#maybe a different type of sammy

[imnotverybright]

my dad needs to go to bed so i can have Alone In The Kitchen Time

[skxllz]

Jealous Ian and Mickey??

say no more

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“ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲? ”

warnings; mickey being mickey. physical violence (typical shameless shit). ian with rings + getting arrested hehe. blood mention. I think that's it??

date posted; 12.9.23

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usually, ian wasn't the type to get jealous. he had his moments in the past with mick’, with that fucker that had talked shit on ‘im at the bar. and maybe that angie girl... but that was a while ago. maybe even with svetlana, but of course that couldn't be helped. and maybe that one time when they first met you...

okay, maybe ian did get jealous. but that was besides the fact. he's never felt uncontrollable rage before when it's come to anyone other than mickey. the time mickey and svetlana married? he wasn't just heartbroken; he felt the need to actually kill terry and tell svetlana to fuck off in front of everyone, even though technically the circumstances weren't her fault. with you, he's never felt that — not since you started dating him and mickey.

it's funny really, for both of them. it was the moment ian realized he actually was in love with you — same for mickey. only, mick’ didn't realize until after the fact.

it started off with an actual date night between you three. ian told you that him and mickey planned one a while ago but it never sought through because some bitch named sammy got him arrested. you didn't know who the sammy chick was, and ian didn't explain who she was, but you mentally vowed that night to stick it to her. that's why you took them both out a week later, to some fancy restaurant on the west side.

mickey complained about a few things on the way there; the fact that he had to wear a tux, the way it fit him, and that the west side was the last damn place he wanted to be. he claimed it was where the ‘ rich bitches with those stupid nose bandaids ’ live and he wanted no part of that parade. you reassured him though that those noses of theirs would end up bleeding if they gave him the slightest problem.

to say the least, you gave him a boner and a good convincing.

after you arrived at the destination, you had watched while entering the restaurant as the two males gawked at the scenery of the place. it made ian question you just how you were going to afford everything —in which you laughed and just replied with “ don't worry, i’ ”— and mickey mutter under his breath just how much the golden posts by the doorway would go for on ebay. you swatted him on the shoulder since you heard ‘im.

you guys’ little trio was escorted generously to a nice window booth at the back of the restaurant, giving a nice view of the back patio where a fountain and little glowy fairy lights were displayed; giving off a familiar, comfortable feel. and, although you felt as ease, you could mickey still did not by the way he was tugging at different ends of his suit and scooting around in his seat.

“ mick- y’okay? ” ian asked, giving a puzzled questionable expression. the red head had been reading over the drinks menu when he noticed his boyfriend acting out of place.

“ this place gives me the fucking quivers... ” mickey muttered, once again shifting. “ I feel like ‘m bein’ stared at. ”

ian snorted at that. usually mickey didn't let shit get to him - especially people, at that. if there a problem, he'd sort it out himself, so why was he acting off now. “ why's that bothering you? ”

you were now looking at mickey as well, expecting him to answer as you raised your brows curiously. you too wanted to know why he was acting differently.

“ because, ” he sighed in frustration, only then leaning across to table to harshly whisper to Ian, while sparing you a slight glance. “ because I rather not fuckin’ ruin this night for y/n, okay? jesus christ. ”

ian's lips formed an o shape in realization. you were more sensitive than they were, so he could understand why mickey felt that way — didn't want to embarrass you or anything. if that happened, who knows how long of a grudge you'd hold.

mickey sat himself back just as a waiter approached. he was tucking in his finely pressed, button down shirt into his apron, not necessarily paying attention to his surroundings as he dropped a pen from his pocket. y/n realized — and, the good samaritan he was, he scooted out from the booth to crouch down and pick it up.

“ uh- here, ” he stood, pushing his hand out towards the waiter. “ you dropped this. ”

“ oh, ” the waiter extended a hand to take his writing tool back. and, as he did so, lifted his head, “ thank you- y/n? ”

“ blake? ” y/n asked, surprise on his face. “ holy shit. ”

that right there is when the first wave of jealousy struck in the night. the look of realization on both of their faces made Ian and mickey exchange glances — and, although ian felt a twist in his stomach, he wasn't exactly indifferent about the reunion just yet. mickey was, though. he looked sour.

and he was right to. throughout the remainder of the hours there, their waiter, blake, would always give you a smile that was always more than just a smile. he'd stop by more often than meant to, as well. asking for refills when it wasn't necessary, stopping by seconds later thinking he forgot a plate when in reality there was none to take. it pissed your boyfriends off - mickey especially.

the brunette had to withhold standing up and violating the guy where he stands. in mickey's mind, he wishes, wishes, that his stare alone could make this blake motherfucker burst into flames. it'd make his year. probably ian's too, because mick’ knew for a fact that his ginger companion was ready to blow the minute blake stopped by to give you the check.

ian's fingers were death-gripping his fork and his jaw was set. eyes pointed towards the table... and you were oblivious to it - cause you were too busy smiling at him.

“ say- ” blake spoke as he handed off the little black booklet to you, “ since it's been awhile, I was just wondering, would you like to hang out sometime? ”

mickey's head snapped up then. “ the fuck? ” he finally broke for the night. he's had enough. “ no- no, he won't like to fucking hang out sometime, ” mickey mocked, looking absolutely fed up. “ are you fucking nuts? you got some cotton in your damn brain- low iq? ”

the look on blake's face was priceless. his eyes were wide, jaw was dropped open. the hand that had stretched out to take the check back, paused midair. even you were looking at mickey like he was bat shit insane.

which, he probably was. but honestly, what do you expect with dating a milkovich?

“ you need to fucking scram before I pop your head off’a your body like a fucking cork. ” mick’ spat finally - and that was the straw that left the drink empty. you heard enough, scooting closer to mickey to calm him down.

“ mick- ”

“ who the hell are you talking to? ” blake's response made you whip your head around in his direction, eyes as wide as golf balls. was this kid crazy?

mickey looked at ian, who was already looking at him, ready to murder someone, before steering his eyes back onto the blonde male. “ I think I'm fuckin’ talkin’ to you- now y/n, sweetheart, move so I can kill this fucking rat. ”

by now, everyone around was staring. low, hushed voices whispering to one another, other waiters and waitresses watching the scene go down with saucer-bound eyes. a few folks had their phones out, recording, while others were on the phone with police.

“ I'm not moving. ” you sternly spoke, looking mickey in the eye so he knew you meant business. “ you promised you wouldn't make a scene tonight yet here you are, doing exactly that. ”

arms dramatically launched out of gesture to the blonde waiter, “ he was clearly hitting on you! ” mickey emphasized, making sure to get in through your head that you were being blind. you were. “ he wants in your fucking pants! ”

“ he does not want in my pants! ”

“ yes he fucking does! ”

“ stop swearing at me! ”

“ oh fuck off, get a grip! ”

you both were too busy arguing to notice that ian had gotten up from the table and approached blake. it wasn't until you heard gasps around you and a loud “ fuck! ” come from said blonde, followed by a thud, did you and mickey raise your heads.

ian was shaking off his hand with a blank mask of anger while blake lied on the floor, clutching his nose. blood gushed out through the cracks of his fingers, the red liquid flowing down and hitting the dark flooring of the restaurant.

people around looked frightened; staring at ian in horror, as if he was a monster. it was dramatic really.

a few of blake's coworkers rushed to his aid while ian walked back over to you both. his fist was raw and red, and his knuckles were slightly split open, but it wasn't too bad besides that.

“ holy shit... ” mickey breathed out, eyeing blake's bloody face from over your shoulder as he was stood to his feet. he was wobbly, wincing, trying not to shout as someone bumped him. it looked as if ian broke his nose. “ holy shit. ”

“ ian! ” you hissed, “ what the fuck! ”

ian shrugged, “ he got what was coming to him. he shouldn't hit on what isn't his. ”

you blinked lazily. shoulders slumping, breathing coming out in realization. “ but... I'm yours? ”

mickey scoffed and slipped his arm around your shoulders. “ are you insane? of course your ours, y/n. I wouldn't bite someone's fucking dick off for you if you weren't. ”

ian nodded towards mickey, “ what he said. I wouldn't just punch anyone. the dick deserved it. ”

you were silent for a moment, processing the emotions you felt. even though the gossip around you was annoying, you weren't necessarily mad at your boyfriends. moreso, you were just annoyed because the rest of the date was ruined. sure, you had dinner, but you wanted to do much more.

of course though, you couldn't, because the cops ran through the entrance seconds later.

“ he's over there! ” you saw the hostess point towards your red haired companion. ian swore under his breath, only to turn on his heel and book it in the opposite direction.

“ run, i’! ” you scream, looking worried.

“ fucking run like hell, ian! ” mickey looked worried too, surprisingly. I mean, it was his boyfriend, but usually he wouldn't let his emotions get the best of him cause of his pride. but here we are.

the night ended off with ian getting put into cuffs and walked out to the cop car. You and mickey both promised to bail him out somehow, and that you'd explain everything to his siblings.

“ oh- hey, y/n? ” ian called, just as the officer was shoving him into the vehicle.

“ yeah? ” you call back.

“ I love you! ”

your heart damn near skipped a beat. chest fell as you lost breath, a smile of joy spreading across your face. with happiness now in your heart, you lifted your hand, waving him goodbye.

that's when mickey suddenly pulled you by the arm, ripping a gasp from you, and kissed your temple.

“ I love you too, weasel. ”

[scoobydoodean]

Hi im a samgirl and i dont mind if others feel differently about this but if you are interested in a samgirl perspective, the short story to sam's allegorical queerness is that sam grew up feeling fundamentally different from his family. He felt that there was something dirty or unclean about himself which is how a lot of marginalized queer children feel growing up. It's not that queerness itself is monstrous but that society and the patriarchal family unit will cast queerness as the monstrous Other, which is why monstrosity is a pretty common queer allegory.

I keep getting asks about queer Sam and I'm not sure exactly why, other than people maybe assume I have a strong opinion about it. The simple truth is that I just don't find what's said about it compelling so it doesn't interest me. I have no issue with other people exploring it and don't have any desire to ruin anyone's fun. It's just that I don't personally see it when I dig deeper than the surface level of "he felt different" and examine why and exactly what Sam actually wanted and why he felt that way. I will get into that here to an extent I guess because I was asked in another piece of mail what my opinions were, but I don't intend it as an "argument" to start a fight or to dismantle anyone else's perception—just an explanation of my personal lack of interest in this particular type of meta.

First, I don't think "Sam grew up feeling fundamentally different from his family" works for me as a queer meta when the reason Sam felt "fundamentally different" was that—according to his own early framing—he was the normal one trapped in a family of freaks who wanted him to be a freak like them.

Sam says in 1.08 that he felt different from Dean and John, but when we read on to see why, he says it's because he wanted to play soccer instead of being a child soldier.

SAM Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool - because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak. DEAN Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters.

For people too young to get "the blonde chick in The Munsters", Dean is referring to Marilyn Munster, who was the one "normal" person in a family of monsters in a 1960s sitcom.

In childhood flashbacks in 4.13, Sam refuses to fight Dirk at first even though he could easily best him using the skills he learned from their father.

YOUNG DEAN That's right, you don't. You could have torn him apart. So why didn't you? YOUNG SAM Because I don't want to be the freak for once, Dean. I want to be normal.

In both situations, Sam views his family and what they do as freakish and wants to distinguish himself as the one normal one trapped in a family of monsters who is at threat of becoming like them by pure association and family pressure.

YOUNG SAM Yeah, my, aah -- my dad's a mechanic. So I have to be a mechanic, too. MR. WYATT Do you want to go in the family business, Sam? YOUNG SAM No one's ever asked me that before. MR. WYATT Well? YOUNG SAM More than anything, no.

In 5.16 Dark Side of the Moon, one of Sam's greatest childhood memories is getting to sit down for Thanksgiving dinner in a normal, upper middle class household instead of sitting around with "A bucket of extra-crispy and Dad passed out on the couch."

In 1.01, he says he wants to be nothing like his family. He says he is normal unlike them when Dean is telling him they're the same:

DEAN You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are. SAM And who's that? DEAN You're one of us. SAM No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.

Sam sees the upbringing that he has in common with Dean as something almost... humiliating—to the point that he plans to lie to Jess forever about how he was raised and about his family (1.01).

All of this to say... when the queer allegory I'm being sold is that a guy is queer because he wants to go to college, get married, have 2.5 kids, go no contact with his brother (because Dean isn't normal like him?), and lie about his family to his friends because the idea of them knowing he didn't grow up normal is embarrassing... I don't feel like I'm reading a queer allegory. I'd be more likely to think that if anything, I'm reading a comedy from the POV of "the token straight" who initially functions (in the Pilot) as the "normal" character to introduce the "normal" audience to an "abnormal" world in a relatable, palatable way.

That said, when we embrace the fact that the Winchesters are a family of freaks, there is an easy counterpoint here which is that Sam's attitude in the beginning of the series represents being closeted and desperately trying to assimilate with normal society and be perceived as just like everybody else... and his freak family is in the way. In this case, Sam knows deep down that he is like his family (i.e. queer) but desperately wishes he wasn't so that he could fit in. Given that I'm a big believer in Sam being a hunter through and through despite his occasional denials, I find this much more compelling than the argument that Sam feeling othered in his family because he sees himself (at least at first) as the one normal one makes him queer.

*One of you shaking me back and forth*

"But PK—WHAT ABOUT THE DEMON BLOOD?!?!"

Yeah yeah yeah. While it doesn't start out that way, eventually, Sam does reflect on his childhood and see himself as Megamind instead of Marilyn Munster. This is retroactive though (in my opinion. I do not actually believe Sam could "sense" his dormant powers) after finding out that Azazel dropped blood into his mouth when he was a baby. Instead of feeling like the normal one in a family of freaks, Sam starts to feel like the biggest freak in the family, and Dean's "I'm a freak too" suddenly feels like platitudes. Dean—whose calls Sam didn't pick up for years—starts to seem like the normal one—the good one—between them. Dean is the hero character, the righteous man, the sword of heaven... and Sam thinks in his worst moments that he is someone Hero!Dean should be duty bound to kill (2.11). These are all feelings that (again—in my opinion) develop later. I talk about Sam's feelings of otherness and why he actually had those feelings and how I think the demon blood erroneously comes into play as an explanation for his insecurities here.

I think it probably also makes sense to mention here that the idea that Sam was treated as a monster by his family is very very overstated by portions of fandom. I'm not saying Sam never had reason to feel different or othered or unloved or neglected—he absolutely did (as did Dean). I am saying that people like to write about things that never actually happened when they talk about how Sam was treated growing up. Sam felt different from his family because John let Dean start hunting when he was younger than Sam, then he felt different because he wanted to play soccer and go to school while John wanted him to hunt, and because he thought Dean enjoyed being a parentified child and being raised like a soldier and Sam didn't. Retroactively, Sam feels different when he finds out he has powers. These do not develop until he is an adult, and it is never indicated to us that John knew about any of this when Sam was growing up—much less treated him differently growing up because of it. Retroactively, Sam believes Dean sees him as a freak for having visions even though Dean repeatedly treats his visions as no big deal and psychics are an accepted and trusted group within the hunter community (see: Missouri, Pam, Fred). Retroactively, Sam feels different because he was fed blood as a baby. He did not know this until he was an adult, and neither did Dean, as far as we know, neither did John. Sam never believes that Dean would act on John's last whispered command (that again—does not transpire until Sam is an adult) to the point that he repeatedly tries to guilt Dean into promises to follow through and carry out John's will. Retroactively, Sam feels like a freak in season 4 because Sam chooses to drink a completely different demon's blood of his own free will and develop a completely new power set and Dean doesn't think it's a good thing.

TL;DR Sam did not grow up being treated as the monstrous other by his dad and brother. He grew up as an understandably rebellious kid whose dad was a neglectful asshole and a drill sergeant, and he hated being dragged from place to place with no say. He felt different because he stood in contrast to a brother who tried his best to keep the peace because experience taught Dean that refusing to obey would get people killed (1.18), John would send Dean away if Dean gave him lip (14.12), and Dean felt he had to be there to take care of Sam and John (1.06).

More or less, these are the reasons I don't find the queer Sam metas I have stumbled across particularly compelling (along with—imo—Jared's lack of romantic chemistry with other men). At the same time, people seeing Sam as queer or not queer doesn't bother me. I am not trying to "take away" that interpretation from anyone else (as if I even could). I'm just not interested.

[patchodraws]

having so many thoughts about Yaz and her sexuality/coming out to Ben so here are some thoughts

- Yaz says she’s had crushes on boys before, but that is a very short list of maybe like 2-3 boys. she has a fairly high standard for tolerating anyone and is a bit of a loner at school, so there aren’t many boys she’s really had the chance to crush on

- of those that she has crushed on, she’s never really done anything about it. she was always under the impression that crushes were just things people get and you’re supposed to enjoy them, but not really act on them because you’re too preoccupied with other things (namely track) to make anything out of it. obviously, Yaz was the only person to feel this way about crushes

- she has different taste in guys than she does girls, in that she really likes guys who can keep up with her emotionally and athletically. otherwise, there’s always this imbalance boys get weird about if she’s tougher or faster than them, plus she just finds it easier to interact with athletic boys than non-athletes.

- she’s still not sure what her type of girl is other than Sammy, but she knows for sure it isn’t Brooklyn since, while she’s her friend, she could never see herself dating her.

- there are three reasons she was so eager to tell Sammy about how she felt. 1) usually, crushes just got in the way of her busy life, but on dinosaur island and under the impression she probably wouldn’t go back to track after escaping the island, she can finally actually go for it. 2) she’s never had a crush on a girl before and really wants to know what it’s like to be open about it and have a relationship with a girl. it’s a new kind of thrill she really wants to explore, especially because… 3) it’s Sammy. Sammy’s more than just a crush. she’s Yaz’s best friend, and Yaz knows her feelings are a lot stronger than just a little crush, and so she trusts Sammy to keep loving her, even if it’s not the same way Yaz wants her to

anyways, those are my thoughts !! anyone want me to share any other Camp Fam thoughts and headcanons?

[aggro-my-beloved]

Oh, My Darlin' Sam Collins x Reader Imagine

note: this was meant to be posted a lot sooner, but i struggled to be satisfied with the finished product. I've re-written this 3 different times and still am unsure about it so please let me know if you liked it by reblogging or interacting with me!

pairing: samuel collins x gn!reader

summary: post-quinn, tank has been trying to rebuild their social life and relationships with pack members. little do they know, their is one relationship david has been withholding them from kindling. when they make a surprise visit to solstice bar, however, the alpha's hands become tied...and the attractive bartender with the nice accent catches this wolf's attention — part of the pick your poison series!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, midwest emo band things, and protective alpha davey (he and tank are twins!)

wc: 1.8k

estimated reading time: 8.75 mins

“Sorry, I can’t let you in. We’re full.” David’s palm was inches away from Tank’s face. They suffered a momentary flashback of when they were kids and he would do the very same thing at their attempts to go on a rollercoaster they did not exceed the height requirement for, or trying to sneak into the theater for an R-rated film after buying tickets to a Disney feature. 

“Seriously?” They quirked a brow, going as far as to crane their neck and view the barren parking lot. If not for her vehicle tagging alongside David’s, Milo’s, and one she hadn’t recognized upon her arrival, a tumbleweed blowing past would be fitting for the sight. “It’s 8 o'clock on a Tuesday.” 

“Still busy. Asher’s here trying to kiss up to the staff to let him and Christian’s band play. Private meeting.” He scowls. While Tank enjoyed the live demos played before them, they understood it was not David’s favorite type of music. He doesn’t even label it as that. 

“I’m sorry, but wasn’t it you who said I should stop secluding myself from others?” Their slow-building anger urges some prominent veins to adorn their neck. David’s eyes try not to linger on the piercing bite marks credited to Quinn, the sight of them still makes his insides wrinkle with guilt. 

“I’m here to support the pack’s business. Here, maybe…” they pause for a moment to rifle through the knapsack hanging from their shoulder, “this will change your mind.” David rolls his eyes at their license photo staring back at him. Tank was arguably the worst pick for posing in pictures. If their eyes weren’t closed in the shot, the morsel of food jammed between their teeth was the focal point. 

David merely glances at it and deadpans. “It’s fraudulent.” 

Tank replies, “It’s not.” 

“You’re underage.” He tries.

“We’re twins!” They scoff. “The fact that you’re older by a minute says nothing about my naivety, Davey.” The tips of the bouncer's ears scorching something rosy makes Tank hum in delight. 

“I’ll…I’ll eat it.” 

“David, why are you so set on keeping me from your hard work?” Their brows are furrowed, and much like the siblings' stubborn attitudes, remain unmoving.

The truth is, David would love nothing more than to share his second home with Tank. He and Milo built this place from the ground up and cranked it into a full-fledged business with some help from old connections of Gabe. The only thing stopping him from letting Tank in was…

“Sammy I promise you—“

“Call me that again and the deal is off.” The vampire’s rasp shoots out like venom, coating the room in a tense air. 

“Alrighty, Mr. Collins,” Sam is nonetheless impressed with the alternate name—he releases an exhausted sigh to show it. Nevertheless, he allows Asher to plead his case. The younger of the two momentarily struggles to pull out the compact disc, and finally hands it to the bartender when he does.  “Just give it a couple of spins through this week and see what your customers think. It’ll grow on you, I promise.” 

“What in the hell is this drawing?” Sam brings the CD to his eyes to squint at the black squiggles across it. 

“What drawing? That’s our band’s name!” Asher clarifies with a small laugh. For being known to have sharp senses, this drummer could have him fooled. 

“And that would be…?”

“Howl’s Highway.” Asher flashes him a boasting smile. Sam only lets out an unimpressed grunt. 

“Subtle name. Definitely won’t come back to bite you in the ass.” 

“Sheesh, no wonder you and David get along so well.” Asher still has his roommate’s ten-minute-long speech echoing in his mind about how such an epic name was one step closer to a covert breach. 

“What’s your intermission consist of? Shifting mid-set and running out all our returning customers?” 

“Pfft, no..” Asher rolls his eyes, before shifting them down to the notes app on his phone and pressing the backspace button several times. 

“Hey boys, hate to interrupt your top-secret meeting.” An unfamiliar face draws Sam away from the disc, and he’s enamored by their aura immediately. He can sense they’re a shifter, most likely a wolf by the way David looms behind them with crossed arms. 

“Hey, look who finally emerged from their cave!" Asher chuckles and untucks a free barstool beside him. "Pop a seat, let me introduce you to Sammy--ahem, forgive me--Mr. Collins. This is one of our pack members, Tank."

“There’s no need for that. They’re just here for a plate of fries to go. Milo!” David alerts the chef. He hears a distant clatter, followed by a string of swears, and can only assume his colleague is checking his hair in the stainless steel frying pan yet again.

“On it!” 

“I’d also like a drink for my trip over.” Tank raises a finger and seats themselves beside Asher on the open barstool.“Have you closed the deal yet?” 

“I don’t know. Sam, have I?” Two pairs of eyes turn in the vampire's direction, but he only finds himself lost in one. A glance is enough to entice him, and though he’d never admit it, he’d be trying to recreate the exact shade of Tank’s irises in his dreams tomorrow morning. 

“Yeah, why the hell not?” He mutters, never breaking eye contact with the new acquaintance sitting at his bar. “What can I get for you to drink, darling?” They feel an unfamiliar scorch of their cheeks at the pet name but do nothing to object to it. This newfound sweltering in the pit of their stomach is something they’ve only felt once or twice, and they’d be damned to extinguish it. 

David, however, has different plans.

“It’s all good, Sam. I can make it. Go ahead and take your break.” David slinks behind the bar.

“But I just got here half an hour ago…” his southern drawl becomes even more present with the mild fear lacing his words. He becomes suddenly aware of how tense David’s stature is, and the clenched fists at his side. 

“Go take a break or I'll cut you early. Understood?” David snarls, and Sam takes a step back towards the swing door of the kitchen. A few seconds go by before he concedes.

“Yes, sir.” He retreats behind the kitchen door, both confused and frightened by David’s sudden change in attitude. As he’s wandering the kitchen to find any leftover appetizers from the lunch rush earlier in the day, his ears perk up at the hushed voices from outside. 

“What crawled up your ass?” He hears the Tank ask.

“Yeah, what did Sam do?” Asher jumps in.

“Nothing.” David insists. “What do you want?” Sam can practically hear the sneer in David’s voice, complemented by clinking glasses.

“Ooh, ooh, Bud Lite please!” 

“I wasn’t asking you, Ash,” a few seconds later, the noise of air decompressing and a bottle cap being flicked is heard.

“I want the nice bartender back. He seems less… aggravated.” Hot as fuck, is also another attribute Tank associates with him, but decides not to indulge. 

“Well the nice bartender just went on break, so it looks like you’re stuck with me.” 

“That’s okay, I can wait.” Sam snickers at their persistence. Milo turns his head to see what’s so funny. Sam waves him off and clears his throat. Perhaps the fryer is so loud, or the bar is so slow, Milo couldn’t care less to acknowledge the commotion outside of the kitchen. 

The wolf decides to break the silence when he brings the fryer baskets up from their grease bath and allows the fries to cool down. “Whatcha thinking for dinner? We’re fully stocked on everything from the truck this morning.” 

If he answered honestly and told Milo he’d lost his appetite, that he just wants answers as to why David has a sudden vendetta against him communicating with this pack member, that would only result in more questions. Instead, he eyes the shifter piling a styrofoam box with freshly cooked and seasoned fries and halts him short of his walk out the door. 

“Why don’t I send this out, if you make me a batch of those small hamburgers…the ones with the toothpicks in them?” Milo snorts, and genders:

“You mean sliders, Sam?” 

“Yes, those. I’ll be right back.” He spares him a thankful smile, and cracks open the kitchen door to concentrate back on the trio’s conversation. Sam isn’t sure whether he should feel disappointed that the focal point of their chat was back on Asher’s band. 

“Play track four—that’s my favorite!” The drummer suggests to David, who grumbles as he fiddles with the CD player stowed in one of the bar cabinets.

“What’s the name of the song?” Asks Tank.

“The Voices in the Basement Are Getting Loud Again and the Basement is My Brain.” 

“…oh.” 

“A side of fries to go,” Sam reintroduces himself by swiftly taking a seat beside the empowered person at the bar and offering them their still steaming box of food. 

“Oh,” their tone morphs to something of interest as they readjust their body to face Sam with a pleased smile. “Didn’t you hear?” Without breaking eye contact, they undo the tabs of the styrofoam box and flip the top open with ease. “I’m staying to eat now.”

“Ain’t that somethin’,” says Sam, who harbors a pleased grin. David clears his throat, now towering over the two with folded arms and an unimpressed glaze over his eyes. 

“It’s something alright.” 

“David, come help me with the trash!” Milo’s voice beckons the Alpha to stand down from the bar and retreat to the kitchen, much to his dismay. 

“Saved by the bell.” Sam jokes, before offering Tank a tilt of his head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you seem like you can handle yourself in the face of trouble. Is he always this protective of his pack?” Tank’s fingers drum against the countertop as they ponder how to word their answer. 

“He’s just been wary about me hanging around vamps lately because of…some trouble I got into. Let’s put it this way, the other guy had it coming.” Tank tilts their chin up, unintentionally revealing a few of the remaining marks left by Quinn. Sam doesn’t need to study them hard to figure out the vamp was feeding out of spite, not biting for their equal pleasure. 

“I’m sure he did, messin’ with a member of one of Dahlia’s most reputable packs. Care to share this fella’s name so I can add him to my shit list?” He inquires.

“How about we share a drink first?” Tank smiles, before sliding the plate of fries closer to his direction. Eagerly, Sam plucks one from the platter and bites down on it, his fangs sparkling beneath the dim lights of the bar. 

“I know just the one.”

[lotties-ashwagandha]

YELLOWJACKETS & HALLOWEEN (headcanons)

i did headcanons like this last year but i don’t know where they went so im making them again! this is for adult yellowjackets and is sfw. i did not take writing these seriously.

SHAUNA

horror movie queen. halloween is the one night of the year where she can let out her inner freak without getting judged for it and she takes full advantage

she wants to watch slasher movies. she wants to binge watch scream and halloween and also weird supernatural horror and then she wants to have in-depth discussions about what the two of you thought was good and bad and meaningful and not meaningful afterwards

i think halloween for her was very different when callie was little though, she obviously couldn’t spend the night with a six year old having a scream marathon. i can see her really loving the halloween nights when she would take callie around trick or treating and handing out candy, it was something pure and fun to celebrate every year and it was refreshing to her.

now listen to me though. i feel like she would be anti pumpkin spice fight me on it but she would say it tastes like chemicals. she won't be going near it.

LOTTIE

“carving this pumpkin will heal my inner child spiritually” she says the day before halloween and then she cuts her hand, gets pissed, and her night is ruined

but listen. i know this woman pulls out all her orange, black, purple type caftans in the fall. she WILL be color coordinating with the seasons like pinterest’s number one freak

decorating for halloween with her would be such an intricate practice too, you obviously wouldn’t do it on halloween but going and getting some new decor for the house every year and discussing the aesthetics and what theme you want around the wellness center for fall and halloween would be so much fun

dare i say pumpkin spice latte queen? except she can’t handle leaving hippie wellness center so she learns to make everything at home and she builds a starbucks equivalent in your kitchen

in general I think she would try to stay away from horror films or anything like that on halloween, she's especially not watching any supernatural horror because it fucks with her now after all of the things she’s seen that were “supernatural” in the wilderness but she would love more stereotypical cute halloween movies like hocus pocus or even practical magic. you have themed movie dates and drinks and watch them together. 😋

TAISSA

she doesn't hand out candy she hands out dirt and sits in her favorite tree

just kidding i guess

i think she would love halloween though in general, especially celebrating it with her son. when he was really little she definitely had matching costumes or at least costumes that went together with sammy, like how families will dress up as the incredibles with their kids or as the addams family

she would do something with her political campaign when it comes to halloween, too. i don't know what it would be, maybe some weird costume contest online or idfk but she goes halloween crazy and every part of her life is going to be involved in it

she's also the queen of pumpkin carving because she would get so intense about it. no one can bother her during pumpkin carving or they're getting their ass lit up like a jack-o-lantern candle

like shauna, she is on the anti pumpkin spice team.

VAN

van thrives during halloween season. put her in front of the television with some old horror films and you wont hear from her for a month

she loves going to pumpkin patches and corn mazes too. she's probably who got taissa into carving pumpkins. she would love those giant pumpkin patches and farms where you can go apple picking and pet goats and shit. her profile picture on every social media platform is an awkward selfie of her feeding a goat

van is also an apple cider fiend in my opinion, and those funky apple cider and pumpkin donuts

like lottie she is on the pro pumpkin spice team, she loves it.

NATALIE

young natalie would have loved halloween, but i feel like adult timeline natalie would be relatively over it unless she had a partner that really loved halloween. if you can get her back into the vibe she'll be so into it, but she probably wouldn't do much if just living alone

if she's handing out candy she's going to try to scare as many children as possible. it becomes a mission that only the bravest children will leave with candy after trick or treating at her place. she'll jump out at them with masks or have some of those animatronic decorations that scream at people in the yard once the motion censors are triggered.

she has a bomb as fuck fall playlist too but it's not spooky scary skeletons and that shit it's old rock music

she's relatively neutral when it comes to pumpkin spice, not particularly passionate about it either way.

MISTY

if there is any holiday that screams misty quigley, it's halloween

oh she has so much fun

she will find a way to get a costume custom made for caligula each year and then she'll post pictures of him in all of the bird-related reddit communities she's in.

she hyperfixates on the history of halloween and will info dump to you about it

also loves scaring children but loves scaring adults even more

might try to break into your house at night as a halloween prank because she doesn't know how far is too far

pro pumpkin spice.

[koiiiji]

short post about sammy seo’s tattoos, because… because… because i can and i have same style tattoos! (couple materials??😋🎀)

so this type of tattoos is Thai mantras called Sak Yant and as i read from different sources originally thai monks done it for protection against weapons, same as chinese warriors draw it on their clothes, also for protection. so main meaning of this tattoos is protection

Sak Yant is a pattern consisting of mantras using the letters of the Khmer alphabet. patterns are folded into geometric shapes that have different meanings. basically, the meaning of Sak Yant is some kind of material goals, for example, it is protection from enemies, blows with weapons and attracting good luck, wealth.

from what i also learned before doing the tattoo is the fact that Sak Yant wasn’t allowed to do on women, because as i said it mostly used for protection from weapons and in case with thai monks women are not allowed to step into monks temple and they are not allowed to touch women. and here comes next fact - it strictly should be done by monk for a reason - monk with a high level of moral purity is able to transmit magical power through Yant. or as i read in others source that because of monk’s high level of enlightenment they can see what exact Yant you need - which means you don’t know what exact patterns and mantras will be done.

in order for the mantras to work, its owner must adhere to the five Buddhist limiting principles ;

truthfulness (do not lie)

nonviolence (do not kill)

non-appropriation (do not steal)

do not commit adultery

do not take alcohol and drugs

(and almost in every fact sammy is failed lol(im cooked too🥲))

oh and obviously this type of tattoos are done with traditional ancient tools for tattoos, again in Thai tamales.

of course now it became piece of tattoo industry fashion, because me personally took reference from Angelina Jolly’s back Bengal tiger for first tattoo and second one directly from Hindu mythology - Vasuki the Snake.

i don’t think Sammy actually went to Thai temple (BUT WHO KNOWS) but it’s still really interesting to me how he actually did Sak Yant tattoos - by traditional ancient tools or modern techniques🤔🤔

soooo yeah, this is the post, let me know if you want my tattoos tour (pls ask me, i want to show off a little🥲🥲)

also sorry if there are some mistakes, i learned that information before doing tattoos about 3 years ago so maybe there are more/different info now

[iwoulddothingstothisman]

Figuring out

"Sam, Sam."

"Psst, Sam"

"What Dean?"

"I think I love him."

"That's great he loves you too, go back to sleep."

"I don't think I can."

"Then for fuck sake, shut up," Sam grunted and turned over on his shitty motel bed to face away from Dean's bed.

"Then shut up," Dean mocked under his breath, "bitch." He flopped back down onto the pillow only to stare up at the celling he had just enough light from the freeway to see.

Not four hours later the sound of wings fluttering reefed both boys from their sleep. Dean jolted up knife already in hand only to see Cas, his Cas maybe even, standing at the foot off his bed looking for all the world like a lost child.

"Cas, not that it's not good to see you, but why are you here, it's like five in the morning," Dean grunted while rubbing his eyes with the hand not holding his knife.

"I wanted to see you, though waking you was not intentional." His head was tilted a little to the side, an adorable pout on his lips. Thank god for the dark room or Cas would've seen the blush creeping up his neck.

"Well I'm up now, what d'ya want for breakfast, Sam?" Dean asked while swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"Whatever they have, salad-wise," Sam said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

"Naturally." Dean put his knife onto the bedside table so it was within Sam's reach if need be then trundled his way into the bathroom after grabbing the same jeans he wore yesterday and his only clean shirt.

He came back out, did up his boots and grabbed the keys for Baby.

"C'mon Cas, we'll let Sammy get his beauty rest," He said while walking past the Angel who followed a half step behind Dean

The drive to the diner was thankfully uneventful, no vampires trying to slash their tyres and no women in white trying to seduce them.

The diner was even more dull. The standard traffic of office monkeys that hate their life but can't bring themselves to end it and early morning joggers who think they're different for getting oat milk and tweeting about it on their aggressively nature themed blog that calls to the end for all farming. The only stand-outish part of it all was the cashier. A woman in her maybe late 20's by Dean's guess with bright blue hair, a pro-Palestine hat that said 'from the river to the sea' with the Palestinian flag under it and a full cyber-sigilism tattoo sleeve.

Dean had been so busy studying her appearance that he hadn't even noticed the line had moved enough that it was their turn to order.

"So what will you and your boyfriend be having today?" She asked with a tinge of an Aussie accent and Dean faltered.

"We- uh- he's- we're ah not together." He stumbled to get his words out.

"Sorry mate, what can I get ya?" She asked again, this time her accent came through thicker.

"I'll just get a bacon and egg muffin with a coffee, black, two sugars please and, do you guys do a Caesar salad?"

"We do, yeah."

"The largest one of those I can get, to go please." He passed her the money and pocketed his change before walking over to the table furthest from the door.

"It is odd that she thought we were together," Cas stated. Dean almost choked.

"Yeah, yeah it is." dean replied praying to a god he knew didn't care that Cas would drop it, of course, God doesn't care so Cas did no such thing.

"I wonder what it is about us that made her think that, I've been told that I 'look the type' whatever that means, maybe that was it."

"Yeah, yeah I guess you do." Dean paused for a second but kept talking before Cas could open his mouth. "Cas can I talk to you for a second?" He asked.

"You already are." Cas said, tilting his.

"Not the point, the bible doesn't say anything about being gay is a sin, right?" Dean asked.

"Not the original one, no. Why?"

"Because I think I love you." He rushed out.

"Yes, I love you too, I believe." Cas said, making Dean chuckle and shake his head.

"No Cas, I'm IN love with you."

"Oh well in that case then I too, am in love with you, perhaps not in the exact same way that a human might be, but rest assured I have loved you since I pulled you from perdition." Cas admitted with a soft smile.

Dean's tunnel vision on Cas was broken when the same cashier set their food on the table between then with just enough force to almost startle Dean out of his seat.

"Have a good one," she said before speed walking away back to the counter where a chef was relentlessly ringing the bell.

"Come, we'll continue this in the car." Cas said while getting up and grabbing the bag.

Cas was waiting next to the passenger door when Dean finally pried himself from his seat in the diner. He swiftly unlocked Baby and jumped in to start the car. Cas wasn't half a second behind him and had the door closed before Baby had started.

"Did you mean in when you said you've loved me since you pulled me from hell."

"Of course, why else would I say it?"

"Then why, why, didn't you say anything?" Dean exclaimed.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Good grief Cas." Was all Dean said before grabbing Cas by the lapels of his coat and kissing him. He pulled back a second later only to be pulled straight back in by Cas' hand in his hair.

The food was cool by the time they got back to the motel and Sam had packed all of his stuff and some of Dean's

"Good to see you two are still alive, I was about to send out a search party." He said with a knowing smirk.

"Shut up, bitch."

"Whatever, jerk."

Sure they still had a lot to work out, especially when it came to Dean's issues but they took the first step and that's what really matter.

With that thought Dean ate his cold muffin with a small smile on his face.

This is my first time posting something original (on this blog) and I'm super nervous. Please let me know if you find any egregious mistakes and I hope you liked it.

[rainysofsunshineao3]

8 DAYS Y'ALLL

Alright, I'll admit it, I was a bit um...i don't even know the right word. Thrown off I guess by Yaz' new design. But guys, seeing the animation from the actual show,

She's the exact same lol. Her mannerism is on POINT from JWCC. Our girl has just grown up. I do wonder if there was a reason she looks so different than how she did on Nublar, maybe it's a trauma-related thing and she didn't want to look at herself and be reminded of the horrors she went through or maybe it's because the animators really wanted to emphasise she's out of track (Which I am absolutely CONVINCED she is now).

But I also wanted to mention something @e-750 pointed out in a reblog. Like, yeah, Ben states our girlies are still together, but some things are definitely off and I think it could be one of a few things. Or maybe just all of them cause Yaz loves to be dramatic with this shit.

I'm sure Yaz going to college threw a wrench in something between her and Sammy, mainly because Sammy seems the type to settle down at 19 at her ranch and just, never leave. She's happy with the home life and Yaz, who's been an athlete her whole life and just in general likes to move who's obsessed with being "Perfect" because that's what everyone expects / he's expected of her maybe doesn't want that or feel satisfied, hence her going to college. Although the college thing might also just be her interest in psychology and helping others who've gone through dino-trauma like her.

Like, I can just imagine Yaz leaving and not wanting to come back until everything she thinks is wrong with her is "fixed" so she doesn't have to burden Sammy with it anymore.

Another thing is even back in JWCC, Yaz was worried about distance, and even if her going to college wasn't intentionally distancing herself from Sammy, maybe she starts seeing it as a way to be like "Oh, maybe I can slowly cut myself off from her so she doesn't have to deal with me anymore" and "She deserves so much better than me" type of shit that girl deals with.

Either way, Istg if those two don't have I together and are all happy by the end of the series I'm going to lose my ever-loving shit.

Give the girls happiness and a nice settled ranch life baking pies ISTG.

[jaidens]

don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby, look at that idiotic fool that you made me

reader and dean maybe something angsty? i just keep thinking about dean and illicit affairs. reader is in love with him, but he doesn’t know and jokingly calls her baby and kid

illicit affairs — taylor swift

pairing [s] : dean winchester x younger!reader

SUMMARY : in which, dean winchester, only sees you as the younger hunting friend.

warning [s] : mentions of : crying, angst w/o comfort, & unrequited love. cursing x1

a/n [s] : ty for the request!!

Dean Winchester flips open the back of the 1967 Impala, rightfully known as ‘Baby’, and pulls out the supplies needed to hunt the werewolves that were terrorizing the small town. “Take this to Sammy, kid.” Dean instructs, piling the items in your arms and waving you off. You sulk as you drag your feet to take it to Sam as he researches more information on his laptop.

The Winchesters and your family had been hunting since the beginning of time. You and Sam grew up together, and you admired his elder brother. Whether that was watching him play basketball in a baggy sleeveless t-shirt and his muscles exposing in highschool. You were four years younger as well. When he was in senior year, you were just beginning your freshman year.

Shamefully, you loved him. Sam was like your brother and best friend, but Dean was different. He cared for you differently. He was more strict, but inherently you hadn't been angry about him. You couldn't tell him about your feelings; they were shoved deep down in your stomach and head. It was important in your field of work that mental health wasn't the orientation, physical health was much more dominant.

“Hey baby! C’mere.” Dean calls out to you. You turn around and walk over to him. “I want you to stay back at the motel. Get some trashy food and sleep. It's dangerous.” You frown and open your mouth to protest his directions, but he's turned away and back to make sure Baby has everything she needs for the ride down. You grumble and walk away, kicking a piece of gravel away from your shoe.

Another thing about Dean Winchester that laid heavy on you was his appreciation of nicknames. How he called Sam, Sammy. Or his beloved Impala, Baby. You were primarily known as “kid” or, his favorite, “baby”. They made you smile when you heard them, on the contrary the idea of it not having a romantic aspect that wasn't shown, hurt. You loved Dean and his antics, however they sometimes made you wanna scream in his face about how you weren't a kid, nor a baby.

Begrudgingly, you walk into the small motel room, and jump onto his couch that has more stains than a tablecloth. You turn on the TV and let it play some random movie after doom scrolling the channel list. Whenever Sam and Dean went on hunts, an unwanted feeling of worry lay in your stomach. You want to chase after them, and protect them in any way you can. They were the only family you had; after your parents had disappeared one day after going for a hunt in a foreign country.

After three hours, you began to worry even more. Usually, if the hunt was easy, it took less than two hours. You pick up your phone and type the numbers of Dean’s number in. It rings throughout the forty-five seconds, before the voicemail box begins.

‘This is the voicemail of Josey Wales. Say your message at the beep.’

You laugh at the sound of Dean’s voice, his Clint Eastwood false name, and the sound of mumbling after he hadn't recognized the box had finished. You stand up and grab your gun and knife that were sitting on the oak table. Shoving them into your bag and waistband, you walk outside to your car. It was smaller, and not as sexy as Baby, but it had worked for the time being.

You remembered the address Dean and Sam were discussing in the car, and pressed it into the GPS and started following the route. You were anticipating what would be there when you'd open the door. You park the car in the secluded area, shutting it off, taking a deep breath and grabbing your items.

The forest didn't exactly look the safest. Every branch that cracked made you flip your head around your look. The house’s chimney was puffing out smoke, and gave you a Northern Star to follow. The impala sits in the driveway, telling you that they were still fighting the creature that lurked inside of the cabin.

You walk around back and find the door, and push it open. Walking inside, you scan the area and see glass broken and other splatters of random objects that were tossed. “Kid! What the hell are you doing?” Dean’s voice fills the room and you turn to stare back at him. You gulp and he stomps his feet up to you. “Why are you here?”

“Because it's been three hours! I was terrified.” You jump to your defense, pointing at him with your finger. Dean furrows his eyebrows and lets out an annoyed sigh. He shakes his head and clasps his hands on his waist. Sam appears in the doorway, and goes to ask you the same question that you've already been accused of.

“Kid—” Dean begins and you snap.

“Stop! Stop fucking calling me kid! I’m 27 years old! For your information, I'm here because I was so scared of leaving you both alone. YOU! Of leaving you alone! Because I love you and I would die if you did!”

“You’re a great friend for showing up, Y/N.” Dean Winchester mumbles before giving you a small frown. You're attempting to catch your breath, chest rising rapidly. Then, he goes silent and walks outside. You hear his engine turnover and Sam stares at you. Your eyes are crowding with tears, pooling in embarrassment and shame. That's when you desperately wanted to hear that nickname. Even the softest whisper of it, you would be happy.

Maybe that's the thing about illicit affairs— they never stay.

[anonymousbardd]

🌸 | Sakura Blossoms

Samuel Seo x FemReader

┆➽───────────❥

"It's that time of the year again, huh?" Samuel sighed as he kept on recieving countless of messages from his lover, (F/n).

She's been constantly reminding him the lasy few weeks about the sakura trees blooming once again.

It's been her dream to experience it.

"Either you answer your phone or I break ot for you," Gun said, getting irritated by the notifications.

"Alright! I'll answer it, jeez."

Once Samuel opened his phone, he was greeted by hundreds of hundreds of reminders from (F/n), all telling him to pick-up different things for a picnic.

All while sending him fun stuff they could do underneath the cherry blossom trees.

Samuel sighed at his partner's dedication for this.

It warms his heart to see her so excited and happy to this type of thing.

"If you may excuse me, I'll have to go and run some errands."

Samuel then left the building and went to his car to head to the mall, he went grocery shopping and went to pick out a few gifts for (F/n).

Once he got home, he was greeted by a happy lover who's wearing one of his hoodies.

"Sammy! Welcome back!" She greeted, her arms wrapped around Samuel's neck and her face nuzzled into his chest.

Samuel let out an amused chuckle and held his lover in his arms, "How was your day, princess?" Samuel asked, "My day's alright, I went out for a walk with Dexter and Diesel!"

Dexter and Diesel, a Husky and a Doberman, both bought by Samuel as a gift for (F/n) they were her dream dogs.

They were rescued pups from bad owners and ever since they were little, (F/n) had been taking care of the two pups.

"Where are they right now?" Samuel asked, "They're eating their dinner out the balcony."

(F/n) smiled and pecked Samuel and the cheek, she kept on kissing him over and over again while giggling, "What was that for?"

"Nothing, I just missed you!"

Samuel smirked and kissed (F/n)'s lips, he kept on kissing with passion and lust, he didn't want to stop, he couldn't.

(F/n)'s scent, touch, skin, lips, her everything drove him crazy.

He couldn't get enough of her.

Samuel isn't typically a lover boy, he isn't too interested in women, but women found him captivating, charming, handsome, he didn't care what women thought of him, they were all toys to him.

But that changed when he first met (F/n), an intelligent girl who was willing to sacrifice herself in order to achieve a goal, a goal that's not even hers.

Maybe that's why Samuel fell for her, the way she cared and put others before herself.

The first night (F/n) laid eyes on a bruised and bloodied Samuel, was the night he finally admitted to himself.

Her touch was so gentle and delicate, afraid to hurt the young man.

People like Gun saw Samuel as a beast, a killing machine, a bomb that's bound to explode at any moment.

(F/n) on the other hand, saw Samuel as a mistreated animal, an animal who was casted away, therefore it had to do everything it can to survive.

(F/n) saw Samuel as human, someone who grew up to fend for himself in order to keep living in the cruel and unfair world.

"Sammy~," (F/n) spoke, Samuel blinked a couple of times and shook his head, "You spaced out again."

Samuel chuckled and looked away, "Yeah... There's been a lof of things going on," he said.

(F/n) huffed and placed her hands on her hips, "Is it because of the workers? If they're making things tough for you, tell me!" She said.

Samuel smiled and patted her head, "It's fine princess, I'll be alright."

(F/n) hummed and puffed her cheeks, "Fine! But if I catch them mistreating you, I won't hesitate to end them."

Samuel let out an amuse laugh and kissed (F/n)'s forehead, "It's alright princess, you don't have to do anything."

(F/n) smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, "Let's eat dinner, I'm hungry."

"Sammy! Quick, come on!!" (F/n) tugged her boyfriend's arm, eager to head to a good spot in the park.

Samuel sighed and went along with his hyper lover, eventually, they found a quiet place far away from the crowd.

Samuel gently laid down a picnic blanket and (F/n) took out some sandwiches and neatly placed them on cute paper plates.

After nearly organising everything, (F/n)'s eyes wondered on the trees and how beautiful it all looked, her eyes shone as she watched mesmerized by the beauty of nature.

Samuel took a snap of this and made his new wallpaper.

The two lovers talked about the past, the present, and the future together.

They both ate their sandwiches and held each other in their arms, "(F/n)..." Samuel stuttered, his lips felt dry at that moment.

The young woman pulled away from him and turned to face him, "Yeah? What's up Sammy?" She asked, her smile sent butterflies in Samuel's stomach.

"I know it took a while for me to admit my feelings when we first met... But in the end, I was able to confess to you how I truly felt, regrettably it's because of a life and death situation..."

(F/n) tilted her head, her heart raced as she had a thought to where this was going.

"Right now... I want to tell you how I feel, without waiting, or making things long."

Samuel pulled out a box with a gold trim, his face was tinted with red, and the atmosphere felt tense.

Samuel opened the box to show the beautiful custom made ring.

┆➽─────────────❥

The young girl's eyes teared up as Samuel looked at her, "Miss (F/n) (L/n)... You've treated me like I'm the most powerful and respected king, you make me feel things that I don't understand."

He paused and smiled, "Will you make me the happiest man ever, and be my queen?"

(F/n) covered her mouth and sniffled, "Yes! Yes I will!" She nodded.

She then threw herself in Samuel's arms, her arms snaked around his neck, Samuel laughed and held (F/n) by the waist.

He then held her right hand and slipped in the ring, it was the perfect size, "Oh, Samuel..." (F/n) sobbed, she cried tears of joy as she smothered Samuel with kisses.

"I... I-I love you... (F/n)."

I Love You My Bbg Sam

[rems-writing]

Seduction gone wrong

》 Pairing: siren!Seonghwa x hunter afab!reader (platonic)

》 AU: supernatural AU

》 Wordcount: 3k words

》 Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

I'm also tagging @doom-fics since they're a huge SPN fan :3

“First, we had to deal with that one siren that Bobby had to kill for us and now this?! Sammy, I don’t know.”

“Dean, I don’t like it either, but we have to. Besides, the Choi family has done so much for us when we had that one case. This is the least we could do.”

“Who are the Chois if I may ask?”

Sam and Dean turned to Castiel and Jack, who tilted their heads in confusion at the same time when Cas asked that question. 

“The Choi family helped us out with a wendigo case one time when they were in town. They had everything they needed to track them down. All they needed was a bit more muscle. The eldest and youngest were kind of weak at that time.”

“Oh yeah. Wasn’t the middle child drooling over you one time? Cas, let me tell you. Her brothers didn’t like that at all. They thought Sam was showing off.”

“I wasn’t!”

Dean chuckled softly while Sam shoved him lightly with a somewhat annoyed scowl on his face. It didn’t help that there was a faint blush on the tall man’s face as Dean said that. Jack saw this and a small grin appeared on his face. Cas had a small grin on his face as well. 

“It seems you two are well acquainted with these Chois. And from the sound of it, you guys are sure yet unsure at the same time. Tell me. What’s so different about this siren from the one that Bobby helped you kill? Assuming you guys are tracking down a siren.”

“We are. And unlike the last one, this one is different. This type of siren is basically the blueprint of all the sirens we’ve already faced. It’ll be harder to kill. We don’t know anything about this siren so we’re going in blind.”

“It shouldn’t matter though.”

The three of them turned their heads towards the nephilim in confusion.

“Like Dean said, kill first, ask questions later. Maybe it’s a good thing we’re going in blind. That way, we can pinpoint this siren’s weakness and use it to our advantage. Will we get hurt? Yeah we will. Will it be worth it? Yes.”

The Winchesters were deep in thought as they let Jack’s words sink in. Despite the lingering doubt in their minds, they knew in their hearts that they owed the Chois. Sighing wearily, Dean fiddled with the keys of their iconic black 1967 Chevy Impala. 

“Ok. It’s settled. We’re going to help the Chois.” 

Sam nodded and immediately went off to load their supplies inside Baby. Jack followed behind Sam while Cas stayed behind to talk with Dean some more. 

“If I may ask, what exactly do they need help with?” 

“The youngest Choi. His name is Jongho. And he’s been missing for some time.”

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“Hey, guys.”

San greeted the Winchesters and allowed them inside. Cas & Jack were stunned with the way San looked. They’ve been told he was weak. However, with the way he carried most of their weapons inside his home with ease, it seemed they were deceived. It wasn’t their fault however. The Winchesters themselves didn’t know how much San had bulked up since the last time they met. That’s when Jack made his bold statement. 

“You’re huge, sir.”

Sam looked mortified, Dean & Cas gaped at the nephilim, and San chuckled softly. A faint blush was on his cheeks as he nodded his head in acknowledgement of Jack’s compliment. 

“Thank you, Jack. And I hear you’re powerful.”

Jack beamed brightly and nodded rapidly. San matched his bright expression as he gestured for the hunters and seraph to take a seat. As they sat down, they heard footsteps descend the stairs. They all turned around and their jaws dropped. 

“Y/N…”

“Hi, guys!”

You greeted them cheerily and hugged them all, except for Jack. You shook his hand and then hugged him. After that, you ran over to San and hugged him. San threw an arm around you and kissed the side of your head. Dean’s eyes were wide, Cas had his head tilted, Jack was intrigued by the family dynamic, and Sam.

Poor Sam.

The youngest Winchester was trying so hard to keep it together. You’d certainly grown from that teenage girl he first met to an amazing young woman. Your hair was longer, your figure was fuller, and your sunshine personality stayed the same. Dean elbowed him slightly in order to get him to stop staring at you. After all, the last thing he needed was an earful from her brothers. 

“Thanks for helping us out.”

“Of course. We figured we owed you one after that wendigo case a long time ago.”

Once the pleasantries and small talk were over, the six of you got down to it. You and San had the area mapped out and pointed to areas that the siren had holed himself up in. You also explained to Cas & Jack how Jongho was taken. Sam heard the slight crack in your voice and looked at San, who nodded stiffly as his way of letting him know that he could comfort you. Sam stood beside you and spoke softly. 

“Hey. We’ll get him back. Jongho’s a tough kid. He hasn’t fallen victim to this siren’s tactics yet so we still have time.”

“I know, but still…”

“Kid, don’t worry. We got this.”

You looked up at Dean after reassuring you in that gruff voice of his. You grinned slightly and nodded in acknowledgement to his words. After San laid out a plan for tomorrow, you all ate dinner and retired in your respective rooms. Sam took over San’s room, Dean & Cas shared the guest room, San took over Jongho’s room, and you shared your room with Jack since you wanted to know the nephilim more. 

“So what’s the tea on Dean and Castiel?”

“Oh you have no idea, Y/N.”

You giggled as Jack recounted all the times that their tension was thick. 

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“Alright. We’ll split up. Dean goes with Cas, I’ll go with Jack, and Sam goes with Y/N.”

Everyone nodded firmly as San spoke authoritavily and listened to the plan one more time before splitting up into their respective pairs. Dean & Cas went deeper into the forest, San & Jack searched near the lagoon, and you & Sam went inside the cave. As the two of you entered the cave and pointed your flashlight and gun in whatever suspicious direction, you decided to make some small talk. 

“So Jack told me about the tension between your brother and the angel in the trench coat. I just wanted confirmation from you.”

Sam chuckled smoothly as you asked about Dean & Cas.

“Yeah… they acknowledged that certain feelings for each other are present. Now it’s just a matter of acting upon those feelings. As of right now, I’m helping him come up with date ideas.”

“Ok but that’s cute though.”

Your giggle made Sam’s heart melt. He wanted to hear that giggle more so in between your conversation, he cracked some bad jokes here and there. Some of them earned a smack to his shoulder, but most of the time, you simply giggled. 

‘So cute.’

Sam thought in the back of his mind. After a few more minutes of searching the cave, your flashlight flickered. You cursed under your breath and Sam noticed this. He tried to pull out the spare flashlight in his rucksack as fast as he could, but to no avail. As soon as your flashlight went out, a slimy hand covered his mouth and dragged him away. You were too busy beating up your flashlight to notice that he was taken away. After a couple more smacks, it flickered back to life. You smiled in victory momentarily before shining it all around you. That’s when you noticed the opened rucksack beside you. The smile vanished and panic set in. 

“SAM?!

You yelled out for him in worry as you carried the rucksack with you and searched for him. 

“SAMMY, DON’T PLAY WITH ME! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

You heard faint whispers echoing throughout the cave and a chill went down your spine. Despite that, you pushed forward. Shuffling sounds were heard behind you and you pointed behind you, only to find nothing. You huffed quietly and searched around some more. 

“Over here.”

Your ears perked up at Sam’s quiet voice from a certain direction. Your gut was telling you to not go in that direction, but against your better judgement, you walked towards the sound of the voice. You laughed awkwardly. 

“I told you not to play with me!”

You teased him and Sam laughed lightly.

“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help it.”

You froze in your tracks, all teasing manners thrown out the window. 

Sam never called you any type of pet name, let alone ‘babe’ at that. However, you decided to play along. 

“No worries!”

As you got closer, your flashlight shone upon the familiar backside clad in a flannel and huge brown jacket. You then saw the back of his head. His chestnut brown hair was still swept back, but did it appear longer? Or was that your imagination? Either way, you shrugged and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and smirked. 

“Hey there~”

Your heart was racing rapidly at the way Sam’s voice was lighter and a bit more seductive. 

“Uh… hi.”

Sam cooed at the sight of your unsure nature and stepped forward before reaching out to caress your cheek. His touch felt familiar yet it was still slightly foreign. He never willingly touched you. He always had to have approval from you first before doing anything else. He bent down to your height and observed you even further. You held your breath and kept your guard up even though you wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch. 

“Have I ever told you how utterly gorgeous you are?” 

You’ve never heard Sam say that before. If you did, it would be awkward. Because that’s how Sam was. He slowly backed you up until you hit the cavern wall. He bent down some more and inhaled your scent, which made you freeze. Your flashlight was dropped from your hand and you tried hard to reach for the gun you stupidly tucked away when you saw him. He retracted his head and leaned in closer to you, feeling his breath on your lips. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long, darling. You grew up beautifully. Now? I can claim you as mine.”

You weren’t paying attention since you were focused on his eyes. 

Sam’s eyes were brown. 

This Sam’s eyes were silver. 

You momentarily looked behind you to see Jongho creep up behind ‘Sam’ with a dagger in his hands. As much as you wanted to feel relief upon seeing your baby brother, you had to focus on the task at hand. You snaked a hand onto his shoulder and signalled with two fingers to have the dagger given to you. Jongho saw this and nodded before delicately placing the weapon into your waiting palm. Once your fingers curled around the hilt in a tight grip, you smiled sensually at ‘Sam’ before driving the dagger into his shoulder blade. 

“FUCK!”

You pushed him away and Jongho held him down with his impressive strength while the real Sam appeared out of hiding and aggressively pulled out the dagger from fake Sam’s back before angling the blade towards his neck. 

“Who are you?!”

A loud cackle echoed through the vast cave as fake Sam slowly morphed back into his true form. His hair turned from brown to black, his face morphed back into something of androgynous beauty, and his body shrank back into the lean form the siren started out with. The flannel, thick jacket, jeans, and combat boots changed into a ruffled white shirt, slim black pants, heeled black boots, and a black corset that hugged his tiny waist deliciously. An evil smirk was on his face as he broke out of Jongho’s hold and pinned Sam down to the ground. Sam struggled underneath the siren’s grip while the siren straddled the taller man and looked down at him seductively.

“My oh my. Such a handsome man you are, Winchester. I can see why Y/N likes you.”

Sam shivered as the siren bent down to lick a stripe up from the base of his neck to behind his ear with his long tongue. An obnoxious moan left the siren’s lips as he ground his hips into Sam’s lap slightly yet aggressively whilst his head was thrown. His fingers dragged down Sam’s chest and he bent down once more. 

“Don’t you want me?” He asked him seductively, his silver eyes shining brightly with malintent. 

“HANDS OFF MY MAN, SEONGHWA!”

Sam’s eyes widened as you sprinted towards Seonghwa and tackled him with all your might. Jongho helped him up and checked for vital injuries, to which there were none. The youngest Choi and the youngest Winchester had to run over towards you to pull you away from Seonghwa. The siren was holding his defined cheek since you scratched it with the dagger. 

“This isn’t over, Choi Y/N.”

Seonghwa smashed a crumbling wall next to him, giving him time to slither away whilst the three of you moved out of the way to avoid getting hit by falling rocks. Sam covered you while Jongho kept an eye out for anything suspicious. Once the debris stopped falling and the dust settled, you ran over to Jongho and cried out of relief in his arms. Jongho hugged you back tightly and kissed the top of your head. 

“Thanks for saving me.”

Sam nodded meekly, still trying to shake off the icky feeling Seonghwa left on him. You looked up at Sam and walked over towards him before grasping his hand in yours. 

“Hey. It’s over. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” 

“Yeah yeah. Sure.”

Jongho felt bad for Sam since Seonghwa was basically the alpha siren and he honestly had no idea that Seonghwa would do that. You tried your best to calm Sam down as the three of you walked out of the cave. The remaining four approached you guys and Dean looked distraught as he walked over to Sam’s trembling form. Cas looked over at Jongho to check for any injuries he needed to heal while Jack looked over at you and San. The two of you had a silent conversation, which confused Jack. 

What the hell was happening?

Soon, all seven of you made it back into the Choi household, where the atmosphere was awkward yet comforting. Dean and Cas were asking you, Sam, and Jongho questions about what happened while San grabbed a jacket and walked out of the house briskly. Jack was debating on whether or not he should follow him, but after mulling it over, he decided to just focus on his family. After recalling today’s events, everyone went to sleep. It had been a long day. Dean & Cas took up the guest room, Jongho got his room back, Sam shared your room (much to both of your delight) and Jack took up San’s room since San wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Team Free Will 2.0 were confused as to why the eldest Choi was out so late while you and Jongho knew of the simmering anger that was threatening to tip over inside of San’s subconscious yet decided to let him handle it on his own so Jongho could sleep right away while you were busy comforting Sam. 

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“You went too far, Hwa.”

The alpha siren giggled mischieviously while San was seething with anger. The two men were in a hidden alcove located alongside the western part of the lagoon. Seonghwa sighed and glided over to San before wrapping his arms around the man’s broad shoulders. 

“At least Sam and Y/N are now closer than before.”

“Yeah but you seducing the youngest Winchester wasn’t part of the plan.”

“While I’ll admit that it’s my fault for doing that, you have to admit. It worked.”

San sighed and uncrossed his arms as he looked down at his lover with disappointment. Seonghwa noticed and the playful demeanour washed away. He carefully held San’s face in his hands. His silver eyes faded into a normal brown and they went big with sadness. 

“I didn’t hurt Sam or Y/N, right?”

“No, you didn’t.” 

“If I honestly went too far, just tell me. I’m so sorry, darling.”

San sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while Seonghwa panicked. His hands were shaking, which was uncharacteristic of him. He was the alpha siren for fucks sake! He shouldn’t feel any shame! And yet here he was… 

“I’m sorry, San. I’m so sorry.”

San heard Seonghwa apologize hoarsely and reached out to grab him by the waist with one arm. The other reached out to grip the collar of his ruffled shirt. 

“Don’t apologize, Hwa. It wasn’t your fault. Your siren nature instinctively told you to do that.”

“But you hate it! I can smell the jealousy on you, y’know?!”

“So what if I’m jealous? It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does! I love you, San! I care about you! Can’t you see that I’m willing to change for you?!” 

San’s anger diminished when the first tear fell from Seonghwa’s starry eyes. He reached out to wipe it away. Seonghwa leaned into his touch and sniffled. 

“Don’t cry, my love. Please…”

Seonghwa hiccuped and looked away from him. San didn’t like that. He grabbed his chin and kissed the siren on the lips desperately and passionately. Seonghwa immediately kissed him back and dragged him over to the bedrock that was in the alcove. San hovered over him, his hands finding his waist before staring him down. 

“You’re mine, Seonghwa. No other man or woman can make you feel this good. Always remember that the next time you want to seduce someone out of the blue.”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy…”

[pagannatural]

2.04 Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things

-“Yeah right—stuck with those people making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks”

Clingy Dean is my favorite. He’s going through a hard time and he only wants to be around his Emotional Support Sammy

-At the hotel, Sam does that thing he does where he tells Dean he can see through him and he knows that he’s feeling some type of way about their dad’s death. This is a common romance trope. He knows Dean so so well.

-Every single episode now Sam has pushed Dean to talk to him. I wonder if he suspects that there is more to it than grief for Dean.

-It’s so interesting how their different ways of caring for each other come out—in s1 Dean was always worried about Sam because he’d just lost Jessica. He was patient with Sam and didn’t push him, but it was clear he was noting how much he ate and slept, and he did things like letting Sam sleep while he researched or offering food or letting him drive or putting on music he likes to doze to. Sam needs that respectful caregiving. Sam, however, is relentless when he sees that Dean is suffering and won’t let Dean ignore it. Dean needs that so that he can’t lie or turn away.

-Dean finally looks at Sam head-on after evading him the whole conversation, and Sam kind of draws back. Not fearfully, more like when the person you’re walking with suddenly stops so you do too.

-Sam says “you wanna take another swing? Go ahead, if it’ll make you feel better.” He sounds a little bratty, almost condescending. Like, You wanna do it again since you loved it so much? Since you felt so good after? (Dean didn’t.)

Underneath that, though…there’s softness, like Sam really would let Dean hit him again. He needs Dean to give him something. That punch in the face just didn’t last and he’s desperate.

Dean leaves and I think he’s feeling pretty exposed right now. He’s a liar and his lies don’t work on Sam.

-Sam is a kicked puppy when Dean leaves him. He looks much more devastated here than he did after Dean punched him and walked away. At least when he punched him he didn’t ask to be alone after.

Sam is so worried about Dean. His expression is pleading.

-When Dean comes back, Sam is watching something called “casa erotica 4.” He’s watching it with what looks like scholarly interest, or like he’s trying to figure out the plot from the first three movies he missed. Did he think maybe erotica would make him feel less sad about Dean? Evidently it’s pay per view so Sam had to have actually sought this out. He hasn’t done more than kiss anyone since Jessica died, so maybe this is meant to remind the viewer that he’s horny. So to recount, this episode he’s horny and he’s pleading desperately with Dean for something. I’m just contextualizing.

-Sam says “where the hell were you?” which is something an angry girlfriend would say.

-Dean is very indignant that Sam thought he was wrong about the case. Dean was right, and tells Sam he does actually know how to do his job. Sam used to openly look up to him so of course this is important to him, that Sam still thinks he’s capable.

-Their fights are just SO good. Sam is yelling at Dean that he’s scary and erratic and if this hadn’t been a case “you would’ve just found something else to kill” which gets Dean’s attention. Last episode he basically told Sam that he needs him to keep him from his violent impulses, from just being a killer. Dean walks away again until Sam says “Please—Dean—it’s killing you. Please.” I wonder if Sam says “please” to Dean like this only when he really, really needs him to listen because he knows that it works. Dean finally stops and looks at him, almost reproachfully. His kryptonite.

The fact that Dean feeling unhappy is such an issue for Sam that he’s fighting and begging and asking to be punched makes me want to hurl myself into the sun. He REALLY needs Dean to be okay. If Dean ever tried to pull away from him when they were kids, or ever seemed like he was refusing to talk about something bothering him, Sam must have lost his damn mind. And that’s exactly how Dean would’ve coped with feelings for Sam.

-Sam says they’ve already lost their parents. He says “I’ve lost Jessica. And now I’m gonna lose you too?”

If someone said to you “I’ve already lost my girlfriend. And now I’m going to lose you too?” It would probably feel like you were in a similar role to their girlfriend.

It’s also wild that Sam is comparing their parents’ and his girlfriend’s horrific and violent deaths with Dean just simply not talking about his pain. Like, Jessica burned to a crisp on my ceiling and now this? Emotional distance when I’m sad?

-The way Sam nods when Dean says “I’m being an ass and I’m sorry” is very baby brother. It’s similar to the way he nods when Dean asks him if he’s hungry when he comes back from the dead, just more cross.

-Dean tells him “I hear you” but right now they have a zombie to catch, and he starts walking, leaving Sam crestfallen.

-Dean thinks that Angela’s description of Neal being a shoulder to cry on and understanding what she’s going through sounds like Neal is in “unrequited ducky love” with her and your honor that’s exactly how Sam is treating Dean in this very episode, if only Dean would accept his shoulder.

-Dean says the following while making uninterrupted eye contact with Sam:

Okay!

-Sam tells Dean his plan was “pretty sharp” so now Dean can stop worrying that Sam doesn’t think he’s good at hunting

-Episode theme is “what’s dead should stay dead.”

Dean eventually pulls over and gets out of the car to tell Sam they both know John traded his life for Dean’s. Dean thinks he should be dead and that Sam thinks so too.

This conversation is heartbreaking because Dean asks what Sam could possibly say to make it alright, and when Sam struggles with something but doesn’t speak, Dean seems to take this as him agreeing.

Sam clearly doesn’t agree that Dean should be dead or blaming himself. Sam looks frustrated and worried and upset that Dean could even think that. For one thing Sam just sees things differently and probably hasn’t bothered questioning John’s death very much, and for another Sam chose Dean over John so many times that we can safely assume he’s at peace with this exchange. But he couldn’t possibly say anything right now to make Dean understand, so he just listens.

-Dean’s guilt over John dying for him weighs heavily, and keeping things from Sam is slowly ripping him apart. It will be important in later episodes that Dean struggles so much to keep anything from Sam.

-The way Sam looks at Dean here. He loves him so much. He looks resolute, and I wonder if he’s thinking that he’s going to show Dean he wants him and doesn’t blame him.

[dearinglovebot]

If the Grady family ever met the Nublar Six Five, how would they interact? Who would really vibe with each other, who wouldn’t?.

maisie being the closest to their age means I think she’d get along with them the best. she has a pretty similar personality to brooklyn and yaz so they’d either mesh very well or clash over it. I lean towards get along pretty well. sammy would be a little overwhelming at first but sammy is also the most insistent that she break out of her shell with the group. very much giving “hey she’s just like you were yaz!”. darius and her would have a very chill dynamic where they understand each other and could probably problem solve their way out of any situation. ben? they’re chill. but kenji is who is gonna have to grow on her the most. early seasons kenji is going to drive her crazy but later season kenji might grow on her. she’s going to find him annoying and he’s going to see her as quiet and broody. they’re going to be have to trapped in an escape room together before they become real friends.

the hidden adventure episode probably had the right idea in saying that yeah JWCC darius would love a dude who worked directly with velociraptors. maybe not JWCT darius who is being hunted for sport, but JWCC darius would be begging for velociraptor infodumps. what were their interactions with each other like? did they have biome preferences? what types of calls could they make with each other? he wouldn’t be asking owen about his day he’d be going straight to “did they have different sounding voices?? how many words did they know?? what types of enrichment were they given??”

owen overall is going to be a much easier sell to the kids than claire. yasmina is going to make fun of him the moment he says “alpha”, brings up motorcycles, or does the hand thing. the only way he is winning her over is if he shows his #vulnerable side over the dinosaurs or his family. basically she isn’t going to like him until she’s given a reason to believe he isn’t some weird emotionally repressed redneck. and speaking of rednecks, owen is semi-canonically from the south so that’s winning points with sammy. they probably share stories about cow tipping and everyone else goes “what the fuck does that mean”.

he’d get on with ben and brooklyn fine but kenji has a habit of annoying most people so im inclined to believe he’ll be considered a “little shit” type kid. pre-fk owen and early seasons kenji would require intensive care to get along 1v1 but after that then they have potential. now that owen has experienced #Fatherhood he’ll be more inclined to make an effort to reach out to troubled teen kenji™. it will have the same vibes as a school guidance councilor and class clown where the kid says the councilor is soooo lame but still asks for a hug at graduation.

like I said above, claire is going to be the hardest sell for all of them. she is Miss Jurassic World in the flesh. they’re not going to trust her at all. but she feels really bad about the whole incident so she’s going to do her best to pay off any therapy bills or travel expenses for the families.

kenji is the only she feels the most guilt towards because she actually knows him from his dad. on the island, he annoyed her (he was objectively very annoying) but now that she’s reformed she just feels bad because he was probably just acting out because his family dgaf. kenji initially doesn’t trust her even more because she ran in the same circles as his dad. but he also recognizes how much she’s changed since then and it makes him kind of upset because his dad wouldn’t do half the things she did for maisie. they have a very complex dynamic where claire feels indebted to him for everything that’s happened (with both the island and his neglectful dad) and he has to work through a lot of daddy issues whenever they interact. they get each other in a nuanced way but it’ll keep the relationship strained for a long time.

sammy is the most willing to give her a chance because she wants to believe that someone like claire can change. and claire is going to try her hardest with that chance to prove she wants to mend things however she can. for a while, sammy is going to be the only one really holding conversation with her but the others are kind of using that to gage if they want to take a chance on her too.

darius will be the next person to take that leap of faith cause she does seem like she’s putting in an effort. she’s a full blown activist and mother now after all. claire appreciates them both immensely and has probably cried at least once over winning them over. they have a lot of similar moral stances post-fk so there’d be a very easy dynamic. she values everything about her park a lot more and he’s happy to talk with her about it. she’s got a collection of anecdotes about the dinosaurs and their handlers and he appreciates what she shares.

yas may always be a little weary of her but her knack for terrorism is going to appeal to ben the arsonist and brooklyn the true crime detective. she’s got so many leads about lockwood manor for brooklyn to chase down. she may not totally love claire but she does respect her. as for ben, i think if anyone was going to commit burglary it would be them. she would refuse to “encourage” his behavior (because she wants to at least pretend she’s a responsible adult) but if it happens then it happens okay! they’re as bad as each other and shouldn’t be left alone

weeew that was a lot. loved getting this ask

[coffeedepressionsoup]

Somebody Does Love | MYG - They Meet Again

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage. This is the one where fate plays games and Sammy plays Cupid. Part 3 of Somebody Does Love.

Series Masterlist

Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 2.2k

Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of

Ratings - 13+

Taglist: @majiiisstuff @starlighttaek8 @yoongrace @proudnoona

A/N - I have been in some of the worst times folks. Slipped back into depression. Lost people. Learnt lessons. Still very much in love with our honey boy though. The day I wrote this was one of the very bad days and I am typing this note through my hazy glasses because of these bloody tears. Excuse the typos, and grammar errors. Do not have the energy to proofread. Please be kind. Do like, comment and reblog. Thank you! Here goes nothing.

What was he thinking? Just how drunk was he? Why is he considering going? It’s just a jacket. He has dozens of those. Yoongi nervously bounced his legs as the rest of his body sat very still on the dressing room chair. Two different brushes - no one brush and a sponge - were being lightly tapped against his face now and a pair of hands were insistently tugging at his half-wet hair trying to style it. This was the last look for a magazine cover shoot. Even as he stared straight into the mirror, he thought back to a small cat and their rescuer. 

The next hour and forty minutes passed agonisingly slow. As soon as the director announced wrap, Yoongi was up and halfway out of the satin shirt he was in. By the time he reached the dressing room, he discarded it completely. Soojin, his manager, rushed in after him and asked as he shut the door, “You are really going?”

Yoongi placed the rings and earrings he had taken off on Soojin’s extended hands and nodded as he put his own t-shirt on.

“It is too public, Yoongi-ah…” the older gentleman tried to reason one last time as he saw the other scrub his face hastily off with a few makeup removal wipes.

“How will they know?” the rapper turned around, now having completed his outfit with a cap, a sunglass and a mask.

“They know you by the shape of your head and the size of your shoulder. You really want to risk it?”

“I am not risking anything. You are driving me there,” Yoongi said with a smirk evident in his tone. 

Soojin was left looking at the open door of the dressing room that now had the stylist and a couple of other members of the crew walk in. He handed over the jewellery he was holding from earlier, bid goodbye and jogged off to his car. 

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You were sat at the cafe sipping on your second latte of the evening. Tapping on your screen to check the time, you let out a yawn. 6:53. Well, maybe you could excuse an hour’s delay. Weekend traffic. Maybe he overslept? As much as you were grateful to Yong-ho, you were also hoping to see his face today. There are not many things you know about him. He has a deep, soothing voice. He smells nice. He is rich enough to casually wear designer jackets. He is kind, helpful and polite. Thoughtful. He is also quite patient. And his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. Solemn but with a shine that could make someone comfortable. 

Comfortable. Why did a stranger you met for half an hour register as comfortable to you? Your phone chimed. A message from Sammy. - Done yet? “Still waiting” - Wtf

- I don’t think he will show up then - I told you it’s a perfect fit for me

- Let me keep it

You chuckled at the series of messages.

“I will wait till 7:30”

- Then meet me directly at Hajoon’s place

- I will put out food for Ash

“Thanks, man. See ya soon” You closed the chat and smiled down at your wallpaper. Ash fast asleep on Woolfie’s back. The kitten and the dog had gotten along exceptionally well. After Woolfie peed on the kitchen floor when baby Ash hissed at him from Sammy’s lap on the first night, there had been no major issues. Ash had tried once to drink from the dog’s bowl the next day and had fallen into it. You fetched her out and dried her up with a hand towel, and the rest of it, Woolfie had licked clean. That night was the first time they napped together.

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Yoongi sat on the floor near the sofa where Yijeong and Hoseok were playing FC24. Hoseok was leading by 3 goals. Yijeong almost threw his controller at him in frustration, as the rest of the small group around them chuckled and watched the game progress. 

Yoongi also stared at the screen but his mind wandered far away from the game and his friends. His hands absent-mindedly tugged at the inseam of his jeans. 

As Soojin pulled up in front of the cafe earlier that evening, he could feel the sweat drip down his spine inside the air-conditioned car. He stared for a few seconds at the road in front of the car before turning his head towards the cafe you had agreed to meet at. As if it was an attempt to allow himself to catch a breath and just appear cool, just in his own head. A failed attempt at that. 

Even though he turned to look at the cafe from his car seat, he had not expected you to sit right at the window from where he was parked not even 4 whole metres away. Thankfully you were facing sideways, staring at something inside the cafe that Yoongi could not see. If only you were to turn towards the window to your left, your line of vision would directly collide with the tinted window of Yoongi’s car. 

Soojin coughed lightly from beside him. Yoongi only blinked a couple of times before he shut his slightly agape mouth and swallowed the breath that he didn’t know was stuck at his throat. He saw your face move down towards the table, presumably where your phone was. Phone. Why didn’t he exchange numbers back then? He knows why. Well, he could have given Soojin’s number at least. They could arrange for a more discreet pickup. 

Fuck the pickup. Yoongi had half forgotten that this meeting was about picking up the jacket he had lent you to wrap the rescued kitten in. Sure, that was the reason he gave Soojin that morning when he said he had to make a stop after the shoot. But for the whole weekend, his head had been clouded with your face. And your cooing voice at the kitten. And your bright smile as you introduced yourself. And the smell of your perfume and/or your shampoo that encircled you.

Looking forward to Sunday evening, he felt a tightness in his chest and stomach that could have been mistaken for trapped gas. But he knew this feeling all too well. It was anticipation. He has felt it for years ahead of each show or some big live interviews. He would also feel it once for someone he used to date. But that is what is odd. 

Sunday evening was not a date. Hell, he even felt creeped out by the fact that his feelings mirrored something akin to what he would feel like in anticipation of dates. Of course, it wasn’t even his intention to turn a simple transaction meeting into a date. But he had also not expected the sleepless nights that followed meeting you. And the half-written lyrics of a song on his phone. Nor did he expect the feeling of missing somebody he had exchanged less than 20 lines of dialogue with. 

When you had asked how to return his jacket, he almost wanted to say that you didn’t need to. Luckily, even within the first second, his mind deemed it too off-handed of a statement to make and he saw the cafe logo in his peripheral vision. Before he started overthinking and/or asked to exchange numbers, he pointed at the cafe and said, “How about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?”

And there he was. Outside the cafe. On Sunday evening. Almost having a panic attack in the safe confines of his car.

He could walk out of the car and into the cafe. He could walk up to you and say hello. He could make small talk for a couple of minutes. He could take back his jacket and thank you politely. He could then walk back out. 

He could. But he didn’t want to.

He did not want to make small talk with you. He wanted to know how you were doing. How your days have been. If you have spent the three nights just as sleeplessly. He also wanted to know how the kitten was doing. How the two of you were getting along. If you had any other pets. If yes, how many. If all of them were getting along. If the pets had another parent. He wanted to ask you so many things and he wanted to hear you say so much.

The cafe was not at its busiest. Even from where Yoongi was, he could see a few empty tables. He drew in a deep breath and placed his fingers lightly on the door, preparing to open it. 

It was at that very moment that you turned to your left, looking out of the cafe through the window you were sitting next to. You glanced down momentarily at what presumably again was your phone and looked back out the window. 6:18. You looked at people milling around the street outside the cafe. 

But to Yoongi, you were looking right at where he was. The concept of his tinted glass windows disappeared from his comprehension as he (seemingly) held your gaze and fluttered one of his hands over Soojin’s arm, urging him to drive off. Alert as ever, the elder man started driving promptly. Yoongi “held” your gaze for as long as he could till he bumped his head against the car window, closing his eyes, inhaling and exhaling in quick succession trying to even his breathing.

He slowly slumped back down against the passenger seat of the car and unclenched the hand that he did not realise until now was clamping down on one of his knees. He stared ahead at the Sunday evening Seoul traffic, shivering a little from feeling some of his sweat dry up. Soojin turned to him at the next red light and said, “Don’t worry, Joon will understand.”

Nothing more was said in the whole car ride up to his friend’s place. Soojin dropped him off and went back to drop the car off at Yoongi’s building before heading to his own place. Yoongi had planned to drive back home with Hobi. They lived in the same building after all. 

Joon will understand. Joon will understand?Joon will not even know that the jacket he gifted his hyung last year was missing unless Yoongi told him so.

He wasn’t thinking about Joon. Nor was he thinking about the jacket. Of course, he wasn’t.

He was thinking about your slightly impatient gaze. A loose bun sitting lightly at the nape of your neck. Your hands that you briefly rested your face on. Your face. You. He was thinking about you. Like he had for more than the past two days. 

He was thinking about where you were now. What you were doing. What you were thinking. What you decided to do with the jacket. If you threw it at a random trash or kept it with you. If you were cursing him. If you were complaining about him to a friend. 

He felt a cramp in his stomach that is usually indicative of nervous diarrhoea. He felt like a dick. For having stood you up, yes. But he was also disappointed at having chickened out. Maybe if he had not waited in his car at all, it would have gone over smoothly. Maybe if you hadn’t looked out at him (his general direction) he would not have freaked out. He tried to tell himself that it was too crowded. He was too tired. And not a coward because of his stupid, random, huge ass crush on Y/N Y/LN. Someone he only met for half an hour. And spent almost all of it watching her bond with a stray kitten by her side.

He looked up as he felt a slight kick on his back. He realised he was staring at a static screen and that his friends had all gathered over the pizzas that had now arrived. He had not noticed when even though he was the closest to the door. He got up and was making his way towards the rest of the group when the doorbell rang.

Yoongi stopped and turned around. He was the closest to the door after all. None of the others seemed to bother reacting to it anyway. He walked to the door and froze as he saw the person on the ring machine. He knew he was supposed to press a single button to unlock the door. He knew which button it was. But his head and his hands refused to cooperate. He stood frozen for a couple of seconds, staring at the screen in front of him, until the bell rang again.

Yoongi thought he heard this ring in a more muffled way as if it was coming from far away. 

It wasn’t until the third ring that someone else left the group, half a slice of pizza stuffed in his mouth and half in his hand walked towards the door, that Yoongi could hear everything normally again. 

“Must be Y/N,” Hajoon called out, patting Yoongi on the back, and reaching over his shoulder to open the door.

After the small beep, you walked in, almost bumping into someone’s chest.

[t3a-tan]

What if Sammy were to meet Oliver in New Perspectives? How would she react to her cousin being giant?

Funnily enough, whilst writing New Perspectives I wrote Oliver finding Sammy at one point, only to cut it out because I wanted the story to focus on James and Oliver. Here's that little piece, set just as they were leaving Oliver's burrow...

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"I—" Suddenly Oliver bumped into someone thanks to not looking exactly where he was going. Because the forest rarely had humans in it he thought it would be fine, but clearly not.

Oliver managed to keep his balance although he was startled— and his hand quickly came up to his pocket, relieved that James was unharmed after the collision. Oliver then moved to help the stranger up.

It was a young man, or boy maybe, with dyed red hair, clad in black with a tattoo sleeve and several piercings. And…sunglasses? Oliver hadn't seen many of those types of humans…and definitely never in the woods. Either way he crouched down and offered a hand.

"Sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alri—?" He paused, eyes falling upon a tiny figure on the ground. A borrower? Oh stars, I wasn't even thinking about the possibility of outdoor borrowers hanging around in this area… or were they with this human? Wait…

Oliver felt like his heart had stopped. The borrower on the floor…she looked a little different because of her hair and eye colour, but it was definitely Sammy. He knew it was. She looked a little older too of course— and was that a mechanical arm?? Oliver had no time to process this before he saw the red-haired boy attempt to grab at his cousin. His missing cousin. His alive cousin.

The borrower tried his best to remain composed, he really did… But before he knew it he had pinned the red-haired kid to the forest floor, immobilising him completely and grabbing onto his collar with an intense and wide-eyed glare. He made sure, of course, to keep Sammy out of the crossfire.

Oliver preached that humans could be good… that most humans weren't malicious to his kind, and that humans should be treated with the same respect afforded to any other person… but almost three years had passed since the incident and all Oliver could think was that this boy was the most likely suspect.

He killed Uncle Haris. He took Aunt Charlie. He took my cousins. Where is my aunt? Where is Tanner? What did he do to Sammy??

"Did you take them!?" Oliver demanded, just calm enough to keep the growl out of his voice. Oliver wasn't quick to anger, but when he was angry he was furious. He couldn't hurt a human boy. Even if he wanted to, he shouldn't. But he had every right to be angry…

The kid yelped in surprise when he was suddenly pinned down by Oliver, and although he made a brief attempt to free up his limbs he found it was useless pretty quickly. He looked a mixture between pained and panicked, eyes squinted as his sunglasses had fallen off when he got knocked to the ground.

"Take— w-what do you mean? I'm sorry for bumping into you sir, I-I swear I didn't mean to..!" There was a pleading edge to the kid's tone, which was only natural considering that, to him, Oliver seemed like a human adult. Oh well. Let him be scared.

"Do not act innocent with me, human. Why do you have my—"

"Oliver s-stop..! Let…let him go…! He's my friend…!" That familiar voice snapped Oliver out of it immediately, his expression becoming subdued quickly as he turned around to his cousin. She was trembling, wide-eyed and terrified, ready to bolt at any moment. Naturally she would be, if she had just escaped her kidnapper…

Wait. Friend..?

Oliver looked back down at the red-haired kid for a few moments, appraising him. Sammy had said he was a friend so that must be true, yes? He released the boy.

"...my mistake. I apologise for my hasty actions." The borrower spoke, clearing his throat. The boy only nodded shakily, still pretty freaked out after getting tackled like that. Oliver turned to look back at Sammy again, leaning down to see her better, reaching his hand towards her by pure instinct. Before he could speak though she suddenly ran off… ran past Oliver and straight over to the red-haired kid instead.

She was scared. Of what? Oliver looked around to see if there was some critter she may have spotted but he could sense nothing. He turned to look at her again, seeing that she was hiding behind the fingers of the stranger. Oliver moved in their direction.

"Sammy, are you—?" He paused, withdrawing himself again when he noticed her flinch upon his approach. She's…scared of me? But… Oliver felt as if his heart had just been torn from his chest, and he tried hard to keep his composure at the realisation.

I scared her. I wasn't trying to… I wasn't trying to be violent. I shouldn't have assumed. Is it because I'm this size at the moment? I shouldn't have yelled. Oh stars, what if I hurt James's ears..? Oliver took a step back, uncharacteristically expressive as a hurt look appeared in his eyes, and he turned his attention to his pocket to distract himself from the pain of feeling like he had hurt someone he cared about.

"James, are you okay? I'm sorry I shouted…" Oliver whispered. James poked his head out from the pocket, assuming the coast was clear and seeming a bit miffed based on his pinched eyebrows.

"Yeah, mate, that really bloody hurt…! Gonna need hearing aids after that, Jesus." James complained, before pausing when he saw how Oliver's face crumpled at his words. "Woah— hey I'm exaggerating I'm… I'm fine, Oliver. Are…you okay..?"

Rather than answer that, Oliver looked at Sammy again, ignoring the red-haired human's murmur of surprise at seeing a man appear from his chest pocket. Sammy stared back at him with a mixture of fear and confusion. What could he say to remedy his mistake? His cousin beat him to it.

"H-how did you get…human sized..?"