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sam winchester’s girl

[xoswiftieprincess]

“pain hidden by the lipstick and lace

but sequins are forever”

jen — she/her — twenty-two — asian — bisexual — fanfic writer —sammy’s wife — walker’s babydoll

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[xoswiftieprincess]

mamma mia: here we go again! ಄

಄ summary: a mamma mia! x supernatural crossover. on a solo journey across europe to escape your responsibilities, you fall into the arms of a handsome, tortured stranger. ʚɞ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader ۶ৎ warnings: 18+. foul language, mentions of feeling hopelessness, car accidents, and mild suggestive content. all “places” mentioned are figments of my imagination, except for the countries of course. no use of y/n. ✦ word count: 1.7k

The deep teal of the ocean was marvelous under the Grecian sun. The waves, calm and serene, were irresistible, hypnotizing enough to tempt anyone to take a dip into the salty water. At this time of the day, the heat index bordered on the definition of cruel, giving you all the more reason to shed the sheer cover-up that hid your swimsuit. Grains of white sand fell between your toes, almost melting you into the Earth. In front of you stood a man so devastatingly handsome, you'd constantly doubt your reality if he was a fiction of your imagination.

“You alright there, beautiful?” he asked, his voice deep and brimming with affection. The first time you saw him, you’d never met a man so emotionally bruised. He was heartbreak wrapped in flannel, with internal scars so deep they shone off him like gunmetal. There was something about the callousness of his hands and the intensity in those hazel eyes that had you drawn to him instantly.

You were hollow when you first came to this side of the world. The empty roads had tugged you to the Temple of Aphrodite when nothing but loneliness filled the gaping hole in your chest. After missing a step on the stairs of the ancient ruins, eyes clenched shut to brace for the impact, you’d never in a million years imagine getting caught by a pair of muscular arms, landing ass-first into his lap.

“Hi there,” was all he said, his expression equally as shocked as your own. You'd barely processed the chunks of what just happened, mouth agape and quite literally speechless. Your normal ability to form a single, coherent thought moved at an irritatingly snail-like pace. The universe had blessed you with a man straight out of an action film, and there you were looking unattractively daft.

A meek “hi” was all you could muster. Time stood still and painfully awkward as you mentally drooled over the hardness of his biceps and quads.

“I'm Sam,” he revealed softly as if he was talking to a wounded lamb. Motionless and stunned, you somehow managed to give him your name in return.

“Listen, I don't want you to think I'm a creep,” his throat cleared as he chose his next set of words carefully, “but your butt is in a very inappropriate spot right now.”

Oh. So that's what was hard underneath you. Realization dawned on you instantly, and you scrambled to (unwillingly) get yourself off of him.

An apology exchanged over baklavas and ouzitos at a restaurant overseeing the Acrocrinth, and the rest was history.

The present flashes smooth as a wave. His stature was godlike, as if Apollo had taken the time to carve him himself. The thin material of his shirt stuck to him like a second skin, his muscles gleaming and flexing under the unforgiving rays.

He was a vision as he pushed the canoe you’d be using to visit the neighboring island. Beads of clean sweat began to trickle down his forehead. You watched him sweep the dark locks of hair away from his face, making him look every bit as romantic as the leading man in a Julia Quinn novel. He must have felt your gaze as you studied him, seeing him flash you a charming and dimpled smile.

Your legs strode across the shore, fragile to his embrace. It had been that way even before your bodies grew familiar with the shape of each other. Since the name Winchester was kissed and etched into your soul, it was as if any form of distance between you was painful. As his lips captured your own, you couldn't help but silently thank whatever force was out there that led you here.

“I'm wonderful, Sam,” you whispered against him.

“Good,” he murmured softly, “Need your full attention for where I’m taking you.”

His arm delicately wrapped around your waist as he guided you into the boat. Like you, Sam possessed a yearning that was evergreen. After he graduated law school—and instead of working for the family business back in Kansas—his own brother deemed him deserving of freedom from the misery his life at home brought him. Years ago, his father sent him out the doors as soon as he spoke of going to college. With a heavy heart and even heavier baggage, it led him to California.

That's where he met Jess. His fiancée. If his upbringing wasn't dark enough, life took an even crueler turn. Because weeks after their engagement, Sam picked up a call that she'd been in an accident. The damage was inimical enough to slip her into a coma, and Sam, being the loyal dog he is, didn't leave her side for almost two years.

The sight of his despair was enough for Dean to push him out of the hospital room.

“Dude, you need to get the hell out of here. Go somewhere. Mallorca, or Sicily, or whatever. Shit, spend a year in Vegas for all I care.”

“And do what, Dean? Gamble and drink my life away?” he said wearily. As much as he appreciated the concern from his older brother, he knew the guilt would eat him if he ever left Jess's side.

“You're already drinking yourself to death every time you come home from seeing her. You gotta start living your life again. You need a reason to.”

The last sentence clobbered him, much to his moral defiance. He didn't want to leave his life—her—behind, but even he had to admit that he was only hitting a brick wall. His life had been on pause for so long, and if life was going to be a bitch to him, he might as well do something for himself. That's what led him to explore every corner of Greece and during his intended week-long stay in Corinthia, he met you.

You were a whirlwind he never saw coming. Sam had all the hope drain from his system in the past months, the word never even leaving an imprint in his vocabulary. He was bitter and listless, moving through life as a shell of his younger, naive self, and you had just pierced a hole into his fraying atmosphere and breathed oxygen into him again.

You were everything he never knew he needed.

Limestone cliffs filled your vision as you neared the tiny island called Nisí, the sight of it catching your breath. The scene was unreal—dazzling turquoise water and ancient olive trees in the distance. Bushes of Spanish blooms stood vibrant along the coast.

The island was smaller than the one you came from, and there was not a single crowd in sight. The scent of white thyme filled your senses as you watched Sam moor the canoe to a low-hanging branch while you took in your surroundings.

“God, this is beautiful,” you gawked, as wide-eyed as a child. “How is this place real?”

“This island was a famous hideaway spot for lovers,” his words reverberated through you like a hum from where he stood behind you. “People from all over the world would travel by sea just to get married here when their families wouldn’t approve of their partners.”

The sight was so pathetically poetic. Suddenly, you wished there were such an invention where you could trap the memory of a moment in a bottle that could be opened when you were pushed back into mundane reality.

A dilapidated, bright red farmhouse uphill steals your attention, contrasting beautifully from where you stood. “Let's go there!” you beamed blithely, tugging Sam's hand toward the direction of the abandoned house.

The excitement you felt was juvenile. If this were a horror movie with supernatural forces, encroaching on unknown property would be a cautionary tale. But you saw an orchard up ahead, and the smell of fresh flowers and citrus wafted through your senses; so you throw all caution to the wind because life is just too damn short.

“You think the owner is around?” Sam asked, inspecting the place with his inquisitive nature—ever the voice of reason. An orange hung low from one of the trees, and you eagerly picked it, inhaling the sweet fragrance. There were even some goats meandering around. If there was livestock, surely the place wouldn't be so bad?

“Whoever they are, I hope they never come back,” you sighed dreamily, wanting nothing more than to delve into the flesh of the fresh fruit. “I wish I could live here.”

You only dreamed of places like this. You could drop everything from your old life and never look back. You could fix the house and set up a proper plumbing system. You could run around the courtyard and exhaust your little heart. Maybe your kids could be the ones running around 'til their hearts content. At the thought of starting a family, your hand unconsciously palmed your belly, eyes finding Sam, who was occupied by an eye-to-eye feud with one of the goats.

There was only one person you would be willing to share this safe haven and a morsel of your dream with. You could picture a furnished house, repainted white fences, and matching gold rings. Both your hairs lighter by a few graying streaks, and the creases by the sides of your eyes more prominent. What could possibly make this place less perfect? It would be a dream come true.

It would be too good to be true.

And it was.

The sound of a text notification cut through your reverie, wrecking the sanctity of your little paradise. You watched Sam freeze as his eyes flickered on the screen, a dark look washing over his features with his phone in hand.

Anxiety suffused your body at his expression. “What's wrong?”

He stood there glued to his spot for a few more seconds, unresponsive and in a daze, forcing you to call his name. “Sam?”

You saw him return to his own body eerily, breaking his gaze away from the screen. The trepidation swirling in your gut evolves into something worse.

Dread.

There was a beat before he answered, where you almost wanted to repeat the question again, but he eventually spat it out, and it made bile form in your throat.

“It's the hospital Jess is confined in. She's awake.”

author’s note: hi everyone! i was rewatching mamma mia (the romantic and theatre kid in me needed it) and thought about doing this lol. this is super random but i needed to find some joy in writing again. i know i haven’t written anything in almost a year and i really missed it <3

[sacr1ficialang3l]

HOLY FUCKING FUCK

[xoswiftieprincess]

I just also saw the engagement post???? I’m so happy for them!!!!!!

OMG ME TOO ANON YIPEEE :”) someone on tiktok said that the mother of all lover girls finally gets her happy ending AHH MY HEART!!

[xoswiftieprincess]

TAYLOR AND TRAVIS ARE ENGAGED??!

[xoswiftieprincess]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🤍

HIII isa!!! thank you so much for this <33 ILYYYYYY

SENDING THIS RIGHT BACK WITH KISSES MWAH MWAH

[xoswiftieprincess]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD

Once you are given this award, you are supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside out.

JEN I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SM!!

awww this is so sweet :") thank you, daisy!!! ilysmm <33333

[xoswiftieprincess]

New swift music coming ya baby

OH HELL YEAHHH BABYY!!!

i'm so happy that the swifties have also found my blog

[xoswiftieprincess]

heyyy dolly!! you're always so sweet and I just wanted to send you a ask to know how are you?? And taking advantage of the fact that you are also swiftie I wanted to say that I'm sooo excited for the next album and I can't wait for the next mind blowing songs hehe (I'll probably write a lot of fics inspired by the new songs, I just know)

OMGGG LINAA HI!!! so happy to see you here <33

i'm doing alright, thank you for asking:) i hope you're doing well!! i am so THRILLED for the new album too!!!!!!!! i just know it's gonna eat so hard because the last time she worked with shellback and max martin, she gave us THE pop bible :") and also max martin birthed some of the most legendary pop songs of all time so i am LIVINGG

i'm screaming for this new era and we are sooo back

i can't wait to read what you have in store for us, bb. i just know you're gonna KILL ITTTT <333

[xoswiftieprincess]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮? 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?

warning: sexual content. 18+

blowjobs, squirting, breeding if you squint, choking, unprotected sex, hair pulling, a tad bit of a size kink for some spice, and soft!dom sam my beloved

pics aren’t mine! credits to their rightful owner

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sam was a big man. you loved that about him. you loved the fact that he could just throw you over his shoulder and take you (anywhere and in any way). he was a sweetheart of a boyfriend, always putting your needs first. he had the best heart in existence, and you considered yourself lucky to be the one who holds it in your dainty little palm.

but sometimes you wanted to see him break. you wanted to see how rough he could get. you could feel it every time you made love. he would grab a fistful of your hair tightly, or grab your hips in such want every time you were perched on his lap. one time, he had mindlessly wrapped a hand around your throat. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as desire pooled between your thighs, but your poor boy took it the wrong way. he apologized immediately and smothered your neck in kisses to make up for it.

you know what he’s capable of. he was just holding back.

right now, he was in the middle of working a case. you had your own motel room together, and you couldn’t stop roaming your eyes over your god-like man. you felt the heat in your core every time he moved his arms and his biceps flexed deliciously in that tight shirt he was wearing. oh you wanted him to ruin you.

you crawled underneath the tiny coffee table he was working on, using your size to your advantage. he had been so wrapped up in what he was doing that he hadn’t noticed you go under there.

you knelt in front of him, pressing your hands against his thighs, causing him to slightly jolt in surprise. “baby,” he chuckled, “what are you doing there?”

you gave him your best doe eyes, fluttering your lashes prettily. “i need you, sammy…” your eyes flew to the zipper of his pants, starting to fumble with it. “need you in my mouth real bad.”

“honey, i’m working. can i take care of you later?” he tried to reason, but you didn’t care. you managed to pull the barrier of clothing down to his thighs, freeing his rock hard cock. you heard him let out a low groan when you gave a kitten lick to his tip. “please, sweetheart, this is a really important case.”

“but sammy, i need you” you purred, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and began to jerk him off. “is that case more important than me? your baby?”

he frowned at your words, feeling a little bad now. “nothing is more important than you, baby, but-”

“then take care of me now, sammy.” you were on a mission to make this man crumble. so you took all of him in your mouth and sucked like your life depended on it.

he tasted delicious on your tongue. everything about him drove you wild, and you wanted to do the same to him. “fuck baby, you’re doing so good,” sam’s moans were music to your ears. “that’s it, that’s my girl. take all of me, honey.”

you noticed him ball his hands into a fist, restraining himself. holding himself from getting rough. as sweet as his words were, you wanted his hands on you. you took the initiative yourself and used your free hand to unfurl it, guiding it to the back of your head and he realized what you were trying to convey. you wanted him to lose control.

“baby, are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you.”

you only hummed around his dick in response, batting your lashes for the second time that earned you another groan. finally, he gripped the back of your head with such gentle force. you could feel his hesitance as he pushed your head down slowly to set the pace he wanted. it wasn’t enough though. you needed him to get animalistic.

when he twitched in your mouth, signaling the near of his release, he pulled out all of a sudden, making you whine. “not yet baby, i wanna cum inside you” he reassured you.

he lifted you up in his arms, cradling you with all the care in the world and set you down on the mattress. he peeled off every layer of clothing you had on tantalizingly slow. once he got to your lace underwear, you had enough. “oh for god’s sake sam, just rip it off!”

he looked at you curiously, wondering why you were in such a state. you’ve been desperate and needy in bed before, but not like this. “what’s wrong, sweetheart? i thought you liked taking things slow.”

you nearly banged your fists on the soft mattress in frustration. how could he not see what you wanted? he was a smart man but god he could be clueless sometimes. “sam,” you started, “baby, i love that you always make sure i’m cared for.”

“but right now sam, i need you to stop holding yourself back and get rough with me. i know you want to. pull my hair, choke me, spank me, bite me, do everything with me!” you surprisingly started to get emotional, sniffling a little bit. “just let go of yourself for me. please, sammy.”

you could see his resolve breaking. you could see him fighting his demons in that gorgeous head of his. “are…are you sure? i feel like…i might break you.”

“do it. i want you to.” you whispered, feeling your own sanity slip by the second. “i trust you, sammy…”

sam didn’t fail to notice the tear that fell from your eye. he gently wiped it with his thumb and pressed a kiss to your lips. “but you’re so tiny…i don’t wanna crush you.”

for some reason, hearing those words come from his lips made you want to push him even more. you laid a hand on his cheek softly. “i want you to ravish me, sammy. don’t you wanna take me any way you like?” you lowered your head so that you could put his thumb in your mouth, slightly moaning as you sucked on it. his lips parted in amazement at your actions, eyes darkening with such lust. you let go of his thumb with a plop and gave him the final push he needed. “ruin me, baby. make me completely yours.”

the next thing you knew, your front was facing the mattress. sam had flipped you over to where your back faced him and you smiled in victory. his hands tangled up in your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail and tugged it just the way you wanted him to. you felt his lips graze against your ear, his hot breath fanning over you. “is this what you want, baby? drive me crazy and make me fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?”

you moaned at his words, nodding obediently. sam parted your thighs and positioned you in a way where you were on all fours. he pressed his thumb against your aching clit. “god, you’re a naughty little one, aren’t ya? look at you, so wet for me. if i had known you wanted rough, i would’ve given it to you a long time ago.”

“god yes, sammy. give it to me baby, make me take it.” your filthy words fueled him even more. “oh i’ll give you exactly what you want, baby.” and he pushed himself inside of you without any warning. his thrusts were ravenous, his callous hands gripping your ass so hard you were sure it would leave a mark later. the bed creaked embarrassingly loud as the scent of yours and his arousal wafted the room.

you felt your head go dumb as he fucked you hard into the mattress. he started rubbing circles around your clit, making you whimper pathetically and your walls squeeze around him. “you poor little thing. my dick too big for you, baby? that’s just too bad.”

your moans grew louder and louder, letting him totally possess your whole being. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach starting to undo itself and you cried out for him. “‘’ m gonna cum, baby. don’t stop.”

“i have no plans to, sweetheart,” he remarked, digging his nails into your flesh, and you moaned even more from the pain and the pleasure. “make a mess on me, baby. come on.”

your body obeyed him instantly, feeling a sudden gush of wetness between your thighs. you heard him whistle behind you as you squirted on his cock. “there ya go, doll. give it all to me.”

you felt sam’s warm seed shoot up inside you, making your eyes roll back in pleasure at the thought of your releases mixing together. once you came down from your high, your arms began to feel like jelly from holding yourself up. before you collapsed, sam caught you and held you against his chest. “i got you, honey,” he pressed a loving kiss on your forehead as he set you down on the bed gently, your limbs completely nonfunctional from the pounding you had just received.

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author’s yaps:

sam be like “no…im evil kitty” when he goes from soft!dom to hard!dom

:DD so it’s been a while since i’ve written smut and i wanted to see if i still got it

also should i start a taglist? lmk down below if you’d like to be tagged in my future works <33 mwahhhhhh!!!

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[xoswiftieprincess]

ahhh this means so much to me!! thank you for including one of my fics here, sweetie <3

[xoswiftieprincess]

begin again ღ

✘ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader ღ summary: both you and sam carry scars from past heartbreaks, but fate brings you together when you least expect it. ✾ word count: 1.7k

mini author's note: hi everyone! this is the first fanfic i've written after an almost two-month writing break haha :") please forgive me. this is just a little something for me to wade back in with writing.

you never had the best of luck when it came to love. in fact, you probably had the exact opposite of a midas touch when your poor heart found itself beating for another. after your previous relationships, you were convinced romance just wasn’t in the cards for you.

until you met him.

meeting him was like finding a fully bloomed dahlia in the winter. as if the gods of timing had a sense of humor, yours and his paths were somehow made to intertwine. two broken souls, scarred by previous lovers, sharing an uncanny misfortune in the love aspect that left them abandoning the idea altogether.

the first time you met him was at a small-town cafe on a wednesday. the rain came down in propulsive rhythm, splashing on the pavement in a sonorous melody. it was a tiny little place you frequented when the world was too loud and you yearned for the kind of quiet that never made you feel lonely despite being alone.

a little bell atop the door signaled one’s entrance. the furniture, curated by the forty-something owner, was rustic and brown. there were old vinyls plastered on the walls along with some vintage concert posters, and a few floating bookshelves that were lined with antique books. the aroma of coffee beans wafted under your nose, suffused with a hint of cinnamon from whatever pastry was baking in the oven.

there weren’t many people inside given the weather, only two or three familiar faces you recognized as regulars. it wasn’t a particularly popular place either, the perfect respite just on the outskirts of town.

the baristas gave you a little smile and wave, with you being a friendly face in the crowd. when you strode across to the register, there was already a warm smile on her face

“the usual?” she asked, and you nodded, giving her a smile back.

at the corner sat a small round coffee table with a little bentwood chair, your favorite seat in the house. you could watch the city people go about their lives—young adults in fast strides, running toward the most important or interesting thing going on at the moment. you were just like them on a normal day, always in a rush, always on your feet chasing something that made your heart sing. but now, in a place like this, time could just slow down for a while.

you took out the old novel you’d purchased from the store a couple blocks away that sold secondhand books. it was a worn down copy of Frankenstein with the sides of the front cover creased with dent marks, and the pages a little stained with tiny notes in the margins made by the previous owner.

the bell rang again, apprising you of a newcomer. there was a small tug in your stomach that drew your gaze to the presence of someone new. your head tilted in curiosity at the sight of him. his back was turned, but you had a good view of him from where you sat.

he was very tall, to start off. he had broad shoulders, a light brown jacket draped over his large frame, and his hair was long and messy but it somehow still made sense for someone like him.

he made his way to the same counter in long steps, and a smile tugged at your lips when the same girl that took your order peered up at him with hearts in her eyes, stumbling over her words, and fighting an uncontrollable blush. poor girl.

his voice was low but gentle, almost velvet-like, as he told his order: a plain americano, no sugar, and iced.

when he turned, that’s when you finally met his eyes. they were pretty, hazel, and just as kind as the way he spoke to the people around him. he was beautiful, you thought, almost like Aphrodite herself had meddled her way into his creation. a small smile graced his lips when he caught you staring, and it was inevitable, the way your heart skipped a beat. you found yourself returning the smile before glancing back down at your book in such quick motion, hoping he hadn’t noticed his effect on you too.

your coffee arrived after a couple beats. your fingers curled around the ceramic mug, the fragrance of the beans and a dash of vanilla waking up your senses. the mug was just the right amount of hot in your hands, warming them and bringing them back to life after being out in the cold rain.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes searched for the handsome stranger, somewhat enigmatically drawn to his presence. he sat a few tables away from where you were, his eyebrows scrunched in focus as he opened his laptop to start working.

a soft indie rock song played over the speakers, one you instantly recognized was jackie and wilson by hozier. as you skimmed through the words of shelley, letting your mind slip into a visionary reel of entrancement, you drifted through the lives of the characters. an hour slipped by sooner than you imagined where a few customers had gone in and out over the course of it. you took a peek out the window, seeing the rain outside grow weaker, falling in softer patterns.

the same voice that had captivated you earlier softly cut through your haze of reverie, and you blinked up at its source. you had to crane your neck a little higher than usual—his skyscraper-like height damn near impossible to ignore—and there he was with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, standing just a few steps away.

“um, hi,” he began, a boyish smile tugging at his lips, a little sheepish. “my name’s sam. i couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading. is that the version written in 1818?”

“oh,” you murmured, “yeah. are you… a fan of the author?”

he chuckled lightly, the sound warm enough to curl around you. “a little bit, yeah. i’ve read both the 1831 and 1818 texts. i prefer that one, but it's just shorter than i think it should be.”

“you’re quite the avid reader,” you replied, a giggle slipping past your lips. “is there anything else about you that you want me to know about?”

you caught the way his eyes flickered to the empty chair beside you before meeting your gaze again, a shy spark lingering there. “there are quite a few,” he said, “although maybe it’d be better to talk over more coffee?”

a blush crept up your neck at his words, a quiet thrill blooming in the pit of your stomach. normally, the word “no” dangled on the edge of your tongue, weighed down by the what-ifs. yet his presence sparked a different kind of curiosity in you. he was new and unlike the others you’d met before.

he actually felt safe.

so this time, you didn’t try to fight the grin that colored your face. “that works, as long as you split a cookie with me too.”

getting to know him was like discovering your favorite film for the first time. he was a quiet storm of intelligence and warmth. magnetic almost. talking to him made time slip by quicker than either of you wanted. you were just two lone souls in a cafe, finding company in one another—talking about life, literature, science, and the random little things that piqued your interest.

you could tell there were a few topics he kept tucked away. what he did for a living was one of them. when you brought it up, his lips curved in a timid smile, his gaze dropping as he told you it was a conversation for another day.

there was an indescribable beauty in the way he laughed, or how he looked straight into your eyes with such tenderness and genuinity that was never imposing nor undue. yet your eyes also caught the shadows under them, the quiet bags that told you just enough.

he was a man with a past. a man who had seen things unimaginable to the human mind. a man haunted by phantoms lurking in the quiet of the night. you learned about his late ex, who passed a couple years ago. he admitted that her death still pressed on him sometimes, a heavy weight on his shoulders. still, he fought through it every day—to learn what it was like to breathe and live for himself again.

as the sun started to sink and the stars begun to flicker, you found yourself doubting how long you'd known each other, wondering if you’d known him for three hours or three years. 

the shape of him was slowly etching onto you in just a single meeting, and when you looked at his hands that were rough and steady, you wondered what it would be like to be worshipped and be held by him.

it was as if the walls you put up years ago never existed in the first place. and as he walked you to your car, leaving the cafe with his number saved in your phone with the thought of your next meeting playing delicately on your terms, you both knew something undeniable was sparking between you.

it wasn’t the kind love-at-first sight that takes you on a whirlwind of passion or reckless adventure, but something gentler. something you found yourself wanting to come home to on more than one occasion.

later that night, in separate places with your phones pressed to your ears, wide smiles lit up your faces with the thrill of a new beginning. you were a breath of fresh air to him, and he was like steady ground you could finally land on.

everything seemed to fall right into place.

for the first time in years, as the brink of day crept closer, his night wasn’t plagued by memories of screaming in the silence. as for you, it was the first time in awhile where you weren’t lulled to sleep by a heavy heart and a mind that whispered lies.

and you both knew it was time to let go of the past and the pain that lingered with it.

all because you both decided to have coffee on a rainy wednesday afternoon.

more yaps from the author: next up, i’ll be working on the fourth chapter of the BDILH series because i made a vow to myself to finish a series for once

also for the record, i hated the frankensteins for what they did to charlie and i was so upset when she died, but i needed to use it in the fic as a conversation starter because we all know how much of a cute lil nerd sam is

new tag list: @veeweepeeknee

if you’d like to be added to the new tag list, please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

[trumpkinhotboy]

them giving each other a second chance at life and love is making me weak in the knees🥺

[xoswiftieprincess]

awww yayy im so glad this could resonate with you :)

[xoswiftieprincess]

begin again ღ

✘ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader ღ summary: both you and sam carry scars from past heartbreaks, but fate brings you together when you least expect it. ✾ word count: 1.7k

mini author's note: hi everyone! this is the first fanfic i've written after an almost two-month writing break haha :") please forgive me. this is just a little something for me to wade back in with writing.

you never had the best of luck when it came to love. in fact, you probably had the exact opposite of a midas touch when your poor heart found itself beating for another. after your previous relationships, you were convinced romance just wasn’t in the cards for you.

until you met him.

meeting him was like finding a fully bloomed dahlia in the winter. as if the gods of timing had a sense of humor, yours and his paths were somehow made to intertwine. two broken souls, scarred by previous lovers, sharing an uncanny misfortune in the love aspect that left them abandoning the idea altogether.

the first time you met him was at a small-town cafe on a wednesday. the rain came down in propulsive rhythm, splashing on the pavement in a sonorous melody. it was a tiny little place you frequented when the world was too loud and you yearned for the kind of quiet that never made you feel lonely despite being alone.

a little bell atop the door signaled one’s entrance. the furniture, curated by the forty-something owner, was rustic and brown. there were old vinyls plastered on the walls along with some vintage concert posters, and a few floating bookshelves that were lined with antique books. the aroma of coffee beans wafted under your nose, suffused with a hint of cinnamon from whatever pastry was baking in the oven.

there weren’t many people inside given the weather, only two or three familiar faces you recognized as regulars. it wasn’t a particularly popular place either, the perfect respite just on the outskirts of town.

the baristas gave you a little smile and wave, with you being a friendly face in the crowd. when you strode across to the register, there was already a warm smile on her face

“the usual?” she asked, and you nodded, giving her a smile back.

at the corner sat a small round coffee table with a little bentwood chair, your favorite seat in the house. you could watch the city people go about their lives—young adults in fast strides, running toward the most important or interesting thing going on at the moment. you were just like them on a normal day, always in a rush, always on your feet chasing something that made your heart sing. but now, in a place like this, time could just slow down for a while.

you took out the old novel you’d purchased from the store a couple blocks away that sold secondhand books. it was a worn down copy of Frankenstein with the sides of the front cover creased with dent marks, and the pages a little stained with tiny notes in the margins made by the previous owner.

the bell rang again, apprising you of a newcomer. there was a small tug in your stomach that drew your gaze to the presence of someone new. your head tilted in curiosity at the sight of him. his back was turned, but you had a good view of him from where you sat.

he was very tall, to start off. he had broad shoulders, a light brown jacket draped over his large frame, and his hair was long and messy but it somehow still made sense for someone like him.

he made his way to the same counter in long steps, and a smile tugged at your lips when the same girl that took your order peered up at him with hearts in her eyes, stumbling over her words, and fighting an uncontrollable blush. poor girl.

his voice was low but gentle, almost velvet-like, as he told his order: a plain americano, no sugar, and iced.

when he turned, that’s when you finally met his eyes. they were pretty, hazel, and just as kind as the way he spoke to the people around him. he was beautiful, you thought, almost like Aphrodite herself had meddled her way into his creation. a small smile graced his lips when he caught you staring, and it was inevitable, the way your heart skipped a beat. you found yourself returning the smile before glancing back down at your book in such quick motion, hoping he hadn’t noticed his effect on you too.

your coffee arrived after a couple beats. your fingers curled around the ceramic mug, the fragrance of the beans and a dash of vanilla waking up your senses. the mug was just the right amount of hot in your hands, warming them and bringing them back to life after being out in the cold rain.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes searched for the handsome stranger, somewhat enigmatically drawn to his presence. he sat a few tables away from where you were, his eyebrows scrunched in focus as he opened his laptop to start working.

a soft indie rock song played over the speakers, one you instantly recognized was jackie and wilson by hozier. as you skimmed through the words of shelley, letting your mind slip into a visionary reel of entrancement, you drifted through the lives of the characters. an hour slipped by sooner than you imagined where a few customers had gone in and out over the course of it. you took a peek out the window, seeing the rain outside grow weaker, falling in softer patterns.

the same voice that had captivated you earlier softly cut through your haze of reverie, and you blinked up at its source. you had to crane your neck a little higher than usual—his skyscraper-like height damn near impossible to ignore—and there he was with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, standing just a few steps away.

“um, hi,” he began, a boyish smile tugging at his lips, a little sheepish. “my name’s sam. i couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading. is that the version written in 1818?”

“oh,” you murmured, “yeah. are you… a fan of the author?”

he chuckled lightly, the sound warm enough to curl around you. “a little bit, yeah. i’ve read both the 1831 and 1818 texts. i prefer that one, but it's just shorter than i think it should be.”

“you’re quite the avid reader,” you replied, a giggle slipping past your lips. “is there anything else about you that you want me to know about?”

you caught the way his eyes flickered to the empty chair beside you before meeting your gaze again, a shy spark lingering there. “there are quite a few,” he said, “although maybe it’d be better to talk over more coffee?”

a blush crept up your neck at his words, a quiet thrill blooming in the pit of your stomach. normally, the word “no” dangled on the edge of your tongue, weighed down by the what-ifs. yet his presence sparked a different kind of curiosity in you. he was new and unlike the others you’d met before.

he actually felt safe.

so this time, you didn’t try to fight the grin that colored your face. “that works, as long as you split a cookie with me too.”

getting to know him was like discovering your favorite film for the first time. he was a quiet storm of intelligence and warmth. magnetic almost. talking to him made time slip by quicker than either of you wanted. you were just two lone souls in a cafe, finding company in one another—talking about life, literature, science, and the random little things that piqued your interest.

you could tell there were a few topics he kept tucked away. what he did for a living was one of them. when you brought it up, his lips curved in a timid smile, his gaze dropping as he told you it was a conversation for another day.

there was an indescribable beauty in the way he laughed, or how he looked straight into your eyes with such tenderness and genuinity that was never imposing nor undue. yet your eyes also caught the shadows under them, the quiet bags that told you just enough.

he was a man with a past. a man who had seen things unimaginable to the human mind. a man haunted by phantoms lurking in the quiet of the night. you learned about his late ex, who passed a couple years ago. he admitted that her death still pressed on him sometimes, a heavy weight on his shoulders. still, he fought through it every day—to learn what it was like to breathe and live for himself again.

as the sun started to sink and the stars begun to flicker, you found yourself doubting how long you'd known each other, wondering if you’d known him for three hours or three years. 

the shape of him was slowly etching onto you in just a single meeting, and when you looked at his hands that were rough and steady, you wondered what it would be like to be worshipped and be held by him.

it was as if the walls you put up years ago never existed in the first place. and as he walked you to your car, leaving the cafe with his number saved in your phone with the thought of your next meeting playing delicately on your terms, you both knew something undeniable was sparking between you.

it wasn’t the kind love-at-first sight that takes you on a whirlwind of passion or reckless adventure, but something gentler. something you found yourself wanting to come home to on more than one occasion.

later that night, in separate places with your phones pressed to your ears, wide smiles lit up your faces with the thrill of a new beginning. you were a breath of fresh air to him, and he was like steady ground you could finally land on.

everything seemed to fall right into place.

for the first time in years, as the brink of day crept closer, his night wasn’t plagued by memories of screaming in the silence. as for you, it was the first time in awhile where you weren’t lulled to sleep by a heavy heart and a mind that whispered lies.

and you both knew it was time to let go of the past and the pain that lingered with it.

all because you both decided to have coffee on a rainy wednesday afternoon.

more yaps from the author: next up, i’ll be working on the fourth chapter of the BDILH series because i made a vow to myself to finish a series for once

also for the record, i hated the frankensteins for what they did to charlie and i was so upset when she died, but i needed to use it in the fic as a conversation starter because we all know how much of a cute lil nerd sam is

new tag list: @veeweepeeknee

if you’d like to be added to the new tag list, please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

[xoswiftieprincess]

Heyyyyy how is it going? I’m so excited to read your new fic, welcome back!!! Also what do you think about TS12? Are you ready for the new era?? Sending you love🩷🩷

hi anon!! i’m doing alright, thank you for asking! i hope you’re doing good too :)

oh my gosh TS12!!! yes!!! i just know this next era is gonna hit so HARD. the fact that it’s screaming with color after TTPD (it’s one of my fav albums because that was everything to me) was void of it for so long speaks volumes and i just can’t wait to listen to all the songs 🥹 and im just so happy that she gets to do it with someone that loves her so loudly by her side!!!

ily too thank you so much for this ask 💗

[xoswiftieprincess]

AHH JEN YOURE BACK HIIII WELCOME BACK IVE MISSED YOU <33

HI DAISY I MISSED YOU TOO!!!! 💗💗💗

[xoswiftieprincess]

begin again ღ

✘ pairing: sam winchester x fem!reader ღ summary: both you and sam carry scars from past heartbreaks, but fate brings you together when you least expect it. ✾ word count: 1.7k

mini author's note: hi everyone! this is the first fanfic i've written after an almost two-month writing break haha :") please forgive me. this is just a little something for me to wade back in with writing.

you never had the best of luck when it came to love. in fact, you probably had the exact opposite of a midas touch when your poor heart found itself beating for another. after your previous relationships, you were convinced romance just wasn’t in the cards for you.

until you met him.

meeting him was like finding a fully bloomed dahlia in the winter. as if the gods of timing had a sense of humor, yours and his paths were somehow made to intertwine. two broken souls, scarred by previous lovers, sharing an uncanny misfortune in the love aspect that left them abandoning the idea altogether.

the first time you met him was at a small-town cafe on a wednesday. the rain came down in propulsive rhythm, splashing on the pavement in a sonorous melody. it was a tiny little place you frequented when the world was too loud and you yearned for the kind of quiet that never made you feel lonely despite being alone.

a little bell atop the door signaled one’s entrance. the furniture, curated by the forty-something owner, was rustic and brown. there were old vinyls plastered on the walls along with some vintage concert posters, and a few floating bookshelves that were lined with antique books. the aroma of coffee beans wafted under your nose, suffused with a hint of cinnamon from whatever pastry was baking in the oven.

there weren’t many people inside given the weather, only two or three familiar faces you recognized as regulars. it wasn’t a particularly popular place either, the perfect respite just on the outskirts of town.

the baristas gave you a little smile and wave, with you being a friendly face in the crowd. when you strode across to the register, there was already a warm smile on her face

“the usual?” she asked, and you nodded, giving her a smile back.

at the corner sat a small round coffee table with a little bentwood chair, your favorite seat in the house. you could watch the city people go about their lives—young adults in fast strides, running toward the most important or interesting thing going on at the moment. you were just like them on a normal day, always in a rush, always on your feet chasing something that made your heart sing. but now, in a place like this, time could just slow down for a while.

you took out the old novel you’d purchased from the store a couple blocks away that sold secondhand books. it was a worn down copy of Frankenstein with the sides of the front cover creased with dent marks, and the pages a little stained with tiny notes in the margins made by the previous owner.

the bell rang again, apprising you of a newcomer. there was a small tug in your stomach that drew your gaze to the presence of someone new. your head tilted in curiosity at the sight of him. his back was turned, but you had a good view of him from where you sat.

he was very tall, to start off. he had broad shoulders, a light brown jacket draped over his large frame, and his hair was long and messy but it somehow still made sense for someone like him.

he made his way to the same counter in long steps, and a smile tugged at your lips when the same girl that took your order peered up at him with hearts in her eyes, stumbling over her words, and fighting an uncontrollable blush. poor girl.

his voice was low but gentle, almost velvet-like, as he told his order: a plain americano, no sugar, and iced.

when he turned, that’s when you finally met his eyes. they were pretty, hazel, and just as kind as the way he spoke to the people around him. he was beautiful, you thought, almost like Aphrodite herself had meddled her way into his creation. a small smile graced his lips when he caught you staring, and it was inevitable, the way your heart skipped a beat. you found yourself returning the smile before glancing back down at your book in such quick motion, hoping he hadn’t noticed his effect on you too.

your coffee arrived after a couple beats. your fingers curled around the ceramic mug, the fragrance of the beans and a dash of vanilla waking up your senses. the mug was just the right amount of hot in your hands, warming them and bringing them back to life after being out in the cold rain.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes searched for the handsome stranger, somewhat enigmatically drawn to his presence. he sat a few tables away from where you were, his eyebrows scrunched in focus as he opened his laptop to start working.

a soft indie rock song played over the speakers, one you instantly recognized was jackie and wilson by hozier. as you skimmed through the words of shelley, letting your mind slip into a visionary reel of entrancement, you drifted through the lives of the characters. an hour slipped by sooner than you imagined where a few customers had gone in and out over the course of it. you took a peek out the window, seeing the rain outside grow weaker, falling in softer patterns.

the same voice that had captivated you earlier softly cut through your haze of reverie, and you blinked up at its source. you had to crane your neck a little higher than usual—his skyscraper-like height damn near impossible to ignore—and there he was with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, standing just a few steps away.

“um, hi,” he began, a boyish smile tugging at his lips, a little sheepish. “my name’s sam. i couldn’t help but notice the book you’re reading. is that the version written in 1818?”

“oh,” you murmured, “yeah. are you… a fan of the author?”

he chuckled lightly, the sound warm enough to curl around you. “a little bit, yeah. i’ve read both the 1831 and 1818 texts. i prefer that one, but it's just shorter than i think it should be.”

“you’re quite the avid reader,” you replied, a giggle slipping past your lips. “is there anything else about you that you want me to know about?”

you caught the way his eyes flickered to the empty chair beside you before meeting your gaze again, a shy spark lingering there. “there are quite a few,” he said, “although maybe it’d be better to talk over more coffee?”

a blush crept up your neck at his words, a quiet thrill blooming in the pit of your stomach. normally, the word “no” dangled on the edge of your tongue, weighed down by the what-ifs. yet his presence sparked a different kind of curiosity in you. he was new and unlike the others you’d met before.

he actually felt safe.

so this time, you didn’t try to fight the grin that colored your face. “that works, as long as you split a cookie with me too.”

getting to know him was like discovering your favorite film for the first time. he was a quiet storm of intelligence and warmth. magnetic almost. talking to him made time slip by quicker than either of you wanted. you were just two lone souls in a cafe, finding company in one another—talking about life, literature, science, and the random little things that piqued your interest.

you could tell there were a few topics he kept tucked away. what he did for a living was one of them. when you brought it up, his lips curved in a timid smile, his gaze dropping as he told you it was a conversation for another day.

there was an indescribable beauty in the way he laughed, or how he looked straight into your eyes with such tenderness and genuinity that was never imposing nor undue. yet your eyes also caught the shadows under them, the quiet bags that told you just enough.

he was a man with a past. a man who had seen things unimaginable to the human mind. a man haunted by phantoms lurking in the quiet of the night. you learned about his late ex, who passed a couple years ago. he admitted that her death still pressed on him sometimes, a heavy weight on his shoulders. still, he fought through it every day—to learn what it was like to breathe and live for himself again.

as the sun started to sink and the stars begun to flicker, you found yourself doubting how long you'd known each other, wondering if you’d known him for three hours or three years. 

the shape of him was slowly etching onto you in just a single meeting, and when you looked at his hands that were rough and steady, you wondered what it would be like to be worshipped and be held by him.

it was as if the walls you put up years ago never existed in the first place. and as he walked you to your car, leaving the cafe with his number saved in your phone with the thought of your next meeting playing delicately on your terms, you both knew something undeniable was sparking between you.

it wasn’t the kind love-at-first sight that takes you on a whirlwind of passion or reckless adventure, but something gentler. something you found yourself wanting to come home to on more than one occasion.

later that night, in separate places with your phones pressed to your ears, wide smiles lit up your faces with the thrill of a new beginning. you were a breath of fresh air to him, and he was like steady ground you could finally land on.

everything seemed to fall right into place.

for the first time in years, as the brink of day crept closer, his night wasn’t plagued by memories of screaming in the silence. as for you, it was the first time in awhile where you weren’t lulled to sleep by a heavy heart and a mind that whispered lies.

and you both knew it was time to let go of the past and the pain that lingered with it.

all because you both decided to have coffee on a rainy wednesday afternoon.

more yaps from the author: next up, i’ll be working on the fourth chapter of the BDILH series because i made a vow to myself to finish a series for once

also for the record, i hated the frankensteins for what they did to charlie and i was so upset when she died, but i needed to use it in the fic as a conversation starter because we all know how much of a cute lil nerd sam is

new tag list: @veeweepeeknee

if you’d like to be added to the new tag list, please don’t hesitate to let me know :)

[immodestly-marina]

i made this i hope you find it funny

[xoswiftieprincess]

I LOVE THAT THIS BECAME A MEME