-Lena is a well rename model, she has been the main face of Victoria secret for more than three years now
-Kara is a upcoming singer, with her sweet voice and naive looks
-the first time they meet Kara is performing in VS runway
-that show goes to history, because Kara almost falls from the stage when Lena comes out in lingerie
-Alex, Karaâs guitarist and sister makes fun of her for more than a month
-Kara still teases her about how she broke one of her guitar strings when she saw Sam in a bathrobe behind the scenes for the first time.
-Lena is captivated by the sweet blonde who apologizes profusely for almost ruining her show
-after two months of tip toeing around each other they start dating
-they try to keep their relationship pretty privately but one day Kara just snaps and posts a picture of Lena laughing tangled in sheets
-tumblr gets crazy
-from that day on they are the new lesbian power couple, only competing with Alex and Sam
-when the four of them go together on vacation and Lena post a photo of them in bathing suits, twitter crashes for two hours.
-people new that Lena and Sam has a good body, but no one expected the Danvers sisters six packs.
-Kara stays away from social media for a week, the thirst comments too much for her puppy self to handle
-on the next vs runway, kara and Alex are there to play again. This year Lena is wearing the main piece. The bra is full of tiny diamonds, with big emerald wings giving her an ethereal look.
-is almost the end of the show and Kara and Lena are more than nervous just for totally different reason.
-Kara already talk with production and with all the high ups from whom she needed permission, and she got it. Now she just has to wait for the right moment.
-Lena comes out and the place goes crazy. She look form out of this world. And angel fallen to earth. Porcelain white skin and raven hair. The bra catches the light in a way that look like the one sparkling is Lena. The wings make her eyes Stand out more.
-Kara has to make a huge effort to keep singing. She canât take her eyes off Lena, tho.
-Lena gets to the end and does a little twirl before resuming her path back.
-in the middle of the runway Kara catches her hand and makes her dance with her while she finishes the song.
-Lena laughs, not being able to contain when Kara is being so damn cute.
-the song ends and Lena has to go back, but instead of starting the next song and letting Lena go, Kara does something else. Something absolutely no one, except Sam and Alex, was expecting.
-she moves the microphone away form her, not enough for her voice not to listen around the place, but just to give them the illusion of privacy.
âLove, I have the perfect thing for your outfitâ says Kara, shy and nervous and absolutely beautiful, her cheeks a little red both form the exertion of the show and from the nervousness.
âWhat are you talking about, Kara?â Laughs Lena, confused at her girlfriend antics.
In that moment, Kara pulls a box out of her pocket, a red velvety box, one that can only mean one thing.
Lenaâs gasp is so loud that it can be heard from the microphone. Everyone is completely silent, watching the scene enraptured.
When Kara opens the box, is to show a delicate platinum ring, with and emerald stone flanked by two smaller diamond.
âWill you marry me, Lena Kieran Luthor?â Ask Kara, still standing and not moving her eyes form Lenaâs.
The model puts a hand to her heart, tears streaming down her faces, a huge smile confirming that they are happy tears.
âYes...â she whispers, waiting for Kara to put the ring on her finger before throwing her harms around her fiancĂŠeâs neck. âOh god, yes, I love youâ
Kara takes her from the waist and spins her around, the room fool of happy scrams, all the other models coming out from behind the scenes to congratulated the couple.
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Summary: Sam is a model contestant on the fashion design reality show Project Runway but when his designer gets sent home, he assumes heâs heading home, too.
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Pairing: Sabriel (not overly so, itâs really just some flirting on Gabeâs part at the end)
Word Count: 750
Rating: General
Warnings: None; AU - model!Sam, fashion designer!Gabriel, reality television show.
A/N: Another multiple fic day! Huzzah! Â Though, Iâm realizing that the little phrases and devices I use over and over in my fics become much more obvious when I post a bunch... Anyhow... Apparently, theyâve stopped doing the model selection on camera on Project Runway, which is a dang shame. Â It was simultaneously suspenseful and predictable... Oh well. Â
I got this idea while I was working on the Skin Wars Destiel fic. Â I hope you enjoy this little dose of model!Sam and fashion designer!Gabriel. Â
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This was the worst part of the entire competition, Sam decided.  The waiting and the wondering.  The being on display he could deal with, it was his job, after all, though he was usually wearing more than a pair of boxer briefs⌠usually.  But he had known that he was signing on for all of this when he was selected as one of the models for the first ever menswear edition of Project Runway.  He had hoped that the designer he had been paired with would be the winner but that dream had died the day before when Gadreel had been sent home.  Now, with half of the designers gone, Samâs chances at winning the modelâs prize were slim to none. Â
Sure, there was always the chance that another designer would pick him but everyone had been loyal to their models so far. Â There hadnât been any swaps and the model paired with the losing designer had always been the model sent home. Â Despite the lascivious (and, frankly, creepy) looks heâd been getting from one of the designers all season, Sam didnât hold out much hope. Â He had already gotten more national exposure than ever before, he reminded himself. Â He had modeled the hell out of Gadâs clothes and his star was on the rise. Â He could be content going home with that knowledge.
Just as Sam had expected, once the model selection began, the remaining designers called out familiar names. Â The winning designer got first pick and with each passing choice, Sam became more and more certain that he was headed back home. Â Luc, the designer that had been ogling Sam throughout the competition, raked his eyes up and down Samâs body when it was his turn to choose but, ultimately, he decided to stick with his model, Nick. Â Sam let out a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding. Â He knew that Luc and Nick had a pretty good relationship but, if he was being honest with himself, Sam was relieved that the designer had passed on him.
The model selection continued for another few minutes until there was only one designer left. Â
Gabriel looked up at the two models remaining on the runway. Â He and Loki had gotten along just fine at first and he was used to designing to his measurements by now but things had gotten heated between them during the most recent challenge. Â Really, he should just stick with Loki and get on with the show. Â It was the smart decision and the safe move. Â But Gabrielâs had never really been known for playing it safe and his attention kept getting drawn back to Sam. Â
Sam was a little taller than the average male model, so that would be an adjustment if Gabriel chose him, but it was only by an inch or two and he was certain that he could handle that. Â Really, though, Gabe thought Sam was gorgeous. Â Sure, all of the men modeling the designers clothing were attractive but there was something about Sam that had caught Gabrielâs eye immediately and he had been jealous of Gadreel when Sam had stopped at his workstation and introduced himself.
âYouâre both amazing models,â Gabriel said now that it was his turn to pick. Â He hated that he was the one sending one of these men home but that was the way the game was played. Â âLoki, weâve worked well together throughout this competition so far.â Â Gabriel watched as Sam hung his head, waiting for the inevitable âauf wiedersehenâ from Heidi and he smiled to himself. Â âBut Iâd really like to move forward working with Sam.â
Samâs head shot up, his hazel eyes wide with disbelief, and Gabriel heard a couple of murmurs from the other designers. Â âIâm so sorry, Loki,â he added.
Once they were back in the workroom, Gabriel had a moment to take Samâs measurements.  âWhy did you⌠I mean, thanks.  But why did you pick me?â  Sam asked as Gabriel wrapped the tape measure around his torso.
Gabriel pulled back, confused by Samâs self conscious tone of voice. Â âYouâre the best model in this competition,â Gabriel whispered, not wanting the other designers to hear his opinion on Sam, lest they use it against him somehow, âand have you looked in a mirror recently? Â Youâre gorgeous, kiddo!â Â The second half of his declaration was louder as he went back to work with a smug smile on his face at the blush he had been able to draw from his new model.
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Summary: Youâre an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.
A/N: This is the very last part of the Fame series. Itâs incredibly short and fluffy, and it offers very little conclusion, but I wanted to end with something a little more domestic. Thank you so much for all the support for this series. Itâs been a long time coming, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think of this last part. Enjoy!
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âItâs beautiful,â Sam whispered.
You turned and spotted him in the doorway, then smiled softly. âThanks,â you replied. âIs he still sleeping?â
Sam glanced down at little Austin, who was fast asleep against his chest, still in the baby carrier that Sam had gotten so used to wearing. âLooks like it.â
Nodding, you finished up the last leaf on your mural and put the paintbrush down on the tray at your feet. Sam came closer and wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting on his hip as he looked at your work.
âYou really like it?â you asked. He nodded in reply. âDo you think Austin will like it?â
âI think that Austin is only a couple months old and heâll like anything you do.â
You grinned at his response, then pushed yourself up on your toes so you could press a kiss to Samâs cheek. âYouâre funny. How about I make us some lunch before Austin gets hungry and I have to sit and feed him?â
âSounds good,â Sam answered. âMom texted and asked if we needed anything. I told her we didnât, but she insisted, so I think sheâs bringing Chinese over for dinner. Is that okay?â
As you opened your mouth to answer, Moose came barreling into the room, his floppy ears flying every which way as he slipped on the plastic tarp youâd laid down to protect the apartmentâs carpeting. You and Sam watched in horror as he slid toward the open bucket of paint on the other side of the bedroom.
âMoose, no!â you cried, turning to try and catch the poor dog as he knocked into the bucket, then the wall.
You were too late. The paint was already spilling out onto the tarp by the time youâd reached your puppy.
Moose whined and looked up at you, but as soon as you were checking him over to make sure he wasnât hurt and that he wasnât covered in paint, his usual excitement was back and you found yourself being knocked onto the paint-covered tarp as the puppy licked every inch of bare skin he could find. Behind you, Sam was laughing, but all you could think about was getting Moose out of the room so that you could clean up the mess heâd made.
With a sigh, you pushed Moose up and toward the open door, then sat up yourself.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â you grumbled under your breath as you looked around the room. Thankfully, the paint had stayed on the tarp, but it was going to be a lot harder to clean up than it would have been had Moose not made such a mess.
âItâs not that bad,â Sam said, his voice slightly strained as he tugged your quickly-growing dog out the door. He closed the door behind him, then crossed the room to open the window further.
âYouâre not the one covered in paint!â
Sam chuckled and sat down beside you, carefully avoiding the paint that was beginning to spread toward the center of the room. âYou know,â he brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes, âthis reminds me of the time we were painting Deanâs old apartment.â
âYeah?â Leaning over, you rested your head on Samâs shoulder and considered the wall you were facing. Youâd painted it a light blue, and you had to admit that it was a pretty color, Â but the artist inside you was telling you it could be so much more.
âHey.â
You looked over at Sam only to find he was already watching you with a faint smile tugging at his lips.
âI love you a lot, Y/N,â he said, his voice soft. You smiled in return, then lifted your head slightly so you could kiss him on the lips. âThe wall is fine.â
âItâs boring,â you laughed, loving how Sam knew exactly what was going through your head.
âThis is where weâre putting his crib! Itâs gonna have the mobile and stuff Mom bought. Itâll be just fine, Y/N. I promise.â
âYou promise?â
âI promise,â Sam repeated. âAnd besides, Austinâs already got a mural, two paintings, a hand-painted mobile, and that piggy bank you painted when we tried out that pottery place. His room is gonna be so full of art that he wonât know what to do with himself.â
âHeâll be such a cultured kid,â you teased, smiling to yourself. Sam laughed and kissed the top of your head just as Austin began to squirm in the carrier. âAnd⌠Heâs awake.â
âHe sure is,â Sam sighed. He cupped the back of Austinâs head in one hand and rubbed it with his thumb, smiling when he let out a big yawn. âYouâd better get cleaned up before he starts to realize heâs hungry.â
Nodding, you got to your feet and headed to the master bathroom to clean up. When you came back, you stopped just outside the doorway. Sam was humming to the baby, and you couldnât help but want to stop and listen. It was a song you recognized only by tune, and as it went on you found yourself smiling from ear to ear.
âYou ever think that weâd make good parents?â Sam asked, clearly knowing that you were standing just out of sight.
âNo,â you replied. You slipped around the corner and made your way over to him, smiling wider when you saw that Austin was nodding off again. âBut somehow I donât think anyone else is surprised. They all seemed to think weâd be good together from the very start.â
âDonât tell me youâre agreeing with the tabloids,â Sam answered, acting shocked.
You laughed, then covered your mouth to keep yourself from getting any louder. You didnât want to risk waking up Austin. âMaybe. Maybe not.â
âEither way,â Sam began, âIâm happy that youâre here with me.â
âMe too.â
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Where Jared (and one with Sam) is a model. As always, heed the warnings where the storyâs posted.
A Thousand Words on My Tongue by 13chapters on Ao3. Jared/Misha. Mishalecki. Misha already knows that all of Sebastian's ideas end in disaster and possibly illegal activities. So why the hell did he let Sebastian talk him into taking an art class? (no penetrative sex)
Not Quite Model Behavior by indigo_blind on LiveJournal. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Â Jared Padalecki is a contestant on the hit reality show Americaâs Next Top Male, hosted by none other than the worldâs leading male model Jensen Ackles. Through the course of the show and the challenges Jensen falls for one of the contestants of his show, causing a few little problems along the way. (no penetrative sex, although Jensen implies he wants to top)
My Body Is An Orphanage by rhas_kitten. Jared/A lot of people. CEO!Jensenâs hosting a pool party for his CEO!friends. Swimsuit!model!Jared is there for entertainment. (it is stated that Jensen would like to bottom for Jared, but it is only bottom!Jared onscreen)
Really, Really Ridiculously Good-Looking by dragonspell on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. The world liked to think that if someone was really, really good-looking, then that person wouldnât have any problems at all but the world was wrong. Really, really wrong. Jensen Ackles, the world's top model, is sick of Jared Padalecki stealing his rightfully earned spotlight. He just wants Jared to take his llama and his cock-a-whatever and go home but, because of sick twist of fate, Jensen is stuck shooting an ad with his rival for the eccentric designer MiSHA. (Zoolander j2) (no penetrative sex)
A Rockstar and his Model series by ObsidianRomance on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. ensen is a hugely successful rockstar who despairs that he has fallen into rockstar cliche and he wants to tap model Jared's ass. But Jared is a vapid model that flits from man to man, and every time they meet, Jared never remembers who Jensen is. Jared may be a ranked chess master who speaks three different languages, but he is also never in the country very long. In desperation (and he can't believe he is stooping to this), the one and only time they sleep together, Jensen pokes a hole in the condom. Three months later Jared is pregnant, and doing DNA tests of the entire Fortune 500. But, yeah, Jensen is going to put a ring on it. (warning: mpreg)
Taste Me Bare by ghostboi on Ao3, Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen's a photographer, and Jared is the smart-ass model he's photographing.
Someone needs put in his place.
It Takes One to Know One, Kid by Fatebegins on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared is a gorgeous 17 year old model, much in demand for his luxurious hair, high cheekbones, buff body, and height. He's been picked up by a top agency and is doing all the hot runway shows.Jaded designer Jensen, hot in both fashion and bed, sees Jared and snaps him up for Jensen's upcoming Fashion Week showings.Everyone knows - and fucks - everyone else in the glam but gritty world of high fashion, but no one knows that Jared is still a virgin. Lots of sharks are circling around him, including Jensen...until Jensen finds out about Jared. Will Jensen protect Jared... or ravish him? (must be logged in to read)
Trophy Boy by WetSammyWinchester on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared has a wardrobe malfunction on a photoshoot and Jensen wants to lend a hand. (no penetrative sex)
Spoiled Rotten series by Fatebegins on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jared is a spoiled high maintenance, heiress type and Jensen is his average Joe boyfriend. This is them expecting their first baby. (warning: mpreg) (must be logged in to read)
Statuesque by rozebellalove on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensenâs a sculptor with a bit of an attitude problem who likes to keep himself to himself, Jared is a part time model. Jensen has been through some rough times with an ex and Jared helps him to move on.
Folie Ă Deux by cyndrarae on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Â This is the story of Jensen Ackles, a neurotic, self-absorbed painter unable to resist a certain pair of magnetic eyes, and his 'accidental' muse with a sordid, mysterious past. But who is this Tristan Winslow really? And why is Jensen so hell-bent on repeating the mistake that once nearly cost him his life?
If Itâs Love by brokenhighways on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen is a cynical hairdresser who doesn't do commitment. His life changes when one day he snaps and ends up losing his job. It doesnât faze him though because as long as he has his best friend Jared in his life, he doesn't really mind what life throws at him. However, this leads to him wondering what he wants in life. Little does he know that the answer is staring him in the face, even if he can't see it at first. (no penetrative sex)
Run To You by ifallonblackdays_fics on Ao3. Jared/Jensen. J2 AU. Jensen works two jobs, one as a clerk in the disc shop owned by his best friend, Steve, and one as a photography model. But what Jensen really wants to do is write for the screen. His dream has been forgotten for a while, after tragedy struck, but now heâs picked it up again and is looking for the perfect story. A certain Native American legend catches his attention. When Chadâs best friend, Jared Padalecki, shows up at the modeling agency one day for a photoshoot, Jensenâs world turns upside down. What is it about Jared that makes Jensen feel like heâs known him for a lifetime? (the sex is ambiguous as to who tops and bottoms, nothing explicit onscreen)
And one model!Sam.
it is only with the heart that one can see rightly by insertcode11 on Mediafire. Sam/Dean. Wincest. Set in season 2. A skyrocketing body count of murdered models bring Sam and Dean to Tattoo Magazine's NYC office where Dean is mistaken for their next model and, inadvertently, the next victim. However, as the case evolves so does the escalating tension between them. (the link will give you most of their stuff and with the exception of one or two stories, it is all bottom!Jared/Sam. Highly recommended!)
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Squares Filled: Model!Sam / Free Space / Lingerie / Photographer AU
The background was set, lights all put up, cameras were charged up so the trio were ready to go.
Castiel had a camera hanging around his neck, waiting for his favourite models to come out and get shooting for the new edition of the magazine.
Castiel had sent for you and Sam and you exited the dressing room promptly after being told that it was your time to get in front of the camera. The hair, makeup and outfits chosen for you were to capture Castielâs vision.
You had requested a more comfortable scene where the whole crew wouldnât be looking at the pair of you in your underwear, Castiel took on board your comfortability and ensured the crew members that, once set up, he would need the set cleared in order to shoot the photos with ease. They all understood.
Fiddling with the belt on your robe, you awkwardly smiled as the members of the team left Castiel in charge; trusting him and his skills with their life.
âWhere do you want us, Cas?â Sam asked as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.
âIn front of the camera, preferably.â Cas deadpanned.
âBabe,â you rolled your eyes at Castiel, smiling at his bluntness, of course you and Sam were used to it at home but it didnât help with the positions that you needed to get in if he didnât tell you.
âIâm kidding. Sam, youâre behind Y/N. Arm around her waist over her stomach.â You and Sam took your positions in front of the bright blue backdrop, Cas pressing down the button, taking the shot. âNow pull the sash off.â
Multiple clicks.
âOkay Sam, instead of looking at the camera can you look at Y/N like you do in the bedroom,â Cas winked but Sam shut him down claiming that Cas looked at you the exact same way.
âHmm, yes I do.â
Sam spun you around, Castiel documenting every movement the two of you made. With yours and Sam's bodies pressed together it was hard for you to breathe but it was thrilling instead of scary.
Sam had shredded his pajama top and pajama bottoms, slowly peeling your silk robe off your shoulders revealing the black strap of your lingerie.
Without direction, Sam had placed a hand on your cheek, dipping his head low and close to yours, not touching but making you want to leap forward and take him right then and there. You had to be a professional and wait until after the photo shoot was over.
*click*
âThis is great stuff guys. Y/N, do you mind taking your robe off and showing the camera what is underneath there?â Castiel asked carefully, ensuring that you were comfortable with being in your lingerie.
Lovingly, you smiled at Castiel and his endearment to make you feel relaxed in front of the camera - even if you had done this many times before. âYeah, Iâm good to go.â
Without hesitation, you pulled the robe off your body revealing the lingerie you were wearing, both the boys sucking in a sharp breath at the way the black see through fabric clung to the curves of your body.
You were comfortable around your boys and you trusted them with your life. Castiel would make the pictures of you and Sam fabulous and Sam would be there right by your side to ensure you that everything would go smoothly, that he would protect you in some kind of way.
Castiel had told you to stand in front but to the left side of Sam, Samâs right hand brushing loose tendrils behind your ear before curling his fingers into a loose fist and putting it under your chin as if he was going to kiss you.
Another click from the camera alerted you of another round of photos were being taken, from your peripherals though, you saw Castiel adjust himself in his pants but ignored it for now, your stomach doing flops, becoming tingly inside.
When Castiel had scanned through the photos he nodded to himself. âGood work, guys. Letâs move this over to the bed. Weâre gonna top and tail this, heads next to each other but first,â He stopped, ripping the strap off of his neck and carefully placing it on the table.
Within the next second, Castiel had pushed you and Sam on top of the bed. His eyebrow raising but he said nothing as unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his legs.
He was too turned on by the two of you, in your underwear, being close and intimate. He tried to conceal the boner he got when he saw the two of you come out, when Sam got rid of his clothes, when you dropped your robe, but it was no use the both of you were just too gorgeous for him not to be eliciting the response he had.
His shirt was the next article of clothing to come off then he was crawling over you, kissing every inch of your body, encouraging Sam to get in on the action.
Castiel had nipped at your inner thighs, pulling your panties down your leg and over his shoulder, not a care in the world about where they landed. When Sam tried to remove the bodice of your outfit though, Cas had smacked his hand away.
âNo, leave it on. She looks way too damn good.â Castiel said, smirking then licking his lips, the hunger in his eyes growing before his head dropped in between your legs, where he would devour you and you would return the favour. You would have your way with both of your boys before getting back to work.
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Summary: Youâre an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.
A/N: This is part 13 of the Fame series! Thereâs only one more part left, so I hope you guys enjoy this one! Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!
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As soon as you walked into the studio, you knew that coming was a bad idea. Sam was still in the process of getting his hair and makeup done, which left the interns and the other modelsâ agents free to ask you plenty of questions. You were swamped by an army of people interrogating you the second you stepped inside the cold warehouse. They were shouting questions at you before your eyes had even adjusted from moving out of the sun.
âY/N, when are you getting married?â
âY/N, why are you back in L.A?â
âWhy were you and Sam hiding?â
âAre you really pregnant, Y/N? When is the baby due?â
You were still stammering out incoherent responses when a hand on your shoulder distracted you. Slowly, you stopped talking and looked up to find Sam standing behind you, and a wave of relief crashed over you.
Sam gave you a tight smile before looking back at the people whoâd gathered to question you. âY/N is here as my guest, and as my fiancĂŠ. Please donât bother her any further, or I can promise you that security will be called. Isnât that right, Jody?â
âThatâs right, folks. Move alongâyouâll be hearing plenty about the happy couple within the next few days.â Jody stepped into your line of vision as she spoke, and within moments the crowd that had assembled was beginning to disperse.
You let out the breath youâd been holding and gave her a nervous smile.
âHey, Jody. Thank you,â you said, still feeling somewhat shaky after being bombarded.
Jody smiled kindly and pulled you into a gentle hug. Almost immediately all your anxiety disappeared; it was no wonder that Sam had taken a liking to his new manager right away, and you quickly filed away the thought that sheâd be a great mother before extracting yourself from her embrace.
Once youâd finally collected yourself, you realized that Sam was watching you with an expectant look on his face.
âWhat?â you asked.
âHow was your interview? Iâm assuming that since youâre here, you finished early, right?â Sam asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You nodded and watched as his eyebrows relaxed and relief flooded his features.
âYou were having your art school interview today, Y/N?â Jody asked.
Nodding, you licked your lips and pulled out the folded piece of paper youâd stuffed into the pocket of your jacket. You held it out to Sam and watched as he quickly read through it, his eyes growing wide with surprise.
âYouâre getting sponsored?â
A slow, shy smile grew on your face as you nodded in response. Sam laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground in the process. You couldnât help but laugh at his reaction, and when he finally set you back on your feet, you saw that he was smiling from ear to ear.
âThey really liked the portrait, babe,â you whispered when he leaned down to touch his forehead to yours.
Sam smiled and kissed you hard, pulling away only to murmur, âI knew they would. They wouldâve been crazy not to.â
Your smile didnât fade as Sam pressed his lips to yours one last time before heeding the makeup artistâs call and walking back over to the set. Jody pulled you into another hug and congratulated you, then led you over to a chair that sheâd made sure was set up for you in case you decided to come to the shoot.
âSo, have you and Sam set a date for the wedding yet?â she asked as the photographer began to call out directions for Sam and the other models.
With half your mind still focused on what was going on in the room, you glanced over at Jody and shook your head. âNo, not yet. I mean, Samâs getting back into his career and I just got sponsored⌠We could be busy for a while. We donât really have time to have a wedding, let alone to plan it,â you told her.
Jody nodded. She stayed silent for a moment before reaching over and placing her hand over yours. âYou and Sam have something special,â she said, her voice earnest. âDonât put off marrying him because youâve got lots of things going on. If the two of you love each other as much as I think you do and you donât want to wait, you can always have a small ceremony and then a big reception later on when you have more time.â
You considered her words for a moment before looking back at Sam. He turned in your direction and caught your eyes just as you did, and the smile that lit up his face in response was enough to make your stomach erupt with butterflies.
âYeah, youâre right,â you murmured as you mulled the words over in your head. You lifted your hand and waved at Sam, who waved back in response, his face still stretched wide with a smile. He turned back to the task at hand after a moment, and you looked down at your ring, smiling to yourself.
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âSo⌠You really want to do this? I mean, do you really think weâre ready?â Sam asked, glancing over at you.
You took a deep breath before nodding. Youâd thought a lot about adopting, and after your various conversations with Sam about it, the two of you had finally decided that it was the best choice for the both of you.
âIâm sure, Sam. Weâve talked a lot about this and I think that we can handle it, even if we are both pretty busy. Besides, itâs not like it wonât be housetrained,â you added. âPlus, we can pay one of the neighbors to come take him out if we canât be home at all during the day or if we have to travel and he canât come with.â
âHe?â Sam asked. He raised an eyebrow at you and you smiled in return.
âOr she,â you replied, rolling your eyes as you slipped your hand into Samâs and laced your fingers with his. âI donât know why youâre so set on a girl dog. You already have me, and I donât want to have to fight against another girl for your attention.â
Sam laughed and squeezed your hand. The two of you began to walk and he looked over at you for a brief moment. âYouâll never have to fight for my attention, Y/N,â he said. âYouâve got 110% of it, and thatâs never going to change, no matter how many dogs or kids we end up having.â
You smiled as Sam pulled open the shelter door, allowing you to enter first before he followed you inside. The girl behind the front counter looked up when the two of you walked in, and almost immediately she was smiling wide.
âYouâre here to get your first pet, huh?â
Glancing over at Sam, you asked, âHow did you know? Are we that obvious?â
The girl laughed and nodded as she stood and grabbed a set of keys from a hook on the wall behind her. She gestured for you and Sam to follow her through a door off to the side, then glanced back at you.
âYouâre practically glowing youâre so excited,â she laughed. âIâve seen it a lot since I started working here, and I get excited every time. These dogs all deserve a good home. I can tell the two of you are gonna be good owners.â
âYou can?â Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed. The girl hummed and nodded in response.
As the three of you made your way through the shelter, you slowed your pace so you could take a good look at each of the dogs you passed. There were dogs of all ages, sizes, and breeds, and even though you knew that you and Sam should only get one, you couldnât help but want to take all of them home with you.
âSam,â you whispered. âSam, how are we gonna pick just one of them?â
He squeezed your hand without a word, and when you looked over to see why he was so quiet, you realized that Sam was just as enraptured by the animals as you were.
âHere we are!â the girl cheered. She stopped right in front of you without any further notice, and you had to quickly pull back on Samâs hand so he wouldnât go crashing into her.
You looked up at the sign above the door and asked, âThe playroom?â
Nodding, the girl unlocked the glass door and led you and Sam into the room. âThe floor is lined with turf so itâs safe for all our puppies, and thereâs plenty of room for you guys to play with them and get a feel for their personality, as well as for them to get used to you,â she explained. You nodded, looking around at the various toys and cat trees placed around the room. âSo, is there anyone you want to see first?â
Looking over at Sam, you raised your eyebrows in question.
âThe white one with the brown ears?â he asked. You grinned in response and nodded at the girl, who smiled and left the room to go find the dog you were talking about.
Two hours later, you and Sam were walking out of the shelter, now with your new family member in tow. Or rather, you were in tow of your new family memberâMoose was more than eager to explore the world outside the shelter and heâd been pulling at his leash from the moment it had been clipped onto his collar.
âHeâs gonna be a handful,â you laughed as you tightened your grip on the plastic handle and pushed down the clip so Moose wouldnât have any more slack.
âMore than you were?â Sam teased.
You bumped into him in response, then gave him a toothy grin to show that you werenât offended by his joke. âYou know, one of these days Iâm gonna put you in a shelter,â you told him. âSometimes I think youâre just a little tooâŚâ
âA little too what?â Sam asked.
âA little tooâŚâ You trailed off, trying to think of something you could use to describe Sam. After a second, you finally decided on one and said, âPerfect. Youâre too good to be true sometimes. Thatâs enough to drive anyone crazy!â
Sam smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his side as the two of you made your way across the parking lot to your car. You smiled to yourself and enjoyed the way his warmth managed to reach you even through your jacket.
It wasnât until after youâd gotten Moose safely secured in the car that you noticed the photographers heading towards your SUV. They were already crossing the street when you climbed into the passenger seat.
âThereâs photographers out there, Sam,â you sighed, looking over at him.
Frowning, Sam glanced up at the rear view mirror and let out a sigh of his own. âSo much for a normal afternoon, huh?â You nodded in response, slumping in your seat. âI guess I shouldnât have brushed off that drama from last weekâthat stuff with the television host.â
With your lower lip tucked between your teeth, you nodded just a little and looked back out the window of the car.
Sam reached over and grabbed your hand, then asked, âWhat do you want to do? Do you want to go talk to them or should we risk them following us home?â
You thought for a moment before setting your purse on the floor of the car and gesturing helplessly. âI donât really think we have a choice at this point. I mean, if they follow us home they might upset Moose when we're trying to get him used to the front yard and the house and all thatâŚâ
âSo I guess thereâs not really anything we can do but talk to them and hope they donât get too rowdy,â Sam finished.
Nodding, you leaned over and pecked Samâs cheek. âDo you want me to talk first or do you want to?â you asked.
âI can,â Sam replied. He opened the driverâs side door and climbed out of the car, and almost immediately you saw the flashbulbs from the photographerâs camera begin to go off even more than they already had been.
A whine from the backseat caught your attention and you looked back to see Moose cowering in the crate youâd gotten from the shelter worker.
âOh, baby,â you sighed, frowning when you realized that the commotion outside the car had probably freaked him out. âIâm sorry⌠I know itâs scary⌠Iâm gonnaâ Iâm gonna make the big bad reporters leave us alone.â
Without another word, you climbed out of the car and headed over to Sam, who was speaking with the various reporters and photographers that had formed a semicircle around him. You slid your arm around his waist and he did the same, giving you only a glance before returning to what he had been saying.
ââmarried in the spring. Weâll be having a reception for our extended family and those weâve had the pleasure to work with this upcoming spring. I know itâs a year later from our actual wedding, but thatâs when we expect our lives to calm down some,â Sam finished.
The reporters began to ask more questions, but you didnât let any of them ask anything decisive before you began to speak.
âListen,â you said, âSam and I are just trying to live our lives as normally as possible. We adopted a dog today because we want to have a little family of our own, but raising kids isnât something we want to do when weâre so busy. It wouldnât be fair to them. Now, if youâll excuse us, the camera flashes and the yelling is upsetting Moose, so Iâm going to ask that you leave us alone now that you have pictures and answers to your questions.â
Silence followed and you sucked in a deep breath, hoping that this wasnât the calm before the storm. Much to your relief, however, the photographers began to murmur and disperse, and after a few minutes you and Sam were left standing alone in the parking lot.
Sam let out a long side and pulled you tighter against him, then kissed the top of your head. âThat was amazing, Y/N. Iâve gotta admit, youâre almost as good as Jody when it comes to getting rid of them,â he told you.
Grinning, you slipped out of Samâs grasp and opened the back door of your car to check up on Moose. He was silent. When you peeked inside the crate, you realized that he was fast asleep.
âI think we got lucky,â you said, glancing over your shoulder at Sam with a smile, who was now standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets. âHeâs fast asleep like nothing even happened.â
âI think you just worked your magic on him,â Sam replied.
âMy magic?â
âYeah, I mean, you got me to settle down, you got the reporters to settle down, and now you got Moose to settle down. Youâve gotta be magical if you can do all of that,â Sam said.
You smiled and ducked your head, feeling Samâs praise settle over you you like a warm blanket.
âThat, or you sold your soul,â he added. âYou didnât sell your soul, did you?â
You laughed. âNo, I definitely didnât sell my soul, Sam. Now come on, we should probably get this little guy home so he can explore the place and get comfortable before we need to get to bed. We both have early days tomorrow.â
âAh, thatâs right,â Sam replied as he opened the car door. âIâve got my shoot and you have that meeting with the gallery guy.â
Nodding, you closed the side door, then crossed around the front of the car and got in on your own side. Sam was already buckling by the time youâd gotten in and closed the door once more.
âHave I ever told you that I love you?â you asked, looking over at him as he started the engine and put the car in gear.
Sam turned his head ever so slightly to meet your gaze. âI think itâs been mentioned,â he replied. âWhy?â
âBecause I do. A lot. Iâd do anything for you.â Sam smiled at that. âAnd if I could punch you in the face every day, I would,â you added.
âWhat?â Sam asked, sounding startled. He glanced your way once, then twice, as he pulled onto the road and merged into traffic. âI thought you just said you loved me!â
Laughing, you turned off the radio and pulled your legs up to sit cross-legged on the leather seat. âI do!â you cried. âBut I wouldnât have met you if I hadnât punched you in the face at that convenience store, and if that moment had gone down any differently, we may not be here today.â
Sam was quiet for a moment before he let out a little huff, a smile starting to form on his lips. âI guess youâre right, yeah.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â Sam answered. He paused for a second before continuing, âBut I think that if you get to punch me in the face every day, I should get to do something to you, too. Itâs only fair.â
You smiled and settled back in your seat, watching as the familiar restaurants and stores outside the car passed by. âAnd what would you suggest?â
It took Sam a moment to respond, but he was grinning from ear to ear when he did. âI should get to kiss you every day,â he said.
You rolled your eyes at that, letting your smile widen. âOh yeah?â
âYeah,â Sam replied. âItâs only fair.â
âWell, I guess if itâs only fair, then I guess I have to agree,â you laughed, glancing over at Sam. He was grinning like the cat that got the canary and you couldnât help but laugh once more.
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Sam slipped up and stood beside you just as the string quartet in the corner of the room moved into a new piece. He laced his fingers with yours, causing you to smile, then held out a flute of sparkling cider for you.
âThanks,â you murmured, lifting it to your lips to take a sip.
âThis is incredible, Y/N,â Sam said as way of reply.
You glanced up to find him already watching you. âWhat?â you asked, laughing a little. Sam raised an eyebrow at you, leaving you without an answer, and you pursed your lips. âWhy are you staring at me?â
âIâm proud of you.â
âYouâre staring at me because youâre proud of me? What does thatââ
The feeling of someoneâs hand on your arm stopped you. âMs. Y/N?â
You held back a sigh and plastered a smile on your face before turning around, replying, âItâs Mrs. Winchester now, but how may I help you?â Youâd barely gotten the words out before you recognized the people standing in front of you. âMary? John? Dean? What are you doing here?â you asked, laughing a little as you pulled each of them in for a tight hug.
âWe couldnât miss our daughterâs first gallery showing!â Mary cried. She hugged you the hardest of all, and you felt your doubts about the showâs success all disappear the minute she wrapped her arms around you.
âThank you. Thank you so much for coming, all of you,â you added as you pulled away and looked up at John and Dean. âIt really means a lot. Kansas is really far away and the fact that you came to see my art means more than you know.â
âWell, we couldnât miss a chance to tease you!â
Rolling your eyes, you pulled Dean into a tight hug. He groaned and resisted your embrace for a minute before finally hugging you back, and you couldnât help but smile as you pulled away.
âThatâs what you get,â you told him, not bothering to hide your smile. âYou keep picking on me and thereâs more hugs in your future, Dean Winchester.â
âYeah, yeah,â he replied, waving his hand dismissively. âYou look beautiful, Y/N. If Sammy ever forgets that, you give me a call so I can knock some sense into him.â
Smiling, you wrapped your arm around Samâs waist and tucked yourself against his side. âIâll keep that in mind. Have you guys had a chance to look around yet?â you asked.
Mary shook her head. âNot yet, sweetheart. We wanted to come say hi before you got busy. John suggested we take you two kids out to eat, but maybe it would be better to wait until tomorrow when youâre rested up. I have a feeling that youâll be up late tonight, considering thereâs been so much publicity for your gallery,â she said.
You nodded and smiled, glancing up at Sam before you replied, âWeâd love to go out for dinner with you, Mary. You too, John, and Dean. Itâs been weird not getting to see you all the timeâŚâ
âAbout thatâŚâ Sam drawled, making your look back up at him.
âAbout what?â
âRemember when I went to Kansas last month to do that shoot?â he asked. âAnd Jody said you shouldnât come with because it was such a short trip that we wouldnât have time to visit my parents or do anything but work?â You nodded in response, confused. âWell, I wasnât actually going for a shoot. At least, I wasnât going for a shoot the whole time. We finished all the work in a few hours, all thanks to Jody.â
âThen what were youââ
âWell, I was gonna tell you tonight after the showing, but I donât want to wait any longer.â Sam took a deep breath and smiled. âI put a down payment on that little apartment in Lawrence that you liked so much, Y/N. Itâs all ours; all we have to do is fly out there and finish up the paperwork. This way weâre not in Deanâs extra apartment whenever we want to take a weekend off, and we donât have to warn him ahead of time that weâre coming. We can go whenever we want for however long we want, and I checked with the building owners to make sure that you can paint the walls however you like, which means that you can do murals or whatever you want on them. Itâs perfect for us, babe.â
Unable to stop yourself from smiling, you took a sip of the cider and glanced over at Mary, who was beaming. âOh really?â you asked, pretending as if you werenât thrilled by Samâs surprise. âItâs perfect?â
âYeah. Itâs perfect.â
âIn that case⌠I guess we can spend more time in Kansas. I mean, it would save John and Mary lots of money. They wouldnât have to buy plane tickets to visit their grandchild all the timeâŚâ
Mary gasped. âReally? Youâre pregnant?â
âSurprise!â you laughed, looking back up at Sam. âI know we were going to waitâŚâ
Sam shook his head. âI donât care,â he said, smiling. âThis is even better than waiting.â
âI agree,â you replied. Mary was pulling you back into her arms as soon as the words were out of your mouth, and then you found yourself being passed from Winchester to Winchester. Each of them was equally as excited about your baby as the last.
When youâd finally been returned to Sam, you finished off your cider and set the flute down on a passing waiterâs tray. âAs much as Iâd love to spend the rest of the night with you guys, I have to work,â you sighed.
âWe understand, Y/N,â Mary smiled. âGo show off your work, and weâll call you tomorrow about dinner, okay?â
You nodded and pushed yourself up on your toes ever so slightly, then you pecked Sam on the lips. After giving a quick smile over your shoulder to Mary, John, and Dean, you headed across the room to where the gallery manager to was waving you over.
Your conversation with the manager and his friend lasted almost an hour, but every few minutes youâd found yourself catching Samâs eye from across the room. He was smiling each time you saw him, and the sight always made butterflies flutter to life in your stomach.
Once youâd finally come up with a good reason to excuse yourself, you escaped the conversation and made your way over to Sam, who was standing with some photographers from two of the larger papers in L.A.
âY/N,â one of them began when he saw you, âis it true that you and Sam are expecting?â
Still smiling, you nodded and laced your fingers with Samâs. âWe are, yes. Iâm not very far along, as you can see.â
The photographers smiled and nodded in agreement, and you nodded politely at a woman standing on the outskirts of their small group.
âDo you think youâd like to do more galleries in the future, maybe with some more portraits of Sam?â she asked. âYour last one of him made quite a pretty penny.â
You thought for a moment, then glanced up at Sam. He was smiling politely, and when he realized you were looking at him, he met your eyes. âI think so,â you replied, not looking away from him. âHeâs a great subject, and I donât think Iâll ever be able to find someone else whoâs so willing to sit still for me. The money isnât really whatâs important to us, though. We donated most of the last portraitâs profits to the shelter where we adopted Moose.â
Sam squeezed your hand before he spoke. âSheâs right about the money,â he said, looking back at the photographers. You did the same. âWe donât need money to be happy, but for what itâs worth, I think that Y/N is going to be doing plenty of galleries. Sheâs one of the best artists out there. I might be a little biased, though,â he added, getting laughter from the photographers in response.
You and Sam answered a few more questions before the group of photographers began to disband and wander around the gallery.
âCongratulations once again,â the woman youâd called on said as she passed by.
You gave her a small, grateful smile, then turned your attention back to Sam. He led you over to a bench on the side of the room without a word, knowing that your feet were hurting from the heels youâd been standing in all night. You gave him a grateful smile and nodded politely as you passed a couple complimenting one of your paintings. When you and Sam were finally seated, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your hands still linked together.
After watching the people milling around for a few minutes, you finally asked, âYouâre really sure that Iâll get more galleries, huh?â
âIâm sure.â
âHow sure?â
Sam thought about it, then smiled. â110% sure.â
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okay so how about artist!gabriel asking Insecure!sam to be the subject of a painting and Sam agreeing but telling gabe the entire time that he could find someone better looking to be his model... if you want to of course
dO YOU KNOW MY JAM FOR ARTIST GABRIEL NO OF COURSE YOU DO THIS PROMPT IS A GIFTÂ
Iâm thinking that theyâve been friends for years, and Gabrielâs been an artist the whole time, steadily improving and finding a whole ton of models but? None of them click, not with him and his style and his work and he just /hates drawing/painting them for that reason
So one day he turns to Sam and asks him if Samâll be his model because well? theyâre room mates, heâs seen Sam shirtless before, and if heâs honest heâs always wanted to paint Sam, because in his eyes? Samâs gorgeous.
And Sam says no.Â
And sure, Gabriel is a little hurt because Sam doesnât offer him a reason behind the no, just... no. He assumes itâs because Sam doesnât like his art, but heâs okay with that, he knows he has a certain style thatâs not for everyone
But he canât find another model and his assessment is coming and Sam can see the worry on his face so he concedes, and tells Gabriel he will, but keeps telling him heâd be able to find a better looking model and eventually Gabriel is done and he shows Sam, whoâs stunned by the way heâs made him look, and Gabriel asks if thatâs why Sam wouldnât let him paint him, if he was just self conscious and Sam admits to it, says heâs seen the kind of models Gabriel usually paints and heâs nowhere as good looking and Gabriel just really slowly shakes his head and tells him he is and heâs wanted to be able to paint Sam for so long and if Sam will give him the chance he wants to paint him again, and again, and show Sam how handsome he really is ;w;