Veronica: In Your Opinion, What Is The Height Of Stupidity?

veronica: in your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

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Can I get stanford!!sammy with prompt three where he overheard the reader talking to her older brother and figures out somehow through the rest of the strangers talk that their hunters too

Tired [Sam Winchester]

Summary: Sam didn’t mean to eavesdrop...but what he hears makes him feel like he may not be as lonely here after all.

Pairing: Stanford!Sam Winchester/Reader, OMC!Andrew/Sister!Reader

Prompt: I’m so tired of the pain and suffering that comes with our lives, ___. Aren’t you tired?

For: Anon

Warnings: m/f

Notes: I hope this is what you wanted, sweetheart!

- THEN -

California was lonelier than he’d expected.

Sam had always thought that such a populated and popular state would be brimming with new ideas and new relationships, but he was wrong. If you weren’t well off (old money or new) or your name wasn’t one that had spread through all manners of common households, you weren’t much. The few that were like him weren’t much interested in talking, only in quietly making their way through life.

He, however, was-as usual-alone in his favorite coffeshop, sipping at a simple black coffee. A couple say to his left, a group of friends to his right, two men behind him, and a woman in front of him. She was furiously typing away on her thick laptop, most likely for her job or school when an old Mustang pulled up. Sam looked at it half heartedly; he could hear his big brother’s voice in the back of his mind admiring the car. He was pretty sure he knew what he would say...

‘Wow...what a fuckin’ beauty, eh Sammy? She doesn’t beat my Baby, but....Wow.’

Sam pulls himself from his thoughts and takes a drink of his coffee as a tall man steps out of the vehicle and approaches the girl. He tenses as she stiffens and chooses to watch warily.

“You need to come home.” The man says quietly after standing behind her silently.

“We’ve never had a home.” The girl says bitterly. The man backs up, looking shocked, hurt, and angry.

“How can you say that?” He asks. “Dad-“

“Was never around!” She snaps, whirling around. “He was a shitty dad and we had a shitty fucking life, being locked away in hotel rooms with fucking pictures drawn everywhere the staff wouldn’t see once we left, Dad and the Mother gallivanting around in that stupid car, with his stupid journal and her stupid twists and bags!”

“Shut up!” The man hisses. “Someone will hear you!”

“Let them! I’m so tired of the pain and suffering that comes with our lives, Andrew!” Y/N snarls. She’s silent for a second, then speaks again, only this time her voice shakes. “Aren’t you tired?”

He doesn’t seem to know what to say to that. She sighs.

“Just go.” She whispers. “I came to Palo Alto for freedom from our shitty lives...Why can’t you respect that?”

Sam’s in shock. These two siblings...they were like Dean and himself.

The man is silent for a second before scoffing, shaking his head, and backing away.

“Mother was right.” He whispers. “You’ll never be one of us.”

He turns and gets back in his car, driving away. The minute he’s gone, she collapses into her chair and cries. Sam sits quietly in his chair for a moment, wondering whether he should go comfort her or let her be.

He makes the best decision he ever could have.

- - - - -

It’s too late to be studying, but they are. They each have semester finals to ace, and since they’re both going into law, they can study together.

After Sam had chosen to comfort her at the cafe, the pair had hit it off. As the months passed, they became dorm mates and then roommates once they left the dormitories and moved into an apartment together. After a year of living their life together, Sam couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Be my girlfriend.” He says suddenly. Y/N looks at him in surprise, and he flushed a bright pink.

“What?” She asks, shocked.

“I-I-I...” Sam stutters. His face goes from pink to red, and he covers his eyes with one hand. “I...I really like you.” He mumbles. “You mean a lot to me.”

There’s a silence between them, and Y/N smiles and takes her free hand in hers.

“You mean a lot to me too, Sam.” She says softly. She takes a deep breath. “You’re all I’ve got here.” She admits. “You’re the only person I’ve trusted in a long time.”

Sam looks up, a hopeful expression on his face.

“You’re the only one I trust too.” He whispers. She leans forward and pecks his lips once.

“Then why don’t we give us a try?”

- - - - -

Two Years Later

“If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

The unfamiliar voice is all Y/N hears as she wanders through the dark apartment she shared with her boyfriend. As she walks into the doorway, she sees Sam standing with a strange man; she turns the light on.

“Sam?” She asks curiously. She’s a bit worried too; she nervously nudges the box peeking out from beneath their couch back under it. Sam and the unnamed man turn their heads in her direction in unison.

“Y/N!” Sam says brightly. “Hey! Dean, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Dean looks her up and down appreciatively.

“Wait, your brother Dean?” Y/N asks curiously, smiling. He nods at her and they stare lovingly at one another until Dean chooses to figuratively step between them.

“Sorry, but I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business.” He says. “But, uh, nice meeting you.”

Sam’s brow furrows.

“No.” He goes over to her and puts an arm around her. “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.”

“Okay, fine. Dad hasn't been home in a few days.” Dean says. Sam rolls his eyes.

“So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean narrows his eyes at his little brother.

“Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.”

Sam’s expression doesn't change while he takes this in. Y/N glances up at him in concern.

“She’s aware of the life, you know.” Sam says softly. “She was a part of it.” He doesn’t admit how she was a part of it; he knew Dean would shoot her immediatelyif he knew. “I’m not going with you.” He continues. “Nothing you say now or ever will change my mind.”

“Sam-“ Dean tries, but his little brother isn’t having it.

“You should go.”

- - - - -

- NOW -

“-take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you shall live?” The minister asks.

Sam turns to his breathtaking bride, who chuckles breathlessly. He smiles, eyes shining with happiness.

“I do.” He whispers. The minister turns to Y/N.

“And do you, Y/N L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse, as long as you shall live?”

She looks up at Sam with a bright, bright smile.

“I do.” She breathes. The minister smiles.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Winchester, you may kiss your bride!”

The pair throw themselves at each other and their lips lock, arousing raucous cheers from the pews.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Sam Winchester!”

Those in the pews cheer even louder than before and Sam and Y/N finally separate, Sam’s hands on her hips and Y/N’s arms still around him as they stare at each other in adoration.

Far in the back of the chapel, John and Dean stand quietly in the shadows by the door, watching as their son and brother celebrates finally marrying the love of his life. They look at each other, their expressions matching: sad smiles, but smiles nonetheless. They both turn to leave in tandem, Dean glancing back just once. His soft exhale of shock makes John look back and see what Dean had.

By chance, Sam had looked up, and he had spotted them.

And he had smiled.

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Should’ve Said No

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Marauders Era 

Based off the song “Should’ve Said No” by Taylor Swift

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Warnings: Angst and mentions of cheating

A/N: I’m back with another song based fic because that’s one of the few places that I draw inspiration from. I had a three hour car ride, listened to this song on repeat a million times, so in short, this fic just wrote itself! If you enjoy it, like, reblog, comment, or follow (I think you get the gist so far!) It’s my first time writing for Sirius, so I hope you all like it! Happy Reading <3

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I knew the risks that came with catching the eye of Hogwarts’ biggest playboy. I knew his reputation. I had stayed away for a decent amount of time, but the boy finally wore me down at the end of sixth year. He asked and asked. He said he was done with his play boy life. I said yes. Everyone was surprised I said yes. Hell, I was surprised that I said yes, but it was worth the risk. Sirius Black had my heart in his hands. He was careful with it too, almost delicate. 

Then seventh year kicked in and so did the beginning of quidditch matches and parties. I did as much Common Room rotating for the parties as the next girl, but the one time, the one time I decided that school was more important, he wasn’t strong enough to not ruin everything. Let me go back for a minute. 

Lily came up to me during lunch the other day, I think it was Tuesday or Wednesday, and sat with me at the Y/H table. 

“Did you finish that Transfiguration homework Saturday?” she asked me casually, but seemed to have a little bit of a tremor in her voice. 

“Yeah, Remus was a ton of help. Thank you for telling him that I needed him even though I didn’t want to ask. How was the party?” I asked, thinking nothing of it. It had been Gryffindor’s turn to host, but I wanted to get a good grade in my N.E.W.T. level transfiguration this year, so studying took precedent.  

Lily grew quieter suddenly. 

“That bad, huh?” I giggled, judging her reaction. “Where’s James?” 

I was still so daft. So stupid to think that everything was normal. Lily’s boyfriend and my boyfriend were best friends. It brought us closer than ever and it made me happy. Sound began to fill the Great Hall as others came in for lunch. 

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