#gonna go get comfy and make my nest on the couch to try to draw again >:)

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

hi!!! 🩷 i've been a lurker for a little while but i LOVEEE your writing and when i saw you were doing ship requests i just had to send in an ask. if ship requests are closed though, totally feel free to ignore this hehe

i'm a female (she/her), my charm point is probably my thicker eyebrows and my personal/dress style is androgynous but leaning a little towards masculine. my myers-briggs is ISTP, i'm a bit of a realist but i love making people laugh and i'm quite laidback. for weaknesses, i can be stubborn at times and get a little too defensive. but in terms of personal strengths, i'm crafty, loyal, the dad friend, and a tough egg to crack. i like living slow, so a few of my hobbies include art, lounging around, and visiting new places :)

my love language is probably physical touch first and words of affirmation second. i'm not picky about looks, but i'd like someone reliable, someone who would be there through thick and thin. they'd probably also be as laid back as i am...i wouldn't mind someone who puts me on a pedestal gomez addams style hehehe. i'm fine with any of the boys, but a few of my faves from bob include bull, toye, luz, and malarkey!

thank you so much for opening up ur requests and i cant wait to read what you write next!!! 🩷🩷🩷

AAAAAA thank you so much for the kind words anon!! I’m sorry this took so long lmao 😅 Thank you for requesting and hope you're having a great day!!

I ship you with…

George Luz! What would we do without George Luz!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - A Kind of Magic by Queen

How you met

Ok so I picture you being an NCO in Luz’s platoon

Very much have the respect of your men and they would follow you off a cliff if that’s where you were going

In Taccoa with Luz first saw you he was just

In absolute awe

The way you handled Sobel’s bullshit while keeping up the morale of your men just… He was in love with you from day 1 but he never acknowledges it, he just thinks he really admires you

Also he loved having someone else to joke with and banter, he’d never admit it but in places like Eindhoven and Bastogne Luz felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, like, he wasn’t the only one trying to make the others laugh to help them through it

So y’all get to the Eagle’s Nest and you and George are sharing a bottle of wine on a couch just vibing and having a lovely time

And then quietly Luz asks “what do you think you’ll do when we get home?”

Then you realize that you and George aren’t gonna be together every day forever

“I’m honestly not sure George, what about you?”

“Well I’m probably gonna go back to Rhode Island, but I’d love to bring a certain someone back with me…”

“...you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

This whole time your voices are getting quieter and y’all are leaning closer to each other until finally your lips touch and holy moly both of y’all are on tOP OF THE WORLD

How he knew he loves you

Ok so I know he said he’s in love with you from day 1 but goofy boy Has No Idea

Sure he realizes he has a crush on you at the Eagle’s Nest but he still has a ways to go lol

So you two are in your apartment on a lazy saturday just relaxing and doing your own things

You’re doing some drawing on the couch and you don’t see Luz just PLOP and glue himself to you

The two of you start laughing and you try (not really) to push him off but you both wind up laying on the couch him spooning you close and tight and you both just feel so happy and safe

And Luz just realizes… this is where he wants to be

Not necessarily on the couch (even though y’all’s couch is mega comfy) but just goofing around with you and snuggling you and talking about everything under the sun

So he turns you around in his arms and looks into your eyes and

“You’re my best friend, I’m in love with you”

And in that moment everything is just Perfect

A conflict and how y’all resolve it

So both of y’all have had hard times at work recently

Nothing too awful, just a bunch of little things and they’ve been piling up for both of y’all

So Luz just got home and went to the kitchen to get you and him a couple glasses of water

And you just hear a glass break followed by a “shit!”

You go into the kitchen and see George trying to sweep up all the glass with a hand broom and dust pan

You crouch down to help him but inadvertently let an aggravated sigh slip past your lips

“I didn’t do this on purpose y’know…” George mutters to you

“I never said you did?”

The two of you start bickering and it grows into something that has you both yelling at each other over you don’t even know what

You go to grumpily put the broken glass in the trash but accidentally get a small cut on your hand in the process

Of course now it’s your turn to shout “shit!” and you make your way over to the sink

George just grows quiet and follows you

He gently takes your hand away from the cut and wordlessly starts cleaning and bandaging the cut for you

“I’m really sorry about all that, work has just been shit this week, every day it feels like there’s something new going on,” his voice is almost a whisper, but you can still detect the sadness and regret

“I’m sorry too… work hasn’t been great for me either…”

You both just quietly vent what’s been going on at your jobs and it ends with Luz engulfing you in one of his trademark Hugs

“I love you so much doll,” he says before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead

The two of you spend the rest of the night just holding each other and watching a funny movie in peace

Your Happily Ever After

Y’all are just the epitome of being with your best friend

You’re always doing things together and it becomes so silly and SO CUTE

It could be anything from being on a fancy dinner date and starting a food fight to playing pranks on each other at home

Like even grocery shopping y’all will just… turn it into this hilarious, wholesome chaos that only comes from being soulmates with someone on your wavelength

Also you two ALWAYS go out together, like, all your friends know they’re getting both of you or neither of you and it’s adorable

Like, everything y’all do with each other is just so easy (heheheheh)

Even when you have the worst days you’re able to fall into each other’s arms and it’s just a breath of fresh air

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Ok so

Y’all talk on the phone to your Easy Boys all the time

But on more than one occasion they’ve mixed up y’all’s voices

Like you’ll pick up the phone and Malarkey will just “Hey George!” without missing a beat

So now y’all have made it into a game

Whenever one of you picks up the phone and it’s an old Easy Buddy you both purposefully try to imitate each other and both of you just get an absolute kick out of it

Perconte has been the only one so far to see through it but everyone else is totally clueless

It backfired a little when you were on the phone and Guarnere went “so how’s engagement ring shopping going?” but that’s another topic for another day

Aaaaa I hope you like it Anon!! Please don't be afraid to message me telling me you saw this lol, I know the feeling of submitting an anon ask and then forgetting about it 🤣 Thank you again for requesting love!! ✨

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #hbo #hbo war #easy company #ask #anon #george luz #emily shut up #making waves

[izzy-b-hands]

Venus As A Boy

I’ve had Venus As A Boy on repeat on Spotify for like a week now, and I finally decided to do something with the energy it gave me, and I ended up here lol. Didn’t expect it to end up Sledgefu, but...it happened! 

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“You draw?”

“You know I do,” Eugene replied, his brow furrowed over the sketchpad in his hand, and readjusted on the couch he was sat on. “Don’t wiggle.” 

“You like it when I wiggle.” 

“Normally, sure, but not right now,” Eugene said absent-mindedly. “Tryin’ not to mess this up.”

Snafu nearly moved a leg, then didn’t. “You won’t.”

“You trust me that much?” 

“It’s just me...sitting in a chair...like I died in it or something. Can’t mess that up,” Snafu replied. 

“I bet I could.” 

“Shut up,” Snafu grinned. “Be a better picture if we made it more interesting.” 

Eugene raised an eyebrow as he put down another line for the texture of the chair. “And how would you do that?” 

“Can I show you?” 

Eugene kept his eyes on the sketch. “Sure.” 

He kept his eyes down, even as he heard Snafu moving. He was mostly just putting the chair down now anyway, so he could alter it as needed for whatever Snafu had planned. And he was curious, for sure. 

“Okay, tell me what you think.”

He looked up.

Snafu was nude, his clothes tossed away from the chair across the room, one of the cats already nesting in them. He lounged outstretched across the arms of the armchair, his neck tilted back so his Adam’s Apple stood out, his legs settled carelessly by each other, as if he sat that way every day. 

He looked like he ought to be carved for a sculpture, not depicted in a half-assed practice sketch. 

Snafu’s eyes were shut, but one popped open and looked at him. “You gonna keep going? I think I can hold this for awhile, but in case I can’t you might wanna start gettin’ it down now.” 

Eugene swallowed, and nodded. “Right.” 

Snafu giggled, and closed his eye again, readjusting just a bit. “Go for it, artist boy. You got this.”

He ignored the twitching of his cock in his trousers, and tried to focus on the page, to make the lines flow and match the absolute vision in front of him. How could he possibly do that justice?

It was difficult enough not to get distracted just looking at Snafu, watching the slow rise and fall of his lightly haired chest, the soft bit of pudge on his stomach (thanks to a combination of his mother’s recipes and their consistent inability to cut them down correctly, so they made enough for two people rather than for four or more.) The bit of curled dark hair at the base of his cock, which rested against one of his thighs. How his thighs looked so thin, but Snafu knew from experience were all muscle and sinew, strong when they wrapped around his back in bed. His calves delicate but just as strong, and his feet that, it never failed, would find their way under Eugene’s legs on the colder nights to keep warm. 

He was art, just sitting there in front of him. How could he replicate a masterpiece?

But he could try, if nothing else. And try he did, until his fingers and wrist started to hurt, until his hands were stained from his attempts at shading the way he needed it to be. Until Snafu finally made a sound. 

“Gene, it’s been like two hours. I gotta stretch for a second, okay?” 

He looked up as if he’d been smacked, and nodded. “Yeah, right. Really?”

Snafu smiled. “You’re so damn cute, you know that?” 

“Well, you’re beautiful.” 

Snafu blushed. “Shut it.” 

“You are. If you could have seen yourself a minute ago, you’d agree. If I can get this right, you’ll see what I mean, I promise. Forget my drawing, you could be in the museum yourself!” 

Snafu cackled. “Stop lyin’ to me like that. Sweet as it is.” 

“I mean it,” Eugene stressed, taking a moment to admire the scene as Snafu stretched his arms out, then turned and bent over to stretch his back. 

“Then I wouldn’t be here with you,” Snafu said. “That wouldn’t do at all. Can’t put in a museum, darlin’. Just gonna have to admire me here. Like a personal art collection.”

He yawned, then settled back into his pose on the chair. “How much is left, you figure?” 

Eugene sighed and hesitated. “Give or take another one to four hours?” 

Snafu snorted. “Should I assume four?” 

“Depends,” Eugene replied. “On if I keep gettin’ distracted with how pretty you are.” 

“Oh, go on.” 

“Don’t tell me that, I will. Then this’ll never get finished,” Eugene chuckled. “But you are. Incredibly. From a husband perspective, and an artist perspective.” 

“Good. I was afraid you might be biased,” Snafu said, his eyes shutting again. 

“You’re gonna fall asleep on me!” 

“I swear I will not,” Snafu said, before yawning again. “Just a comfy chair.” 

“What do you swear on?” 

“Your cute ass, how about that?” Snafu smirked. 

Eugene could think of plenty of things he wanted Snafu to do with his ass, but for now, swearing on it as a promise could work. 

After all, he had a sketch to finish. Though it was less a sketch now, and more a full-fledged drawing. 

He’d incorporated the window looking out to the backyard into the background, trying to better show texture on the wood flooring underneath the chair, to get every little detail he could. To make it as close to what he was seeing as possible. 

He zoned in again, only stopping when Snafu coughed. 

“Um. I have to piss. And it’s nearly...shit, lemme check my watch.” 

Snafu climbed out of the chair and retrieved his watch from his pile of clothes, the cat laying on them not disturbed by his rifling through them. “Evening now. We’ve been at this all afternoon.” 

“You go use the bathroom, then come back,” Eugene instructed. “I need to see your wrists, to make sure I got them right.” 

Snafu had let one hand rest behind his head, the other arm stretched down to just barely brush the floor, and Eugene needed to be sure he’d gotten the delicate look of Snafu’s wrist just so. It could be finished then, he’d decided. 

A few minutes later, Snafu wandered back in, and stood in front of him, a hand smelling of the soap by their bathroom sink stretched out. 

He took it carefully, turning it over as he examined Snafu’s wrist, looking for any missed detail. 

“Okay. We’re done.”

Snafu smiled. “Can I see?” 

Eugene patted the empty section of the couch beside him, and handed Snafu the sketchbook. 

Snafu’s eyes went wide. “This...I’m not...” 

“What?” 

Snafu chuckled. “I’m not that pretty. No way in hell.” 

“You are. You just don’t see it ‘cause you’re used to that face of yours, and you don’t see it the way everyone else does,” Eugene said. “I don’t draw things inaccurately.” 

Snafu nodded. “That’s certainly true of your bird sketches. But this...” 

“Is my best work yet, even if I couldn’t quite do you full justice,” Eugene interjected. “If I put this in an art show, I’d have to bring you with so they could see that the real thing is even more beautiful.”

Snafu kissed him softly, then handed the sketchbook back. “Can we frame it? I mean, that sounds vain, but you did a good job, and if we can’t show it off at an art show-” 

Eugene interrupted him with another kiss, and shook his head. “Some art for our private collection. Very rare.” 

“One in a million,” Snafu murmured, his eyes still shut as Eugene moved back from their kiss, his dark eyelashes fluttering when he opened them a moment later. “Just like you.”

They both agreed it wasn’t living room art (the questions they’d get from everyone weren’t worth it, better to decide who could see it and when) and so it took a place of honor in their room, on the wall opposite their bed. 

Eugene’s choice, that. He could look either way, and see Snafu no matter what.

And if that wasn’t the best personal art gallery he could get, then he didn’t know what would be.  

#text post #LeeH writes #Sledgefu

[vincent-frankenstein]

(OTP list)41. "Wait, stay right there- I've got a song for you" with Remile please

me? projecting my insomnia on another helpless fictional character? it’s exactly as likely as you think. no i cannot be stopped.

im sorry this took so longgg but,,, i think it came out pretty good and i had fun writing it so !!! hope u enjoyyy

it was an absolute joy to write this prompt ;3c

It was nearly four A.M., and Emile hadn't slept a wink.

He'd tried, sure. But no amount of chamomile tea and handy breathing techniques could seem to break through the fog of buzzing restlessness that had seeped into his bones. It grated against the exhaustion woven through his mind and kept him up pacing for hours on end. If Remy were there, he'd joke about how he'd rubbed off on him.

He wished Remy was there. He knew insomnia better than the back of his own hand, and he always knew how to help Emile through it. Besides, nothing ever felt quite as bad when he was by Emile's side. He'd make some stupid joke or smile at Emile with those perfect, sparking eyes and everything keeping him awake would vanish. Maybe he should text him —

Something clattered out on the fire escape, and Emile paused, eyes widening. The fire escape creaked and groaned beneath something's weight and Emile whirled around, his sleep-deprived mind instantly conjuring dozens of ideas of what it could be, and as the curtains fluttered in the open breeze he couldn't help but wonder if, by leaving the window opened, he'd sealed his own fate.

Then a figure yanked the curtains back and peered inside, and all his worries disappeared. "Remy?" he whispered, wrapping his blanket tighter around his shoulders as he made his way to the window. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to check on ya, girl!" Remy declared, leaning over the windowsill with a cheerful wink. At Emile's questioning gaze, he rolled his eyes. "What, a guy can't check up on his bestie at four am? What kind of world are we living in?"

"How did you know I was awake?" Emile asked, drawing his knees to his chest and leaning back against the wall. Remy rolled his eyes, swinging his legs over the windowsill to sit beside him.

"I could hear you pacing, hun," he said. Emile winced, biting his lip. He'd hoped his pacing wouldn't wake the Somnuses downstairs.

"Sorry," Emile said.

"Nah, no biggie, girl. I was awake anyway, I have a sleepless reputation to uphold." He shifted on the windowsill to face Emile, concern sparking behind his sunglasses. "But you don't, hun. What's with the late hours?"

"I dunno," Emile said, thankful that the darkness of night hid the way his cheeks darkened under Remy's stare. "Can't stop thinkin', I guess."

"'Bout what?"

"Who knows?" Emile flopped onto his back on the couch, stretching his legs out. Remy snorted, shoving away one of his feet. "The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma, you know."

Remy laughed out loud; the sound nearly made Emile's heart burst with sunshine. "Mood, sponge-babe," Remy joked.

"Actually, that was Patrick."

"Uh, can I make a sassy joke out of 'Patrick?' No. Shut up." Remy stuck his tongue out and Emile kicked at him, already feeling the heavy feeling in his chest begin to lift. Remy yelped as he dodged Emile's kick, bracing himself against the sides of the window. "C'mon, girl, I'm trying to help you here!"

Emile giggled. "Sorry, Rem," he said with a playful shrug. "Insult my cartoon references and you will get kicked."

"Wow, harsh, babe," Remy said in mock offense. "Suffer with your insomnia, then, biatch."

"Nooooo," Emile groaned, reaching towards Remy overdramatically. He opened and closed his fingers a few times to emphasize his drama. "I'm sorry, don't go~! I love you!"

And that's when time stuttered to a stop, if only for a moment. It had slipped out in his exhaustion and it hung in the air between them for either a split second or an eternity. Remy blinked at him owlishly, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

But then he snapped back into normalcy. "Wasn't gonna leave anyway, but thanks for the delicious ego-boost, girl." He grinned and Emile rolled his eyes, letting out a silent breath of relief. It was platonic. They were platonic. It was fine.

"No prob, bob," Emile said with a fond smile. Remy laughed, shaking his head.

"Anygay," he drawled, lounging across the edge of the windowsill, "grab your pillows and jump out the window, babe, I'm boutta yeet your stress the fuck away."

"Wh — what?" Emile sat up, laughter bubbling to the surface.

"What, 'what?' That's pretty self-explanatory, hun. Grab some blankets, too. We're gettin' cozy in the club tonight!"

"Uh," Emile said eloquently. Remy laughed, and fireworks went off in Emile's lungs.

"Come on, Em, we don't have all night!" And with that, he slid off the windowsill and back onto the fire escape, and the curtains fell back into place. Emile sat there for a long, silent moment, before getting up to go grab some pillows.

Remy waited on the fire escape, leaning against the railing with a tiny picnic spread at his feet. He sipped from a cup of Starbucks — and Emile didn't even pause to wonder how he'd gotten Starbucks at four AM, because, come on, this was Remy — and offered Emile a shrug and a quirked brow, a smirk slipping into place. "Ta-da~" he drawled.

"Aw, Rem," Emile said softly. "This is... super —"

"I know, I know —"

"— califragilisticexpialidocious," he finished with a grin.

"That's it, no more time around Roman for you." Remy slid down until he was sitting cross-legged on the ground. "Hand me a blanket stat, girl, we're building a nest."

"Aye, aye, captain!" Emile saluted, and promptly threw a blanket in Remy's face.

"What is up with you 'n Spongebob tonight?" Remy caught the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders with a dramatic flourish.

Emile laughed, spreading pillows around their tiny picnic to start the nest. "I guess nautical nonsense is just something I wish!" he said with a shrug.

"Wig, okay." Remy set down his Starbucks, and together the two got to work, wrapping piles of blankets around the tiny fire escape into a comfortably warm nest.

Emile settled into place in the center and picked up one of the pastries Remy had brought, wrapping a Winnie-the-pooh blanket around his shoulders. Remy hesitated just before getting comfortable, eyes widening. "Wait, wait, stay right there," he said, getting to his feet in a rush, as if something had occurred to him and he needed to act on it before his confidence failed. "I've got a song for you."

"A song?" Emile's face brightened and he smiled around a mouthful of donut. Remy blushed — actually blushed, Emile noted with a swooping feeling in his chest — and shrugged, only offering a wink before he disappeared back down the stairs.

Emile busied himself readjusting the blankets again and again, trying to keep the fluttering feeling in his chest from bursting out. A song? For him? It was exactly the kind of sweet, romantic gesture he'd daydreamed about, though he'd never admit it. He let out a breath, holding a blanket to his chest.

Remy only took a few moments to return, this time with a guitar in his arms, painted with swirls of color. He'd shoved his sunglasses up onto his head, a rare occurrence — and under his gaze, Emile felt himself melt.

"'Kay," Remy said, dropping down beside Emile. "Prepare yaself, girl, your insomnia's about to be yeeted directly outta here. Get comfy."

He gestured to his side, tilting his head invitingly, and Emile's face grew warm as he leaned into him. The rest of the weight on his chest evaporated instantly when Remy shifted to accommodate his weight, offering him a fond smile.

"Focus on my voice, girl," Remy said. He took a breath and strummed a couple of notes, letting them hang warmly in the chilly morning air. "If I could, begin to be, half of what you think of me..."

Emile recognized the song immediately — of course he did, it was his favorite, his absolute favorite, and Remy had learned it for him. Warmth bloomed in his chest and love blossomed in his smile. Remy's voice was as smooth and warm as the richest coffee and three times as delicious; Emile wanted to drink it all in, as much as he could, forever.

Darkness swirled at the edge of his vision. He yawned, shifting almost subconsciously until he was laying in Remy's lap. As Remy's song came to a close, his final notes hanging in the air, Emile finally drifted off to sleep.

But not before he heard Remy's quiet voice, softly honeyed and as beautiful as the sunrise-colors swirling through the sky.

"I love you, too."

#yeets this outta my hw pile before diving back in #ill post the other prompts as soon as i get them done !!!! hopefully tonight #thank u for the prompt this was so sweet to write #remile #remy sanders #emile picani #celeste's portfolio #joygaytrash

[theharlequinwriter]

Wound

Summary :you get hurt on a hunt in sam takes care you fluffy

Word count : 1,462

Triggers : None.

“Y/n!”

I ducked as dean threw holy water over my head splashing a demon in the face.

“RUN!”

I took off running twords the door, sam grabbed my hand pulling me into the next room covering my mouth with his hand. Dean came in after putting salt around the doors and windows.

“How many dean”

Sam sat down at a table drawing out the layout of the house. Drawing 3 x’s where we were.

“At least 13 sam not counting the three hell hounds”

Peeking outside I saw at least four demons waiting for us by the car. We planned a escape I go out the window taking out 2 of the demons by the car. Sam runs out the back killing the other two while dean distracts the ones inside. Sam grabbed my hand pulling me into him giving me a kiss.

“Love you”

“Love you too”

I broke the Window hopping out I ran forward slicing a demon from hip to hip making her fall to the ground after I killed her off . I turned to sam on his back with a demon on top trying to stab him. I went to help when I felt a sharp pain in my side , looking down a knife was deep into myside causing me to fall to my knees. I cringed pulling the blade out letting blood flow out of my wound.

Placing my hand over it , I stood up turning twords the demon who was now smiling I lunged forward cutting his arm.  He screamed at the nice gash I left on his arm. His eyes flashed black as I felt myself be thrown across the street smashing into a old car windshield smashing it into pieces.  I tried pushing myself up but I had lost to much blood feeling myself get weak I stayed where I fell.

I dont know what happend but I woke up in the back seat of the impala my head on sams lap and dean driving like a maniac. My eyes were to heavy to lift , I could hear dean telling sam to talk to me keep me awake.

“Y/n baby stay with me please”

I could feel his hand checking my pulse “Dean her pulse is weak”

I heard the engine roar before I passed back out. I woke up laying on a hotel bed stitches all down my side and neck. Trying to sit up my arms burned with pain causing me to scream.

“OWW FUCK”

The door flew open , sam came running in sitting next to me. He had been crying.

“You’re alright , we did the best we could just waiting for cas”

I laughed feeling my chest become heavy I winced at the pain.

“What happend?”

“A demon blitzed you from the trees”

“How did we get out”

“Surprisingly crowley helped”

Sam laid on the bed next to me carefully pulling me up to his chest. I curled up into a ball burying my face into his neck. I felt his hands tracing lightly over my stitches.

“Im sorry”

“For what?”

“I shouldn’t of let you go with us on a demon hunt”

“Sam its not your fault , you guys didnt know it was a nest”

I leaned up kissing his cheek.

My head began to feel dizzy , I gripped onto sam wrist holding myself still.

“Baby you o-”

Thats all I heard before everything went black again. I felt myself slipping in and out of conciseness I could hear the guys.

“I dont know what to do dean , im getting scared she might not pull through”

“Sammy she will be fine , shes tough , just make sure she doesnt move to much”

I had to wake up , forcing myself to groan I heard sams footsteps run to my bed. I felt his hand on my thigh lightly shaking me.

“Baby?”

“Hi moose”

He laughed  , I could see the relief In his eyes as I shifted so I could look up at him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like a rag doll”

He rubbed the back of his neck , smiling down at me.

“You do know I love you right?”

“Of course I do sam , whats wrong?”

He scooted me over laying next to me.

“Sam”

“I thought I was gonna lose you”

I could tell he hadn’t slept in days , lifting myself up , I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling myself onto his chest. Listening to him breath one of his hands rest on my hip while the other rubbed down my back.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy”

He hugged me causing me to hiss in pain.

“Shit im sorry baby”

“Its fine , dont let go”

His hands stayed where they were.

“Dean wants to drive back to the bunker tonight , you think you can walk a little”

We packed up getting ready to head out.  I limped to the car falling face first into the leather of the back seat. As dean drove I laid in the back singing along to the same music that always played. Sams hand held mine incase I passed out or needed him.

We arrived back at the bunker , once inside , sam made me a cup of tea while dean went to take a shower. I sat on the couch looking up the stairs where mine and sams bedroom was. Letting out a small groan , I lifted myself up starting to attempt my climb up the steps. I was having a hard time my stitches pulling every move I made. I was about to sit down when two arms swooped me up carrying me the rest of the way. Sam smiled at me as he laid me on the bed.

“You dont have to baby me sam”

“Im not , just got tired of watching you struggle”

He winked at me as he walked out the door. I sat up on the bed making myself comfy when sam came back with a big bowl of popcorn and a stack of movies.

“Thought since your bed ridden we watch movies”

He put in the first one which was army of darkness. He changed into his pjs crawling next to me pulling me into his arms. As the movie played his hands rubbed my back pulling me into him even more. Once the movie was over he got up to switch it.

“Uhh avengers or iron man 3”                                                       “Avengers”

He put it on laying down next to me once agian pulling me into him.

“Sam?”

“Yea?”

“You know you dont have to stay by my side 24/7”

He moved his gaze to me.

“Do you remeber the first day we met?”

“Yeah why?”

“I asked you out thinking you were gonna say no”

I laughed remembering when sam and dean came into my class posing as college freshmen. I was studying law apperntly a shape shifter was too Sam had gotten put in the seat next to mine. Allowing me to flirt with him all I wanted. It was maybe two weeks later when sam ran up to me during lunch asking if I wanted to go out with him but made it perfectly clear I could say no. Of course I said yes while on our date of course demons had to crash it destroying the diner and killing everyone but me and sam.

“Do you remember what  I promised you?”

“you promised to never leave my side and protect me”

His finger lifted my chin pressing his lips to mine softly.

“I kept that promise until the other day”

“Sam that wasnt your fault , I should of watched my back”

“You should be in college but you ran away with me instead”

I pecked his lips on more time.

“Y/n im never gonna let anything hurt you , I wont leave your side”

“Sam” He placed a finger on my lips.

“Im not done , if you died I dont know what I do , I mean I lost dean before and went die hard on everything but if I lost you I think id just give up cause why save everyone else when I couldn’t save you”

I could feel tears running down my face , I pulled myself up giving him A deep passionfull kiss. His hands wrapped around my lower back pulling me onto his lap. I leaned back resting my arms on his shoulders.

“But who will protect you sam?”

“I will”

Looking in the door way , dean held 3 beers ,2 burgers and a salad.

“Lets move movie night to the den ay?”

I grabbed the movies while sam grabbed blankets and pillows, once sam helped me downstairs we put in a movie while we ate. I fell alseep on sams chest listening to him and dean argue over the next movie.

#Littlebrothersammyimagines #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester imagine #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x reader

[skyphile]

✧

✧ First time cuddling together.

Looking back now, you’re not even sure how the two of you landed in this specific, unforeseeable situation. All you can parse at the moment is the way his hands keep opening and clasping, the faint fresh scent of upturnt soil wafting off his hair, and the burning few inches that keep you and him apart.

You suppose it’s all part of growing a new garden nearly from scratch - and from the way you’ve started to catch him talking about it, he sure knows a lot about this subject - that by fully embracing the huge tree the love of your life has been rooting in your heart you’d also be embracing all its grafted branches.

... Except there isn’t much hugging happening just yet.

The apartment is empty and silent, aside from the endlessly curious ferret that scours random pieces of furniture with scratchy paws. Dave has been asleep for hours, just a wall away, but you’d come just to spend time with Colin anyway - tonight you took him to an old playground, its dilapidated pieces still pretty stellar places to sit around and watch the sky from.

Upon returning him home safe and sound, you’d planned on going home yourself, or maybe playing your big stray kitten eyes card at the most beloved neighbor, kindly requesting to share his warm bed. But the moment that you sat down his couch for a breather and the dark closed in, it was as if some kind of veil had parted from Colin’s expression, painting the corners of his lips and unfocused eyes with a kind of hunger you were all too familiar with.

You hadn’t been able to move away since, and neither had he made any effort to send you off.

And so, throwing inhibition to the wind as you’re wont to, you take a deep breath, and give into the need to sate this quiet hunger yourself.

You treat it like a process, like a caring journey to grow a single flower, just like you would any first session with a professional cuddling client - a particularly timid one. Your smile is tired but genuine, and the first contact is just your shoulder leaning against his - but even that is enough to make him startle a little, and then allow that small amount of warmth to spread to you. Your giggle and your voice, when they come, are quiet and gentle.

“You know, even if it’s just sitting here in silence with you… you’re a pretty neat guy to hang around, Colin. I’m very glad to be here. We should keep doing stuff like this...”

His reply comes as an almost biting remark under his breath, melting into a thank you, his hands still not quite knowing what to do as they lay on his lap, but he doesn’t move away from you. You laugh again.

“Sure… do you... mind if I stay a while longer? It’s comfy here, and I think it’d be nice for the both of us, to have some kind of company tonight. Plus, I haven’t had the chance to show off my amazing arm skills to you yet!”

He actually chuckles back this time, a brief and broken but tender heartwarming sound, and the smile that remains is a personal victory to you. He keeps twiddling his fingers, doesn’t move at all as if his whole body has gone stiff, but the ‘sure’ he gives is all you need anyway.

Even as he tries to be cool about it, you notice how his eyes dart to every motion you make, like a sensor guided bot that isn’t quite sure if his response algorithms and programs run smoothly just yet. You move your arm along his shoulders with the patience of a princess trying to get a bird to feed from her hands, and he tenses just before the bird leaps in, picks up the first seed, and allows itself to feel safe for once. When his hand tentatively comes to grasp at your arm, even if his hold is just a tad too tight for comfort, you heave out a warm sigh of contentment.

From then on, the pieces fall more easily into place, as if cuddling were the natural state of being the both of you were clumsily gravitating towards from the start. Your free hand meets his hair like a butterfly landing on a leaf, before crawling like a happy cat further into the soft gift-wrapper clippings that are his brown locks. His head eventually rests on your shoulder, after eras of scrutinizing the horizon for eagles prowling for an easy kill, and you allow yours to follow suit, your chin making a happy nest on earthy hair.

You lay there like a painting in this way, a victory to affection and well earned comfort. You keep breathing deep and steady, and as he starts to mirror you even without knowing it, the last remnants of tension leave him with the air from his lungs.

“You’re not actually half-bad…” is all he eventually says, and the words are trophy in your heart, to wear proud and happy.

“Well, you’re just cute as all hell,” comes your reply, “and you’re comfy to boot too! I guess you’re doomed now, you ain’t gonna be rid of me EVER.”

He is quiet but smiles wider, and you notice how the tiredness has ten-folded in the both of you, stubbornly prodding you to be tended to. With your fingers drawing circles on his scalp and your voice lowering down to a whisper, you get him to talk more about his job, about the sort of things he did that actually made him feel alive, but just as planned… he doesn’t last long.

His voice drifts seamlessly into steady breathing, and allowing yourself one last giggle and tender compliment, you follow him into Sandman’s trail too.

#drabbles #i declare this CANON btw this has definitely happened #i love them #velcrounit

[writefanficssometimes]

Balloons - Fred X Reader -

A/n Sorry for my absence! This is for a contest. My only warning is cursing and that I may not have gotten all of my mistakes.

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Several groups gathered in the stone hallway, some were just mingling with one another, others comparing notes from the day's classes. Neither being the case for our group.

"Any sight of him yet?" Currently, Fred, George, and I were standing together outside of Snape's classroom. I quickly look around. "Nope. Do you think he'll know it was us?" My voice barely above a whisper I try to appear as innocent as possible. The two boys share a look of amusement.

"Who else would come to mind?" Fred slings his arm around my shoulder. "Yeah, pranks are our trademark." George mirrors his twin. "What do you think he's gonna do to us?" A small bit of adrenaline rushes through me, I'm still pretty new to the pranking scene, but I'm having the time of my life.

"Probably the usual," George states simply. "Just depends on how long this time."

"How long do you think it will be this time Georgie?" As he speaks Fred's eyebrows wiggle. I can tell they're trying to make me freak out, but I now genuinely want to know.

"Well, how long is it normally?"

"About two weeks." They unison actually started to put me on edge.

"How does this compare to some of your other pranks?" I know it's kind of unreasonable but I was actually starting to worry.

"Not at bad as some." Fred states. "But worse than others." George finishes. Their arms tighten around me slightly.

"Nothing to worry about though, (Y/N). You'll have us." "Fred, I know the both of you. You'll only try and scare me more," My eyes land on a black cloaked figure sweeping down the hall. "Snake on deck, boys." My voice drops to a whisper as we watch Snape make his way into his classroom.

Little did he know that we had filled to whole room with balloons up to the ceiling, but they aren't any normal balloons, they're full of paint. Snape opens the door to his classroom thus triggering a small set of fireworks. The sparks from the explosives pop the paint filled balloons coating the contents of the room in a thick layer of paint. Laughs echo off the stone walls as Snape comes out also covered from head to toe in a rainbow of paint. He makes direct eye contact with us. I feel the twins' arms leave my shoulder and a pair slide around my waist. My feet leave the ground, one of the twins was now carrying me over his shoulder. He starts to flee the scene of the crime "What are you doing?" A small yelp leaves my lips as I feel myself being let go of slightly, the twin is now holding me bridal style. Getting a better look at his face I see that Fred is the one carrying me. "Aren't we going to get in even more trouble for running away?" Panic lacing my voice, the two boys laugh. "Better than being hit." Again they respond in unison as we whip around a corner. Out of nowhere a door forms on a once-blank wall, before anyone else could follow us we made our way inside. Fred plops down on a cushy maroon couch, still holding me in his arms. The three of us sit and catch our breath, a few seconds later laughter echoes through the room. "Did you see the look on his face? Priceless! Can we do that again?" I somehow form words through my laughter, adrenaline pumping through my system. I lean my head back onto Fred's shoulder, laughter shaking both of our bodies. Soon the three of us were a laughing mess on the couch. Our laughter fades and a peace settles in the room, soon we're in a full-fledged conversation. Clock sounds, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. Eleven strokes. "Guys were going to get in even more trouble if we're in the halls now. Should we stay here until morning?" Fred's arms were currently wrapped around my waist and his head on my shoulder, me in his lap and George's head was in my lap. A silence had hung in the air for a while. I got no response. "Fred? George?" I squirm a little to try and wake them up. "Boys? Boys." Nothing. "Boys!" I finally raise my voice, not much, but enough. The two stir, George rolled over onto his back and looks up at me. "What do you want woman?" "I don't know if you noticed but it's 11 p.m. and if we get caught in the halls we'll be in even more trouble." Fred finally lifts his head. "Well, who says we'll get caught?" He wriggles his eyebrows at me.

"They probably looking for us anyway, we're bound to run into someone if we leave." I lift my eyebrows in testament. "We should probably stay here until morning."

"We're all going to sleep on this one couch?" George still not in a fully awake state has clearly forgotten that we're in the room of requirement. "I'm about to be captain obvious here. George, we're in the Room of Requirement. The room of fucking requirement, if we require it, the room will give us what we require." I stare at him blankly a bit too tired to deal with his sleep induced stupidity. "Come on, get up Georgie." I lightly push him off my lap and unravel Fred's arms from around my waist. Standing up I walk to the middle of the room. I draw a blank. "Wait... do I just ask the room for beds? Or?" I hear Fred sigh in the background. "Sir, are you judging me?" I turn on my heels and cross my arms at him, a look of mock hurt sitting on my face. He simply saunters his way over to me a smirk on his face. Getting a bit too close for comfort I feel my face start to heat up. Out of the blue, he places his hands over my eyes.

"Fred? What are you doing? Why are you covering my eyes?" The only reply was a mischievous giggle.

"George? What is he doing?" The pitch in my voice raises slightly. "Fred, George. Answer me. What's going on?" Fred removes his hands from over my eyes. My eyes adjust to the light and I take in the room.

The couch was still there, this side of the room is the same. I turn slightly to my right, the twins, okay. More to the right, a fireplace. More to the right. "Oh, shit. When did that get here?" now there was a plush looking Texas King bed covered in maroon sheets with golden swirls embroidered into the duvet. I stop fighting the urge and full on sprint to the bed and catapult myself onto it. "Oh, Merlin! It's so comfy!" A satisfied sigh leaves me as I sink into the cushy goodness. Soon I feel two bodies fall next to me. I climb under the thick covers and wrap myself in them. Just as I start to embrace comfort my blanket is ripped away from me. "Hey! I was comfy. Why would you do that?"  I whine as I lazily grab at the sheets, sleep still trying to take over. Both twins slide under the covers, a pair of arms wrap around my waist. The powerful grip of sleep soon starts to take over. The arms around my waist pull me in tighter and the owner buries their face in my hair. A content sigh leaves the two of us as we both slip into sleep.

At some point in the night, I must have turned over. My heavy eyelids flutter open and are met with the faded white of one of the boys’ uniforms. I roll back over to my other side to see the room covered by a cast of shadow, the only light was a slim moonbeam. One window is visible from where I am. A tree branch dances in the wind; a starling perched on one of the branches is cuddling into its nest. My eyes continue to focus on the scene beyond the window. Soon sleep once again takes me in its grasp. The sun began to peek into the room. A warm wash encouraging me to open my eyes. Once again I’m met with the white shirt of one of the twins. Not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the embrace, I cuddle in closer and close my eyes once more. Almost as soon as I close my eyes I can hear the sound of the other twin shifting in the covers. The twin holding me also stirs slightly. “Fred, did you finally pluck up the courage?” A light whisper is heard behind me. A small chuckle leaves the older twin. I can feel strands of my hair running through fingers. “Not yet, I think I’ll ask her soon though.” The arms around me tighten me. The two boys continue to carry on a conversation. Eventually, my body becomes stiff from laying in the same position for so long. A squirm slightly and open my eyes once again.

“Mornin’ boys,” A weak greeting leaves my lips. “What time is it?” I rub my eyes and roll onto my back. The arms that were formally around me were now behind the head of the owner. George sat up, stretched, and made his way to the clock ticking away in the corner of the room. “8:30. How long are we going to stay in here?” The redhead paces over to the nearest window and began to watch the people below. We all knew that sooner or later we’d have to leave and that the longer we wait for, the more trouble we’ll be in. We bask in the silence and wait out a few more minutes. Mentally preparing myself, I pick myself up from the bed and walk over towards an ornate body length mirror sitting in the corner of the room. My hair was a mess, the neat pony I once wore was now a loose chunk of hair at the base of my neck. My mascara had left chunks and marks underneath my eyes and my clothes sit in disarray. Thankfully this is the Room of Requirement, sitting beside the beautiful mirror is a mahogany dresser, on the top of the wood is a hair brush. I take it and begin to fix my hair, my (h/c) locks finally going back into place. I smooth out my clothes and wipe away the previous day’s makeup leftovers. Turning on my heels I’m greeted with both twins now presentable and holding out a conversation. The two laugh and gesture together. I make my way over to the pair and link arms with them.

“You two ready? We might as well get our punishment now than let it add up to even more.” I look between Fred and George, my eyes staying on Fred for a few seconds too long. He seems to have noticed and flashes me a wide grin. Looking away, we start to walk towards the door. “Who do you think we’ll run into first?” Not quite to the door yet, George speaks up. “I bet two galleons on Snape. What about you, Fred, (Y/n)?” The younger boy digs in his pocket and pulls out two aged galleons. Fred pulls out two as well and gives his brother a challenging look. “I say, McGonagall. What about you, (Y/n)?” Knowing that the aged teacher probably knew the majority, if not all, of the school like the back of her hand I had to agree with Fred.

“McGonagall, she’s been teaching here for how long now? An eternity maybe. She could probably walk this building with her eyes shut. She could even be waiting for us.” Fred laughs and stops in front of the door, now unlinked. He looks back and forth between his brother and I. Once again our eyes lock for a second too long, but this time a glimmer of mischief flashes through his eyes. “I still say, Snape. That man probably waited out there for us all night. I raise my bet, four galleons.” I look back at Fred, grins quickly make their way onto our faces, we both look back at George. Fred walks closer to his brother, arms crossed. “Then how about you go first?” George walks past his brother and peeks his head through the door. “Coast is clear. Let’s go.” He creeps out through the doorway, Fred and I behind him. The three of us quickly try and make our way through the halls as inconspicuous as possible. We were on the brink of freedom as we see a swipe of green making its way down the corridor. Fred quickly pushes George back into the hallway, right in front of McGonagall. Fred grabs my hand and bolts towards the lake. Soon we’re blocked by trees, the two of us laughing and trying to catch our breath. “Do you think she saw where we went?” Giggling I peek out from between the tree and Fred. A streak of green can be seen in the hallway. a dot of ginger next to it. Fred pulls me back behind the tree, my body in between him and the tree. My giggles cease as we look back at each other. His face starts inching closer to mine, my eyes shut and our lips meet. So many old feelings resurface, I’d been waiting for this moment since 2nd year. My hands find their way to his shoulders and his to my waist, it continues like this for a minute or so. We broke apart for air, a smile spread across my face. “So, (Y/n), what do you say to a trip to Hogsmeade?” He wriggles his eyebrows slightly. I’m about to respond but I’m interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the signature emerald robes of McGonagall. Her eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed and lips pursed. “I don’t think that will be happening anytime soon. Three weeks detention, be at my office at 8 o’clock sharp.” With that, she sweeps her way across the courtyard. Fred and I turn to each other. I laugh, a snort making it’s way out, once again we start walking. “How about a trip to detention first?” I plant a quick kiss on his cheek and run off back my dorm. Just as I’m about to ascend the dormitory stairs Fred grabs my wrist. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but instead, he simply smiles and walks away. Butterflies fill my stomach as I continue my climb. I open the heavy wooden door, balloons float towards the new draft of air, one balloon sits tied down on my bed. Written on it is a simple yet endearing question: ‘Will you be my partner in crime?’

I cast an Avis charm and send the birds down to him with a note. Written in the note is the simply reply: ‘Always.'

#weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley #fred weasley imagine #x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #2017 - fic of the year #fanfic