Breaking Point

Summary: Rick Flag is uptight and it’s abundantly clear he hates you. But loose lips, a mission gone awry and Rick having to save you leads to unexpected confessions that have consequences the morning after.

Warnings: mainly fluff, language, drink spiking, tiny bit of angst, enemies to lovers, bold/flirty reader.

W/C: 4.5k

Characters: Rick Flag, you (no descriptions of body type or ethnicity)

Pairing: Rick Flag x You.

Bingos: @anyfandomfluffbingo // @rickflagbingo Squares Filled:

Notes: Lyrics from Etta James - Breaking Point (I Just Wanna Make Love To You.) For the young'uns I've linked the ad below 😋.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki - love ya babes // and @lacontroller1991 was kind enough to read through to give some feedback.

Graphics: pic found on google, title card and dividers made by me.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo // Rick Flag

The late afternoon Georgia sun blares down on the black asphalt, causing heat waves on the desolate back road with no sign of any other people as far as the eye can see. Of course that’s where your government issued SUV had broken down. You’d tried to convince Rick to take your flat top, but no he followed the rules, as usual.

But now here you were, smoke billowing out of the exhaust, even after the engine had been shut off and Rick bent over the hood attempting to fix it.

It was like a damn Diet Coke commercial. Sweat made his skin glisten, grease smeared his cheek and every time he swallowed a mouthful of water you’d watch a bead of sweat trickle down his throat into his shirt. The white t-shirt he wore was soaked through, it clung to him in all the right places and the sweat made it practically transparent. You wished he’d just take it off already, but he wouldn’t, because Rick Flag is wound too tight.

@deanwinchesterswitch mentioned the Diet Coke ads in a chat and it reminded me of this fic 🥰🤤

Pleasure In Illusions

Summary: You try and work things out with Dean, but sometimes loving someone just isn’t enough.

Warnings: angst, smut, language, objectification of Sam Winchester’s junk, more angst, break-up, cheating mentioned, not a happy ending.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x reader.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo

Squares Filled: Fluff - coitus interruptus // Angst - Am I Psycho by Tech N9ne (lyrics used)

Notes: sequel to Stay but don’t need to have read it.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // all the mistakes belong to me!

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card by me. @firefly-graphics made the dividers.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo // AF Angst Bingo

Sam Winchester is BIG, in every sense of the word. You had always suspected, and you’d seen him in sweatpants, there was no way to not notice the outline of his impressive size, even when he was soft. But you’d never dared imagine the burn of him stretching you wide open would feel as incredibly criminal as it does. It should be a felony that Sam holds such power to make you feel weightless yet loaded with electrifying tension. You understand now how people become obsessed, this is how it starts. A small taste of all their talents and you’re hooked like a crack fiend; already thinking about your next fix when your current one is still coursing through your veins.

Sam’s not as cocky or forward as his brother but he certainly should be, he’s got the skills to back it up. His fingers work your clit in small circular motions, his palm putting pressure on your public bone and it’s exactly what you need, it’s the exact way you get yourself off and you wonder how he knows that. His thrusts are slow and meticulous, but when he’s close to bottoming out he snaps his hips and it takes your breath away every time.

Such mixed emotions reading this. Like good for the reader standing up for herself and doing what she needs to do. Logically I would be the exact same. Once the trust is gone that would be so hard to get back but it’s Dean so I’m kinda gutted it didn’t work out. You wrote it beautifully though 💕

I’m sorry 😣 I should probably fix it for them 🥹

Thank you for reading 😍🤩

Talk Is Cheap

Summary: Steve longed to go back in time to change what happened, but would changing the past make the future better? Can he convince Jess to accept a different future?

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, break-up, fluff if you squint.

W/C: 4.3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Steve Rogers, OFC. Small Parts/Mentioned: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Jess)

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: “Don’t be crazy. There’s not a day that I don’t think about you.” 

Notes: Sequel to Tell Me I’m A Fool 

A/N: I'm still 100% I like the ending but I love the rest so here it is.

Betas: @treat-winchesterswith-kindness offered feedback thank you // @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pic in title card found on google, title card made in canva. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Chris Evans Characters

Talk Is Cheap

Being alone had never phased Steve. He was comfortable in his own company, not that he was ungrateful for the friendships he had. Still, occasionally he preferred the solitude to reflect and process whatever had been going on. But that was before he lost Jess.

He hated the term ‘lost’. He’d overheard Sam and Bucky talking about him being a shadow of his former self since “he’d lost Jess.” It wasn’t as if he’d misplaced her. He had made a monumental mistake, and hindsight was a bitch that liked to serve her karma in the form of demon-like voices in his head whenever it was too quiet, reminding him of the colossal screw-up he’d accomplished. So, now, solitude affords him nothing but sleepless nights of constantly checking his phone and time to reflect. Since the break-up, he favored company; in any shape or form—bickering Sam and Bucky, over-enthused Peter Parker, or science-focused Bruce. Anyone was preferable to his thoughts. 

That’s how, or rather why, he’d decided to attend the Global Repatriation Council charity ball. The party was overly crowded, or perhaps it was the puffy ball gowns some of the women had chosen to wear that made it appear that way. They were trying to live out a fairy-tale, going to the ball so Prince Charming could sweep them off their feet, but dressing the part wouldn’t make it so.

I'm not going to lie, at the mention of Tony and Nat, I got really teary eyed 😭

I'm SO rooting for Steve and Jess through this. I need a happy ending right now...💯

MCU did them dirty 😢

You deserve all the happy endings babes 🤗

Breaking Point

Summary: Rick Flag is uptight and it’s abundantly clear he hates you. But loose lips, a mission gone awry and Rick having to save you leads to unexpected confessions that have consequences the morning after.

Warnings: mainly fluff, language, drink spiking, tiny bit of angst, enemies to lovers, bold/flirty reader.

W/C: 4.5k

Characters: Rick Flag, you (no descriptions of body type or ethnicity)

Pairing: Rick Flag x You.

Bingos: @anyfandomfluffbingo // @rickflagbingo Squares Filled:

Notes: Lyrics from Etta James - Breaking Point (I Just Wanna Make Love To You.) For the young'uns I've linked the ad below 😋.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki - love ya babes // and @lacontroller1991 was kind enough to read through to give some feedback.

Graphics: pic found on google, title card and dividers made by me.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo // Rick Flag

The late afternoon Georgia sun blares down on the black asphalt, causing heat waves on the desolate back road with no sign of any other people as far as the eye can see. Of course that’s where your government issued SUV had broken down. You’d tried to convince Rick to take your flat top, but no he followed the rules, as usual.

But now here you were, smoke billowing out of the exhaust, even after the engine had been shut off and Rick bent over the hood attempting to fix it.

It was like a damn Diet Coke commercial. Sweat made his skin glisten, grease smeared his cheek and every time he swallowed a mouthful of water you’d watch a bead of sweat trickle down his throat into his shirt. The white t-shirt he wore was soaked through, it clung to him in all the right places and the sweat made it practically transparent. You wished he’d just take it off already, but he wouldn’t, because Rick Flag is wound too tight.

Omg Stacey, I love this 😍😍😍

I haven't read Rick Flag in ages and this hit the spot! Her flirty behaviour was perfect, getting him all riled up ♥️

Thanks Daisy ❤️ glad I could fulfil your Rick needs for a minute 😍🥰

And seeing this had made me miss him 😢

Talk Is Cheap

Summary: Steve longed to go back in time to change what happened, but would changing the past make the future better? Can he convince Jess to accept a different future?

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, break-up, fluff if you squint.

W/C: 4.3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Steve Rogers, OFC. Small Parts/Mentioned: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Jess)

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: “Don’t be crazy. There’s not a day that I don’t think about you.” 

Notes: Sequel to Tell Me I’m A Fool 

A/N: I'm still 100% I like the ending but I love the rest so here it is.

Betas: @treat-winchesterswith-kindness offered feedback thank you // @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pic in title card found on google, title card made in canva. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Chris Evans Characters

Talk Is Cheap

Being alone had never phased Steve. He was comfortable in his own company, not that he was ungrateful for the friendships he had. Still, occasionally he preferred the solitude to reflect and process whatever had been going on. But that was before he lost Jess.

He hated the term ‘lost’. He’d overheard Sam and Bucky talking about him being a shadow of his former self since “he’d lost Jess.” It wasn’t as if he’d misplaced her. He had made a monumental mistake, and hindsight was a bitch that liked to serve her karma in the form of demon-like voices in his head whenever it was too quiet, reminding him of the colossal screw-up he’d accomplished. So, now, solitude affords him nothing but sleepless nights of constantly checking his phone and time to reflect. Since the break-up, he favored company; in any shape or form—bickering Sam and Bucky, over-enthused Peter Parker, or science-focused Bruce. Anyone was preferable to his thoughts. 

That’s how, or rather why, he’d decided to attend the Global Repatriation Council charity ball. The party was overly crowded, or perhaps it was the puffy ball gowns some of the women had chosen to wear that made it appear that way. They were trying to live out a fairy-tale, going to the ball so Prince Charming could sweep them off their feet, but dressing the part wouldn’t make it so.

I guess he forgot that she DID choose him. I'm not sure how she could move forward with him if she's able to forgive him. She chose Steve over the man she was married to for eight years. But Steve wanted to go back to Peggy, who he never had a proper date with.

I would love to see a third installment.

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Thank you for reading and sharing.

What would you like to see in part 3?? 😘

Can We Talk

Summary: This story is about the five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, Bobby’s death mentioned, friends to lovers, slow-ish burn.

W/C: 5.6k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFC (Hayley) Mentioned: Bobby, Jody, Donna, Alex, Claire, The Fitzgeralds.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Hayley)

Notes: Set season 8 onwards.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Drinking Buddies.

A/N: I tried to write this in omniscient third but it didn't work out how I wanted. I changed it to limited third but there's probably still a sprinkling of omniscient third left here too. Also, I have intentionally switched between both character POV's in each scene.

Special Credits: @writethelifeyouwant for helping me work out the ending and @slytherkins whose help is always invaluable and she wrote some sections.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch - I can never thank you enough // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card made by me. Dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // AF Fluff Bingo

“Can we talk?”

That's the way it usually started. The answer was always yes, and what followed usually changed the course of their lives.

Sam and Hayley had become fast friends when they first met in Bobby Singer's kitchen, having more misfortune in common than two eight-year-olds had any business having. Hayley had been dumped at her Uncle Bobby's by her junkie mother, Sam, by his revenge-obsessed dad. Hayley had never met her father. Sam's mother was dead. It had helped both of them to have someone who understood, someone to talk to.

"Can we talk?" Hayley had asked when they were sixteen before asking Sam, who was already dreaming of Law school, to help her file for emancipation. When the judge granted it, Sam believed - for the first time - that he could be something more than his father, and it was freeing in a way he could never have imagined. Hayley's literal/legal freedom carried her away from Sam, but only physically. They stayed in touch, and she occasionally visited him at Stanford when she passed through. They were both looking for their place in the world. For Hayley, that meant being on the move. For Sam, that meant, for once in his life, staying put.

Life always drew them back together eventually, though.

I absolutely loved the way you used the title of the fic through out, letting the reader know something was about to happen.

Perfect blend of angst and fluff and I adored it! 💕

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Thank you babes 💜 I really love this one 💝

Thank you for reading and sharing 🤩

Talk Is Cheap

Summary: Steve longed to go back in time to change what happened, but would changing the past make the future better? Can he convince Jess to accept a different future?

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, break-up, fluff if you squint.

W/C: 4.3k

Rating: M (mature)

Characters: Steve Rogers, OFC. Small Parts/Mentioned: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC (Jess)

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: “Don’t be crazy. There’s not a day that I don’t think about you.” 

Notes: Sequel to Tell Me I’m A Fool 

A/N: I'm still 100% I like the ending but I love the rest so here it is.

Betas: @treat-winchesterswith-kindness offered feedback thank you // @writercole // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pic in title card found on google, title card made in canva. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // Chris Evans Characters

Talk Is Cheap

Being alone had never phased Steve. He was comfortable in his own company, not that he was ungrateful for the friendships he had. Still, occasionally he preferred the solitude to reflect and process whatever had been going on. But that was before he lost Jess.

He hated the term ‘lost’. He’d overheard Sam and Bucky talking about him being a shadow of his former self since “he’d lost Jess.” It wasn’t as if he’d misplaced her. He had made a monumental mistake, and hindsight was a bitch that liked to serve her karma in the form of demon-like voices in his head whenever it was too quiet, reminding him of the colossal screw-up he’d accomplished. So, now, solitude affords him nothing but sleepless nights of constantly checking his phone and time to reflect. Since the break-up, he favored company; in any shape or form—bickering Sam and Bucky, over-enthused Peter Parker, or science-focused Bruce. Anyone was preferable to his thoughts. 

That’s how, or rather why, he’d decided to attend the Global Repatriation Council charity ball. The party was overly crowded, or perhaps it was the puffy ball gowns some of the women had chosen to wear that made it appear that way. They were trying to live out a fairy-tale, going to the ball so Prince Charming could sweep them off their feet, but dressing the part wouldn’t make it so.

Steve is lucky she's giving him a chance...

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😘 I mean could anyone resist him?!?! Really?!?!

Thanks for reading and sharing as always babe 😘

Infatuation & Isolation - Week 1 - Piano

Series Summary: A series of drabbles of Chris meeting his neighbour and the relationship that develops between them.

Summary: Chris meets his neighbour for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, Chris playing the piano.

W/C: 403

Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger Evans, OFC.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sienna.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Girl next door

Notes: I’m based in the UK, so I have used the rules of our lockdowns or amended them slightly to fit the fic. I don’t specify Chris’ profession so make your own assumptions.

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness // @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pictures found on google/Chris Evans Instagram page. The Purple Rain video can be found here. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Series// Main // AF Fluff Bingo

COVID sucked! The world shut down, most people became selfish, buying all the toilet paper off the shelves - why? - but Chris was thankful for the downtime. It was nice just to stop. Slow life down, relax, and reset.

He’d dabbled at playing the piano when he was younger but hadn’t had the time until now to find out if it was something he still enjoyed. He made an impulse purchase of a baby grand piano on the second day of lockdown. It had arrived two days later, and he’d found a new passion, practicing every day. He seemed to have a knack for hearing something once and then being able to play it. Prince’s Purple Rain was his favorite tune to play, though.

A warm summer’s evening meant he could have the patio doors open with the slight breeze blowing over him while he played, and Dodger could lay in a sunspot.

He finished a second play-through of the song and paused for a moment while deciding what to try next.

“Play it again,” a female voice came from just beyond the door.

Infatuation & Isolation - Week 1 - Piano

Series Summary: A series of drabbles of Chris meeting his neighbour and the relationship that develops between them.

Summary: Chris meets his neighbour for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, Chris playing the piano.

W/C: 403

Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger Evans, OFC.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sienna.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Girl next door

Notes: I’m based in the UK, so I have used the rules of our lockdowns or amended them slightly to fit the fic. I don’t specify Chris’ profession so make your own assumptions.

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness // @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pictures found on google/Chris Evans Instagram page. The Purple Rain video can be found here. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Series// Main // AF Fluff Bingo

COVID sucked! The world shut down, most people became selfish, buying all the toilet paper off the shelves - why? - but Chris was thankful for the downtime. It was nice just to stop. Slow life down, relax, and reset.

He’d dabbled at playing the piano when he was younger but hadn’t had the time until now to find out if it was something he still enjoyed. He made an impulse purchase of a baby grand piano on the second day of lockdown. It had arrived two days later, and he’d found a new passion, practicing every day. He seemed to have a knack for hearing something once and then being able to play it. Prince’s Purple Rain was his favorite tune to play, though.

A warm summer’s evening meant he could have the patio doors open with the slight breeze blowing over him while he played, and Dodger could lay in a sunspot.

He finished a second play-through of the song and paused for a moment while deciding what to try next.

“Play it again,” a female voice came from just beyond the door.

God, I can't wait for more!! 😁

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A drabble is coming every day this week 👌🏻thanks as always for the support.

Infatuation & Isolation - Week 1 - Piano

Series Summary: A series of drabbles of Chris meeting his neighbour and the relationship that develops between them.

Summary: Chris meets his neighbour for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, Chris playing the piano.

W/C: 403

Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger Evans, OFC.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sienna.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Girl next door

Notes: I’m based in the UK, so I have used the rules of our lockdowns or amended them slightly to fit the fic. I don’t specify Chris’ profession so make your own assumptions.

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness // @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pictures found on google/Chris Evans Instagram page. The Purple Rain video can be found here. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Series// Main // AF Fluff Bingo

COVID sucked! The world shut down, most people became selfish, buying all the toilet paper off the shelves - why? - but Chris was thankful for the downtime. It was nice just to stop. Slow life down, relax, and reset.

He’d dabbled at playing the piano when he was younger but hadn’t had the time until now to find out if it was something he still enjoyed. He made an impulse purchase of a baby grand piano on the second day of lockdown. It had arrived two days later, and he’d found a new passion, practicing every day. He seemed to have a knack for hearing something once and then being able to play it. Prince’s Purple Rain was his favorite tune to play, though.

A warm summer’s evening meant he could have the patio doors open with the slight breeze blowing over him while he played, and Dodger could lay in a sunspot.

He finished a second play-through of the song and paused for a moment while deciding what to try next.

“Play it again,” a female voice came from just beyond the door.

Pleasure In Illusions

Summary: You try and work things out with Dean, but sometimes loving someone just isn’t enough.

Warnings: angst, smut, language, objectification of Sam Winchester’s junk, more angst, break-up, cheating mentioned, not a happy ending.

W/C: 1.8k

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x reader.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo

Squares Filled: Fluff - coitus interruptus // Angst - Am I Psycho by Tech N9ne (lyrics used)

Notes: sequel to Stay but don’t need to have read it.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // all the mistakes belong to me!

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card by me. @firefly-graphics made the dividers.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo // AF Angst Bingo

Sam Winchester is BIG, in every sense of the word. You had always suspected, and you’d seen him in sweatpants, there was no way to not notice the outline of his impressive size, even when he was soft. But you’d never dared imagine the burn of him stretching you wide open would feel as incredibly criminal as it does. It should be a felony that Sam holds such power to make you feel weightless yet loaded with electrifying tension. You understand now how people become obsessed, this is how it starts. A small taste of all their talents and you’re hooked like a crack fiend; already thinking about your next fix when your current one is still coursing through your veins.

Sam’s not as cocky or forward as his brother but he certainly should be, he’s got the skills to back it up. His fingers work your clit in small circular motions, his palm putting pressure on your public bone and it’s exactly what you need, it’s the exact way you get yourself off and you wonder how he knows that. His thrusts are slow and meticulous, but when he’s close to bottoming out he snaps his hips and it takes your breath away every time.

Time zone reblog…

A few people also wanted to know what happened at the end of Stay so here’s my take on it…

@misz-adrii // @jamielea81 // @jbbarnesgirl // @cosicas-cuquis // @justagirlinafandomworld - sorry if your not interested 🤗

Are you kidding me - OF COURSE I'm interested!!!!!

I'm absolutely CAPTIVATED! This story, this setting and your wonderful writing, I could barely breathe, taking it all in. Speaking of taking it all in - THAT DREAM!!!!🔥 And I love that we didn't know it was a dream! All I can say is OMG SAM. 🥵

The tension, the angst, and your phenomenal characterization of both Dean and Sam. They are living and breathing here. But not just them, the reader too! Fuck, she is just so...cool? Badass? In tune with herself and brave for laying it all out for Dean, being true to herself even as it breaks her heart and his and Sam's.

IT HURTS SO GOOD AND I LOVE IT SO. 😭💔🖤

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Thank you so much for your comment babe, you’ve made my day 🤗

Can We Talk

Summary: This story is about the five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, Bobby’s death mentioned, friends to lovers, slow-ish burn.

W/C: 5.6k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFC (Hayley) Mentioned: Bobby, Jody, Donna, Alex, Claire, The Fitzgeralds.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Hayley)

Notes: Set season 8 onwards.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Drinking Buddies.

A/N: I tried to write this in omniscient third but it didn't work out how I wanted. I changed it to limited third but there's probably still a sprinkling of omniscient third left here too. Also, I have intentionally switched between both character POV's in each scene.

Special Credits: @writethelifeyouwant for helping me work out the ending and @slytherkins whose help is always invaluable and she wrote some sections.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch - I can never thank you enough // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card made by me. Dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // AF Fluff Bingo

“Can we talk?”

That's the way it usually started. The answer was always yes, and what followed usually changed the course of their lives.

Sam and Hayley had become fast friends when they first met in Bobby Singer's kitchen, having more misfortune in common than two eight-year-olds had any business having. Hayley had been dumped at her Uncle Bobby's by her junkie mother, Sam, by his revenge-obsessed dad. Hayley had never met her father. Sam's mother was dead. It had helped both of them to have someone who understood, someone to talk to.

"Can we talk?" Hayley had asked when they were sixteen before asking Sam, who was already dreaming of Law school, to help her file for emancipation. When the judge granted it, Sam believed - for the first time - that he could be something more than his father, and it was freeing in a way he could never have imagined. Hayley's literal/legal freedom carried her away from Sam, but only physically. They stayed in touch, and she occasionally visited him at Stanford when she passed through. They were both looking for their place in the world. For Hayley, that meant being on the move. For Sam, that meant, for once in his life, staying put.

Life always drew them back together eventually, though.

Agggh! I love this!!!

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Thank you 🥰 🤗

Can We Talk

Summary: This story is about the five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, Bobby’s death mentioned, friends to lovers, slow-ish burn.

W/C: 5.6k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFC (Hayley) Mentioned: Bobby, Jody, Donna, Alex, Claire, The Fitzgeralds.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Hayley)

Notes: Set season 8 onwards.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Drinking Buddies.

A/N: I tried to write this in omniscient third but it didn't work out how I wanted. I changed it to limited third but there's probably still a sprinkling of omniscient third left here too. Also, I have intentionally switched between both character POV's in each scene.

Special Credits: @writethelifeyouwant for helping me work out the ending and @slytherkins whose help is always invaluable and she wrote some sections.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch - I can never thank you enough // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card made by me. Dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // AF Fluff Bingo

“Can we talk?”

That's the way it usually started. The answer was always yes, and what followed usually changed the course of their lives.

Sam and Hayley had become fast friends when they first met in Bobby Singer's kitchen, having more misfortune in common than two eight-year-olds had any business having. Hayley had been dumped at her Uncle Bobby's by her junkie mother, Sam, by his revenge-obsessed dad. Hayley had never met her father. Sam's mother was dead. It had helped both of them to have someone who understood, someone to talk to.

"Can we talk?" Hayley had asked when they were sixteen before asking Sam, who was already dreaming of Law school, to help her file for emancipation. When the judge granted it, Sam believed - for the first time - that he could be something more than his father, and it was freeing in a way he could never have imagined. Hayley's literal/legal freedom carried her away from Sam, but only physically. They stayed in touch, and she occasionally visited him at Stanford when she passed through. They were both looking for their place in the world. For Hayley, that meant being on the move. For Sam, that meant, for once in his life, staying put.

Life always drew them back together eventually, though.

Stacey!! This was so beautiful, so sweet!

The way you incorporated the title of your fic throughout the whole story was amazing. I knew that every time the words were used, there was something important happening.

Loved every word of this my sweet

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💜 thank you Zee 💜

Can We Talk

Summary: This story is about the five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, Bobby’s death mentioned, friends to lovers, slow-ish burn.

W/C: 5.6k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFC (Hayley) Mentioned: Bobby, Jody, Donna, Alex, Claire, The Fitzgeralds.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Hayley)

Notes: Set season 8 onwards.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Drinking Buddies.

A/N: I tried to write this in omniscient third but it didn't work out how I wanted. I changed it to limited third but there's probably still a sprinkling of omniscient third left here too. Also, I have intentionally switched between both character POV's in each scene.

Special Credits: @writethelifeyouwant for helping me work out the ending and @slytherkins whose help is always invaluable and she wrote some sections.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch - I can never thank you enough // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card made by me. Dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // AF Fluff Bingo

“Can we talk?”

That's the way it usually started. The answer was always yes, and what followed usually changed the course of their lives.

Sam and Hayley had become fast friends when they first met in Bobby Singer's kitchen, having more misfortune in common than two eight-year-olds had any business having. Hayley had been dumped at her Uncle Bobby's by her junkie mother, Sam, by his revenge-obsessed dad. Hayley had never met her father. Sam's mother was dead. It had helped both of them to have someone who understood, someone to talk to.

"Can we talk?" Hayley had asked when they were sixteen before asking Sam, who was already dreaming of Law school, to help her file for emancipation. When the judge granted it, Sam believed - for the first time - that he could be something more than his father, and it was freeing in a way he could never have imagined. Hayley's literal/legal freedom carried her away from Sam, but only physically. They stayed in touch, and she occasionally visited him at Stanford when she passed through. They were both looking for their place in the world. For Hayley, that meant being on the move. For Sam, that meant, for once in his life, staying put.

Life always drew them back together eventually, though.

My heart absolutely burst at reading this! There's so much adorable fluff in this, I absolutely love it! 🤩🤩

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Can We Talk

Summary: This story is about the five moments that changed the course of Sam and Hayley’s lives that always started with; “Can we talk?”

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst, Bobby’s death mentioned, friends to lovers, slow-ish burn.

W/C: 5.6k

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, OFC (Hayley) Mentioned: Bobby, Jody, Donna, Alex, Claire, The Fitzgeralds.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC (Hayley)

Notes: Set season 8 onwards.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Drinking Buddies.

A/N: I tried to write this in omniscient third but it didn't work out how I wanted. I changed it to limited third but there's probably still a sprinkling of omniscient third left here too. Also, I have intentionally switched between both character POV's in each scene.

Special Credits: @writethelifeyouwant for helping me work out the ending and @slytherkins whose help is always invaluable and she wrote some sections.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch - I can never thank you enough // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: pics found on google. Title card made by me. Dividers @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Sam Winchester // AF Fluff Bingo

“Can we talk?”

That's the way it usually started. The answer was always yes, and what followed usually changed the course of their lives.

Sam and Hayley had become fast friends when they first met in Bobby Singer's kitchen, having more misfortune in common than two eight-year-olds had any business having. Hayley had been dumped at her Uncle Bobby's by her junkie mother, Sam, by his revenge-obsessed dad. Hayley had never met her father. Sam's mother was dead. It had helped both of them to have someone who understood, someone to talk to.

"Can we talk?" Hayley had asked when they were sixteen before asking Sam, who was already dreaming of Law school, to help her file for emancipation. When the judge granted it, Sam believed - for the first time - that he could be something more than his father, and it was freeing in a way he could never have imagined. Hayley's literal/legal freedom carried her away from Sam, but only physically. They stayed in touch, and she occasionally visited him at Stanford when she passed through. They were both looking for their place in the world. For Hayley, that meant being on the move. For Sam, that meant, for once in his life, staying put.

Life always drew them back together eventually, though.