#sam/ofc

[ani-coolgirl]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Original Female Character(s), Brief Sam Winchester/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Pegging, Voyeurism, Voyeur Sam Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester, brief cunnilingus, Masturbation, Denial Series: Part 7 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Kinktober 2023: voyeurism & pegging

One guy gets pegged, the other guy watches. It's not to weird.

Until it is.

#supernatural #spn #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #wincest #dean/ofc #sam/ofc #dean winchester #sam winchester

[samwinchesterbigbang]

A Lace Dress

Author: ​@kickingitwithkirk

Artist: ​@blindswandive

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Aoibheann Singer

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 5566

Summary: Sam Winchester, at 24 was an up-and-coming lawyer when on the eve of his older brother's 29th b-day & arranged marriage, Dean finds his Beta, choosing her over birthright obligations to be the next Pack Alpha of the Winchester clan forces Sam to return home to take his place. On the night of his 27 b-day and the expected announcement of his betrothal, Sam meets the woman who is his true Beta, only she cannot be his due to being branded an Omega for crimes her father, a former Pack Alpha, committed years ago. Her conviction is overturned but there are still persons creating obstacles during their courting and marriage. John Winchester finally realizes what’s been happening and decides it’s time to put grievances to rest.

LINK TO FIC: AO3

LINK TO ART: Livejournal

#bang 2022 #submission #sam/ofc

[ohsamtumbles]

#sam winchester fic #fics #sam/ofc #hurt no comfort #oh my! #mind the tags... #🔥🔥🔥 #ohsamtripleplay2022

[nerdpoe]

Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?

He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.

He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.

He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.

So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.

It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.

He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.

To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.

So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.

Which.

No. No no no no no.

Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.

He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.

If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #lucius fox aggressively shoving Danny into higher education #and already putting in a good word for him in via Bruce #“oh you wanted to be an astronaut and a medical issue and grades are preventing that?” #“fantastic news the WatchTower is built different and has competent medical staff on board u want in?” #danny's thrilled ofc #not the astronaut he thought he'd be but like #close enough #sweet #sam disowned her parents after getting out of the house #so there went her college fund #Tucker got into Gotham U on like all the scholarships #but now Danny and Sam don't have to work their butts off to keep all three of them fed #while waiting for Tucker to finish his bachelors #now they get to go to college too #AND have money for living expenses

[sofiaruelle]

Just a couple of besties with matching missing 2 front teef~

#doodle #stardew valley #stardew valley vincent #stardew valley jaz #i thought it would be so cute if they both lost their 2 front teeth at the same time hahahha #lil cuties 🥺 #i tried making Vincent look like how i would draw Sam #but lel he’s looking more like a long lost Weasley #Jaz tripped and got a lil booboo and Vincent wanted them to have matching bandaids to make her feel better #Also Jaz showing Vincent the chicks she hatched herself #ofc she has to show off her favorite Belinda #hehehe finally starting drawing the rest of the NPCs of the valley

[bvrtysbvtches]

sometimes a found family is the son of satan, a gay angel, his husband, and A Guy™

#btw this is not sam slander #oh and rowena is the wine aunt ofc #sam winchester #dean winchester #destiel #dean cas #castiel spn #castiel supernatural #jack kline #jack spn #jack supernatural #rowena macleod #supernatural #spn

[they-call-me-haiku]

i love that sam is manipulative. i love that he's objectively a good liar. we all thought he was gonna be like jon but turns out he's more like martin.

#i don't want to compare the tma and tmagp characters too much ofc #this is all for fun they are still individuals in their own right #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #tmagp ep 12 #tmagp samama khalid #tmagp sam #samama khalid #sam khalid #magnus protocol #magnus pod #magpod #tma #martin blackwood

[elloras]

#ted lasso #tedlassoedit #afc richmond #coach beard #roy kent #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #sam obisanya #jamie tartt #moe bumbercatch #* #wanted to gif this purely because you can see brett start to break down in the last gif lol #which considering in every other interview he did over the years he always talked about how there was always a part of him thinking #how it was going to end one day while working on the show and wondering if he'd ever find anything this good again ofc he did

[hellhoundsprey]

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.

#hellhoundsprey #spn fanart #wincest #bottom!sam #top!dean #wincest wednesday #wincest wednesdays 2024 #we're making art to lana songs in the year of our lord 2024 ofc. lets gooooo

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

I heart Until Dawn and it's collection of comically stupid characters. and I do mean all of them. and I do mean it affectionately. I just. god. the reason that anything can happen to these people At All is because, somehow, Every Single One Of Them decided that it was a good idea to accept an invite to the World's Most Suspicious Event at the World's Most Suspicious Place. "hmm!! I'm sure nothing strange or horrific is going to happen to us up on our rich friend's isolated mountain lodge; why would it?? I mean, sure, we Are going to be up there on the exact same date that we inadvertently triggered the events of his sisters' disappearance, but surely he's not upset with us about that or anything. let's go!!" seven separate people. nobody thought anything of it. it's incredible. impressive, even. I mean, I don't know. me personallyyyyy?? I probably would've received that invitation and thought, "oh, he's For Sure gonna do something to us up there, and he For Sure has the means to get away with it; I'm Not Gonna Go." but. hey. that's just me.

#like ofc there's the possibility that Josh is the best liar in the world #that he was able to keep his anger completely and totally choked down for a year #I imagine they didn't Talk Much during that year; I imagine that distance is conducive to conducting a good revenge plot #but jesus. the exactly anniversary?? and the exact location?? I need you guys to get it together for a sec. #how was NOBODIES first thought 'oh so he's gonna do first degree murder. that's what this is. obviously.' #like thank GOD he just decided to do a prank lmfao!! #until dawn #josh washington #emily davis #jessica riley #sam giddings #chris hartley #matt taylor #ashley brown #mike munroe #horror #video game #cloey talks games #mine

[virtualreader]

broken hearts and healing souls

deanwinchesterxfem!reader

summary: carrying the ruins of the broken heart the death of his father had left behind, Dean pushes you away, fearing hurting you as well. or perhaps he’s just scared of being hurt himself, one more time.

word count: 3,3k. (does not include lyrics)

warnings: alleged age gap, fierce anger, heated argument, drinking out of spite, supressed feelings, cursing, yelling, not the happiest end, and lots and lots of angst.

part 2

a/n: i started watching supernatural about a month ago and I'm loving it so far. and god, i couldn't help but fall truly, madly, deeply in love with dean winchester. this scenario came to my mind while listening someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic, so this one shot is based on this song. feedback is always appreciated. please, comment if you think I should write a part 2 to this one!

"You can't boss me around, Dean! I'm not a child anymore!" you barked at the hunter standing by the motel room's door.

"I can't? Watch me!" Dean retorted, breathing heavily and extending his arms upward to appear bigger. "As the eldest here, it's my call to make the hard decisions. And I've decided that you won't come on any more hunts, end of story. You're risking your life out there—it's dangerous, y/n. What's not clear about that?!"

You and Dean had been arguing for a while. He came into the motel room the three of you—Sam, Dean and yourself—were forced to share, stringently declaring you were not allowed to go with them on hunts anymore.

After the previous mission ended with you being kidnapped by the demon you were after and tied to a chair in an old building's basement, the oldest brother wasted no time in making a decision. Despite your eagerness to rid the world of evil, Dean prioritized your safety, even if you didn't see it that way.

Dean Winchester was an undaunted and confident man, he had been since his mother died, he had to be, for his family's sake, for his own sake. Yet, when it came to you, potential bad outcomes constantly assaulted his mind. He could not afford to lose another loved one, so he did not take a gamble.

"It is my life that I am endangering, so I strongly believe that I get to choose whether I want to expose myself to hunting hazards or not. You are not my dad and cannot give me orders, Winchester!" you declared, raising your voice with anger and trembling as you pointed your index finger at him.

You were hurt and confused. Hunting had been your life for as long as you could remember and now he was taking that away from you. You tried to plead your case, but he had already made up his mind.

In response to your defiance, Dean raised his chin, pursed his lips, and clenched his jaw. Yet, even in his anger, he maintained steady eye contact with you. It was clear he was not going to back down easily.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he queried exasperated. “That demon back there, could have killed you, and you know that. This is not some inoffensive deer we’re going after.”

He was undoubtedly referring to the incident that happened earlier that day, when he was able to free you from the grasp of the demon. It was the same demon that mercilessly took your father’s life, leaving you fatherless at the tender age of twelve and subsequently placed under the care of the Winchesters.

Growing up with them, you learned to navigate the dangerous world of hunting and the supernatural. From hours-long road trips and campfires to cozy movie-evenings and pancake Sundays, your memories with your new family included a wide variety of experiences that left a lasting impact on you.

The bond you formed with the Winchesters was one built on mutual respect and a shared purpose, making them more than just your guardians; they were your family, and you were theirs.

"God, what a pig-headed dude you are," you muttered, oozing frustration, as you let out a peeved sigh. "So you, old man, can risk being killed by these heartless creatures, but I can't? Is it just because I'm younger than you guys? ‘Cause I already told you, I am as much of an adult as you are.”

Clearly, you would not be swayed by Dean's demands. You were your own person, with your own will and your own desires. You were determined to stand up for yourself and live your life on your own terms.

He took a moment to observe your bruised appearance as he pondered his answer. The blood that had previously emerged from the wound above your eyebrow was already dry, while the cut on your lip was still struggling to form a scab.

He noticed the swelling around your left eye, a tell-tale sign of the force of the blow that had landed on your face. And as he looked at you, he could not help but feel responsible for your emaciated state.

"If you're such an adult, you'll be fine on your own. You don't need me, do you?" the hunter sassed back, towering over you, tilting his head and upturning his brows.

Dean's words hurt you deeply, and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. But you refused to let him see you cry. You straightened your back and met his gaze with a fierce determination.

"Do you want me to leave?” you said, your voice shaking a little. “Fine. If that's what you want, I'll leave. But don't expect me to come back."

You walked past him, feeling his eyes on your back. You didn't turn around, didn't give in to the urge to look at him again. You needed to be strong, to show him that you could make it on your own. But deep down, you knew that you didn't want to be alone. You needed Dean, more than you wanted to admit.

"Hey, girl!" you called out to the waitress, raising your voice above the noise of the tavern to get her attention. "Can I get a refill, please?”

You were alone, left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Too lost and hurting to carry your load We all need someone to hold

As you waited for your drink, you couldn't help but replay the argument with Dean in your mind. You felt hurt and betrayed by his words. You were mad at him for not understanding your desire to be by his side, no matter the risks.

You were lost in thought when a voice snapped you out of your reverie.

"Rough night?" inquired a gold-haired man as he took a seat on the adjoining stool.

The man seemed to be a bit younger than Dean, possibly in his mid-twenties, closer to your own age. He wore a white crewneck t-shirt that hugged his muscular arms around the biceps, and his dark slim fit jeans matched the black pattern printed on his shirt's front.

It was difficult to determine whether it was the effect of the second-rate alcohol or your personal taste in men, but it was safe to say he was far from unattractive and he was, in fact, quite handsome.

"You could say so." you answered his question with a touch of apathy but still flashed a slight smile his way.

You've been fighting the memory, all on your own Nothing worsens, nothing grows I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay

The man took a slow, deliberate sip from his beer bottle and leaned back, his eyes fixed intently on you. His gaze seemed to linger for a moment, as if he were trying to gauge your reaction to what he had just said.

"You know," he said, his voice low and suggestive, "I can make it better for you, pretty."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks at the man's brazen suggestion, and you couldn't help but feel a little intrigued by his offer.

You glanced around the dimly lit tavern, taking in the smoky air and the clinking of glasses. It was the kind of place where people came to drown their sorrows and forget about the troubles of the day-to-day life. And in that moment, you couldn't help but feel like you were just another lost soul adrift in the sea of humanity.

The man's eyes were still fixed on you, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be waiting for your response, as if he knew that his offer had the power to change the course of your night—or maybe even your life.

You took a deep breath and met his gaze head-on, feeling a sense of daring that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"And how, exactly, do you plan on doing that?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

The man smiled, a slow, confident grin that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Let's just say that I know a thing or two about making a woman feel good," he replied, his voice dripping with innuendo.

It was abundantly clear what his intentions were at this point in time, and to be entirely candid, it did not annoy you at all.

You eagerly accepted the charming man's alluring offer. And with a sense of anticipation, you followed him out of the sleazy bar, seeking shelter from the gentle patter of the light rain under the protective eaves.

As you walked alongside him, you found yourself captivated by his confident stride and the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light emanating from the street lamps.

You could feel his hand slowly making its way towards your hip, until it rested there, just barely grazing the upper part of your buttocks. This subtle touch sent a sparkling feeling coursing through your body, starting from the core and reaching all the way up to your chest. It created a warm whirlwind of expectancy, causing your heart to beat faster in anticipation.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice asked, a hint of pain in it.

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day you were helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

Dean narrowed his eyes, anguishedly taking in the sight in front of him.

As you stood there, drenched from the rain and your mind clouded by the alcohol, Dean's sudden appearance caught you off guard. He was directly facing you, his eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the pain and anger etched upon his features.

"What the hell are you doing here, y/n?" Dean asked incredulously, his voice laced with anger and hurt. “And who the fuck is that jerk?”

You froze, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. You had been so caught up in your own emotions that you hadn't even considered how your actions might affect Dean.

You've drunk it down and you've spat it out And nothing tastes like the things you had So tear it off, why don't you let them go? We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay

"I didn't know she was taken, mate. I didn't mean to meddle in your relationship," the guy standing next to you apologized, his voice trembling as Dean's contempting gaze threatened to pierce his soul. Green eyes—usually a symbol of grace—had never held such a look of hatred. “She’s all yours, mate.”

Once the man marched back into the tavern, with tail between legs, the hunter’s emerald orbs landed on you. And as he beamed down at you, you noticed how much woe his gaze held. He wasn’t someone to let his emotions surface, not at all, that would leave his feelings too exposed, too unguarded.

He didn't seem to mind the rain dribbling over his leather jacket or his well-styled hair as he approached you. Although you had a defiant demeanor, you took a step backward in response, and your back met the wall covered in graffiti.

“Thought you said ‘I’d be fine on my own’.” you tried to sound confident as you quoted him, yet the alcohol running through your veins caused your words to slur together.

"Yeah, I said on your own! Not with some opportunistic macho man!" he said, referring to your previous companion.

He looked at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to find some kind of explanation for what he was seeing.

And then, his anger boiled over, and he let out a shout that echoed through the empty streets. "No way. Are you fucking drunk?!" he yelled. "Are you nuts?!"

The force of his outburst hit you like a physical blow, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. You had never seen Dean like this before, and it was clear that he was at his breaking point.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other in silence, the rain pouring down around you like a curtain. And then, slowly, you began to speak, your words tumbling out of you in a jumbled mess.

"You're one to talk. You, my dear friend, are the very reason I'm here, drinking my sorrows away." you scoffed at him.

Your eyes darted around, looking at anything but Dean. You felt intimidated—what with Dean’s tall figure and the disappointment you could discern in his expression.

“Drinking won’t solve anything, y/n. You know better than this.”

"Do I really?” you uttered, struggling to keep at bay your wobbly lip. “Last time I checked, I was just a kid to you.”

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

As the rain continued to fall, the rhythmic clattering of the water drops mixed with the sound of cars cruising over the wet pavement, creating an overwhelming melody.

The droplets seemed to grow in size and force. You welcomed the heavier rain, grateful for the way it obscured the tears that threatened to overflow from your eyes.

You knew that if he saw you crying, he would only see you as weak and immature, even more than he already saw you. You had always been strong and independent, and you didn't want him to think any less of you.

So you stood there, letting the rain soak into your clothes and hair, hoping that it would wash away the pain and sorrow you felt inside.

“I don’t think of you as a kid. I just prefer you staying away from those creatures. You know better than anyone what that demon is capable of. It killed your father, and you could’ve died today too, y/n!”

“Do not act like you care! And do not dare mentioning my dad ever again! You are too self-centered to take others’ needs into account.”

With a trembling voice, you lashed out at Dean, your emotions running high and your patience wearing thin. You couldn't stand the way Dean tried to control your life, always telling you what to do and what not to do.

You had grown up fast in the world of hunting, learning to fend for yourself and to take care of others. You had seen things that most people couldn't even imagine, and you had faced danger and death head-on. You were not some delicate flower that needed to be protected at all costs.

And yet, Dean seemed to think otherwise. He was always trying to shield you from harm, even if it meant keeping you from doing what you loved most.

"Do you even hear yourself, Dean?" you continued, your voice rising with every word. "You act like you're the only one who knows what's best for me. You don't trust me to make my own decisions, although I've been hunting just as long as you have. You're so wrapped up in your own fears and insecurities that you can't see how much you're hurting me."

"You're part of my family now, and as such, I must protect you," Dean declared, helplessness building up inside his chest. "Why do you find it so hard to understand?”

You were alone, left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Hear the falling and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? The end of the day and we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me?

“I-…Just…leave me alone. Please, Dean.”

And it was then when, acting on your most primitive impulses, you took off, walking away from Dean with no determined destination.

It was not that you were afraid of Dean, no, you had spent too many years among the Winchesters to know he would never voluntarily hurt you, at least not physically. You found him sort of intimidating, more like it.

It was well known among the Winchesters' acquaintances that Dean, although not often, could become livid if you pressed the right buttons. And no one would ever want that fatal rage to be directed at them, unless they wanted to know what hell felt like.

However, the emotion the hunter was feeling now was not anger. It was something else, something both mysterious and intriguing. Although his muscles remained tight, his eyes shone with unshed tears, and a pinched expression was plastered on his face.

You fought against the urge to turn back and run into his embrace, to apologize to him and leave this dispute behind. It was a struggle to hold onto your never-so-fragile pride when your love for him had never felt as powerful as it did now. Not since you had first fallen in love with him, at least, back when you were a silly, naive teenager.

A hand grabbed firmly onto your arm, forcing you into a halt. You did not have the courage to turn around and face him with a trail of tears cascading over your cheeks, even if the drizzling rain disguised it somewhat. There was no need for that, however, when he began speaking, not waiting for you to look at him.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he apologized in a small voice, unaccustomed to saying such words. "I didn't mean to push you away. I... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. I'm scared, y/n. Scared of losing you like I lost my father, like I lost my mother," Dean confessed, his voice softening, dropping in pitch.

You turned to look at him, really look at him, and saw the pain and fear written in his face.

You felt a lump form in your throat at the raw emotion in Dean's words. You had always known that he cared about you, but you had never realized just how much you meant to him.

"Dean," you said, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his arm. "I'm not going to die. I'm strong, and I know how to take care of myself. But I need you to trust me. I need you to let me make my own decisions, even if it means taking risks sometimes."

You stopped, taking a big deep breath before continuing.

“What you said back at the motel, it hurt me, a lot. I have nothing left, Dean. My family is dead, I have no place to stay, no job, no nothing. I’ve lost everything.”

“You have me.” He took a step towards you, getting closer, and caressed your feathery cheek with his large hand. “You always have and always will have me.”

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? At the end of the day we're helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most? Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

Dean wiped away a tear from your cheek, his thumb tracing your skin softly. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, y/n. I was just so afraid of losing you. But I promise, from now on, I'll trust you to make your own decisions. We'll face everything together, as a team."

A turmoil of heartfelt emotions whirled its way down to your very core as Dean's words sank in. And, as you looked up at him, you saw the love and devotion in his eyes, and you felt grateful like never before to the Winchesters for taking you in.

Seizing the proximity, you took a moment to admire him. The softness on his eyes only adding to his already perfectly alluring features. The green orbs standing out his face had never shone as bright, and his nose glowed as red as his eyes, probably from the cold air of the drizzly night.

Yet the part you spent the longest time observing was his lips. Sultry pouty lips, that rested slightly parted.

And as if in a dream, he leaned in intertwining his lips with yours in a genuine kiss. Sliding the hand that previously laid on your cheek to the back of your neck, bringing you nearer to his own body.

His grip was both firm and steady, but no less gentle, just so as if he never wanted to let go of you. Your movements kept in step with each other's, as your mouths melted in a much-needed dance.

None of you cared about the rain soaking your clothes or the idling engine of the precious impala of Dean’s, nor about the small crowd by the tavern’s entrance looking at you. You were in a deep immersion into the depths of the moment, and all you saw, all you could regard was the man in front of you - the man you’ve always loved.

The idyllic moment was short-lived, much to your dismay, as Dean pulled away and apprehensively took a step backwards. But the pain you felt then was nothing compared to the stabbing sensation in your heart when he opened his mouth to speak again.

"I'm sorry. This was a mistake."

part 2

#dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural #spn #hbo supernatural #the winchester brothers #supernatural fanfiction #dean supernatural #sam winchester #supernatural fandom #spnfandom #sam and dean #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x reader fluff

[reallyspookynamehere]

Danny had a plethora of soulmarks, mostly familial and platonic, decorating him. He'd identified a few, such as the clock for his mentor and the eye representing his sister. There were many, though, that he'd never put a pin on. Upon meeting the first of many to follow, Danny couldn't help but think,

'Well, my parents are pretty much already mad scientists. How bad can actual villains be?"

#dp x dc #dpxdc #i like to think he finds Freeze first #they'd be the CHILL ones #(also Frostbite helping with Nora ofc) #i left some room for romantic soulmates so uh go nuts #batkid/a titan/klarion/sam and-or tucker #ect

[theasnewgroove]

New Year’s Eve

My year already started good after seeing CA’s post. Like I saw the winter outfits and I squeeled out loud. IT’S SO CUTE

like Sam’s beanie?? And his coat? Adorable as hell. I imagine he’d wear those leather-like ones with those fluffy collars.

And Alex oh my god… the boy’s so underdressed for the winter and it’s so him. I first saw him and instantly thought it was a hoodie.. it might be a jacked but STILL.. that’s what inspired making this comic. My boy, at least put on a scarf.

Also Alex, Sam and Sebastian would make a chaotic and hilarious trio and I’m dying on that hill… and dying for more interaction between them.

(Also I may or may not open for art requests.. 👀)

#Alex is my favorite himbo husband #you might built strong but under Evelyn’s watch you must wear that funky little beanie #she must have knitted those for him and deep down he adores it but ofc he has to act all cool #and it also means risking getting pneumonia #also i must not be the only one who thinks those three would be great friends #they got some interesting dynamic going on #Seb and Alex would tease the hell out of each other though #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley fanart #sdv fanart #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley alex #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv sebastian

[bibbysstuff]

C..can anthro Sam pretty please give me a piggy back ride.. idk he just seems like the type of guy.. I love your art btw your doodles are so sweet and make me very happy

#we all ik that bro aint athletic #but hell do it just for u #if u beg ofc #birb ask #ask doodle #kinitopet #sam the sea anemone

[kausparty]

started playing the sam and max games and knew what i had to do immediately

#I LOVE THESE LITTLE GUYS max is my favorite ofc. me when entp character #lupin the third #sam and max #sam & max #Do those both go to the same place #sorry for being american stereotype i LOVE to draw car and gun #also ignore how everything i post is white void background. im only human #my art

[dizscreams]

Hello! I’m a new follower and I think you’re an awesome writer, and I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Sam carpenter x fem reader that takes place in scream 6 where during the attack in the apartment the reader gets badly injured (doesn’t die) or something like that and then Sam like is really protective after that? If not that’s perfectly fine!! ❤️❤️

ty lovely you’re very sweet! I hope you enjoy :)

Still Alive — Sam Carpenter ★

PAIRING: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

A/N: a new Sam fic is due babes 😌 i also loveee the middle pic sm it gives me such her vibes like hello? 🤭 ALSO I KIND OF WENT OFF TRACK IM SORRYYY

You can’t focus, your surroundings are far too overwhelming. Sam and Mindy just made it across the ladder and they’re yelling trying to rush you across, Anika is on the bed with her organs practically spilling out, and you’re trying to crawl across a ladder from extremely high up with an injured arm and an injured leg.

Tara and Chad had managed to run out of the apartment, Mindy got her arm slashed, and Anika got a brutal attack to her abdomen. You got attacked trying to protect your lovely girlfriend, Sam. It was worth it though since she didn’t get hurt at all. It would all be worth it, all you have to do is successfully make it to the other side.

“Y/n, come on!”

“You can do it, baby!”

“Hurry!”

You grunted and crawled faster, Anika’s cries from the bedroom and the encouraging yells from your friends motivated you. “Just look at me, y/n. Focus on me,” Sam said while reaching out to you. You shakily grabbed her hand and she pulled you across. Danny, the neighbor, picked you up and helped you through the window. Once your feet landed on the ground you broke into a sob and crashed into Sam’s arms.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everything’s okay,” she told you while rubbing your back soothingly. She’d never tell you but she was terrified you wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t lose the love of her life, she wouldn’t be able to make it. She’s not sure what’d she do if she lost you, but she does know she wouldn’t sleep until the Ghostface that killed you was in the ground. There was no need to worry about that though cause you weren’t dead, you were alive and breathing and she’d go out of her way to make sure you stayed that way.

Sam was brought out of her thoughts by Danny, Mindy, and yourself shouting at a struggling Anika on the ladder. She was shaking, the poor girl was bleeding everywhere and Sam’s anxiety suddenly spiked. “Anika, you have to move right now!” Mindy yelled, “Cmon Anika! You can do it!” You followed. Sam watched with wide fearful eyes as Ghostface slammed his knife in the windowsill and gripped the ladder Anika was slowly crawling across. She muttered a curse and rushed to the window.

“Anika! You have to hurry!”

Anika looked behind to see Ghostface with the ladder in hand and started screaming, “No! No! Guys I can’t do it!”

“You can, Anika!”

Ghostface started moving the ladder quickly. Anika started violently shaking and rattling on it, she was going to fall. “Anika move, I’ll grab your hand!” Sam yelled at the girl. Anika’s sobs restricted her from responding but she sluggishly moved towards the other side. Ghostface started moving the ladder from side to side causing Anika to shake rapidly. Mindys heart dropped at the realization that her girlfriend was making this out alive.

“Baby I don’t want to die!” Anika yelled at her girlfriend. “You wont!” Mindy sobbed. “Grab my hand Anika!” Sam shouted since the girl was in reach. Anika reached out, one hand no longer on the ladder and Ghostface takes this opportunity to roughly lift and then tilt the ladder to the side. Anika fell to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

The world went quiet for a moment, you looked between Anika’s dead body and the Ghostface on the other side. He took his knife and left the scene. Mindy dropped to the ground sobbing and you kneeled down to comfort her. Sams eyes flashed with anger just thinking about the killer and their stupid plans. She was going to finish this, she was going to end the endless suffering Ghostface caused.

She needed to protect the ones she loved. She would do anything. “Come on the police are here,” Danny said quietly. You nod and helped Mindy stand up. You interlock arms with her and Sam grabs your free hand, you give her a small smile before you start walking.

-

It was the next morning and you guys were sitting in an ambulance while the police searched the apartment. Mindy was wrapped in a blanket with Taras head on her shoulder, Chad had his arms crossed while he stood protectively in front on the vehicle’s doors, and you were standing with Sam near the alley. She had her arms wrapped around you and her head on yours. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ethan ducking under the caution tape, just as you were about to go up to him Chad beat you to it.

Chad slammed him against a news van and asked him a few questions before Ethan saw you. Chad let him go and Ethan quickly went up to you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sam told him while getting in between the two of you. You put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Sam,” you turned to Ethan, “Where the fuck were you though? What happened to studying, Ethan?” You asked sternly. He was suspicious. “I-I’m sorry I got caught up at econ. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer..” he stammered. You eyed him up and down then looked at Sam’s cold expression. Looking back at the boy you nodded in understanding, “It’s fine.”

He looked at you apologetically and went over to Chad and the others. They treated him the same way you did, like a number one suspect. You turned to Sam and hugged her, “Thank you.” She stumbled back a bit, stunned at the impact, “For what?” she asked you. “For always having my back.”

She smiled and hugged you back carefully so she didn’t injure you further, “You’re welcome.”

You were too good for this world, too good for her, too good to be hunted down by a serial killer. You didn’t deserve any of this shit. Sam gritted her teeth at the thought of you getting hurt again. That asshole was going to be put 6 feet under and she’d make sure of it. She’d do it herself.

#grab your popcorn i did my dizzy thing i do where i go off track of the request but #it’s okay cause I think I like this #not proofread #ofc #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫 #scream 6 #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam loomis #samantha loomis #ethan landry #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #chad meeks #Mindy meeks