If You Would Be So Kind As To Reblog This If You Feel Insecure About Your Writing Skills.

If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

All the time….

Together At Last

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 923

Summary: Sam and the reader were best friends in high school. What happens when, years later, they stumble across each other on a hunt?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I hope you like it!~

You’d known Sam for a long time. You’d met him at school during your last year there, and he quickly became your best friend. All too soon for you, he and his family had left the small town you and your mother were living in during that time period.

You made sure to keep in touch with him. His phone number changed constantly, as did yours, but you’d always stayed in contact.

It was really strange when, recently, he didn’t respond to your calls, e-mails or texts. Two years now, you hadn’t gotten a single word from Sam Winchester, a signal that he was alive and still thinking of you.

‘Maybe,’ you thought as you packed your hunting things in a backpack and slung it over your shoulder, ‘Maybe he’s not thinking of me. Or maybe he’s not alive,’ you sighed at your depressing train of thought and cursed yourself for thinking so much about him even now, two years after you’d had your last contact with Sam and so many years after you’d last seen him.

Cursing yourself under your breath, you shook your head to clear it and headed towards your destination: an abandoned house where ghost sightings had been reported. Armed with rock salt, a pack of matches and a lot of other weapons that would be useless against a ghost but made you feel safer; you made your way up to the house.

You had just closed the door behind you and switched your torch on when you heard a gun being cocked and the bright beam from another person’s torch was in your eyes.

But then the beam was lowered and, in the meagre light it and your own flashlight created, you could barely make out the characteristics of a tall, broad-shouldered man that reminded you too much of...

“Sam?” you choked out in surprise, wondering what the hell he could be doing here.

He didn’t speak. He just flung some water at you from a small bottle held in his hand, and he frowned when the results were negative.

“I’m not a fucking demon,” you hissed at him and drew a silver knife from your belt, slicing a cut across your palm. “And I’m not a shapeshifter either.”

“You can’t be Y/N,” he stated with certainty.

“I can’t? Why’s that, Sam?” you asked, and his frown deepened. “Because Y/N isn’t a hunter. I would’ve known.”

“I am a hunter. And of course you wouldn’t have known -I hadn’t realised you’re a hunter either,” you said in your defence.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? We’ve talked so many times,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t know you’re a hunter as well, so I couldn’t exactly call you one day and tell you that I’ve been hunting monsters ever since I could walk. Most people don’t even know that monsters exist,” you replied, locking eyes with his.

Even in the too little white light that the torches’ beams cast, his eyes were the same hazel you remembered, his smile -though small right now- was instantly recognisable as Sam.

“You’re so tall now,” you muttered suddenly, and he chuckled. “You’re still beautiful,” he said, and you could have sworn that a small blush coloured his cheeks as he said that, but the lighting was so bad that you weren’t sure.

Unexpectedly, you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ve missed you,” you said, a grin on your face that could rival the sun in brightness.

“I’ve missed you too. So much,” he muttered.

“Why did you stop replying to my messages and calls?” you asked him, pulling far enough away so you could look at him, but not so far that you would have to take your arms off from around him.

“I wanted to keep you safe. Away from the life of a hunter. I thought that the best way to do that would be to sever all contact with you. It hurt, because you were my best friend, and I...” here, Sam trailed off, and you waited for him to pick up the threads of his sentence, but he never did.

“I wasn’t your best friend, Sam. I still am, if you want to, if you need me. I sure as hell need you,” you muttered, and were elated to see a smile take over the frown that had clouded his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said eventually, “But I...” he hesitated again before taking a deep breath, “I’ve always liked you. More than just friends. Perhaps more than like. It’s as if... I’ve been in love with you all my life, from the moment I met you onwards,” he confessed awkwardly, his voice low in a murmur, and you blushed.

You didn’t respond. Words weren’t really your thing; but actions were. So you stood on your tiptoes, put your arms around Sam’s neck and pressed your lips to his, pulling him into a kiss that held frustration, longing and so many bottled-up feelings. The feel of his tongue against your lips, in your mouth, toying and fighting with your own made your skin tingle and your brain shut down as you gave into the sensations, savouring every single moment.

“Two hunters in love. It’s risky,” you muttered when you pulled away.

“It’s not just risky. It’s mortally perilous,” he responded breathily, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You giggled as he leaned down to kiss you again.

“And I love it.”

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Being a writer

IDEA

*thinks of a whole mystery plot while in the shower*

I like that synonym, ohhh but I like that one too.

“It’s just a draft” I say to hide the fact that I suck and this is the best I can do

What’s another word for ‘said’?

Argh I can’t spell

Their tongues battled for dominance…

DON’T BREAK MY CONCENTRATION

You broke it.

And then she…and then she…

I’m so hungry

I’m so tired

I’m so horny

I’m just going to write about my OTP and change their names.

I’m so proud of this! *a week later* wtf did I actually write this shit this is terrible what was I thinking just ugghh

I just need to change one more thing…or 80.

FUCK EVERYTHING

*writes for 5 minutes* *block*

If Stephenie Meyer can publish, so can I.

This is it! I’m going to turn it into a book. No really, this one’s better than the last one.

My book’s so gonna be a movie/TV series, so I may as well plan ahead and pick my cast.

Why are they always fictional??

*mind wanders*

“What’re reading?” Ummm a book…that’s online. NO you can’t see it.

Nothing rhymes with orange? Challenge accepted.

I’M A FAILUURRREE

It’s just a short story, won’t take me long *seven hours, 30 energy drinks and 10,000 words later*

WHAT’S THE POINT?!

*mind continues to wander*

“What’s lemon?” *sweats*

Another rejection? Perfect! Harry Potter was rejected thirteen times. I’m on my way.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE IT’S EITHER THERE, THEIR, OR THEY ARE.

No, I didn’t use rhymzone.com. I’m insulted by your accusations.

I want Emma Watson to play my character.

And Tom Felton to be her love interest.

How do you write smut?

What’s another word for ‘and then’?

OMFG I’M SO INSPIRED RIGHT NOW MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE THIS DOWN

I’ll write it later, I’ll definitely remember it.

What’s another word for ‘suddenly’?

SMELL THIS BOOK. SMELL ITTT.

Wasn’t there something I was supposed to remember to write?

Ugh I give up

IDEA!