it was sweet.

It turned out, while a cut in the leg was not a huge emergency, kids still got pretty quick treatment. It took maybe half an hour until a doctor saw them and confirmed Max's assessment: the wound needed stitches. This prompted another round of tears from Erica but Lucas remained patiently at her side, stroking her back and telling her: "It'll be okay. I'm sure they'll make it quick. And I'm here, I promise, I'll be here the whole time." And he was, as was Max, while the (older and a bit tired but not unfriendly) doctor cleaned the cut to ensure there was no glass in it and closed it with a few stitches.

Later, when they were again sitting in the back of Jonathan's car on the way back and Max was watching Erica leaning her head against Lucas' shoulder, she thought that Erica and Lucas were really lucky to have each other. She hoped that deep down, they knew it, too.