#Sam sometimes feel like he’s third wheeling

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Wandering

Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Set during 15x07 (spoilers included), Dean takes you out for a solo hunt where you run into his old friend Lee, but things go sour quickly.

You were sitting in the corner of the kitchen watching your big brother Sam and his ‘friend’ Eileen awkwardly flirt, though they were clearly hungover. You were somewhere in between being amused and disgusted, but Sam was making you some bacon so you figured you could get over it. Besides, you liked Eileen, and it was good to see Sam smile again.

Despite that, you were relieved to see Dean finally stumble into the kitchen looking for coffee. You’d spent the last twenty minutes feeling like the third wheel to your big brother’s date, and you hoped that Dean had something to do that would get you out of here for a while.

“Are you guys hungover?” Dean said after only minute or two around the happy couple.

“We may have gotten a little carried away…” Eileen said, smiling shyly at Sam.

“With margaritas,” the two finished together, Sam mimicking Eileen’s sign language. Dean just stared at them for a moment before brushing the awkwardness aside and continuing.

“Ok, well I’m gonna head out. I think there might be a hunt.”

“You want us to come?” Sam asked, suddenly more alert.

“No no, it’s…it’s probably nothing.” Dean shrugged.

“I’m coming!” You insisted, jumping up.

“You don’t have to…” Dean began, but he stopped at your pleading stare. “Ok, ok.”

“You want some bacon?” Sam asked, frowning in concern at Dean’s eagerness to leave.

“No, I should get going.”

Sam’s eyebrow’s almost disappeared into his hair.

“But it…it’s bacon.”

Dean just shrugged and turned to go. You snatched up several pieces off the plate that Sam was still holding out, before running to catch your big brother.

…

The ride out was pretty quiet other than Dean’s cassettes blaring from the speakers. You got the impression he didn’t want to talk, so you were content to just hum along to his music and keep to yourself.

He got this way sometimes; restless and desperate to get away. You normally let him, but the last thing you wanted was to spend the weekend third wheeling Sam and Eileen, so this time Dean would have to get away with you tagging along.

You arrived in Texas pretty late, but Dean still opted to turn into the bar where the girl disappeared so he could start looking for intel right away.

A day-long car ride with someone who doesn’t really want you there is exhausting, so you were dragging your feet a little on the way inside. You found a corner to huddle in while Dean began to look around—standard procedure, since you couldn’t drink and Dean didn’t want you to end up talking to creeps. However, you emerged from your corner when you noticed Dean staring intently at a man up on stage singing. The man noticed him after he’d finished the song and was stepping off the stage. You neared Dean as the two men stared at each other—they didn’t really look happy.

“Lee Webb,” Dean said lowly.

“Dean Winchester.” Was the reply.

They stared for a few more tense seconds before they suddenly lurched forward. You jumped in surprise, wondering for a moment if you should intervene. But then you saw the huge grin on Dean’s face—they weren’t fighting, the idiots were hugging.

“What are you doing here?” Dean demanded as he pulled away.

“What am I—I own this place! What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a hunt,” Dean replied. “You don’t hunt anymore?”

“No, no not for a while,” Lee said, a dark look clouding his face for a moment before he shook it away.

“Oh, Y/N!” Dean turned to you suddenly, still grinning. “Look who it is!”

“This is Y/N?” Lee said reverently. “Last I saw you you were learning to walk! I can’t imagine you remember me, do you little sister?”

You shook your head shyly, your body subconsciously leaning behind Dean at the sudden attention.

“That’s ok,” he assured you, chuckling. “Come here, it’s good to see you little sister!” You stepped around Dean and accepted the hug Lee offered. “Last time we met you didn’t even reach my knee. You used to call me Lee Lee.” Lee chuckled.

There was something strangely comforting about this man you didn’t recognize; maybe it was the smile on Dean’s face. Or maybe it was how normal this interaction was—some stranger greeting you and talking about how he knew you when you were a baby—it was like something out of a family reunion on tv. Your small family didn’t have many old friends, and the only family reunion you could have would need to be at a cemetery.

“Lorna!” Lee called out suddenly after he pulled away from you. “Can you get us some drinks?”

As the two men headed for a table, you tugged on Dean’s sleeve.

“I’m gonna look around a little,” you said. “You go on.”

“You sure?” He asked, and when you nodded he left without another thought. You found yourself smiling at this; Dean, grinning and catching up with an old buddy. It was so normal, and that didn’t happen for you guys a lot. You were more than happy to step to the side and let them reminisce; you couldn’t imagine you’d have much to add.

As you moved through the bar, you found yourself desperate to get away from the crowd. You were wandering, completely unfocused on where you were going; all your energy was taken up trying not to run into people. So when you arrived at a door at the side of the bar, you went to it immediately. It was locked, but that didn’t deter you; you’d been spending much too much time around your brothers.

You pulled out the lock pick that Sam had given you and made quick work with the lock. You weren’t particularly sure why you were breaking and entering, other than your desperation to get away from the people surrounding you. Between Sam busy with Eileen this morning, and Dean meeting up with an old friend now, you felt very unwanted, and you couldn’t get far enough away.

The lock clicked and the door opened without trouble. You stepped in to find not a supply closet—what you had expected—but instead a large cellar. You slipped down the steps, closing the door silently behind you. You looked around the dark space, confused—there were no chairs, no extra drinks, nothing that looked like the cellar of a bar. Instead, there was a large steel door with metal bars instead of a window. You were creeping closer to it when a bang resounded through the space following a giant, horrendous head appearing at the window. It was worse than any monster you’d seen

You couldn’t help it—so unexpected was the creature—you let out a shriek of terror before clapping a hand over your mouth. You glanced at the door out, your breathing ragged and quick. Had anyone heard?

If Lee owned this place, and the monster was here…

He was who you were hunting.

…

“I wonder where Y/N got off to,” Dean muttered to himself as he sat back down with Lee after a—he hated to admit it—fun karaoke session. He was relieved to see that you hadn’t seen it, as it was the last thing he needed getting back to Sam.

“I’ll go look for her,” Lee offered, and before Dean could protest he continued. “I’d like to catch up a bit with her. Besides, you gotta warm up your voice for the next song.” Dean rolled his eyes as Lee went off in search for you.

Lee was just passing his cellar door when he heard a scream. He froze; it was so loud in the bar that he wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t right by the door. He knew it was you; he should’ve known better than to let a Winchester, even a little one, wander around the bar with a monster in the basement. Even as he opened the door, his mind was going a mile a minute, trying to think of some way to get out of this.

Trying to think of a reason not to kill you.

…

There were boxes stacked up in a small corner under the stairs, so when you heard the door opening you ran for them. Crouching low, you held your hand over your mouth to try to cover your ragged breaths.

“Y/N?”

Your heart caught in your throat at the sound of Lee’s voice.

“I know you’re in here, Y/N. You saw something you weren’t supposed to see, right?” You didn’t say anything, didn’t move, so he continued. “That’s ok, little sister. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just come on out and we can talk.”

Your hands shook as you considered his words. Surely he was lying, but if he was it wouldn’t matter; he’d find you, it was only a matter of time. Maybe if you could catch him off guard…

You shoved the boxes next to you and they went tumbling down. Hoping that would distract Lee, you made a break for the stairs. You didn’t even get close.

“Hey,” Lee grabbed you around the waist and it was over—you were no match for his strength. “Hey, stop!” Your struggles didn’t even affect him, so after a long moment you stilled. “That’s it.” He sighed, but his grip didn’t relax. “It’s ok little sister.”

Another bang from the cage where the monster was held had you whimpering as you again tried to escape.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Lee soothed. “It won’t hurt you, and neither will I. You just gotta make me a promise, ok?” Lee turned you around in his arms so you were facing him, his hands tight on your arms to keep you from running. “You can’t tell Dean about this.”

“I don’t understand.” You shuddered. “Y-you’re making those people disappear?” You couldn’t help the tears that were blurring your vision. You were terrified and confused.

“Don’t worry about that.” Lee demanded. “There’s a lot you just don’t understand, and Dean wouldn’t either. So if you want to get out of here, you gotta promise me you won’t tell him.”

“You said you-you wouldn’t hurt me,” you countered.

“Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” Lee pleaded. “Do you promise? Nobody has to get hurt if you just don’t tell Dean.”

Your whole body shook as you forced yourself to nod. A change came over Lee’s face, like a storm cloud coming over the sun.

“Now come on. Don’t lie to me, I can tell.”

Another bang from the cage had both of you flinching this time. Somehow you recovered before Lee did, and you broke free of his grasp and ran for the stairs.

“Hey!”

You were halfway up the stairs when a harsh tug on the back of your shirt threw you off balance. Your stomach flipped as you lost your footing and fell backwards off the stairs. Your body twisted mid-fall, and when you hit the floor it was hands-first. Your right arm twisted horribly upon impact, and you screamed out in pain as your bones cracked.

“Kid, hey.” You whimpered as Lee lifted your head, looking you over. “Gosh, your arm’s definitely broken.” He shook his head. “Why couldn’t you just do what I told you?” You tried to back away from Lee as he stared at you, but he wouldn’t let you go. Lee sighed, “You’ve got too much of Dean in you. I’m sorry little sister, I really am.”

“Sorry?” You whimpered. “Why—“

You were cut off as Lee snatched up a rag and wrapped it around your mouth. He lifted you by the arms—being surprisingly gentle with your broken arm—and despite your struggles, he wrestled you into a chair and tied you down.

“Could’ve been so easy,” Lee muttered to himself—or to you, you couldn’t tell. “But you just couldn’t leave it alone.”

You tried to speak, but the words couldn’t escape past the gag.

“They can’t hear you anyway,” Lee mumbled, reaching up and pulling the gag down.

“Lee Lee, please—“ you hadn’t even meant to call him that, the nickname just slipped out, like your subconscious remembered the man who used to be good, and was trying to ease him back—“please, I just wanna go back to Dean.”

“You’d tell him, I know you would.” Lee groaned. “I didn’t wanna do this.”

“You don’t have to—“ you yelped in surprise when Lee stuck a needle in your arm. It was attached to a clear tube leading right into the monster’s cage. “You’re feeding me to your monster?”

“It won’t hurt,” Lee promised. “After you lose a couple of pints, you just pass out. I promise it won’t hurt, little sister.”

“Stop it, stop calling me that!” You sobbed.

You flinched in surprise when Lee lifted a hand up and brushed a few of your tears away.

“I really didn’t wanna do this.” He sighed. He lifted the gag back up and turned to leave.

…

When Lee returned, you were barely conscious. Everything felt foggy and dreamlike. That was perhaps why it took you a moment to recognize who Lee was tying to the chair next to you—Dean.

“Y/N?” Dean’s panicked voice reached through your fogged mind, and you lifted your head.

“Lee, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean growled. “Let her go.”

“Can’t do that, Dean. She’d just run to your other brother, and things would go bad all over again. I didn’t want any of this to happen, but…”

Lee’s words faded out of your mind as you felt your consciousness slipping away.

You managed to make out Dean calling your name, and Lee assuring him…

“She’s not in pain, Dean. She won’t feel a thing.”

…

“Y/N! Come on, sweetheart.”

You stirred to feel Dean shaking your shoulders. When your eyes fluttered open, he relaxed completely.

“Hey, hey you ok?”

You nodded weakly as you glanced around the room, trying to get your bearings. The needle was out of your arm, and you jumped in surprise when you saw the monster in the middle of the floor; he was dead.

“Ok, you’re ok,” Dean breathed, and you stiffened in surprise when he pulled you into his arms. “You had me worried there for a second.”

You relaxed for the first time in far too long, happy to feel safe in Dean’s arms. But it ended all too soon as he pulled away.

“You gotta stay here for a bit, alright? I gotta take care of Lee.”

“Take…take care of him?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Dean’s face darkened. “Kiddo, he killed people. You know what I have to do.”

“Let me help,” you said in a small voice, but he just shook his head.

“Your arm’s broken. I want you to stay here, I can handle him, ok?”

You nodded, and Dean was up and climbing the stairs without another word.

…

You waited with bated breath by the door as shots rang out just in the other side. As soon as the shots stopped, you tugged at the door to peak your head in. That was a mistake.

“Y/N, no!” You heard Dean yell as he jumped up to run to you from behind the bar. He wasn’t fast enough.

Lee was on you before you could even see what direction he came from. He’d ditched his—presumably empty—gun in favor of a beer bottle that he broke against the wall just before reaching you.

Dean got within three feet of you before Lee had you, back to his chest and the broken bottle to your throat.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lee said, and Dean raised his hands in surrender and backed up a half-step.

“Just let her go.”

“Can’t do that, Dean.”

“Yes you can,” Dean reasoned. “Just let her go, and you and me can fight this out. Even fight, just you and me.”

“If you didn’t want her involved, you shouldn’t have brought her.” Lee shook his head. “She’s just a kid, Dean. Pretty darn curious one. She found my little hiding spot within an hour.”

“You said it yourself, she’s just a kid,” Dean pleaded. “So let her alone.”

“Just you and me?” Lee seemed to be turning the idea over in his head.

“Fair fight,” Dean said. “I know you don’t want to hurt her. So don’t.”

“I take her, no one has to get hurt.” Lee argued. “I’ll let her go when I’m far away from here.”

“You won’t get far, you know that,” Dean said. “Let’s just get this over with now. Let her go.”

There was a painfully long pause before the pressure on both your throat and your arm was released. You ran immediately to Dean, who took hold of your shoulders.

“Go to the Impala.”

“No,” you choked out, shaking your head.

“I need—“ Dean shook you a little as you continued to protest. “—hey, look at me, I need you to go, please. Sweetheart you’ve gotta go.”

“B-but…”

“Go.”

Dean was pushing you away now, towards the door, and you didn’t see much choice other than to obey. You took one step away from him before changing course and jumping into his arms.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok,” Dean promised.

“Don’t lose,” you whispered.

Dean didn’t speak. He just pulled you away and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You left without another protest.

…

“I meant wait inside the Impala, not—“

Dean didn’t get a chance to finish quip, as he was nearly knocked backwards by the force of you flinging yourself into his arms.

“Hey now,” he chuckled. “You weren’t nervous, were you?”

You could tell that his stupid jokes were an attempted deflection to the fact that he just killed an old friend, so you didn’t bother responding to them; you just kept holding on.

Dean sighed after a moment, too tired to keep up the smile and the jokes. “Hey, how’s that arm?”

“Still broken.” You grinned. Dean just rolled his eyes.

“Ok, ok. Let’s just get out of here. And kid?”

“Yeah Dean?”

“No more wandering off.”

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Heyy, I was wonderings if your requests are open? Would you be interested in writing a Dean x Reader where Sam goes on one of his first dates with Eileen, and he's very nervous; so he asks Dean and Reader to come along with them, maybe add the sentence "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

Hope you enjoy it.

Love C.

They absolutely are! (even if I only get to respond to them like once a month) I love this idea! Hope this fits that.

Not a Date

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2577

Warnings: poorly connected writing, slight swearing, depictions of blood and gore (if you squint)

A/n: This is sort of a Franken-fic because the beginning of this I wrote forever ago and now got to finish. I've been writing this whenever I had time over the last week so that's why it might feel disjointed but that's how things go sometimes. Also, I love this idea so much and I'm debating a part two.

“Your arm is bleeding.” Dean commented, as we left the abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere. The sun was just barely coming over the horizon, lighting up the surrounding area and revealing how bad my arm truly looked. 

“Oh really? I hadn't noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know.” We had just finished with a wendigo hunt and we were both exhausted and dirty. We were both going on 48 hours of no sleep and I didn't know about him but I was about dead on my feet. And on top of that I was bleeding. A lot. Sam was back at the bunker, panicking about his upcoming date with Eileen. The hunt was last minute and small so Dean and I figured we would handle it ourselves as long as I promised Sam we’d be back in time. It was his first real date with her and he was so nervous, it was adorable. I had helped him plan his date down to the last detail. He’d decided on a silent movie marathon at a park in the next town over (even though he’d seen like half of them already). Dean had of course laughed at his brother’s “corniness” but I had to admit that his idea was pretty cute. I had promised Sam that I would be back in time to help him set up his picnic and calm him down before Eileen got there but this hunt had taken more time than we’d expected. And now I was also beaten up and covered in blood. I hadn't gotten captured but I had gotten a pretty nasty gash in my arm from being knocked into some old equipment that I should’ve seen but hadn't. 

“Damn, you’re mean when you're tired.” Dean said as we came up to the car. Rather than respond, I moved to punch him. He dogged as he always did but this time he grabbed the arm that I had extended and pulled me into him. My breath caught at the move especially since usually we tended to keep our distance. Granted, that never seemed to stop the weird charge the air had every time we were in a room together. It was some weirdly strong chemistry that we seemed to have, even though we were completely wrong for each other. He annoyed the hell out of me and I'm sure I did the same for him. Sam had tried to tell me once that it was because we were in love with each other but that was completely ridiculous. We were friends, sure, but we fought constantly. That didn't mean that I wasn't attracted to him though. I mean… how could you not be? He was gorgeous. Strong jaw, tan, freckled skin, candy apple green eyes… What was I saying? Never mind. Like I said, we are totally wrong for each other. Plus I had just gotten out of a relationship (which of course didn't work out because of my feelings for the elder Winchester). And because I didn't want to focus on my failed love life, I focused on the pain, trying to figure out where it was coming from. 

Dean hooked my good arm around his neck and pulled the other up to inspect the damage that seemed to span the whole arm. But that could also be the flow of blood down my arm. The cut didn't feel that big but it was also hard to tell around the rest of the dirt and grime on me. “I'll need to clean this to get a better look at it but for now, here.” He said and started to pull his flannel off. “You need to keep pressure on it until we can get back and I can stitch you up.” I couldn't help but stare at the muscles flexing in his arms as he tied the shirt around the cut. That was until he pulled it tight so it kept pressure. I sucked in a breath and his gaze met mine as my eyes continued up his chest to his eyes. I felt my face heat as he caught me staring but I refused to admit that he got to me in any way. “How's that?” he asked softly. One of his hands dropped to the small of my back to keep me in place while his other turned mine over to check for more damage. 

“Tight,” I said.

“Smartass.” He shot back smiling. It was contagious so of course I followed suit. We were closer than I could remember being in a very long time. I could feel exactly where his hand was on my back holding me to him. Like this weight that was trapping me close to him. But it made me feel safe. 

Realizing that that was a little too close to something I refused to name anymore, I started to pull away. The moment I did though, his hold seemed to tighten. It sent a zing of awareness and excitement through me. I hadn't thought that was possible outside of sappy rom-coms and novels, but I felt it now with Dean. He looked like he was going to say something else but after another moment, he let go. I felt the sting of disappointment run through me but shut it down as soon as it came up. He couldn't know how I felt about him, it would ruin everything. He meant too much to me, they both did. They were all I had left. Dean and I’s relationship being ruined would mean me losing everything I knew. 

So I pulled away, turning to finish unloading my weapons in the trunk. “You’re still going to need stitches when we get back to the motel.” Dean said, walking around to the driver’s side. 

“Ya think?” I asked, sarcastically. His only response was to shake his head and start the car. “Just hurry up so that we can get back to Sam. I promised.” 

 Dean muttered something about me babying his little brother but started the drive back to the motel. 

__________

We made it back to the bunker by late afternoon. My arm hurt like a son of a bitch and I could barely keep my eyes open but I was alive. As soon as I had walked in the door, Sam started bombarding me with questions, most of which were checking what I’d talked to him about on the phone on the way over. Dean surprised me by saving me, making Sam doubt the picnic he’d pack and letting me slip out to get a shower. I thought about it while I was washing myself off under the hot spray. Usually it was a race for who got the first shower and therefore the most hot water, but he didn't even try to fight me for it. As soon as Sam started asking me questions Dean jumped in and steered me towards the door to the hall. I couldn't figure out why since normally we’re the types to push the other in front to deal with the other person while we escape. Not while hunting of course, we cared for each other deeply, the way only those who were connected for a long time did; however, when we were at home, we tended to bicker and act like children. I was the only one who couldn't get it through their thick head that our flirting and bickering was only on a platonic level. There was nothing more to it and there never would be. There was too much at stake. I just needed to get over the stupid feelings I had for him and we could just go back to being our weird makeshift family. 

Once I was clean and my muscles slightly relaxed after a hot shower, I was still exhausted but I felt more ready to take on Sam’s Anxiety. When I walked back into the kitchen Dean seemed about ready to punch his brother in the face. 

 “Who cares? It’s a silent movie. No one is going to be paying attention anyway. The only people that go to silent movies-”

 “How's the food going Sam?” I asked loud enough (hopefully) to cover Dean’s complaining. “It looks like you have quite the spread there.” 

 “Yeah… I can’t seem to decide.” He looked down at all the food that was spread across the island. “I'm sorry, I don't know what’s wrong with me.” 

 I went up to him as I told him, “Don't apologize, Sam. It's sweet. It means you like her.” 

 “I just… I really want this night to go well.” 

 “I know.” I placed my hand on his arm (mainly because I couldn't reach his shoulder without looking awkward) to try and instill some comfort in him. “And for what it’s worth, she likes you too. Right Dean?” I called back. 

 “Yeah, sure.” Dean asked, but he sounded distant. I turned to look at him and saw him looking through the food in the pantry. I shook my head in bemusement (though not that I'd tell him that). “Even if you're being a major dork.” 

Annnnd there it was. I rolled my eyes before I patted Sam on the arm and went to start putting the cold items back in the fridge before they spoiled. 

 “Y/n?” Sam called suddenly. 

 “Yeah?” I asked. 

 “I hate to ask but… there's so much pressure on this and I'd really feel better… if you came with me?” he asked. I was going to refuse but then he added the stupid puppy dog eyes and added “Dean could come too, you guys are friends, it would be like a double date. Please?” 

 I really wanted to say no… but instead what came out of my mouth was “Fine.” he signed with relief before I added “Youre lucky youre basically a little brother to me. AND this isn't a double date. We’re just…third and fourth wheeling. Right?” I aimed towards Dean. 

“Right.” Dean immediately agreed. “Not a date. Definitely NOT a date.” 

 I wasn't going to comment on how my heart dropped a little at his vigorous agreement. I mean… I definitely didn't want to date him but couldn't he be at least a little upset?

 I really needed a boyfriend. I had to stop focusing on Dean and every reaction I had to him. It wasn't going anywhere no matter how much I (or Sam) wanted it to. And with that, I went to find something to wear to our double date. This would be interesting. 

__________

It wasn't interesting in the slightest. Eileen had come by the bunker and Sam was a perfect gentleman. Dean drove us to the park where even though it was getting dark out, it wasn't too chilly. We set up two different blankets, one for the couple and one for the 3rd and 4th wheels and we waited for the movies to start. 

 Sometime around the second movie, Dean and I fell asleep. I have no idea how long it went for or how long we were out, all I remember is waking up to Sam shoving me against my personal heater, irritating the (stitched) gash on my arm, and telling me that they were kicking us out. And then had the shit scared out of me when that heater groaned underneath me at the jostling and tightened its arms around me in an attempt to keep me close and stay asleep. In a moment we both seemed to realize where we were and jumped apart. The cold air chilled my skin and the breeze made me shiver even through my jacket. Dean caught on quickly and handed me the blanket he must have put over us at some point before moving to stand up. He held his hand out to help me up after him. 

 That was new. 

 I took it hesitantly and he helped pull me to my feet before grabbing the blanket that had been on the ground and following Sam and Eileen who were already halfway to the car by the look of it. Only when we hit the edge of the grass did I finally realize he hadn't let go of my hand. And he didn't let go until he opened the passenger side door for me and let me crawl in before closing it behind me. Where was all of this coming from? 

The ride was quiet but my brain was anything but. I couldn't figure out why in the last 12 hours or so why he was suddenly being so… caring. No, that wasn't it. Dean was always caring, it was one of the many reasons I had this big fat crush on him. But today… it was different. From the shower to being my non date helping Sam, to wrapping me in a blanket, even opening the door for me. I was confused to say the least. 

 When we finally returned to the bunker, Sam and Eileen headed down the hall enraptured in some conversation I hadn’t followed. They were cute. I felt bad but I wished that I had that kind of easy relationship with someone. They just seemed to fit so well together and there wasn't any confusion about where they stood with the other. It all just seemed so simple. 

 “I can see the gears turning.” Dean called from the other side of the car as we climbed out of our respective sides. “What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” 

 I tried very hard to hide the blush that I could feel at being caught, “Nothing.” Nice Y/n. “I'm good, promise-” 

 “Nope, don't try to hide from me.” He came around and grabbed my arm as I started walking inside, pulling me back to him. “What’s going on?” 

 I searched his eyes for anything that would clue me in as to what was going on. All I could find in those beautiful green eyes was concern for me, which, paired with our close proximity, wasn't helping me think straight at all. 

“Tell me.” he commanded softly. 

 There was no way I was going to win this. I knew I would tell him, but I didn't expect what came out of my mouth to be, “Why are you like this?” 

 “I'm sorry…?” he chuckled slightly. 

 “Not like that.” I closed my eyes in exasperation with myself. “It just…today. Why were you so… sweet? I’m confused, I mean… the shirt and the shower and the blanket and even the freaking car door, I-” nothing because suddenly my lips were occupied with Dean’s. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me even closer as his lips continued to dance against mine. Damn. I’d heard them talk about it but they never even got close to actually describing how good a kisser he was. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and I wanted to keep kissing him forever. 

 He pulled away softly and my lips chased him slightly. My brain was completely mush after that and barely registered his studying my face, quietly commenting “Cute.” 

 “What…?” I questioned vaguely, still not fully coherent, my eyes stuck to his lips. 

 Said lips rose into his signature smirk before he said cheekily, “Goodnight, Sweetheart.” And with that, he reached around, smacked my ass, making me jump, and walked down the hall. 

 What the hell just happened?! 

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Sam is so smart but so dense sometimes and I feel like both of these options make sense for his character.

[sanctaignorantia]

Explaing bosselot is difficult without spoiling most of the plot of the mgs series, as naked snake and ocelots relationship is responsible for 90% of the problems and plot tbh, and I dont wish to spoil you in case you'd be interested in the series later. The artworked he reblogged was feom mgsv ( so i will be intentionally vague, as its major spoilers for the ending of that game) but shows snake and ocelot making out in the passenger seat as a third character drives (a third wheel pun) a truck. This is the same game where ocelot admits his "past" feelings for snake, but analyzing the scene, theres ques to this being a partial lie/deception on his part. And clearly by his actions in the previous games, that this love is far from past tense. I think he reblogged it a few years after his break with konami iirc too.

Then theres the snake x kaz beach date, the japanese aduio dramas, and kaz's quarrels with ocelot in the last game, which feel very much like them catfighting over snake and their romantic/sexual relationships with him.

Not to mention vamp and col scott dolph being the first bisexual vg character in mgs 2, the boss having established relationships with both men (mgs3) and women (pw), col volgin having with relationships with both raikov and eva(mgs3), and meryls comments about no longer being attracted to men (because of psychotherapy?), while not specifying the same about women (mgs1)

Then theres kojimas comments outside of text in interviews about ocelot x snake being likened to a "pure love", otacon x solid snake being compared to johnlock, and other comments that are hard to decipher/parse for me, but i dont think hes suggesting queerbaiting, as much as complicated relationships that blur platonic/romantic/sexual

There is a lot of tragedy that happens with many of these relationships, as with a story that deals with the effects of war, nuclear conflict, espionage, and a certain amount of real world politics, but thats also far from saying that queer relationships within mgs are meaningless/not real/ have little impact

Sorry for such a long ask, but I do hope it makes sense?

That's pretty crazy in a good way! I wouldn't have imagined anything like that coming from Kojima, I confess. But I'm glad to hear these details about the MG universe. It made me feel more relieved about Higgs and Sam, that's for sure, and it clarified why I sometimes felt that there was a lot of homoeroticism in DS (does that make sense?), so I guess it was the same in MG, but it became more and more real, I guess?

Thank you very much!

[mrswhozeewhatsis]

Hey :) does anyone have a lpmg spn series fic to binge that you recommend?

Could be a Sam or Dean or Cas fic I don't mind

That could happen in the world of spn but it isn't a show rewrite

Thanks <3

I'm gonna make some assumptions, and if I'm wrong, you're gonna have to send me another ask to clarify. First, I'm guessing that lmpg is a typo and is meant to be long. Second, I'm assuming you're looking for reader inserts and not ship fics. Third, I'm going to assume that you are okay with poly fics, because I hate to choose just one member of TFW, and poly fics are all the bee's erogenous zones, not just the bee's knees. Finally, I'm pretty sure you want canon-compliant fics, not AUs. If any of these assumptions are wrong, send me another ask and I'll change my answers!

Looking for canon-compliant (or at least, world-compliant) epic tales with awesome reader-insert characters who fall in bed (and sometimes in love) with various members of Team Free Will, sometimes all of them. I'll start with my own masterlist because it's what I'm most familiar with. 🤣

Cracker Jack Prize - 87k words - My first ever piece of fiction, and it shows. Not a reader insert, but it reads like one (2nd person POV). Myka gets with everyone in this one! It's very Mary Sue, and it's formatted poorly on AO3, but it has my favorite Cas smut scene I ever wrote.

Oasis - 46k words - My answer to the question, "After Cas freaks out the hooker at the den of iniquity, how would YOU get him to relax and seduce him?" No Sam lovin' in this one, but some super hot Dean, and a threesome scene! (A little dubcon in one scene.)

A Woman of Letters (Getting a Feel For Sam Winchester) - 70k words - After Oasis, I needed some Sam lovin'. And some angst, apparently.

Third Wheel - 64k words - This comes closest to a series rewrite, as it closely follows season 6. I challenged myself to write a fuck ton of fucking. Soulless Sam helped. And then Dean got involved.

Those are all of my epic TFW fics. If you also like John, I've got two more epic tales involving him. Except for one AU fic (Priest!Cas with some Sam on the side - another long fic)), everything else in my masterlist is also canon-compliant, just shorter. 🤣

I tried to search my blog for fics, but discovered that I don't have a tag for series, sadly. So, I went through my AO3 bookmarks. Here are a couple fics from other folks:

Toil and Trouble by @littlegreenplasticsoldier - 70k words - Dean x Reader - It's Cat!Dean and a psychic connection. Need I say more? So much angst and pining and silly Dean as a cat. He knows how to weaponize his ability to lick his own butt. 🤣 (Honestly, just binge-read all of Ally's stuff. It's SO WORTH IT!!)

From The Wreckage by @sp-oops - 22k words - Destiel x reader - I love all of Sp-oops's Destiel x Reader stuff, and I wish there was more of it!!! Set in episode 12x01, with flashbacks to 11x23 and Dean going off to kill Amara.

Collared by @spnexploration - 40 chapters, so it's a long one - Dean x reader - A witch turned you into a mindless slave. Dean and Sam save you.

Tattered by @stusbunker - 11 chapters - Dean x reader, Sam x reader, A/B/O - So much angst!!! Adding the A/B/O world to canon stuff just makes it all so angsty!! And smutty!

I just went looking for Not Unless Sam Says by @spectaculacularsammy and discovered that both the writer and the fic are completely gone and I'm crushed. I'm off to go cry about how the world is a much worse place because of this loss. 😭😭😭

If I think of any others, I'll come back and add them, In the meantime, maybe someone else can add some? I know I'm forgetting some that are here on Tumblr because my brain is Swiss cheese.

[lucy-sky]

Sam Rossi, under the stars, and first kiss please!! Congratulations on that milestone again!!

Your Date (Sam Rossi x Reader)

1077 words; romantic fluff; gender neutral reader; yes, I googled baseball teams from Alaska x’D

A/N: my dear Chelsea, I’m so sorry it took me THAT long! I could say that a lot tough personal stuff happened to me recently - that’s true, but it’s not a very good excuse because I still could have written this earlier, you know, before shit started to happen... but who knew :’) Anyway... Hope it doesn’t suck very much xDD (I’m writing Sam for the 2nd time, and I’m still not sure if I write him accurate enough, oops :|)

AO3 link

REQUESTS CLOSED!

“Hey, if you need a day off or something - it’s fine, you know, I’m okay with it.”

“What?..” you blink at Sam in surprise from your spot at the counter.

“Sorry uh,” he chuckles softly into his beard. “It’s just that you look like you wanna ask me somethin’.”

“...Oh.”

“So just… C’mon, just do it,” he shrugs with an absolutely disarming warm smile. “You know I don’t bite.”

Shit, you didn’t realize your employer knows you that well… Although who are you trying to fool? He’s more than just your employer, at least for you. He’s always been so friendly, gentle and understanding that you simply couldn’t perceive him as just your boss. He’s a friend in the first place. A friend you have a huge crush on, unfortunately. Sometimes something about the way he looks at you makes you think it can actually be mutual, it can work out… But neither of you tried to take the first step...

Well… Now you’re about to give it a shot.

“Yeah, um… You’re right actually,” you let out a deep sight, calming yourself a little. “I really wanted to ask you something, Sam. It’s not a day off though.”

“Okay,” he nods, taking a seat next to you at the counter and bringing a mug of coffee to his mouth. “‘M listening.”

“So,” you clear your throat. “You remember my friend Susan, right? So uh… Her brother’s in a baseball team. Anchorage Bucs, you know?

“Yeah, sure. That’s pretty cool,” Sam nods, waiting for you to continue.

“They’re playing this Saturday. It’s gonna be on TV. And uh, Susan suggested we go to a sports bar to watch it, and I really wanna go, but well… She and her boyfriend - they started dating just recently so they’re at this stage, you know, all lovey-dovey and… I just really really don’t want to feel like a third wheel the whole night, so…”

“You want me to be your date?” Sam asks all of a sudden, catching you unawares.

“Yes- No, uh… I mean… It doesn’t have to be a date, it’s just that I thought you might be interested because you always go to Mags’ basketball games-”

Shit, you sound really stupid right now.

“I-I mean I know it’s not the same, but just… I just really would love you to go there with me,” you finally blurt, feeling your cheeks burning like hell and wishing you could just sink into the earth right now. You’re not always this awkward when it comes to guys. In fact, you can be pretty bold. Apparently your crush on this man is just so huge it makes you silly.

There’s no mockery in the way Sam looks at you though. His brown eyes are filled with warmth, and the smile on his lips is amused, but soft and reassuring at the same time.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Yeah?” you probably sound a bit too excited.

“Uh-huh,” he confirms, finishing his coffee and getting on his feet. “Aight. Gotta go run errands… You have a nice day, okay, sweetheart?” he says as he already stands behind your back, and his hands lay on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze before he heads to the door.

The “sweetheart” makes you blush again as you nod at him and wave goodbye, even though it’s just his natural way of talking to you. He’s the same with Mags too, so it doesn’t make you any more special. That’s just the way he is - a big and gentle man, and sometimes you just want to fall into his arms, bury your face in his chest and cuddle him to death. Oh god. Good thing he cannot read your mind.

You let out a shaky breath of relief when the door closes behind him. Anyways… You did it! Date or not, but you’re already looking forward to spending Saturday night with him.

The bar is pretty crowded on Saturday, and you’re glad a nice table was booked in advance for the four of you. Like you expected, Susan pays way more attention to her boyfriend rather than her brother’s game, but you don’t mind that at all, feeling surprisingly comfortable with Sam by your side. He seems content and relaxed, his arm laying on the backrest framing your shoulders, and you can’t help leaning against him from time to time, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

“You uh… Got any plans?” he asks as you walk towards his truck after saying goodbye to your friends.

“Right now?.. No, I don’t.”

“Wanna take a ride?” he suggests a bit sheepishly, and you think he looks incredibly cute when he looks at you like that - raised eyebrows and a shy smile on his lips.

“Yeah, sure!” you reply, beaming at him. You have no idea what he has in mind, but you trust him with all your heart, and of course you can’t say no to the prospect of spending some more time together.

“Okay, that’s the spot,” Sam murmurs as he stops the car.

“Where are we?” you ask curiously.

“Come, take a look.”

As you get out of the car, you find yourself on the top of a hill, city lights twinkling beneath you together with the stars above.

“That’s beautiful,” you smile, admiring the view.

“Yeah, love this place,” Sam speaks as he approaches you from behind. You can feel his hands on your shoulders, gently sliding down your arms before resting on your waist. “It’s calm, and… I thought it’s kinda romantic.”

“It really is. Do you take all your girls over here?” you joke, and he huffs into your hair.

“Only special ones.”

“Good to know.”

You shift to catch his gaze, those beautiful dark eyes that seem to read you like an open book, you most certainly could drown in their depth. You reach your hand to cup his cheek, fingers brushing through his thick beard, and he leans into your touch, letting out a soft, content hum.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly, his voice deep and slightly hoarse.

“Please.”

His lips are surprisingly tender against yours, his beard tickles your chin, and the warmth of his tongue almost makes you moan as it eagerly darts to meet yours.

“So… I guess this actually is a date,” you mumble as your lips part. Sam smiles, caressing the side of your neck with just his fingertips.

“I suppose so.”

Thank you for reading!

No pressure tags: @darlingshane, @anna-hawk

1500 Milestone Celebration Drabbles Masterlist  

[blossyossyossy]

Things I would change in Danny Phantom: make Danny and Tuckers friendship and Danny and his bond with his sister the focal point of the big emotional safe haven of the show. Make Danny's parents out right problematic and abusive instead of stereotypical stupid parents Butch Hartmen enjoyes doing. Keep Vlad as the big bad villian(but actually commit to it) or give him a redemption arc. Give Sam a villian arc and explore toxic abusive girls. Especially ones who don't take no from their life long crushes who don't like then back and will never see them more as a friend. Don't let Paulina just be another stereotype. Make pink astronaut end game. Maybe make Danny be the ghost king. God make the game have demon slayer horror and consequences. Imagine if the horror in tht game was like Demon slayer! Last but not least I'd love to make Paulina like this tumblr blog report/writer or something does stuff about ghosts ananthe supernatural.

YES. I really would've liked for Danny and Tucker's friendship to have been explored more as opposed to having Tucker become Danny and Sam's third wheel.

I feel like Jazz's dynamic with the entire trio could've been explored more, especially since it seems like she had more of a bond w/ Sam than her own brother sometimes. But hey, at least she had an obvious bond w/ those two instead of having pretty much nothing w/ Tucker 💀

Considering Butch has a thing for having child abuse in his shows (aka FOP w/ Vicky's existence and Timmy's neglectful parents being why he had Fairy Godparents to begin with), I think Jack and Maddie are an improvement upon that and I would've liked for them to actually be good parents instead of questionable at best, abusive at worse parents so then there could be more angst but not in the sense that Danny fears his parents killing him <- has been reading DP fics

Oh Vlad. He had so much potential and I feel like him asking for what, $500 billion in the finale didn't make sense for him. I do think that him using his ghost powers to save and therefore control the world would've been enough for him and in character. I do like that Vlad is just going to be in space for the rest of his life but also couldn't he have just escaped to the Ghost Zone or whatever 💀? Like, people can't see him when he's INVISIBLE so he could've easily snuck into the Ghost Zone and lived out the rest of his days in solitude to think about everything he's done. I do feel like it was a bit of a cop-out to have the finale's big threat be a fucking asteroid instead of Vlad but eh.

Ooh villain!Sam would've been cool. The ep where Danny got his ice powers was a nice peek into what it could've been like. Also, Sam could've been a badass girlboss <- focusing on the wrong thing here. I would've liked for the show to focus on onesided attraction and not just Fenton's crush on Paulina and Paulina's crush on Phantom but Sam's crush on Danny. That could've been during the whole Gray Ghost thing and how just b/c you're friends/besties with someone, that doesn't mean that the two of you are meant to be romantic partners which is ironic for a demiromantic to say but shh

No cause I LOVE that Valerie wasn't a stereotype and I would've loved it if they did the same for Paulina. Maybe they could've done something like that one FOP episode w/ Trixie being into boy stuff?

I was actually thinking about this earlier and having either Gray Ghost or Pink Astronaut as end game would've been so cool cause both have a girl of color as the love interest and it's not a best friends who barely have chemistry [not saying that's what Danny and Sam are, I'm just talking about the trope in general] to lovers

OH. ANOTHER THING THAT FANFICS MADE ME BELIEVED WAS CANON. I thought Ghost King!Phantom was canon in the show b/c of all the damn fics that had as canon in their AUs and so I was confused by the constant disrespect until it clicked for me that Phantom being Ghost King is another popular phanon thing.

I don't know much about Demon Slayer's horror but I'd assume that it's pretty cool and/or interesting?

Your blogger!Paulina would've been like the PERFECT thing to expand her character. It's genuinely a cool concept that goes w/ her obsession w/ Phantom and then some. I also like the inclusion of Star since I, once again, thought that Paulina and Star were besties b/c of fanfics (do you see how many times I've been gaslit by this damn Phandom???/j).

[golbrocklovely]

That might seem weird to write, but: If I didn’t knew SnC for some time now and wouldn’t know that both of them are straight, I would genuinely wonder or think that they together or something. I am sorry, but the way those two are always together, even when they are not working and even live together… Like sometimes I genuinely am not surprised that there are people who ship them. I mean i came across SnC when Sam was still with Katrina , so i never had THAT phase ( lmao and thank god) …

Honestly I know that they are best friends who work together hence why they live together and do stuff together, but they seriously should give each other some space , otherwise i am afraid that they won’t be able to make a life for themselves, settle down and things like this ( and i think Colby at least would like to do that one day). That’s why imo it is kinda concerning that they went even now for best friends as girlfriends (?) , i mean Cute, but is it gonna be this way every time and they will do everything together? If yes, then i do not wonder why Katrina had enough. Cause having your boyfriend best friend following around when you just want have some time together with your partner can be tiring

i can kinda see what you mean haha

i think the thing is, to me i see them as brothers in a way. so it's not that odd to me that they hang out as often as they do, or live together. a lot of family members hang out all the time, even as adults. so… i feel like a lot of ppl wouldn't see what they're doing as weird if they were actually related.

but i do also agree that they need to separate a bit and maybe get their own living spaces that don't involve each other. but hey, if they like living together and it makes their lives easier, so be it.

and i don't think they intended to date girls that were also besties, it just kinda happened that way. plus, who knows how long these relationships will last. i'd be very surprised if they end up with these girls forever, but hey - crazier things have happened.

as for kat having enough…. i mean sam is the one that ended the relationship so…. i don't think kat had a choice in the matter lol but i mean, it's not like colby was third wheeling with them every date they went on or something. he had his own life outside of sam and kat.

also no disrespect to sam and kat's relationship, but she was more likely third wheeling with them rather than colby. at least that's kinda how it always felt to me sksks

[just-a-bit-of-a-nerd]

hey sorry if a bothering you can

writing How will the moonboys react if they learn that the reader is a US agent and works with Sharon of Sam Wilson?

I'm loving this idea of being Sam's friend and being with the moon boys.

Warnings: Brings up sex like twice. (Let me know if i missed anything) 

STEVEN

When Steven finds out your a US agent he has a million questions.

"How long have you been doing this?" "Am I not supposed to know about your job?" "Will I be able to help you if somethings to dangerous?"

He's really interested in your work because he's never heard anything like it.

But he is worried, he doesn't want you getting hurt during a mission of yours.

He's stalked the place up with first aid kits just in case you get hurt.

Steven is a little jealous of Sam though

He doesn't like how close you two are, and he knows that Sam being your partner for most of your missions will create some sort of bond between you guys but it still bothers him.

Sometimes he'll create little competitions between the two of them to make him look better.

But you can always see when he's jealous so your always there to remind him that your theirs and no one else.

MARC

Marc doesn't like your job at all.

He tries not to be too hypocritical because he also has a dangerous job but the last thing he wanted was for you to have a life anything like his.

That's one of all the boy's insecurities, the fact that they can't give you a normal life because of what they do.

Marc tried really hard to keep you away from that life, so he was a little pissed when he found out you were lying about your job.

He did come around soon enough and he was just like Steven, he just wanted you to be safe.

As for Sam, Marc doesn't really know how he feels about Sam.

Yes, Sam has saved his ass a few times and he always did what was right and Marc respected that.

But the only reason he disliked him even a little was how he treated you.

It was like you were a couple, Marc felt like a third wheel so he just let you two have your moments.

But you'd deferentially see him all alone and know exactly what was wrong so you'd spent the rest of the day all over Marc

And he'd never admit it but he loves it.

JAKE

Jake knew something was up with you the moment he met you.

He just had a feeling, of course he trusted you and loved you deeply but he just had this hunch....like you had a past.

As for Sam Jake's a fan.

He doesn't know why he doesn't dislike Sam like the other two, Sam just gave him a vibe so they never really talked to each other.

He knows that you’d never cheat on him but he will have to punish you if you start flirting with Sam to make him jealous.

When you told him what you did he was the happiest out of the three

Jake Lockely will never not surprise you.

He loved watching you kick ass, it was sexy to him.

Whenever you came home all hurt he’d always want to front.

Jake never fronted but with you he’d fight Steven and Marc for control.

Especially when your hurt, Jake is the most overprotective out of all of them.

Yes, he loves the fact that you can kick ass but if he can get you out of going on a mission he’ll use every excuse in the book.

He wants you safe at home.

And even if you do go on a mission without him he’ll be watching you just to make sure you won’t need help.

And when you do gt hurt he wants to be the one to fix you up.

Not because he’s good a comforting but he’s that one who usually gets the most hurt out of the three of them.

He’s always taking care of his wounds so he always wants to see yours to make sure they get patched up right and they’re not too bad.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 3. Sam being a third wheel

Trigger Warnings: feeling left out, slight mention of foodsex

Silent Conversations

Sometimes, Dean would stare at Cas like Cas had an answer to any question. Like, really, really stare at him. And Cas stare back at him exactly the same way, and it makes it feel like there's a whole non-verbal discussion going on that Sam can't participate in. It probably feels like how other people feel when Sam and Dean 'talk' like that sometimes. Exept Cas and Dean don't even use like... their face. Just their eyes.

Honestly, it's creepy.

And then sometimes, Cas and Dean's eye-talk becomes actual words and Sam's lost in a sea of out-of-context in-jokes and conversations.

The other day, for example. They'd all been talking about Dean's love for hamburgers, with Sam teasing Dean, Dean defending himself and Cas being a little lost in the middle. Cas and Dean had drifted off into eye-fuckingcommunication and Sam was left awkwardly out of the conversation. He tried clearing his throat, but he was either ignored or not noticed. He's not quite sure which would be worse.

Then, suddenly, Dean yelled out, "Dude, no. That is a crime against- against- Well, something." He looked totally appaled. "Dean, I don't quite see the problem with ea-" "Cas, no." Cas frowned in contemplation.

"Uh, what?" He finally spoke up. Dean seemed to choke a little on the realisation he and Cas weren't actually alone. Yeah dude, I'm still here. "Uh, Cas- nothing. It's nothing." Dean quickly went back to his burger, like Sam would ever ignore the oppertunity to bugger him.

Sam raised an eyebrow. Dean made an 'it can't be helped' gesture. Sam could see Cas still thinking, and somewhere, he resented that Cas could follow Sam's non-verbal with Dean, but he couldn't follow theirs. He decided to ignore that for a minute in favour of pestering his brother. Sam strengthend his bitchface. Dean rolled his eyes, despite knowing he was losing. Sam slightly leant backwards. Dean sighed, long-suffering, and offered up, "Cas just- let's just say, never ask him about his opinion of foodsex, let's leave it at that." Before Sam could even begin to process what the Hell Dean could possibly mean by that, Dean got up. "I'm goin' to take a shower." And he was gone.

What? Why would Dean be having conversations like that with the angel? Did angels even have sex? How did they get on that topic? They'd been talking about burgers....

You see, it's this type of thing is why Sam sleeps with earplugs in.

[mysticpuma]

DannyMay Day 2: No One Knows AU - “What Happened to Danny?”

Category: General

Rating: Teens and Up

Summary:  Danny has been distant for a while, and Sam, Tucker and Jazz just want to figure out what happened.

Warnings: Vague references to physical/sexual abuse, though not depicted and only as a character’s panicked tangent as explanation for Danny’s weird behaviour.

AO3

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“This is getting ridiculous…” Sam grumbled, stabbing a sad, wilted lettuce leaf with her fork with enough aggression to make the poor thing practically disintegrate. “What the hell did we do to make him act like this? He’s been avoiding us for nearly a month.”

Tucker let out a sigh, pushing his slop-that-was-supposedly-meat around on the plastic tray with a weak grip on his own fork. The school cafeteria food had never been especially pleasant to eat, but that wasn’t what was stopping him now. It was the reminder that his best friend hadn’t sat with them in so long. They didn’t know where he went at lunch; they’d tried the outdoor picnic area, the classrooms, they’d even checked the janitor’s closet a couple of times. But no sign of Danny. It was as if he vanished into thin air at the end of any class they shared together, and all their attempts to find him or catch him to just talk to him, to ask him what happened and why he refused to be anywhere near them, ended the same. “I dunno, Sam. No argument I’ve ever had with Danny has gone like this. He’s not good at hiding how he feels, you know? Neither of us are.”

The goth looked to her geeky friend with a frown on her face, but her eyes were cold and sad. “Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding us? So he can’t give it away?”

“Give away what though? We’ve never kept things from each other.” They were supposed to be best friends, joined at the hip, sharing everything. But overnight that connection had vanished. Danny was never online anymore, didn’t reply to his texts, didn’t even look at him if he did spot him for a split second in the hallways. “I feel like somehow I must’ve upset him, for him to not tell me what’s going on.”

“Except he’s avoiding me too.” Sam groused. Sometimes it was hard not to see herself as a third wheel to Danny and Tucker, but when the two boys had argued in the past, she’d been the mediator, the bridge between them, knitting the two together again with a well placed scolding or hug, depending on the situation. But right now, Danny was avoiding her too. Even when she’d been alone in school a few weeks ago because Tucker had been ill, Danny hadn’t appeared. She’d expected him to sidle up to her as if nothing was wrong and to go through their usual game of her slowly trying to needle out of him what had gone on, until she could figure out which one of them had been the most bone-headed, knock some sense into them and go back to normal.

But it hadn’t happened. Danny had still hurried away from class, he’d still turned a corner when he caught her staring out of the corner of his eye, and he’d still seemed to vanish off the face of the earth when she tried to look for him.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Tucker mumbled. Sam shook her head, her shoulders sagging.

“You don’t need to apologise, Tucker.” She knew this was hitting him even harder than her. If the silent treatment was making Sam’s heart feel like it was in a vice grip, it was probably putting Tucker’s in a hydraulic press.

Silence washed over them like a tidal wave, turning the murmurs and shouts of the cafeteria into radio static as the two each stared down at their food as though it might coalesce into an answer, a sign, an indication that they hadn’t entirely lost their friend.

“Um… Sam? Tucker?” They both snapped to attention at the voice. The red-headed older Fenton flinched back slightly as their heads turned to her in perfect unison, but she held her nerve. “Danny’s been weird with you both too… right?” The friends exchanged an unreadable look, then turned to Jazz once more and nodded mutely, simultaneously. Slender fingers gripped the edges of the plastic tray to a point that her knuckles turned white. “And neither of you can figure out what’s going on either?” A swift, synchronized shake of their heads. Jazz’s shoulders lowered a little. “Sorry for disturbing you…” She looked down at the food on her tray, her stomach doing a little flip at the slop that practically matched the plastic in hue. As she turned to leave, a hand suddenly closed around her arm. Though the grip was undeniably strong, it wasn’t enough that she couldn’t break out if she was set on leaving. She looked to the owner of the hand; Sam.

“He’s been avoiding you too?” She asked, softly. Jazz nodded, and Sam’s grip loosened as she bit her lip. “Did anything happen at home? With your parents?” She patted the bench beside her.

“Not that I know of…” Jazz murmured as she took a seat. “I don’t think they’ve argued at all. And our parents are always a bit…” She trailed off, unable to find a word in her vast vocabulary that could possibly encompass everything wrong with their parents. They were overbearing, but neglectful; painfully enthusiastic about anything ghostly, but completely uninterested in their children; the smartest people Jazz knew, and also the stupidest people on the planet. They weren’t definable in easy terms, in any terms. “The only thing that’s changed around the house is that weird ‘portal’.” She practically spat the word; her parents had spent years on that thing, left her to suddenly become surrogate parent to her little brother because they were too busy with a portal to some other dimension to pay attention to what was going on in this one. 

Jazz still wasn’t even sure what to make of that stupid thing. Sure, it glowed and swirled and looked like every description of a mystical portal she’d ever read. It was unfathomable, beautiful and hideous all at once, and it made no sense. But she wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t all smoke and mirrors, weird lighting and weirder technology. She hadn’t seen a single ghost in the month since it had supposedly ‘opened’.

She paused, her brows knitting together in thought. “The portal…” She breathed. How long had Danny been off with her? With his friends? “When did Danny start… avoiding you two?”

“Uh… about a month ago, give or take.” Tucker offered, when Sam could do nothing but raise an eyebrow.

A month. The portal had ‘opened’ a month ago. Was that when Danny had started acting weirdly? It was hard to tell, concretely. It wasn’t as if she spent every waking moment paying attention to him like she’d had to before. He was a teenager now, fully capable of looking after himself, and he’d insisted as much to her over and over and over, with varying degrees of frustration or worry to his face and voice each time. Eventually, she had accepted that she could return to a vaguely teenage life herself, though she still tried to make sure she was available for Danny when he needed someone; because their parents sure as hell weren’t going to be. Had she really missed such a glaring correlation? Had his behaviour shifted when the portal opened? And if it had… why?

“Jazz…?” The red-head snapped her gaze up to meet two sets of confused and concerned eyes.

“Sorry. I was just thinking… It’s possible that he started acting off when my parents finally got the portal open.” Her voice hitched over the word still, like a pot-hole in the road. 

“Then… he’s upset with them?”

“Maybe, but he’s avoided them before, when they’ve done particularly stupid stuff, and he’s still been able to talk to me when that happens. This just doesn’t match his regular pattern.” 

Tucker pointed his fork at her. “That’s what I’ve been saying! He doesn’t avoid everyone like this.”

Sam let out a long, drawn-out, sigh. “So what’s making him angry at all of us?”

“I’m not sure angry is the right description, to be perfectly honest.” Jazz slipped into her ‘therapist’ tone, the tone she used with Spike, when she was trying to analyze an emotional response without drawing herself into it. “His behaviour leans more towards nerves. Fear, perhaps.”

“He’s… scared of us?” Sam asked, disbelief colouring her words. “Why would he be scared of us?”

“You can be pretty scary when you’re angry, Sam.” Tucker tried for a cheeky grin, but the curl of his lips was wrong, and he just looked like he was in pain. 

Sam turned an icy glare on him. “Not the time, Tucker.”

The boy lowered his head. “Sorry…”

“I don’t think he’s scared of us, per say.” Jazz puzzled. “Perhaps he’s scared of our reactions to whatever’s going on?”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a glance. “That doesn’t make sense.” Sam said. “Danny knows he can tell us anything. We’ve proved that before.” She was including Jazz in that assessment, and she could tell, because she knew what Sam was talking about. 

She remembered the day that Danny had told her he was a boy clearly in her mind, the fear in his eyes, the shake in his little hands… And she remembered hugging him and telling him she was proud of him for telling her, that she loved him no matter what. That he was her little brother and she would always be there for him as his big sister. She remembered him coming home from school the next day with a watery, but bright, smile on his face and telling her that his friends had listened just like she had. She remembered all three of them standing with him in solidarity as he’d told their parents about it too. 

Danny should know they’d all be there for him. But did he? Just because it was obvious to them, didn’t mean that it would be to Danny.

Jazz let out an exasperated puff of air. What could make him so afraid of telling them? She clenched her hand into a fist as words from her textbooks crawled across her vision, and shook her head as she tried to swallow the lump threatening to form in her throat. No, he’d tell me if someone had… hurt him. She’d always made sure to impress on him the urgency of that. That if anyone touched him, he was to tell her. Because then she could help. And he’d nodded and promised. Surely he wouldn’t…

People don’t do logical things when they’ve been hurt. Jazz’s mind reminded her, and her stomach began to fill with lead. “What if… something bad happened? What if it’s nothing to do with the portal, and just happened around the same time?” She whispered, her voice barely more than a breath on the wind, afraid that if she spoke it, it might manifest in material reality.

Sam and Tucker both went rigid in their seats. “No… it couldn’t… no… He’d… he’d tell us, right?” Sam’s voice was faltering, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled in her eyes. “He’d at least tell you… Or… or Tucker…”

“Would he, though?” Tucker mumbled. “I dunno if I could, if… if that happened.”

Without warning, Jazz bolted from the table, her bag and lunch left behind as she hurried from the cafeteria. Burning bile built up in her throat, tears stung in her eyes, the world fading away into a blurry facsimile of itself. Somehow, she managed to navigate to the toilets just in time to fling herself over a basin and expel the thin contents of her stomach. It was mostly bile, acidic and watery, forcing its way out of her as she wretched. Tears spilled down her cheeks and feel into the bowl, vanishing into the acrid liquid. 

She vaguely felt someone pull her hair out of the way as she wretched. She couldn’t think, see, hear… nothing felt real. Could she really have been so blind that something that horrific had happened to her baby brother and she hadn’t noticed? What sort of sister am I?

The bell rang somewhere in the fog, but she was still trapped over the basin, still retching, still bawling her eyes out over it all. 

She knew, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, that she was leaping to conclusions. That it wasn’t helpful; she could be wrong. She tried to remember that, tried to repeat that in her mind. I could be wrong. She’d never wanted to be wrong before, but she was begging, pleading whatever deity might listen to her that she was. Not that she believed in any of them, so they’d hardly hear her prayer, even if she could speak right now, which she couldn’t because somehow bile was still pouring out of her.

As the retching finally slowed, she registered a cool hand on her back, and she used the feeling to pull herself out of her panic. Grounded herself gradually, with jumbled attempts to find five things she could see. Hands, toilet, cubicle wall… She moved on before she hit five, unable to see anything else and unable to turn her head with how dizzy she felt. What could she feel? Cold hand, cold basin, hard floor… Still not quite enough, not the four she needed, but it would do. What could she hear? Sloshing water, muffled movement outside, my own breathing. Better, she was starting to feel better. Smell now… I smell disinfectant and vomit. And taste… I can taste the bile on my tongue.

Present once more, Jazz reached up for the toilet roll dispenser, only for the hand to leave her back and pass her some tissue when it became clear that her shaking hands wouldn’t be able to reach. “Th-thank you.” She paused at the sight of the hand in front of her. She’d been expecting Sam’s slender fingers and painted nails, but these hands were more familiar… Still slender, but clumsier, with chipped nails where he’d bitten them time after time in his usual poor way of handling anxiety. “Danny?” She turned to see familiar blue eyes watching her worriedly. He gulped.

“You uh… You came into the wrong bathroom.” He muttered, letting out a huff that was supposed to be a laugh. Jazz stared at him for a moment, then registered the contraptions behind him, outside the cubicle. Oh.

But her eyes wouldn’t leave his face. Paler than he normally was, dark rings under his eyes, sadness clinging to deep blue irises, dulling their brightness. She gulped, and swiped across her mouth with the balled up tissue he’d handed her, tossing it haphazardly behind her, hoping it went in the basin but not really caring. This was the closest she’d been to Danny in a month, the closest he’d allowed her. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight.

She grasped his hand tightly, and he stumbled back a little, but not enough to pull away. His eyes widened, and there - I was right… he’s scared. The way he was suddenly shaking, the desperation in his eyes, the way his breathing had turned shallow… He was terrified.

“Danny… What happened…?” She asked, her voice broken. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but it wasn’t about her. Danny had been suffering, something had been eating away at him, and he hadn’t felt safe enough to talk to anyone about it, not even to her. She didn’t want to entertain all the different possible reasons that raced through her head. Danny tried to pull away, but Jazz tightened her grip on his hand. “Please, Danny… We’re all worried.”

The boy looked down at his feet, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I don’t… I… I can’t…”

“You can tell me anything. Anything, Danny. Please. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” It made her stomach lurch again as she pleaded with him, begging him to remember the promise he made. “If someone hurt you-”

Danny’s eyes snapped back up to her in horror. “No! Oh god, no… No, Jazz, it’s nothing like that. I promise it’s not. Nobody did anything to me.” She watched him carefully for tells, for hints that he was lying to her, but she found nothing. Her shoulders slackened slightly, and she only then noticed just how much tension she’d been holding onto, as her shoulders burned from exertion and strain. 

“Then… what is it? Sam, Tucker and I are worried about you, Danny. Please…” She begged him. Danny gulped.

A long moment passed between them, their eyes locked together. Finally, after what felt like years, Danny’s own shoulders dropped a little. “After school. I’ll meet you, Sam and Tucker at your car… I’ll tell you everything… okay?”

Jazz’s grip on her brother’s hand tightened further. “You promise? Promise me.”

Danny sighed. “I promise.” She loosened her grip on his hand, but he didn’t let go. “Are you gonna be okay, Jazz?” He asked her. 

She nodded, and allowed him to pull her up from the floor. She wobbled for just a moment, and he leaned against her to stabilize her. Since when was he this cold? She wondered. Once she was standing on her own, Danny turned back to the cubicle and flushed away the grim remnants of her breakfast. He stayed by her side as she left the bathroom, glad that the noise of people moving to class had dulled, because nobody was out there to see her exit the boys bathroom.

Her gaze found Sam and Tucker, stood outside the cafeteria with her bag, and she turned to pull Danny along with her, but froze.

He was gone.

Jazz gulped down the bile that tried to rise in her throat again. He promised… She reminded herself, and forced her limbs to carry her over to Sam and Tucker.

“Thank you for grabbing my bag… I’m sorry…” She said, softly. Sam held the bag out to her with a strained smile.

“You okay?” Tucker asked.

“I’m… uh…” Okay wasn’t right. Good wasn’t right. Bad wasn’t right. “Coping.” That was all she could sum it up as, really. “Sorry for running out like that…”

The two shook their heads, but it was Sam that stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the older teen. “It’s okay. I was pretty close to that reaction myself…” 

She wanted to tell them that Danny had been there, had told her it was nothing like that. But they’d never believe her. Not when he’d vanished into thin air again. Maybe he was still in the bathroom, maybe he’d silently gone down the corridor when she’d been distracted. She didn’t imagine she’d find him. She didn’t know if he’d even show up after school…

She had to hope though. “Um… we should get to class. Do you two want a lift home later? As thanks for… this.” She held up the bag meekly. It was a poor excuse, but she needed them there. If Danny did show up, they deserved to be there, they deserved to know. It took a moment, but eventually the two nodded. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks again.” She was saying too many ‘sorry’s and ‘thank you’s, she knew. Her brain was too jumbled to say much else.

Not one of the three were able to focus in class. Tucker stared at the back of Danny’s head in Math instead of at the board, at the awkward way he was holding himself, and the flinch when he took notes. He was in pain, and all the worst case scenarios rushed through Tucker’s mind, keeping him from hearing what the teacher was talking about. He nearly ended up with detention for it. Sam was nervously sketching in the margins of her history book, trying to keep herself calm, trying not to think about why Danny wasn’t talking to them, trying not to imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to cause him to shut himself away so completely. And Jazz stared out of the window, towards the parking lot… willing each second to tick by faster. She just needed to know what had happened to her baby brother. 

Jazz was first to her car, and she tried to ignore the rock in her stomach as she waited. If Tucker and Sam weren’t there yet, why would Danny be? Surely he wouldn’t break his promise… He’d be there, surely.

Sam arrived next, looking as hollow as Jazz felt. Despite Danny’s words, she couldn’t shake the fear that something really had happened, that he’d lied. 

When Tucker arrived, Jazz balled her hand into a fist. Where was-

“Hey guys.” The three whirled around to see Danny emerging from behind a tree at the edge of the parking lot. He had his hands shoved so far into his pockets that it was a wonder he hadn’t punched a hole in them. He had his head bowed, his eyes refused to meet any of theirs.

“Danny…?” Sam and Tucker whispered simultaneously.

“In the flesh.” He said with a surprisingly dark laugh. Where’s the joke? Jazz had always prided herself on getting her brother’s bad puns, but there was no pun… There was no joke. Why are you laughing? “Um… can we talk somewhere private?” Sam, Tucker and Jazz glanced at each other. Would any of their houses suffice? Probably not. “My room is fine. Mom and Dad will probably be in the lab anyway. If that’s cool with you guys?” Jazz saw through it straight away; he wanted to be in a safe place, a place where both he felt safe, and where they would all feel safe. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. He’s here.

There was a palpable relief in the nods that he received in answer, and Jazz gestured to the car. “You want shotgun, little brother?” He managed to smile at her.

The car-ride was silent, and awkward. Jazz didn’t feel right turning the radio on, but the silence weighed heavy on all their shoulders. Danny was picking at his nails, wearing them down further to the point that Jazz was worried he’d make them bleed. But she couldn’t take her hands off the wheel to stop him, and the atmosphere inside the car was so thick with tension that she couldn’t force a word out of her mouth to tell him to stop.

Her car screeched when she parked it outside FentonWorks. The hinge creaked as she opened the door and stepped out. Her shoes clapped against the pavement. Her arm felt heavy as she reached for the front door handle. Four pairs of eyes roamed over the living area, dark and lifeless, and settled on the door to the lab. It was open, as always - Jazz never understood why they even had the door if they never intended to shut it - and familiar sounds of clanging metal reverberated up the stairs. Danny was right, they were in the lab. Again.

The boy in question was already climbing the stairs, but had paused when he noticed none of the others following him. Blue eyes blinked at them, and Jazz felt a chill go over her. She wanted to know what was causing her brother to pull away from her, that was definitely true. But… she was also scared to find out. Scared that there was nothing she could do to help him, that maybe that was the reason he hadn’t told her.

She forced herself to follow him, and her movement spurred Sam and Tucker as well. Danny offered the three a weak smile, before continuing to lead the way.

He opened his bedroom door and stood aside, gesturing for them all to file in before him. They did, silent and tense. Sam’s hands were balled into fists, her nails carving crescents into her palm as a way to keep herself from blowing up at Danny - she wanted so desperately to yell at him for making them worry so much, for not trusting them. But she held it back. It wouldn’t help. He’d just pull away again. So she kept her fists clenched and her lips tightly closed, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as another way to ground herself. Beads of metallic liquid bubbled up from the flesh, but she didn’t loose her hold.

Tucker had put his PDA away, knowing he’d retreat to it in an instant if it was in his hands. Instead, he had his beret in his hands, pulling and stretching the fabric to try and keep his emotions under control.

Jazz had no such grounding technique. She was left drifting somewhat as she entered Danny’s room. The same as always, no changes; still the pile of laundry in the corner that he hadn’t bothered to bring down for her or Mom to wash, a pile of books on his desk, all about space. But where that pile would normally be changing constantly, as he devoured each new book with voracity, this pile had a layer of dust blanketing it. It hadn’t changed in weeks…

Each of them situated themselves somewhere in the room. Sam took a bean-bag. Tucker sat on the bed. Jazz pulled the desk chair out. Danny closed the door softly, and then remained standing in front of them.

“So… Um… Sorry, first off. Yeah, I should definitely start with sorry.” Sam bit her lip harder to avoid interrupting him. “I know I’ve been… weird lately. I didn’t… I should have realized you’d all worry. Sorry.” He wasn’t looking at any of them, his eyes instead trained on his shoes, taking in the precise way that they had begun to yellow at the edges, and the scuff he’d gotten on the right one on the first day he’d got them, as was typical of the first day wearing nice new shoes. “I uh… I’m not sure where to start with it all, to be honest. It’s kind of… a lot.” He looked up briefly to take in the expressions of the three, and bit his lip. He couldn’t beat around the bush, or they’d jump to all kinds of conclusions, conclusions that he didn’t want them to have to think about. All he could do was rip the band-aid off, and hope they gave him the time of day to let him fully explain. “Basically… I kind of… turnedontheportalwhileIwasinsideandmostlysortofdied!” He spat it all out in a stream of words that didn’t even really make sense to him.

He watched the expressions in the room morph to confusion as they tried to make sense of the jumbled syllables, then… one by one… the pieces slid into place, and their eyes widened.

“You… mostly… sort of… died!?” It was Sam who broke the silence, her anger too much to contain, though now it didn’t have anywhere to go. She wanted to scream at him, but if what he was saying was true… No, I can’t be angry at him for that.

“It’s hard to explain. I don’t really get it. I’m definitely still alive. I’ve got a pulse and everything. But um… Well…” He let himself transform, refusing to look at any of them as he felt himself begin to hover above the floor. “I think I’m also a ghost?”

Jazz’s hand was gripping Danny’s desk like it was her only life-line. Maybe it was. This couldn’t be real. Her little brother couldn’t be… dead. Or… half dead? But there he was… floating. A ghost. A real, actual ghost. Their parents were right. Ghosts existed. And one was right in front of her. Her little brother was a ghost and she hadn’t noticed him die! She couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than the scenarios she’d imagined. She halted that thought process, deeming it unhelpful. She focused instead on her little brother, floating before her, looking the same and yet so different… he was wearing something oddly familiar… “That suit… That’s…” It wasn’t quite as she remembered seeing it when she and Danny had been dragged through lab safety - her own suit was precisely the same as her Mom’s because she’d shown no interest in physical science, preferring psychology, but Danny wanted to be an astronaut, so they’d made him a suit specially, in a style that might fit someone working on a space program. But it was flipped now, like his hair was… Finally, her brain processed the first part of what Danny had said in such a rush. I turned on the portal while I was inside. He’d put on the suit, he’d listened to their safety instructions and taken them on board and this had still happened. “Oh Danny…”

“For a dead guy, you’re looking pretty good.” Tucker murmured, but his usual mirth missing from his voice, and the attempted joke ended up sounding far worse than it had in his mind.

“Oh my god, Tucker, what the hell?” Sam turned to him with an incredulous look on her face, but there was a release in the statement, and it released the tension from her frame.

And Danny laughed. His smile only briefly touched his eyes, but it was enough to finally break the tension that had settled over the room. He was okay. He was here. And he’d told them. This was a lot to take in, and Jazz would make sure they all processed it in the proper, healthy ways. But for now… As the three of them stood and pulled Danny back down to the floor and wrapped him up in their arms, they were at least happy that he wasn’t hiding it from them anymore. They could help now.

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AN: I don’t even know if this is any good... It ended up a bit rushed in the hopes of getting it actually posted today. I don’t think I’ll be keeping up any kind of momentum tbh XD

[themculibrary]

Bucky/Sarah Wilson Masterlist

Accidents and Aftermaths (ao3) - spinachgarden T, 3k

Summary: They’re driving down a country road, windows down, sun streaming in. Sarah’s got one hand on the wheel, the other on Bucky’s thigh, playfully creeping upward as they belt out the lyrics of I put a Spell on You. Bucky is so far off pitch he’s practically singing a different version at this point, but there’s a smile in his eyes and it just makes everything else fade away, leaving nothing but the warm feeling in her chest, the music blaring on the radio, and the picturesque landscape surrounding them.

After that, it all happens so fast-

There’s a horrible, awful screeching noise, and then-

And then nothing.

all else above (dreaming of the man i love) (ao3) - philthestone M, 9k

Summary: The eve before Christmas Eve, Captain America was set to speak at the United Nations building, it was blizzarding in Brooklyn, and Sarah Wilson nearly died by way of a giant wheel.

She didn't die, of course. She was very gallantly rescued by a man to whom she hadn't spoken in four months. All because she'd kissed him.

Or -- and this was really a pressing question for both of them -- had it been Bucky who kissed her?

autumn. (ao3) - MissAmyShay G, 2k

Summary: Sarah hates autumn. But maybe she could learn to love it.

baby, it’s the way you touch me (ao3) - MissAmyShay E, 14k

Summary: On the night of their third date, Sarah and Bucky decide to take the next step in their relationship.

Bad Days (ao3) - MissAmyShay T, 6k

Summary: Sometimes Bucky has bad days. Sarah tries her best to help him through them.

Christmas in Romania (ao3) - Sarifinasnightmare E, 19k

Summary: Sarah is studying abroad in Romania and hopes to have a nice Christmas even though she is far from home. Her new co-worker at the coffee shop, James, immediately has eyes for her and after their first contact she can't help but look back.

coming home (ao3) - defined_insanity, Reagy_Jay T, 18k

Summary: Sarah sits on the closed lid of the toilet, staring down at the stick of plastic clutched tightly in her grasp. But no matter how long she looks, the little plus sign refuses to disappear or fade away.

Pregnant.

Her parents are going to kill her.

Fire and Snow (ao3) - MissAmyShay E, 8k

Summary: Bucky and Sarah take a weekend trip to a cabin to explore their physical relationship.

Free to Do What? (ao3) - aahrtyeah T, 32k

Summary: Sam has forbidden flirting, but Bucky's never really been one for rules anyway.

Sarah sees where Bucky started from more clearly than even he does. And she cannot get over his smile.

Home Safe (ao3) - spinachgarden E, 2k

Summary: The boys are already in bed when Bucky gets the call, and Sarah knows right away from his face when he sees the caller ID that it’s going to be a mission. Before he answers it he gives her a quick kiss on the forehead, then steps out onto the back porch.

Sarah sighs.

When he comes back in, sliding his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, he gives her a sad shake of the head and scrubs a hand over his face. “It should be a short one,” he says, “three days, maybe? I’m gonna go say goodbye to the boys.”

letters we never sent (ao3) - MissAmyShay G, 6k

Summary: Bucky likes Sarah. Sarah likes Bucky.

Cass and AJ think it’s time for their relationship to progress to a new level.

Nine Months (ao3) - thebrightestbird T, 16k

Summary: “Yo, we’re gonna have a new brother?” Cass asks.

“Or sister,” Sarah answers. “I love you boys, but I’d like a little more girl power in this house.”

Sam is staring daggers into Bucky.

Sarah's pregnant and couldn't be happier with the prospect. Bucky's thrilled and ready to become a father (and husband if he could only convince Sarah). And Sam gets his head out of his ass to fully embrace his partner as part of his family.

That's Sergeant Barnes-Wilson to you (ao3) - eden22 G, 1k

Summary: “Don’t flirt with my sister,” Sam had said. Bucky had let out half a laugh before he’d swallowed the rest of it, shaken his head.

Sam should have known then.

There’d been a lot of other shit going on though, so he figured he could be forgiven for not following up on it the way he’d meant to. And it wasn’t like Bucky would be back, anyways. Not to Sam’s town, not to his sister’s couch. They’d sort out this shit with the Flag Smashers and Bucky’d go back to ignoring his texts and calls, doing whatever he did in New York when he wasn’t following Sam around like a particularly menacing shadow with anger issues. Not worth worrying about.

Except it turned it out that none of that had been true. And it very much had been worth worrying about.

The Aftermath (ao3) - spinachgarden M, 2k

Summary: Sarah helps Sam and Bucky recover from a rough mission.

The Holidate (ao3) - defined_insanity G, 4k

Summary; Winnie shakes her head sadly as she puts the dish in the cabinet. He can feel the weight of every unsaid word she’s holding in, every despairing sigh he’s heard a million times before. And yet, he finds himself opening his mouth to say the words that will put a ridiculous lie in motion.

whatever you ask for (ao3) - Kestrafagnor T, 783

Summary: The Wilson family wants Bucky to join.

[mylittleredgirl]

I’m in love with your SG1 rabbit hole. It makes me so happy. Most especially your Janet/Daniel content cause that is my bread and butter/consuming obsession that hasn’t left in 21 years.

oh wow!! that is some serious dedication. that ship was my entry into stargate fandom, so i have great fondness for them. i'd love to hear more of your thoughts, anon!

my daniel/janet thought of the week is about how Everyone Else will react to them (and if i've already posted about it this week, sorry everyone).

i see teal'c being like #1 fan. he understands grief and loss and is so connected to daniel's grief and loss specifically (!!! i feel like we don't talk about that enough!!) that he will be The Most Supportive, and also the friend who is 100% confident that this is good and right and will work out. if daniel's ever having a moment of "we might be too different" or going through the inevitable ups and downs of a new relationship, teal'c is the friend who is like no, you are Right For Each Other and i am Confident You Will Work It Out. (plus, he has great respect for both of them, so he has independently determined that they are an acceptable match.)

jack is going to be the friend who is like "i don't know?? this seems... weird? unnatural somehow???" but also will say this mostly with his face because he's not about to get into like deep relationship talk unless daniel backs him into it. he couldn't explain why it seems weird, but it's because daniel and janet have existed in separate mental boxes for a long time (janet is super-professional and kind of intense, daniel is daniel), so for them to suddenly start hooking up is... you know. he's not opposed. he's just. well, he's genuinely weirded out at first, and then just pretends to be weirded out indefinitely because now he thinks it's funny.

sam is a little put out at first, tbh, but she keeps that to herself because she doesn’t want to be! she loves her besties so much and wants them to be happy! she thinks they'll probably be great together, and she's very careful to be 100% supportive. but it's going to be hard for a little while, personally, that her besties are honeymooning together, because they'll be pouring their attention into each other at the expense of their other relationships, and the whole fraiser family dynamic is changing, and of course they will want her to hang out with them sometimes and it's awkward to end up third-wheeling.

sam will also be the natural outside support to help cassie process this change (cassie being a teenager who Does Not Care, Ugh, but of course deeply cares). jack also helps out with that, in his own way. i don't see daniel ever replacing jack's role as cassie's primary paternal-ish figure, though of course they will get much closer as this goes on. but jack's ongoing joking disbelief lets cassie both complain in a lighthearted way and then wind around to arguing why it's fine, actually, omg stop when jack amps up the ridiculous... but sam is going to be the one to really listen and support her.

[marivenah]

you know i gotta do it

How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

What was their first kiss like?

What nicknames do they call each other?

Who hogs the blankets or takes up more than their fair share of the bed? Who puts their cold feet on the other? Who is the big and the little spoon?

for paloma x sam? 😳

Thank you Cam 💕 I'm definitely way too excited to work on them, so I decided to answer at least these few questions! I shouldn't, but I'll do it anyways

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

7. How do their friends and family feel about them as a couple?

Paloma's sister adores Sam, she thinks he's funny and a good company. She really wants to keep him around as her (hopefully soon-to-be) brother-in-law. Her mother thinks Sam is a good-for-nothing, not very fond of him. Her brother doesn't like him either. And her father doesn't like Americans in general. Overall, Sam will have such a great time here :)

Nathan and Elena both like Paloma. Nate and Paloma know each other since they were younger and they already became good friends back then. He was sometimes third-wheeling when Palo and Sam were meeting and actually intended to spend time alone with each other. She didn't mind though. As for Elena, she likes Paloma a little more than Sam, but don't tell him that, he doesn't need to know.

GEN

3. What was their first kiss like?

If things are going to work out as I've planned so far, then you could say it was a teeny tiny bit awkward? They were each other's first kiss, so simply inexperienced. It was a small, chaste kiss. It was cute, I give them that.

LOVE

11. What nicknames do they call each other?

So, Paloma originally wanted Sam to call her Palo, like her friends do. However, he instead opted for Paca and sometimes even Paquita (thanks to her sister). Other nicknames include Honey and Sweetheart.

Paloma usually calls him "gordi", sometimes "amor". She also refers to him as big guy every now and then.

DOMESTIC

11. Who hogs the blankets or takes up more than their fair share of the bed? Who puts their cold feet on the other? Who is the big and the little spoon?

Sam takes up like two-thirds of the bed. But, to his luck, Paloma is very clingy while sleeping, so she's always close to him anyways. This means, hogging the blanket is not an issue for them. His chest serves as a second pillow to her.

Sam is usually the big spoon. Though, due to Palo's clingy nature, she also gets to be the big spoon sometimes.

[casquecest]

i feel like it is sometimes so obvious that pollsnatural is a destiel shipper who doesn't really like sam lol

adding that addition after nearly every vote was for cas makes it kinda obvious :| cuz i feel like third wheel is definitely not a romance exclusive term and third wheel friend is a common phrase

Wicked obvious. How was anyone meant to read it as a shippy thing when 'TFW' is generally accepted as the equal, platonic grouping of Sam, Dean, and Cas?

Cas can be your favourite, but you'd be delusional to think he's not the third wheel.