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Summary: Sam has started poutingâĻ pouting because of you.Â
An: Iâm back?? Sorry for not uploading in a minuteâĻ I lost my motivation.
WC: 1k - Sam Masterlist
It started as something only dean noticed. He had separated you and Sam for a split second so you could get info on the case. The guy was being a real ass so you were sent in to work your magic.
Sam and Dean waited in the car instead of going in with you this time. Dean just happened to look over at his brother to ask something, but he lost his train of thought when he saw the look on his brother's face.
He wasâĻ pouting?
Sam Winchester. The known, and feared demon hunter Sam Winchester was pouting. Dean's eyebrows furrowed "Dude. Are you pouting?" He sounded disgusted
Sam looked over at him like a deer caught in headlights "Wha- no" he denied, but the uptick in his voice said otherwise.
Dean couldn't hide his shocked expression "Yeah, whatever-" he waved it off and returned to his original thought but in the back of his mind he confirmed. Sam Winchester definitely pouts.
Sam let out a released breath because he in fact had been pouting. He hated the thought that you had to go and possibly flirt with an asshole just to get information from the guy.
The next time he's caught pouting it's by Bobby. Which is somehow worse than Dean. This time it was because the two of you had a small disagreement about your capabilities.
At least that's how you'd taken it. Sam had been worried about you being sent off to torch bones on the other side of the large and very haunted estate.
He knew you could take care of yourself he'd seen you smite three demons all on your own just to save his ass. But it never stopped the worry.
You gave him a piece of your mind when he volunteered to go find the newfound missing girl that had just been right behind you, instead of you. And then you went anyway.
While they were waiting inside the salted room, Bobby happened to look over at Sam, noticing how quiet he'd been, and scoffed in disbelief at what he saw.
Sam is sitting with his arms folded and pouting like a child.
"Oh come on she's got you poutin' on the job? What's next you kiss the ground she walks on"
"He already does that. You should see him when she falls asleep with her head on his shoulder. Man's whipped" Dean added his (in Sam's opinion) unnecessary commentary.
Sam rolled his eyes because they were being stupid. Winchesters don't pout. Especially not during a job. But Sam was pouting.
He's a grown, 6'4, widely feared hunter and he was pouting.
What the hell is happening to him?
The last time he had been caught was the worst because it had been by you. Dean had gone out to do whatever Dean does in his free time and you and Sam had stayed in your shared motel.
You were lying in Sam's lap, magazine in hand while Sam flipped through channels on the t.v.
You had been so engrossed in the latest celebrity gossip that you rarely had the chance to catch up on that you hadn't acknowledged when Sam had muttered three heavy words.
There was a pang in Sam's chest when seconds of silence passed after he muttered the words. Which it's not like he hadn't said them to you before. He had, hundreds of times.
But usually, every time you would mutter back 'I love you more Sammy' and the words would ease any doubt or pain that he had been feeling.
But you didn't this time. This time you flipped the page and gasped when you saw that Angelina and Brad Pitt had divorced.
So Sam couldn't help when his lips had downturned, or when his eyebrows found company in one another. As his brain wracked itself to see if he had done something- anything to make you angry.
But when you lifted your head up to look at him, preparing to say something to him your face fell. "What's wrong?" Your voice came out soft and quiet.
Sam felt embarrassed, because he knows you love him. Everybody knows, but he couldn't help it. "You didn't-" he pauses, feeling absolutely absurd, he sighed ticking his jaw. "You didn't say I love you back" he muttered.
You blinked at him once. Twice. Three times.
A hint of a smile began growing on your lips, and Sam's heart dropped. Before you could stop it a full smile grew and you let out a delighted laugh, repositioning yourself on his lap.
You're now sitting up and facing him, a shit-eating smile on your face, Sam groaned his head falling back, thudding gently against the headboard "Oh god" he sighs.
"Aw! Oh my goodness, Sam." You grabbed his face dramatically, punctuating each word with kisses "I'm-" kiss "so-" kiss "sorry!"
Sam's face reddens, but he can't deny the sudden feeling of pleasure that coursed through him. He laughs through the kisses, each one in a different spot. One on his cheek, one on his nose, one on his forehead, a sneaky one on his neck, a final one on his lips.
Sam couldn't stop smiling long enough to kiss you back, and you knew that. Your hands moved to his hair as you separated, you gave him the smile that caught him by his heart "I'm sorry baby. I love you too." you said earnestly.
Sam's head cocked to the side, it was his turn to be a little shit "Are you sure? I'm not really convin-" You shot off of his lap, running to your bag "Where are you going?" He calls after you.
You smiled, "Getting my lipstick, gonna show you my lovin' baby" you joked "you look cute when you pout by the way" you said as you sat back down on his lap.
Sam scoffs watching you apply the bright lipstick "I don't pout"
"You absolutely do, but like I said it's cute. Don't worry I won't tell the ghosts"
being atsumuâs girlfriend and getting your twitter account suspended for arguing with someone who said he canât serve for shit and telling them to go kys
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tutor!james x fem!reader - texts with James as your tutor
<2
notes: crack, fluff, suggestive scenes, I started writing this like right after the roommate one james youâre very loved over here <222
wrds: 0.6k
Sliding denim shorts up your legs, two long beeps sound from outside your house. The same two beeps that come from the grey 2010 Corolla that picks you up when youâre too lazy to walk to the library. âHold on!â you yell out of your cracked window, before tumbling out of your room, slipping on shoes and running out of the house into his car. The ride was close to silent. Youâre not exactly certain what changed the atmosphere in the day you havenât seen each other, but something was different. The slight eye contact when he presses his hand on the head of your seat to look back at cars made both of you tense. Itâs not like you didnât notice he was attractive. The difference is that before he was just that hot guy in school that you recognised was hot and moved on with your day. Now, this is the hot guy thatâs willingly going to prom with you.. in a sense.
And that all settled in when James stepped out of the mall changing room in an all black suit, right hand in his jacketâs pocket, adjusting his maroon pocket square. âThis good?â He asked lazily, running the hand formerly in his pocket through his hair. You stand there for a second, either taking it all in or zoning out.Â
âUhh yeah.. yeah no yeah! You look fine letâs go.â You rushed him to pay and leave, opting to the store next door for your dress.
Your turn was a mess. The dress store was crowded with open aisles of gowns, squeezing through the walkway. All of the dresses looked the same. Boned bodices with mesh taught around the upper body. You were getting tired of looking, noticeably tired.Â
âJust give me thisââ You groan, reaching into Jamesâ suit to retrieve his pocket square. He barely reacted to this, somewhat used to it. You straighten your arm with the fabric in your hand, rotating around the store to find something that matches. Until your eyes land on a maroon  dress, tight at the chest, waist, and thighs, then turning out at the end. You sigh in relief as you walk over, plucking it off the rack and throwing it over your shoulder. As you make your way to the counter to pay, a voice stops you.Â
âDonât you wanna try that on?â James asks as he looks up from his phone. You had a moment of stagnancy before turning around and going to the changing room.
The dress was just your size, hugging at your hips. But, the zipper was in the back.Â
âJames, come in here.â You glance behind you to call out. Silence answers back, before hazardous footsteps sound to the door, two knocks following behind. You open it immediately, hand flat on your chest holding the dress up. âZip me up,â you murmur, before turning around. James hesitated before resting his thumb on the dimple of your back, the rest of his hand curled around your hip. Pale pink laced underwear peak through the bottom of the zipper. He zips it up halfway, stopping as he looked into the mirror in front of you to see you staring back at him. Your gazes broke quickly, him pausing before zipping you all the way. You looked up into the mirror, staring back at yourself. His hand was still resting on your hip. âGood?â He asked, sliding his hand off of you. You turned to the side and twisted your body about before deciding. âYep, letâs go.âÂ
Š @derpygoddess36 â26 | please do not copy, repost, plagiarise, or repurpose my work, thank you! :)
JUNE 2, 2026, 6:32AM: if youâre the girl dressed like a hot dog that just knocked me on my ass on the side of the road, please know that i am in love with you.
TO SUMMARIZE - miya osamu meets the love of his life on his way to work for about two minutes total, and then spends five weeks trying to find her.
PLEASE BE AWARE that this story contains written parts, longing, alcohol, swearing, lewd jokes, and everyone is out of character. warnings may change as the story progresses
tutor!james x fem!reader - texts with James as your tutor
<2
notes: crack, fluff, suggestive scenes, I started writing this like right after the roommate one james youâre very loved over here <222
wrds: 0.6k
Sliding denim shorts up your legs, two long beeps sound from outside your house. The same two beeps that come from the grey 2010 Corolla that picks you up when youâre too lazy to walk to the library. âHold on!â you yell out of your cracked window, before tumbling out of your room, slipping on shoes and running out of the house into his car. The ride was close to silent. Youâre not exactly certain what changed the atmosphere in the day you havenât seen each other, but something was different. The slight eye contact when he presses his hand on the head of your seat to look back at cars made both of you tense. Itâs not like you didnât notice he was attractive. The difference is that before he was just that hot guy in school that you recognised was hot and moved on with your day. Now, this is the hot guy thatâs willingly going to prom with you.. in a sense.
And that all settled in when James stepped out of the mall changing room in an all black suit, right hand in his jacketâs pocket, adjusting his maroon pocket square. âThis good?â He asked lazily, running the hand formerly in his pocket through his hair. You stand there for a second, either taking it all in or zoning out.Â
âUhh yeah.. yeah no yeah! You look fine letâs go.â You rushed him to pay and leave, opting to the store next door for your dress.
Your turn was a mess. The dress store was crowded with open aisles of gowns, squeezing through the walkway. All of the dresses looked the same. Boned bodices with mesh taught around the upper body. You were getting tired of looking, noticeably tired.Â
âJust give me thisââ You groan, reaching into Jamesâ suit to retrieve his pocket square. He barely reacted to this, somewhat used to it. You straighten your arm with the fabric in your hand, rotating around the store to find something that matches. Until your eyes land on a maroon  dress, tight at the chest, waist, and thighs, then turning out at the end. You sigh in relief as you walk over, plucking it off the rack and throwing it over your shoulder. As you make your way to the counter to pay, a voice stops you.Â
âDonât you wanna try that on?â James asks as he looks up from his phone. You had a moment of stagnancy before turning around and going to the changing room.
The dress was just your size, hugging at your hips. But, the zipper was in the back.Â
âJames, come in here.â You glance behind you to call out. Silence answers back, before hazardous footsteps sound to the door, two knocks following behind. You open it immediately, hand flat on your chest holding the dress up. âZip me up,â you murmur, before turning around. James hesitated before resting his thumb on the dimple of your back, the rest of his hand curled around your hip. Pale pink laced underwear peak through the bottom of the zipper. He zips it up halfway, stopping as he looked into the mirror in front of you to see you staring back at him. Your gazes broke quickly, him pausing before zipping you all the way. You looked up into the mirror, staring back at yourself. His hand was still resting on your hip. âGood?â He asked, sliding his hand off of you. You turned to the side and twisted your body about before deciding. âYep, letâs go.âÂ
Š @derpygoddess36 â26 | please do not copy, repost, plagiarise, or repurpose my work, thank you! :)
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bakugo!james . who swears he doesn't intentionally get injured but shows up at the clinic nearly everyday for almost the smallest things like a scratch from a cat
bakugo!james . that tries to influence his mindset onto you whenever you doubt yourself and your medical skills
bakugo!james . who visits you at the clinic 'just because'
"What are you doing here?" you ask, lowering the clipboard that's resting carefully between your palms. He shoots you a poker face and shrugs his shouldersâhis gaze darting away from you towards the ceiling.
"Just because." James simply responds, grabbing a chair nearby and sits next to you by the desk you're working on while taking a peek at the papers you're organizing and the clipboard full of to-do lists with empty boxes that have yet to be marked as done.
"Don't you have class?" You raise a brow, settling the clipboard on the desk to fully avert your attention onto him, and you notice he has fresh scars on his face and hands. "And did you get scarred again?"
"They won't let me spar, so I attempted to sneak in and blow a shot when Martin and Keonho were going against each other."
"...You're so dramatic."
bakugo!james . who is unexpectedly good in cooking, and makes you food with a sticky note pasted on the container, yet he denies it every time you ask.
"Is this yours? Someone dropped by and gave me food again." You ask him, a brow raising in suspicion. Â
"No? Who in their right mind would make you food." He scoffs while his eyes are glued onto the neatly wrapped container you are holding.
"Yeah, whatever." You walk away, rolling your eyes at his uncalled impudence.
Later on, you see him taking the food container from your locker before going home.
bakugo!james . who doesn't care about anyone, yet he's so invested when the topic is about you.
bakugo!james . that leaves the clinic when you're not on duty, refusing to let anyone treat his wounds unless it's you.
bakugo!james . who always looks like he's finding for someone in the cafeteria, and stops when his eyes land on you
bakugo!james . who becomes a show-off when you're watching him spar somebody else, knowing he'll always win
bakugo!james . that doesn't admit he's jealous, but his actions say otherwise.
James is making his way to the clinic, a fresh wound on the corner of his cheek that stings like hell. He had just gotten into a provoked fight with Keonho, and here he is nowâbut that didn't matter, he knows you're the one on duty at the clinic right now.
Just as he was about to turn the door knob, he peeks at the window on the door and is met by the sight of you entertained by another patient, your hands meticulously wrapping a bandage around their arm. It didn't take long for James to recognize the familiar streak of blonde hair that belongs to none other than Martin.
A knot twisted in his stomach, and a slight frown starts to form on his lips. You were laughing and grinning widely at Martin, as if whatever he's saying is the funniest thing in the world.
Without a second thought, James abruptly barges in, a calm expression seen on his face with a slight frown starting to form on his lips. You flinch just as you finish bandaging Martin up.
"James! Can't you knock next time?" You ask, a hand over your chest from how startled you wereâthe grin on your face faltered and your eyebrows furrow in concern while staring at James.
"Oh, James! Me and (Name) were just talking about you-"
"Move." He quickly cuts Martin off, urging him to get off the clinic bed. Martin takes a brief pause before realizing the look on his face. "Alright, alrightâdon't try and blow up my dorm later. She's all yours." Martin teases, patting James' shoulders before he thanks you and leaves the clinic with a smug grin.
bakugo!james . who has a glare as his natural resting face, but it unconciously softens when he's talking to you
bakugo!james . who once swore that he'd protect you for the rest of his life after seeing your incapability to fight
bakugo!james . who hates cats but endures it every time he comes over at your dorm since you own one (and has the same color as his hair)
đ¯đ an apocalypse au SMAU loosely based off the joyride mv
includes: non-idol au (garage band / friend group cortis), james & reader are basically the parents of the group, vague mentions of death & loss (typical of apocalyptic au), some written but mostly smau, short chapters, coming of age themes, etc.
01. brace for impact 02. the long haul
03. butterfly effect 04. apocalypse now
05. miles to go 06. earrings 07. the culmination 08. red dawn 09. no other heart 10. no sad endings
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