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“My sisters cat doesn’t like leafy greens but pretends to eat them to make her bunny feel comfortable“ 

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Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

I don’t believe you, it’s 1899…

Part 1

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Word count: 7,774

A/N: Howdy! So I wanted to say that the start of this is a little cliche because I literally couldn’t think of how I wanted to do it so I settled with the whole, this random man is in your house sort of thing. ANNND I’m skipping thanksgiving in this because i’m from the UK and I have no idea what you do with it.

Also can we appreciate how good looking my Arthur is in that gif. I screen recorded it myself just for this fic. 

Also Merry fuckin’ Christmas y’all! and if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you’re having a wonderful holidays! 

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The Last of Us Headcannons

Summary: Headcannons about TLOU2 characters 

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, I’ve ben stressed so I thought I’d write for my comfort characters lmao 

Warnings: Slight NSFW mentions, TLOU2 spoilers 

Word count: 2.4K

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Mini Loki Protection Jar

Invoking Loki to help you make a neat protection and fortune Jar for your house, space, altar, etc.

What you’ll need:

Small/Short jar

Tiny cinnamon sticks to fit inside smol jar Twine

Nutmeg cloves

Cardamom

Cedar bark

Sage

Rosemary

Black pepper

Walnuts (cracked preferred)

A Rune (paper or carved) you associate with Loki (I like Fehu)

Optional: Dragon’s blood incense (or whichever Loki likes)

First, make an offering to Loki. That guy likes a bunch of weird stuff, so you do you. Burn some incense if you want.

shove a bunch of that cedar bark on the bottom. Make a fancy little bed for your stuff.

Next, Mix the rosemary and sage and make a second layer.

Then, put the Cardamom, cloves, and walnuts in.

Tie together your cinnamon sticks. Howver many as long as theyre gunna fit inside that jar. How many sticks? As many as you can shove in there. As many as you want. 

Stick those sticks inside their cozy jar bed.

Put rune on top of sticks.

Sprinkle with black pepper.

Seal jar, do a jig*

*Jig is optional

It’d be super awesome if you wanna make an altar of it or around it.

If something feels weird to you and/or Loki wants/doesnt want something, you do you and follow your gut.

Sam in season 9: “Fuck you, Dean. I don’t even wanna be your brother anymore.”

Sam @ anyone who hurts Dean, that entire season:

dating tommy miller would include

general

- family is obviously a very important factor to tommy. he has his brother, ellie and you. nothing is gonna come between that. he will protect you and his family until his dying breath.

- with tommy’s protective nature, if you’re gonna go on patrols, he would feel more comfortable if you were paired with him and joel rather than someone else. mainly, it’s because he can control the area if something happens verses if you are with someone else. but he won’t push for you to be with him. if you want to do patrol with someone else, he’s fine. but that person will get a stern talking to before you head out.

- tommy is very open. he’ll tell you about his family, joel and sarah. how he struggled to survive, his nightmares, everything. he wants to make sure you are on the same page as him. but he won’t push for you to do the same. he’s the type of person that will talk about it to get it off his chest and he knows not everyone is like that. so if you need time before talking about something, he’s a patient man.

little things

- tommy likes to impress. he knows who to woo you and in turn, apologize/bribe his way back into your good graces. but rarely does he have to do that. you mean the world to him so he tries to go out of his way to show it. whether picking up something you had stated you missed from old world or if he just happened across something that he knows would bring a smile to your face, he’s grabbing it. 

- tommy, like his brother, wanted to be a singer. so you might catch him singing to himself when he’s bored or when he thinks no one is listening. he has a beautiful voice and will sing for you if you ask him enough times. he blushes with embarrassment if you catch him and will deny that he was singing all together.

- as seen, tommy is a crack shot with his scoped hunting rifle. and he will take any chance to show off his abilities if you happen to be out on patrol with him and joel. he will let you take a shot at some targets, giving some pointers and giving high praise of you’re able to shoot a couple of infected.

affection

- nickname, tommy is 100% a user of sweetheart, darlin, and angel. he thinks their fitting for you and loves seeing you smile whenever he calls you by one of those nicknames. more often, he uses them over your actual name. sometimes even using said nicknames to refer to you, before he blushes realizing his mistake and calls you by your name.

- hugs, loves them. he will take any chance he can to wrap his arms around you. whether it’s from behind as he gently kisses your temple or just simply coming up to hold you against him, he will take it. he just loves having you close by, and if he feels that hugs would be inappropriate, his hand will be on you somewhere. sitting down? thigh. standing? on the small of your back.

- kisses, much like hugs, tommy will do the same with kisses. he usually will kiss your lips regardless of present company. it’s short and sweet, nothing too heated. those are saved for more private time. other places he’ll kiss are your forehead/hairline.

- holding hands, many of the residents of jackson can always find you tethered to tommy in some way. usually through hand holding. the two of you will walk up and down the street with your hands clasped together, regardless of the weather.

- cuddling, tommy is just overall a soft man, hard man. he’s a sucker for his lover and any chance he can get to be near them is a check in his book. cuddling is for when patrols were rough, or when he’s just so dog tired he can barely get his boots off before he falls into the bed. along with the hugs, he will wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

Falling asleep on Daryl would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Awwww Daryl :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)

-Him being startled for a moment to feel your head on his shoulder and pushing you to the other side, only to realize it was you and grabbing you back

-Him feeling bad for his action earlier and just whispering apologies to you while stroking your hair as if to reassure you

-Him cupping your face and approaching you closer to his shoulder or sometimes even his neck to feel your warm breath on him

-Him tucking your hair away from your neck thinking it might be bother you and resting his hand there to comfort you

-Him always lowering the sound of the radio when he drives or telling the others to do so to avoid waking you up

-Him wondering if he should hold your hand, only to careful approach yours and slowly grab it

-Him sometimes just looking away from you to let you rest thinking that his gaze might bother you

-Him feeling your drool on him and just laughing, realizing how childish you are and jokingly telling you to close your mouth despite knowing you won’t hear him

-Him giving dirty looks to anyone around who doesn’t keep their voice down around you and just asking them sarcastically if they can’t see that you’re asleep

-Him letting himself get comfortable with you and slouching in the seat to let you rest on his chest before drifting to sleep

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New Face - Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: Daryl and the group take in a new member and Daryl seems to take a liking to them.

Word Count: 1715

Warnings: Swearing, age gap

A/N: This is my first AU so it’s probably not the best, but I will be trying my best as this is for practice anyways! Also for the age gap: the reader is over 18 of course!

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Rick, Daryl, Michonne and Glenn were out on a supply run to get more medical supplies for Hershel and baby food for Judith, not expecting to bring home any new company. That was until they made it to a store that was basically ransacked, little to no supplies, and a few walkers they ended up killing.. 

“Michonne, have you found any yet? Even a little bit?” Rick called out quietly as to not attract the attention of any lingering walkers nearby if there were any, continuing his search in his aisle. “No. This place has been swept clean of all the things we need…” She sighed defeated, “I guess we have to find somewhere else.” Meanwhile Daryl and Glenn were near the back, searching through the pharmacy for anything they needed and anything that seemed useful; stuffing their bags with pills and rubbing alcohol. When Daryl turned the corner, he didn’t expect to see this figure that looked quite beaten up and wearing tattered clothes, cowering in the corner. He immediately could tell they were scared, “Hey I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay, you’re safe.” You looked up at this strange man, watching him put his crossbow down and hold his hand out, seeing this other man come walking over to check what was happening out. 

“What happened to you? Why are you alone? Do you have anyone?” You shook your head and took the older man’s hand who helped you get up onto your shaking legs, looking down as you were alone. You lost your camp, your family, your friends. Everything and you had to keep running to survive on your own, running out of food and water. You were tired and weak, wishing you would get some luck in this building only to be surrounded by the walkers which forced you to hide into the pharmacy. “N-No, I don’t h-have anyone anymore. I thought I would finally find some food here, but there’s nothing…” That’s when you got dizzy, letting out a small whimper as they caught you. “Alright, you’re really weak, aren’t you? C’mon.” 

They brought you out to the front of the store to these two others who looked at you strangely, listening to the two men who found you explain to them. “They seem very weak and in need of some food. We can’t just leave them here to starve and die.” Everything was getting fuzzy, trying to look around to keep yourself grounded and awake; only to fail as you felt your eyes failing you and getting heavier each passing second - before everything went black. 

You had no recollection of how you ended up in what looked like a jail cell, hearing people talking right outside which made you look up to see the man with the vest sitting at a table not far from you, fiddling around with his crossbow. “W-Where am I?” Your voice was quite raspy, begging for water which made the man look at you. “You’re safe at the prison with us. Sorry you can’t come into the cells with us, we just don’t really trust you. But we’ll get you some food and water, alright?” He was speaking so softly to you, which surprised you as he didn’t seem the type to be that chill. But then again; you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. You just nodded and leaned your head back, not trying to sit up as you knew you’d just get light headed. 

“What’s yer name?” You heard him set his crossbow onto the table with a slight clunk to the metal, “Y/N. Y-Yours?” You took in a sharp breath, waiting for his voice to fill the silent air. “Daryl. You’ve got... a nice name.” His voice had a bit of a nervous tone in it, making you just lightly chuckle which hurt your empty, aching, stomach. “Sound nervous there. Shouldn’t that be me?” The man you now know as Daryl let out a small quiet snicker, watching him softly nod from the corner of your eye. 

You both looked over as you heard the loud metal bar down unlock and open, seeing a man dressed as a sheriff come walking in with a small ration of food, carefully bringing it over to you. “Thank you.” You forced yourself to sit up, taking a moment to regain your balance before taking the food and eating it slowly, enjoying the taste of food hit against your tongue for the first time in what seemed to be forever. “Oh, I missed the taste of food.” The sheriff - or what you assumed to be the sheriff - sat down next to Daryl, beginning to ask you a bunch of questions to which you answered truthfully. Telling him what happened with your last group, your name, all the little important basic stuff. While you were talking, you couldn’t help but feel Daryl’s eyes on you, watching you closely, examining you. When you looked over, you noticed how quick he was to look away before he got up and left, making you question if you did something wrong. 

Few months later, you happened to join the group, contributing in helping around the prison to make sure everything was in order and safe. Daryl and you happened to become quite close, bonding any moment you could get, with you starting to worry every time he goes out onto a run. You could tell Daryl started acting a bit different around you, looking at you differently than the first few weeks of getting to know him, seeing how he was more open to you than the others which surprised you. You remembered a conversation with Beth on how she thinks Daryl likes you, but you just laughed it off as a joke. I mean - why would he like you? You two had such a big age gap, you were probably not even his type anyways you thought. Those thoughts hurt you as you could feel yourself slowly starting to fall for him. There was just something about him that drew you to him, the way he was just so patient with you as you were to him, sharing stories you would remember of your past. Although he does refuse to say some, but you still knew some he never told anyone before. 

“Hey, Y/N. Wanna go huntin’ with me? We need some more food.” Daryl called out for you who was currently busy helping to clean the guns, making you turn towards the man and give him a look as he knew well you weren’t good with a gun - or any weapon at that except a knife. “Are you sure? You know I’m not good at a gun, or bow, or whatever.” All you got in response was a little hum and a nod towards the door, making you roll your eyes and grab your gun that you never really used and followed him out to one of the trucks. You got into the passenger seat as he was insisting on driving, buckling yourself up just in case before you heard the engine start, and the truck started moving.

When you got out of the truck together, you followed him into the woods where he started to look for any tracks or signs of wildlife he could hunt. “Why do you need me to come with you?” You whispered to him not to attract any walkers, or scare away any nearby animals. “Just cause.” He shrugged before he stopped as he noticed a deer, silently pointing towards it to show you. “You see that deer? You’re going to shoot it.” You looked at him immediately quite confused on why he would make you do it. “Why? Why can’t you? I’m going to miss it and then-” You suddenly felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close before he handed you the crossbow, which you took hesitantly. You could feel your heart racing inside your chest at how close he was, how he was pressing his body up against yours ever so gently. What you couldn’t feel - or hear - was his heart beating against his own, him taking in a deep breath before he spoke once more.

“Hold it like this, and you look down here to aim. Keep your arms steady now- just like that. Whenever you’re ready, pull the trigger.” His tone was soft, yet nervous as he showed you how to hold it. You took in a deep breath as you placed your finger onto the trigger, waiting for the right moment before you pulled it with a small. You watched the arrow fly past the deer, scaring it off which made you huff and a soft “fuck!”. “Hey, it’s okay, it happens. Need some more practice, that’s all.” He grabbed the crossbow and went off to pull the arrow out of the tree, you following up behind him. “I can’t do anything. I can’t shoot a gun, a crossbow- I’m useless to the group-” That’s when you felt his hands gently cup your face, looking up at him to see how he looked at you, looking at you like his heart had just broken.”No, no you’re not useless, Y/N. You help a lot around the camp, you… you help me.” You couldn’t believe what you heard- that you help him? But why would that be? “What?”

He let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, leaning in as his lips connected to yours. You couldn’t believe what he just did. You couldn’t register it until the moment he pulled away - seeing you stare at him in so much confusion. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but you helped me open up to someone like this. Actually make me feel alive, like a human. You make me happy. Now- I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore, I mean I did just kiss you and I’m just-“ he was interrupted when you just grabbed him by his vest, connecting your lips once more. He was caught by surprise, his hands moving down to your waist as you two enjoyed sharing this amazing moment that you would definitely not forget. “I like you, Y/N.” “I like you too, Daryl.”

how to keep people in character: a guide

I have gotten some requests for advice on how to write specific characters, but the underlying principles to keeping characterizations canon-compliant can apply to writing anyone in any series. Better yet, this advice may help you come up with character interpretations that feel both canonical yet original (and distinct from mine!).

You can reduce characterization to three basic principles:

1) Habits and speech patterns

Habits and speech patterns serve as “shortcuts” that immediately connect the character to the canon. The audience recognizes these cues and will associate them to the actual character.

Speech patterns are particularly important to keeping a character recognizable. As soon as the speech pattern of a person deviates from canon with no explanation, the suspension of disbelief will break for an audience. A common issue I see in shipping fics is that people will make a character give the love interest a pet name that just would never leave their mouth in canon-compliant situations.

Habits can be verbal tics (e.g. they say “babe” a lot), bodily motions (e.g. touching their hair or pushing up their glasses), behavioural trends (e.g. eating a lot), or even phrases that come up often. The latter I find is underused but very effective. Here’s the thing about people in real life: they will repeat phrases and stories, sometimes even verbatim, to different people! If you lift a line out of the show or book and re-contextualize it, it’ll immediately feel like the canon.

Habits come with two caveats:

Do not overuse the tics. It can be annoying and intrusive, especially when used more frequently than in canon! 

Do not rely too much on these habits for characterization. Your character may come off as a shallow imitation of canon without “substance” if so. 

The next two tips will help give your characterization substance and originality.

2) Drivers in decision-making and thought patterns

People in real life often have patterns in the decisions they make or the thoughts they have because of some kind of underlying motivation, whether or not they are cognizant of it. The same will apply to well-written characters in fiction. Try to think about any significant decisions the character makes in canon and why they might exist. (Hot tip: If these motivations are not explicitly stated in the canon material, this is where you can come up with some extremely juicy headcanons!)

Understanding the fundamental drivers behind the character’s actions will allow you to extrapolate and write what they’d do in the situations in your fanfic. These non-canon situations can include relationships! It’s a common issue for romantic relationships in fanfic to feel OOC because the characters act inconsistently with their canon decision-making and thought patterns solely for their love interest.

Examples of common drivers in fiction:

Abstract values such as freedom, revenge, survival, self-preservation. (If you’re writing anything political, try to figure out how they value conservatism vs liberalism, anarchy vs authoritarianism, etc).

Baggage and trauma relating to familial issues or past relationships, which can often result in maladaptive trends in behaviour or hard-lined moral codes and ideals.

Significant relationships that affect their needs, goals, etc. Pay attention to platonic, familial, or romantic bonds that are strongly featured in the canon.

All these examples are interrelated. Often our abstract values will arise from baggage, which then influence relationships, which in turn influence our values. Try to think about how each of these types of drivers may relate to one another for your characters.

Stories tend to have the most layered characterizations when the author has identified two drivers that are in conflict with one another, or one that leads to opposing behaviours. This can also be the starting point for character growth, whether it’s a hero’s journey or descent into a villain role.

3) Cultural context

Cultural context is a subcategory of drivers that I often find is overlooked. 

The culture in which someone was raised will often influence their decision-making habits, whether they conform to it or outright reject it. Recognizing the cultural context for a character can be very useful for figuring out cool little headcanons or extrapolating behaviour/opinions in the absence of canon material.

Some examples of how culture contributes to behaviour:

The kind of art and hobbies they enjoy, or at least are on their radar. 

Knowledge they would have about certain topics—even mundane things like musical instruments, certain skill sets, etc.

Their judgments on themselves and other characters, as well as the values they’d project onto their relationships.

The actions they would take when trying to conform to social norms of the time period—or even the set of actions that might occur to them!

It’s a pet peeve of mine when characters behave in a way that ignores their cultural context, simply because it won’t feel realistic! Since I’ve been relating this to shipping, I will make this point: what time period and country (or coded culture) is this character in? What are courtship norms like? And, if we’re going to go the nsfw route, what “interests” (haha) would exist?

Here are some quick examples of this analysis applied to two different characters: Hakuryuu Ren (Magi), Daryl Dixon (TWD). These are characters I’ve gotten requests for—let me know if anyone is interested in others!

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Every Inch

Summary: Doubt creeps in and you find yourself wondering if the ring on your finger still means anything to Sam. But when you confront Sam he’s right there reassuring you in a way that melts away all your fears.

Pairing: Sam x plus-sized!Reader

A/N: Written for @saxxxology’s Plus-Size Challenge. I really didn’t want to take this down the obvious path where the reader has self-esteem issues, but as a bigger person I just couldn’t think of anything else. Honestly. I guess I put a little more of myself rather than ‘Y/N’ in this…

Warnings: Angst… sorry. But then I make up for it with fluffy fluff!!

Bamby

Sam crept into your room late at night. He’d been researching all night, again. You’d headed off to bed hours ago, but not before giving hints that you wanted him to join you. As clueless as ever, Sam hadn’t caught on and simple wished you sweet dreams.

Now, as he tiptoed into the bedroom, you hugged your pillow a little tighter, curled in on yourself a little more, and pretended to be asleep. He was none the wiser, slipping in between the sheets to join you.

He didn’t reach out, didn’t pull you closer, and it hurt. Things had been pretty hectic and chaotic in the hunting world lately, which had left your fiancé too tired to show you the affection you craved.

Already, your self esteem was as stable as an elephant on a high-wire- which is pretty much how you felt. Sure, you were a hunter so you spent your fighting with monsters or running from danger, but it didn’t seem to show every time you stepped onto the scales each morning.

Sighing to yourself, you looked across the room at the blank wall as you listened to Sam drift off to sleep on the other side of the bed.

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Sam Winchester Imagine Sam Winchester x plus size reader

“Damn Winchesters”

Imagine… Being a hunter and running into the boys on a hunt…..

You had them right where you wanted them.

If you weren’t so focused on finding out what you needed right now you might’ve given yourself a high five.

You had managed to work your way inside the hive of one of the most notoriously seedy vampire groups in the city.

It had taken you a year to track them down and months to research them enough to find the leader and take them down.

You’d dressed for the occasion and even sprayed yourself with a pheromone mix from a source that will not be disclosed.

You had them lured in and you knew you were on the menu tonight for the leader.

And that was exactly what you needed.

Get close to him and take his god damned head off.

You’d heard through the grapevine that this particular leader had a taste for larger women.

Of course, anyone who told you that had to accompany it with some kind of backhanded comment about it being  because he was several centuries old and large women in his time meant wealth and prosperity.

However, judging by the absolutely hoards of larger women he seemed to accumulate…you kinda doubted that.

If he wasn’t the same bloodsucker personally responsible for the death of a close friend of yours you might have been slightly impressed.

However, you’d played it up.

Researched him to a T.

And now you were perched on the bed of this creature, waiting for his return.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

The door burst open followed by two men with guns.

“Get down!” they shouted at you and you looked at them in disbelief.

No.  

Fucking.

Way.

You’d worked too hard and too long for this just to have it fucked up by some little fucktard hunters who clearly hadn’t done enough research.

“Shut up!” you hissed at them.  "He’ll be back any second!“

"It’s ok. We’ll protect you.” the shorter one said.

You stared at them for a second before your eyes widened and a snarl curled your lips.

“You’re the god damned Winchesters aren’t you?” you snapped before shaking your head. “Son of a bitch!”

“Is this chick serious?” the shorter one said before looking to the taller one, “Sammy, is this for real?”

“Dean…” he sighed before turning back to you. “Listen, ma'am-”

You rolled your eyes at this ‘Sam’ and stood from the bed and started pulling clothes off.

Both of them looked at you like you’d grown three heads as parts of your plump body was revealed to be heavily decorated with weapons.

You pulled an axe from a harness that was attached to your back and stood poised and ready.

“We’re not gonna figh-” Dean started but the door opened behind them again and you launched the axe between their heads, spliting a vamp’s head clean in half.

Sam’s eyes widened when you threw a large hunting knife next hitting another vamp between the eyes.

They both went to ask you questions when you silenced them both with a raise of your hand.

“We gotta go.” you said.  "I had this shit under control but thanks to your hero complex, about a year and a half of work has just gone down the shitter.  So thanks for that, boy wonders.“

"Hey, we just saved your ass.” Dean snapped.

“I kinda doubt she needs saving.” Sam admitted as he bent over and retrieved you knife and axe before handing them to you.

“Shut up.” you hissed at them both. “I hear- duck!”

At that moment, dry wall split and desperate hands reached out to rip them apart but you popped back up with your knife in hand and began cutting limbs off where they were.

“Run!” you snapped. “We gotta get out of here before…”

“I knew there was something off about you, my pet.”

“Fuck.” you mouthed and closed your eyes briefly.

The three of you turned to see the head of the coven.

He was tall and blond, looking nothing short of some kind of Norse god but he was terrifying.

“That wasn’t very nice, princess.” he said.

“Well, I’m no princess.” you shrugged turning towards him…fully prepared to duke it out with him for as long as it took.

“I could change that.” he smirked.  "Change you and use your powers of seduction to lure in my meals.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed how everyone seems to lose their minds around you.  You have a gift, my dear. Use it.“ he drawled.

"I didn’t have to use anything with you.” you said quirking an eyebrow at him. “All I had to do was plant the seed that I did and you came running.”

He growled at you and lunged but Sam’s arms wrapped around you, yanking you out of the way as Dean shot forward to deal with him.

“Hey!” you snapped at the bohemoth of a man before reaching down and snatching a throwing knife from your boot.

You tossed it to Dean.

“Through the nose! Through the nose!” you shouted at him.

Dean didn’t hesitate when he caught it and rammed it right up the vamp’s nose making him howl in pain.

“Drive it home!” you barked at him. “All the way!”

Dean rared back and punched it the rest of the way.

The vamp promptly burst into black flames and fell to the ground.

You finally managed to get loose from Sam and  pulled a box cutter from where it was hidden in the waist band on your jeans.

You leaned down and cut a small black stone out of the vamp’s chest and tossed it in your hand before slipping it in your pocket.

“It belonged to a friend of mine.” you glared at the both of them.  "And we’re not going to taint my memories of him by talking about it.  This has gotta be burned though.“

You lightly kicked the corpse with your foot.

Dean let out an impressed grin and a chuckle.

He bit his lip for a second, "You’re Y/N aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?” you asked, slightly irritated that they knew you.

You knew them but you were nosy and researched like your life depended on it…because it often did.

It surprised you more when you DIDN’T know another hunter.

“Y/N.” he repeated. “That hunter from (your hometown).  We’ve heard about you. A lot actually.  Never had the pleasure.”

“Well, I’d say I hope it was good but I’m fairly certain that it probably wasn’t.” you said lifting an eyebrow at Sam who was just staring at you.  

“Well, judging from your reaction to us…I’d say the same.” Dean chuckled. “Come on, let us buy you a beer.  Swap some war stories.  I’d love to hear about that wendigo in Lousiana.  We’ve encountered some of those nasty bastards ourselves.”

You jerked a thumb towards Sam, “Not to alarm you or anything but I think your Jolly Green Giant is broken.”

“Sammy, get in the car.” Dean rolled his eyes before turning to you. “Need a ride or?”

“Sure, I’ll ride with you.” you shrugged. “But just so ya know, I will make you suffer if you have any unsavory plans circling in that head of yours.”

Dean chuckled and tossed an arm around your shoulders before leading you towards the car.

It took a second for the both of you to turn and look at the still frozen Sam.

“Are you coming or not, big guy?” you smirked at him…and he nearly died on the spot.

Never in this LIFE had he ever witnessed something so perfect before.

You ducked into the back, expecting the long legged creature to ride shot gun but you were slightly surprised when he climbed back there with you.

“Hey.” Dean warned, amusement twinkling in his green eyes.  "No funny business in baby.“

"Baby?” you asked curiously.

Dean patted the dash lovingly and said, “Yeah…”

You chuckled at his clear unhealthy obsession with his car but sat back anyway as he sped off down the road.

You turned and took in the man next to you.

Sam was an extraordinarily large man.

Tall with long legs, clearly lean but muscular but hell, he was just big.

Big arms, broad shoulders.

His damn hands were huge…and they were shaking slightly.

You don’t know what possessed you to do it but you reached out and placed your hands on his, slowly peeling them apart.

You brought the one closest to you over, resting the back of it on your squishy, soft stomach and you traced the lines and callouses of his hands with your chubby fingers.

It was quite in the car with nothing but Dean’s Led Zeppelin playing from the radio and the sound of the wind whipping from the open window.

What you did not see was Sam.

How he stared at you in absolute adoration and awe.

He had NEVER seen anything like you.

Your perfect little chubby cheeks and round face.

Chubby fingers running all over his skin.

Thick thighs that looked so impossibly soft it was making his hands shake just to think about touching them.  

And your skin just felt like fire and frost together.

He was nearly drunk with it and you hadn’t even gotten to the bar.

A coy look from his brother through the rear view mirror told him that it was written all over his face.

But Sam didn’t care.

You were EVERYTHING to him.

He didn’t have much in this life of his…but he had no plans of letting you go.  

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