#muse: sam moon

[catspawcreates]

Just curious, why do you simp for Kill Code?

Warning: Passionate Fangirl Lore Rant Ahead!

Honestly? There are a lot of reasons.

Short Version:

I have always had a love of villains. Dark Romantasy has always been a favorite genre.

Kill Code is a supportive single father. As a single mother of two, I connect to him and his struggles and shortcomings with his children.

He’s a multi faceted, layered character with a dark and light side that is really fun to play with! I like murdery Kill Code as much as I like sweet reformed KC.

Kill Code had so much potential as both a villain and a ‘good guy’ there were a lot of missed opportunities, and those are a joy to explore! Plus a giant robot trying to date and find love while suppressing his dark code? That’s such a good flavor ripe for shenanigans.

And… the brain hyper fixates as it sees fit 😹

He’s been my muse and I have tons of ideas still to explore.

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Long Version With More Art Below:

When Kill Code was first introduced as an actual character both the wickedness and the wonderful design by Inkypop really drew me to him. Previously Eclipse had been my fav, but then there suddenly was this ominous presence. A foe from within, an inner demon… so I started drawing him.

But there was more to that demon. He was a caring father, taking on the twins immediately and sharing “bloody fun” with them. He was supportive of his sons. Although Eclipse was always salty, Kill Code did get him out of the twins head to the relative safety of the lab computer. That wasn’t entirely altruistic, but he never hated Eclipse.

I started to ponder what his motivations were. What was driving this murderous code? He wasn’t all bad. There were more layers to him. This led to writing my fanfic.

When the show gave him a change of heart it wasn’t like the murder parts went away. The creator tried to reactivate it in a later episode (which they never explored sadly). It was sheer force of will that he altered himself to be better, to do better, to grow as a person. He was a pacifist by choice and by determination to be more than what he was programmed for.

A theme that has come up many times since then in the show.

While his redemption arc was rushed and most of his character development was off screen (as Lunar put it in a ranking episode), this also leaves much to the imagination and is like a sandbox to play in.

Later Kill Code helped Sun train his star powers and offered support where he could. Whether that’s atoning for his past self, honoring old Moon, or just the kindness he’d cultivated in his code he just wanted to help his family as best he could.

When they said Kill Code was on tinder, well that opened a flood gate of new potential shenanigans and scenarios to imagine. What’s not to love about a reformed murder robot awkwardly seeking love and companionship?

In his final moments, when Bloodmoon confronted him, Kill Code stayed true to his convictions. He knew he failed the twins, but he urged them to evolve. He wanted them to grow past their code and be more than they were programmed for. Kill Code knew they were on a path of self destruction and still wanted the best for them.

It really tugged my heart strings. I cried so much. As a parent I want the best for my kids. To see them flourish and find a bright future… it really hit home.

And don’t get me started on the hilarious April Fools Uno 😹

I love the original DCA’s, SAMS DCA’s, AU versions and all in between….

But this Kill Code gripped me in his claws and my brain hasn’t let go 😅 hyper fixations are wild. I’ve been around a lot of different fandoms but never have I latched onto a character so fervently.

And I love every moment. 💕

[brekwrites]

Hi I'm curious, what are your thoughts and opinions on Solar x Eclipse???

Hi! Sorry for the delay here, I was moving and also wanted to give this some thought. Here’s a ramble for you:

Okay, so, my first thought is that at first they’d hate each other. They already do in canon! Most Eclipses seem to have a lot of hatred for themselves, and I think that translates to hatred for other Eclipses as well. It’d be like hating yourself and being forced to watch and interact with a video of yourself lmao. Yuck.

Additionally, we’ve seen that they all look down on each other and are very territorial. Solar and Eclipse also do this, they just have different ideas of what success is, and therefore different standards. Which leads me to my next point: Solar has accomplished everything Eclipse has ever wanted.

Solar wasn’t suppressed and villainized to the same extent as Eclipse. His Sun and Moon were willing to work with him (regardless of how reluctant his Moon may or may not have been to do so) and help him get his own body. This was Eclipse’s main goal in the beginning, but he was trapped by Moon, suppressed and feared by Sun, and they ended up in a battle for Eclipse to have his own body until he was forcefully expelled. Eclipse also used parts of himself to create Bloodmoon and Lunar, which likely didn’t help him in the long run (especially Lunar, who I think he gave a lot of his more positive thoughts and feelings). So, Solar is more “Eclipse” than Eclipse himself is, because he didn’t have to fracture himself to make new AIs. And even though things eventually went to shit in his original dimension, he was still more accepted than Eclipse was in the beginning.

Once Eclipse realized his situation, he wanted revenge. He began to plot to destroy Sun and Moon, to make them pay for what they’d done. Though it wasn’t intentional, Solar accomplished this goal as well. His separation resulted in the death of his Sun, and his Moon suffered greatly in the aftermath. He then killed his Moon directly. For Solar, these two things are shameful mistakes, but for Eclipse? Solar accomplished the thing he set out to do, seemingly effortlessly, and he doesn’t even care. How infuriating!

And finally, though this is a bit more speculative, there’s a good chance that deep down, Eclipse craved acceptance, inclusion, and a feeling of safety. He created Lunar to be his brother as well as his sidekick, took his subsequent betrayal incredibly badly, and used the star to make himself universally loved and Sun and Moon hated. His goal of destroying Sun and Moon was meant to hide this, to prove to himself he didn’t need them when they abandoned and excluded him. Solar was not only accepted by his Sun and Moon initially—he left his home dimension, found a NEW Sun and Moon (someone ELSE’S, actually), and managed to be accepted into their family. He did what Eclipse couldn’t, and I think that would drive Eclipse absolutely insane. He can rant and rave about Solar being the inferior version all he wants, but he knows deep down what the truth is.

From Solar’s perspective, Eclipse is the reason he has a bad reputation and why his kind are universally hated. Solar spent his entire existence fighting to build a life for himself and distance himself from the actions of other Eclipses. To have Eclipse show up AGAIN, and to learn that this version is a copy of him, and wouldn’t exist if he hadn’t come to this dimension? He’d feel so guilty, and it’d make him really defensive.

So I think they’d fight. Like. Hardcore. Eclipse would be like, “This isn’t your home. You’re inferior. Go back to your dimension and deal with the cards you were dealt. Etc.” and Solar would counter with, “You’re the inferior copy here. I was here first, actually. You squandered your chances to be a part of this family and it’s mine now.” And since they know each other so well, they’d be able to hit each other where it really, really hurts. And they’d be able to recognize when something landed, despite the typical unbothered Eclipse facade.

That’s how I think they’d connect, at first. One of them says something that hits a little too close to home. Maybe Solar says something that’s true for both of them, motivated by his own shame, and Eclipse really feels it, and has to take a step back and retreat. Maybe says something about he didn’t ask to be remade. He didn’t want to be remade. And Solar recognizes how hard it hit, and despite himself, despite how much of an asshole Eclipse is, he feels guilty. This isn’t his dimension, he doesn’t belong, maybe he doesn’t deserve this. This isn’t the same Eclipse, despite everything. Solar is happy here, feels safe, and he was so afraid of that being taken away that he failed to recognize that Eclipse doesn’t have any of that. He knows, deep down, how lonely and miserable Eclipse must be, because that’s how he felt. They’re not exactly the same, sure, but… he understands. He understands more than anyone else can.

So he eases up a bit. Gives Eclipse a break and goes for poking fun more than tearing him down. Maybe he starts getting between Moon and Eclipse when they fight, both to protect Moon from Eclipse and Eclipse from Moon. Maybe he goes to find Eclipse one day because he has a project he’s working on that he wants a hand with, and only a partner of equal intellect will do. Maybe he lets Eclipse watch him interact with his family, sharp eyes taking in every detail, and subtly pushes him toward Earth. Maybe he gives him some tough love, tells him when he’s being an ass, but sympathizes with him because that’s what he needs to grow. Maybe he finally manages to get the message across—you were dealt shitty cards, your situation wasn’t your fault, but you are still responsible for your actions and their consequences. You aren’t the original, though, and you can distance yourself from that. You are not doomed to be hated—look, I can get along with Sun, Moon, Earth, Lunar… you could, too, but it’s going to take work. That kind of thing.

They get closer over time. Eclipse is forced to concede that he kind of admires Solar, and Solar begrudgingly admits to himself that he enjoys the time they spend together. It’s nice to have someone else around who gets you. There’s this unspoken part of their relationship, raw and tender, that they dance around and don’t talk about. Instead, they build together, bitch at each other, and sometimes they just sit in silent understanding.

And then Solar dies.

Everyone is devastated. Eclipse, though… he feels lost. Solar was guiding him. And everyone else seems to think he’s not entitled to his grief, so he hides it. Everyone except Earth.

They get closer during this time, just like in canon, but it’s mutual grief and loss that brings them together. Eclipse starts looking into bringing Solar back, is more motivated to do so. He realizes how much Solar meant to him, and what an integral part of his life he’d become. From there it could go several different ways.

Maybe he’s more motivated to bring Solar back, and ends up working with Moon or going to ask him for help, and Moon is getting progressively worse, but isn’t quite so far into his spiral when Solar comes back. Having Eclipse to lean on essentially slows his deterioration.

Or maybe everything goes like it has in canon and Solar wakes up looking for Moon AND Eclipse, and both are gone. Nexus drove himself mad trying to bring him back, and Eclipse sacrificed his place in this universe to save him, and now Solar has to save them both—his best friend/brother and his… uh… Eclipse. Once Eclipse switches his dimensional signature and can come back to the home dimension for visits, he and Solar are reunited. If that’s enough of a slow burn for you, they kiss right there, with the portal in the background. If not, or if you prefer them as friends, they have an emotional reunion (by Eclipse standards), recognize how much they mean to each other, and grow closer as they make up for lost time until they either get together or they’re cemented as long-time friends. Either way, they understand each other deeply, and are bonded together.

That’s… my thoughts I think. I guess if you want you could also have them hatefully kiss because they just CAN’t STAND EACH ORHER ANYMORE RAAAAH. That would also be fun. Thx for the ask lol.

[fragmentedblade]

Hmmm...

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[wendichester]

Hii can I please request a Dean x reader where they go to a bar and reader gets really drunk and starts acting really clingy with Sam and Dean and acts really stupid and almost goes home with some random creepy guy and Dean and Sam have to babysit her?.

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ babysitting duty,

summary. you've had one too many and dean and sam has to babysit you

pairing. dean winchester x reader ft. sam winchester

wordcount. 619

notes. obsessed with this concept for ever and ever !!! thanks for requesting 🩷

The night starts off fine. Just a few drinks, a little music, and the comforting haze of neon lights casting everything in a warm glow. Dean doesn’t think much of it when you throw back your first shot, or your second, or even your third.

But by the time you’re giggling into your whiskey glass, swaying in your seat and batting your lashes at both him and Sam like they hung the damn moon, he realizes—oh, shit.

“You guys are, like, really hot,” you declare, slurring slightly, pointing a wobbly finger between them. “Like, stupid hot. How is that fair?”

Dean chokes on his beer, glancing at Sam, who just sighs, long-suffering. “Alright, maybe that’s enough—”

“Pfft,” you wave him off, almost knocking over your drink in the process. “I’m fine.”

Dean���s not so sure about that, especially when you reach across the table to squeeze Sam’s bicep, your fingers barely closing around it.

“Holy crap, Sammy,” you murmur, eyes wide with drunken awe. “Have you always been this huge?”

Dean bursts out laughing as Sam stiffens, looking wildly uncomfortable. “Okay, that’s new,” Dean muses, raising a brow at his brother. “Usually, she’s all over me.”

“I am all over you,” you whine, reaching for Dean next, draping yourself over his arm. “I love you, Dean.” Your voice goes dramatically soft, eyes glassy. “You’re the best.”

Dean grins, tipping his bottle toward you. “I know, sweetheart.”

You nuzzle into his shoulder, sighing. “You smell good.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “This is getting out of hand.”

“I am out of hand,” you say proudly, then suddenly gasp, as if you’ve had the most brilliant idea ever. “Oh my God. I should dance.”

Dean and Sam exchange a look.

“You should not dance,” Sam says firmly.

But you’re already slipping off the stool, a little too wobbly on your feet, and before they can stop you, you’re in the crowd, swaying dramatically like you’re in a music video that only exists in your head.

Dean scrubs a hand over his face. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

Then he sees him.

Some random dude—greasy, leering—zeroing in on you like a vulture circling roadkill.

Dean’s moving before his brain even catches up, Sam right behind him.

By the time he reaches you, the guy’s got a hand on your waist, murmuring something in your ear. You blink up at him, all dazed and soft, clearly not registering the red flags all over the situation.

Dean doesn’t even hesitate.

He yanks you back, pressing you against his chest protectively. “She’s not going anywhere with you,” he growls.

The guy raises his hands like he’s innocent, but his smirk says otherwise. “Relax, man. She’s a big girl.”

“She’s our problem,” Sam says, voice low, stepping up beside Dean.

Dean doesn’t bother saying anything else—just glares daggers until the guy slinks off, disappearing into the crowd.

You blink up at them, confused. “Wha—?”

Dean sighs, looping an arm around your waist. “Time to go, sweetheart.”

“But I was having fun,” you pout, but you don’t resist when he starts leading you toward the door.

Sam sighs heavily. “This is exactly why I said she shouldn’t drink that much.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Dad, we get it.”

You, however, are completely unbothered, wrapping your arms around Dean’s waist and practically climbing him as they step outside. “You’re warm,” you mumble into his chest. “M’gonna sleep on you.”

Dean snorts, tightening his grip. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Sam shakes his head, following behind, resigned. “Never again.”

Dean smirks. “We both know that’s a lie.”

You hum happily against him, completely oblivious.

Dean just sighs.

He’s never letting you out of his sight again.

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Whispers Of The Night (3)

Pairing: Stray Kids x Reader

Genre: Vampire! Au, College! Au

Summary: You just want to live a happy life, but currently, that wasn't happening. It's not until you meet 8 strangers who turn your life upside down and you discover what they are.

Warning: Mentions of blood, Drinking, Violence [this is an 18+ story; will contain smut in future chapters]

Word Count: 3k

A/N: AND AS ALWAYS THANK YOU @skzdust FOR YOUR HELP I'M ETERNALLY GRATEFUL BESTIE

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Part One | Part Two

The two days that you spent at the SKZ house, as they called it, were… interesting to say the least. You woke up on the earlier side to make sure you had enough time to get to class, and each day they were all awake, watching TV, working out, doing homework. You'd offer to make them breakfast as you made your own, but they all claimed to have eaten just after they woke up. There were no dishes in the sink, the same amount of food in the fridge. Not to mention their beds were always made up the same every morning. You'd never met college guys who were so… put together. It was throwing you off a little.

“So.” Sam smiles. “These guys you stayed with for a couple nights… any chance you're going to move on from Mark?” She asks.

You can't help it, but you roll your eyes at her question. You still weren't sure what you were going to do about him. You hadn't confronted him, fuck, tou hadn't even spoken to him since San dropped that ball on you the other day. While there was an attraction to, well, let's be honest, all of them, you technically, were still Mark's girlfriend, so the chance of you doing anything was even lower than zero. You weren't a cheater, you never understood the desire to hurt the person you're supposed to love most in this world but that's more than you can say for Mark.

“I mean, yeah they're all extremely attractive.” You laugh. “But I'm still with Mark, and until I figure out what I'm going to be doing, I won't be doing anything with them.” You murmur.

“Them!?” Sam gasps. “You wanna fuck them all.” She laughs. “I always knew you were fucking kinky.”

“Sam!” You laugh. “Jesus christ.”

The two of you laugh, finishing up your makeup, before getting dressed and heading out. Sam had wanted to get ready at the house with the boys, but with all the testosterone radiating in that house, you needed out for a few hours. Luckily for the both of you, Sam's parents were out of the evening so you had the house to yourselves.

“Come on, some shots before we go.” She says, walking into the kitchen. She grabs two shots glasses, pouring you each a shot of vodka.

“We cannot show up sober. A few shots each should do the trick.” She laughs.

You don't say anything, instead welcome the liquid burning your throat as you take shot after shot, desperately hoping for it to erase all your problems for at least one night. Once you were feeling tipsy enough, you and Sam got into your Uber, heading over to the boy's house. When you pull up, the party is already in full swing. There are people out in the front yard drinking, the front door is wide open, welcoming anyone and everyone to join.

“Wow.” Sam gasps. “This looks crazy!”

You laugh, grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the front door. The moment you stepped foot into the house, it was like all 8 of them knew you were there. Very quickly and one by one, they came up to you, giving you a hug to say hi and saying hi to Sam. By the time Minho, who was the last one to come up to you, said hi, Sam had smacked you so many times you thought you'd have a bruise in the shape of her hand on your arm for sure.

“Let's get a drink.” You murmur, pulling her towards the kitchen, not letting her say what you knew she desperately wanted too.

“They're all so fucking hot.” She yells into your ear as you're pouring you both drinks. You laugh as your stomach twists with anxiety. Yes they were, and you were definitely having troubles with that. As the two of you take a couple sips of your drinks, you begin to hear what sounds like a commotion in the living room.

“I know she's here, and I dont fucking appreciate you forcing her to live here! I'm her fucking boyfriend… me!” You hear.

Your stomach drops.

“Mark.” You whisper.

“Don't go out there. Just stay here. Maybe he'll leave.” Sam says. At this point the music had been turned way down, and everyone was crowding around all 8 men and Mark. You knew he wouldn't leave. He was too fucking stubborn. You pushed your way through the crowd of people until you stood beside Hyunjin, who glanced over at you, worriedly.

“What the fuck, y/n.” Mark snaps, motioning to the men. “So what, you're just out here being a whore now?” He asks.

Hyunjin steps forward, but Jeongin pulls him back. “Excuse me?” You ask. “No, I just figured we were done since you can't keep your dick in your pants.” You snap back.

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Mark groans, rolling his eyes.

“San told me, don't play fucking dumb.” You spit. “You never stopped seeing Chae, even after begging, and crying on your knees for me to stay.” You yell.

You wanted to laugh along with those laughing in the crowd, while Mark looked embarrassed.

“Why would I still see her if I told you I only wanted you?” He asks.

“Why would San lie about that? He's your best friend.” You say.

“Yeah, my best friend who's… in…love with you!” Mark mutters.

“What?” You respond. There was no way. Absolutely no way. You'd never gotten those vibes from San, not in the two years that you had been with Mark.

“Why else would he say that?” Mark asks. “Think about it.”

“I am thinking about it, and you're full of shit.” You laugh. “There's no way that San feels like that.”

“I don't feel like what?” San asks, pushing his way through the crowd.

“Mark here says that you lied about Chae, because you're in love with me.” You say. The alcohol you had drank was making you more courageous than you'd ever been in your life. Sober you would never.

“What the fuck?” San laughs. “No offense, y/n but I have a girlfriend that I love very much.” He says. “And Mark's known about her since we started dating, a year and a half ago.”

You turn your head, glaring at Mark, who in turn is glaring at San.

“Interesting.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Whatever, this isn't a conversation that should happen around others.” Mark scoffs. He grabs your wrist, yanking you towards him. “C'mon, let's go home.” He says.

“You know what, Mark?” You begin. “No.” You say, trying to free your wrist from his grasp.

“Y/n, now is not the time.” He snaps, looking around the room.

“I'm done. We're done. I don't trust you anymore. You've done nothing but lie to me. It's over.” You yell, pulling as hard as you can to free yourself.

“What's going on?” You hear from behind you, a familiar voice echoing through the almost silent room.

“Mark, you're hurting me!” You whine. Your wrist is beginning to throb and ache as you try to free yourself.

“Let her go.” You hear the same voice. Suddenly, Chan is beside you, his hand on top of Mark's. Chan didn't look like he was putting in any effort, but Mark's gave away how much pain he was in. Chan rips Mark's hand from around your wrist, pushing him back. Mark falls down to the floor.

“You're sleeping with him aren't you? Fucking whore.” Mark screams. Chan chuckles, taking two steps towards Mark, punching him in the face. You can hear the thump from his body dropping to the floor followed by the cries as he holds his face.

“We're not done! You won't find anyone like me! You're mine!” Mark screams.

Chan turns around to face you, and you weren't sure if it was because he saved you, or you were drunk, maybe a bit of both. But you walked up to him, grabbed his face, and quickly pressed your lips to his. Chan wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer. You can hear Mark swearing as San pulls him out the front door.

You break away from the kiss. You can't look Chan in the eyes. You turn away, your eyes now searching for Sam, and when you find her, her eyes are wide with a giant smile on her face. You push through the crowd, leaving Chan standing there as you grab her arm, dragging her into the kitchen. You open a bottle of something, you don't even care what it is. You put the bottle to your lips, chugging it, ignoring the burning sensation in your throat.

“Bitch.” Sam gasps as you put the bottle back down onto the counter, breathing heavily.

“Did I just do that?” You ask, staring at your best friend.

“Yeah.” She laughs. “Yes you did.”

“Oh my god.” You groan, drinking a little more.

“Okay, alright.” She laughs, taking the bottle from your hand. “Let's not black out.” She murmurs. It was too late. You were already gone.

The next morning, you wake up with the worst headache in the world. Sleeping on the couch for the last few days definitely did not help your body when it desperately needed to recover. You were sore, stiff and felt like you'd been run over by a truck. And then you remembered ending things with Mark.

“Fuck.” You gasp, dropping your head into your hands.

“Everything okay, beautiful?” Hyunjin asks, walking into the living room, plopping down onto the couch beside you.

“I broke up with Mark.” You murmur.

“It's about time, y/n.” Jeongin chimes in.

“Yeah, honestly. He's fucking awful, and that's coming from me.” Seungmin chuckles.

“Yeah, no, I know he was. But I just… I don't know what to do now.” You say. “All my stuff is there… and I have nowhere to go.”

“The fuck are we then? Did we become temporary housing and no one told me?” Minho asks. “You've been here for days, y/n. Let's just go get your stuff and make it official.” Changbin smiles.

“That's really sweet you guys… but.” You trail off.

“But what? You can't live with 8 guys?” Felix laughs.

“I can't sleep on this fucking couch anymore.” You fake cry. “My back… it hurts so bad.”

Everyone laughs.

“Well, it's a good thing there's a bedroom ready for you then.” Chan smiles.

You hadn't seen him since you kissed him. That you remembered very, very vividly, and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. In what world would any of these gods like men, actually like you?

“Wait.” You pause, thinking about what Chan said. “A bedroom?” You ask.

“Of course.” He smiles. “You think we'd ask you to move in here and make you sleep on the couch?” Han laughs. “I mean… Seungmin or Minho might but not the rest of us.”

“You're not wrong.” Seungmin smiles.

“Wow.” You laugh. “Thank you guys.”

“Let’s not get all sappy here.” Minho mumbles. “Can we go get your stuff now?”

“Yeah.” You smile.

The nine of you get ready to head over to your old shared apartment with Mark, unsure of what was going to happen.

You stood outside the door, the number 7 on the door looked different, even though it had only been a few days. You took a deep breath, glancing over at the 8 men that were waiting a little down the hall. You had told them that you needed to do this part by yourself. You were worried that if he opened the door and all of them were standing there, he might end up in a fit of rage. Though, you should have known better that he would end up in one regardless. You knocked on the door, putting your hands behind your back as you waited for him to answer. The door was pulled open, and Mark looked shocked to see you, before a smug ‘I knew she would be back’ look spread across his face.

“Y/N.” He breathes. You put your hand up to stop him from saying whatever he wanted to next.

“I'm just here to grab my stuff.” You explain, avoiding any eye contact with him. He doesn't move out of your way. You want to go inside and start packing the things that belong to you but he stands there still staring.

“Y/N.” He says in a low tone. “Don't be like that, baby.” He smiles. “C'mon. You know you wanna come back home.”

“Actually, what I'd like, is for you to get the fuck out of my way so I can get my stuff and go.” You say, giving Mark your best, annoyed smile.

“And if I don't?” He asks. “If I don't get out of your way? Then what? You gonna punch me like your little boyfriend did?” He mocks.

“No.” You sigh. “But they might hit you.” You say, motioning down the hallway. Mark peeks his head around the door frame, seeing 8 angry and annoyed looking men leaning against the wall.

“You’re such a bitch.” He mumbles, stepping out of your way. You smile, waving to the guys to come with you inside.

You walk past Mark, and can hear him grumbling as each man steps inside. They're all taller, more muscular, better looking, smarter, and funnier than Mark was, and he knew it too.

“Lets get this done, and get the fuck out of here.” You say, everyone scatters to tackle a room. It took the nine of you 4.5 hours, and a trillion questions about what was yours, for you all to finally finish. Mark didn't help at all, and that wasn't a surprise. He didn't want you to leave or leave him, and he was sure to continuously let you know throughout the afternoon.

“Y/N, wait.” Mark says, as you follow the guys out of the apartment. You don't wait, until he grabs your wrist again.

“Let go.” You spit. “This didn't end well for you the last time and it won't end well this time either.”

“Just wait a fucking minute.” He grumbles. “Don't go. Stay with me. Please.”

“No.” You deadpan. “I have no interest in being lied to or cheated on any longer. I hope I never see you again.”

You rip your wrist from his grip, walking down the hall.

“I'll have you again! You'll see! You'll be back when they inevitably kick your ass out!” He screams.

If only he knew how that would never happen.

“Ready?” Changbin asks, grinning from ear to ear. His hand was on the door knob for your room, and honestly you were so excited.

“Yes! Please open it.” You say, nearly falling over from excitement. He turns the knob, opening the door and your jaw is almost on the floor. It was exactly your style, a nice queen bed sitting in the middle of the room that was painted your favorite color. Everything matched, every single part of the room was your exact vibe and you were eternally grateful.

You had put a lot of your stuff in storage, since they had all told you that you wouldn't need a lot of it. To be honest you thought they were full of shit, but here they were, definitely not full of shit.

“We'll let you get settled.” Chan smiles, ushering the men to leave you be.

“Thank you guys. Really. I love it.” You smile.

It felt weird. To have people who truly cared for you like they did. You were worried that they would turn on you, because that seems to be the trend for people in your life. Your mom, dad, Mark, past friends. There was always something that made them leave you. You already felt a strong bond with all 8 of them, so you hoped nothing like that would happen but honestly, you can never truly prepare for the future.

That night, you sat outside on the front porch by yourself, wrapped in one of your new blankets from your new room. It was almost entirely pitch black out, almost silent except for the sounds of cars passing and the faint sounds of people walking by. The only light you had was the cherry from your roach, each time you took a puff, as well as the stars that scattered throughout the sky. The moon was high, shining down on the trees. It was a truly beautiful night.

You felt so relieved and free tonight. Mark hated when you smoked weed, so you weren't ever able to. But now with him out of the picture, you were excited to be able to partake in your favorite way to relax and unwind. You inhaled a long puff, slowly blowing it back out, enjoying the way it was making you feel. You weren’t very high, but it was enough. You lean your head back, closing your eyes, taking a breath when you hear a noise. A grunt, maybe. Your eyes shoot open, you see Jeongin walking towards the front steps of the house. As he walks closer, you see him more clearly under the front door light. There's blood dripping down his face. Your stomach sinks. He looks mad. You stand up, dropping your blanket on the porch, rushing towards him.

“Hey, Jeongin.” You start, popping up in front of him.

His eyes. They're red.

“Are you okay?” You ask, motioning towards the blood. He doesn't respond. He doesn't move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. You can feel the tension surrounding you and him. It was making your stomach churn.

He stares at you, it almost feels like his eyes are burning through your skin.

Your eyes close.

When they open, the sun is shining through your window. You're laying in your bed, your blanket, that you dropped covering you.

What the fuck happened last night?

[maleyanderecafe]

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[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Hi… so I’m just now following your blog and I noticed that you have two AU’s about TSAMS. Can you give a small summary about them? Thanks 😊

None of my AUs are about SAMS, actually ^^'

the Fairy AU's cast may have characters seen in SAMS, but it is not a SAMS-based AU. I've seen other DCA AUs take the concepts of such characters and making them their own, and I've taken the liberty to do the same ^^ It also follows its own story.

I'm not sure what other AU you think is about SAMS, tho ^^'

the Serial Killer AU has its own liberties that vaguely follows canon lore, but it follows Sun and Moon from the Security Breach game

Cosmic Tides, the the boys are just mermaids

Playroom AU, they're ragdolls and interact with friends from SB

Royal Guard, they're set in medieval times and share a body. Also madly in love (not brothers in this AU)

Celestial Muse ain't fleshed out enough but it follows in-game Sun and Moon sorta-

anyways i've rambled enough qwq

But ye, none of my AUs are really about SAMS

[aylacavebear]

Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 6

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 4638

Warning: Angst, longing, some Fluff. Not much that I can think of.

A/N: Professor Robert Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character. Alaric Saltzman is from The Vampire Diaries.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 6

Summer settled into an easy rhythm, days stretching long and golden beneath the warmth of the sun, nights spent tangled in quiet conversation beneath the endless sprawl of stars.

For the first time in years, Jess wasn’t just your best friend—she was someone experiencing the same whirlwind of emotions, the same breath-stealing realization that fate had stepped in and rewritten her story in a single moment. She spent every possible second gushing about Sam, retelling their conversations with wide-eyed wonder, as if she was still trying to convince herself it was real.

You and Dean spent a lot of time together, too, nearly as much as Jess and Sam had. The two of you talked, sometimes for hours, but there was always something hanging in the air—words left unsaid, feelings neither of you seemed ready to put a name to. The conversations would get close, hovering on the edge of something real, something important… and then, without fail, something would interrupt. A ringing phone. A passing packmate. A reason—any reason—not to say what you both knew was waiting just beneath the surface.

It was starting to feel like fate was playing a cruel joke.

“You know what’s crazy?” she mused one evening, laying on your bed with her feet kicked up against the headboard, a soft breeze drifting through the open window. “We were both going to the same college this whole time. Same damn school, same campus. And if I hadn’t met him here, I never would’ve known.”

You grinned from where you were sitting at your desk, flipping idly through a book you had no real intention of reading. “You realize that just makes it even more of a fate thing, right?”

Jess groaned, rolling onto her stomach to bury her face in her arms. “God, I know. It’s so disgustingly romantic, I wanna throw up.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you tossed a pillow at her. She barely reacted, too lost in whatever dreamlike thoughts were filling her head. You were happy for her. Genuinely. But it was impossible not to feel the weight of your own uncertainty pressing in at the edges.

The months had passed in a blur of late-night talks, stolen moments, and the growing anticipation of what was coming.

The pack had been planning the celebration since the moment the four of you had met that day in May. It was tradition. Finding a soulmate wasn’t something small in your world. It was a bond written into the marrow of your bones, and the Winter pack honored that. The Winchester pack believed much the same. Two of their alphas had found their true mates—both omegas from the Winter pack. 

Your pack had extended the invitation first, allowing Dean’s family to bring up to five other pack members of their choice. In return, the Winchester pack had made the same offer to yours. It was only fair. The celebrations would take place in the middle of the week following the next full moon, with two days between to rest, recover, and prepare. 

You tried not to dwell too much on the times Dean had taken you to their land to meet some of his packmates. He had always picked up Jess too, making sure she could be with Sam. But Sam rarely ever came along when Dean would pick the two of you up. It wasn’t personal—he thought you were nice, really—but your scent was a bit much for him, trapped in the Impala. Even with the windows down, even with the open road stretching out ahead, it had been too much.

“So, you gonna wear the new dress?” Jess’s voice cut through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present.

“Probably. I mean, that’s why we went shopping,” you murmured, flipping a page in the book you weren’t actually reading.

Jess didn’t buy it. Even caught up in the whirlwind of her own happiness, she always noticed when something was off with you. She sat up, eyes narrowing, before launching a pillow straight at your face. You barely had time to react before it hit you.

“Spill,” she demanded, arms crossing. “And don’t try to play it off.”

You hesitated, fingers tightening around the book’s edges before you sighed, your shoulders dipping ever so slightly. “You and Sam… you have everything figured out. Dean won’t even talk about what comes next.” The words came quietly, like you weren’t sure you wanted to say them out loud.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she shifted closer, wrapping her arms around you in a warm, steadying embrace. She didn’t try to offer hollow reassurances—she knew that wouldn’t help. Some things couldn’t be fixed with words alone.

But maybe she could do something.

As she held you, a thought struck her. If Dean wouldn’t talk to you about what was going on in that thick skull of his, maybe she could get through to him. The celebration would be the perfect opportunity. She’d pull him aside, corner him if she had to. One way or another, she was going to get some answers.

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The night of the celebration arrived with the scent of woodsmoke and fresh pine hanging thick in the air, mingling with the rich, mouthwatering aroma of slow-roasted meats. Lanterns were strung between the towering trees, their golden glow casting flickering patterns across the gathering space. The entire Winter pack that lived even remotely close by had come together, dressed in their finest, laughter and conversation already filling the clearing.

You stood beside Jess, watching as the first of the Winchester pack members arrived. Dean was the first out of the Impala, naturally exuding that easy confidence of his as he surveyed the celebration. His sharp green eyes swept over the gathering before landing on you, the corner of his mouth quirking into something small but warm.

Sam followed, his expression a little more reserved, but softening the second he spotted Jess. Her excitement was contagious, pulling a rare, bright grin from him as she practically bounced in place.

John and Mary weren’t far behind, stepping out of the second vehicle with Bobby, Ellen, and Jody. John had that ever-watchful gaze, assessing the space, while Mary’s warmth balanced him, offering a nod of approval at the way everything had been set up. Bobby let out a low whistle, taking in the sight of the Winter pack’s living area with an appreciative eye.

“Well, ain’t this somethin’,” he muttered, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. “Gotta hand it to you folks—y’all sure know how to throw a gathering.” Ellen smirked, nudging him with her elbow. “Better than the last one we had back home. No one’s thrown a punch yet.”

“Give it time,” Jody remarked dryly, though her eyes crinkled with amusement.

Then came Cas and Benny. Cas, ever the observer, studied the way the Winter pack moved, his blue eyes sharp with quiet curiosity. Benny, on the other hand, took it all in with an easy grin, already nodding along to the music drifting through the trees.

“Hell,” Benny chuckled, rolling his shoulders, “this almost reminds me of home.”

Dean clapped a hand on Benny’s back before glancing at you again. He didn’t say much—he didn’t have to. There was something about the way he looked at you, something in the way he carried himself tonight. But there was still a hesitation there, an unspoken something lingering between you.

Jess squeezed your hand, grounding you, her voice just loud enough for only you to hear. “We’ll figure it out.”

And with that, the celebration began.

The celebration had settled into an easy rhythm—conversations weaving together, the air thick with the mingling scents, the steady pulse of pack bonds, and the rhythmic thrum of drums beneath the open sky. Laughter rippled between shared stories, teasing remarks, and the occasional howl from the pups as they ran through the clearing, high on the energy of the gathering.

Dean stuck close, his presence a steady weight just on the edge of your awareness. He wasn’t hovering, not exactly, but he wasn’t straying far either. It was instinct, you figured. Maybe something deeper, too. The bond you didn’t feel but knew had to be there, just beyond your reach.

Sam had barely left Jess’s side all night, not that she minded. His presence settled something in her, the soulmate bond between them unmistakable. His scent had softened into something warm, a contrast to the sharper edge it carried when he wasn’t near her. But Jess had a mission tonight, and even Sam’s gravitational pull wasn’t going to stop her.

She just needed the right moment.

She waited, watching—a break in the conversation, a distraction, something. And then it happened. Mary had started a conversation with Sam, and before he could instinctively reach for her, Jess leaned in close, brushing a quick kiss against his jaw.

“Gonna grab something to drink,” she murmured.

Sam barely had time to nod before she was slipping away, light on her feet, making sure you were occupied in conversation before beelining for Dean.

He was off to the side now, nursing a beer, gaze flickering toward you when he thought no one was watching. Jess rolled her eyes. She knew that look.

“Alright, Winchester.” She planted herself beside him, arms crossing as she fixed him with a pointed stare. “Spill.” Dean blinked at her, brows pulling together. “Spill what?” “Oh, don’t play dumb with me,” she scoffed. “You know exactly what.” Dean exhaled, tilting his head back for a second before looking at her again. “Jess—”

“Nope. Not letting you brush me off,” she cut in, narrowing her eyes. “Why haven’t you talked to her about what’s next? Sam and I are already planning everything out. You?” She gestured toward him. “Radio silence.”

Dean set his beer down on the wooden railing beside him, jaw tensing for half a second before he shook his head. “It’s not that simple.” Jess huffed. “Dean, she’s waiting. Maybe she doesn’t realize it yet, but she is. And you’re just… standing here, making eyes at her like a lovesick puppy instead of actually doing something.” Dean let out a sharp breath, running a hand down his face. “You think I don’t want to?” His voice was quieter now, rougher. “You think I haven’t gone over it all a hundred times in my head?”

Jess softened just a fraction, watching the way his fingers curled against the railing, the way his scent shifted—just enough for her to pick up on the quiet frustration, the conflict he was keeping locked tight.

“Then why haven’t you?” she asked, gentler now.

Dean hesitated, glancing back at you across the way, something almost unreadable in his expression.

“Because I don’t want to screw this up.” His voice barely above a murmur, rough like gravel. “She deserves better than me rushing into something just ‘cause I feel it.”

Jess exhaled, shaking her head with a small, knowing smile. “Dean. She deserves you.” She paused, mulling over her thoughts for a moment before continuing. “She’s not like most people. If you tell her what you’re going through, she’ll listen. She won’t even judge you for how you’re feeling.” 

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, with a slow exhale, he nodded once. “Yeah.” Jess patted his shoulder. “Good. Now, I’m gonna go back to my mate before he starts scenting the air for me like a damn bloodhound.” Dean smirked at that, shaking his head as she turned and made her way back toward Sam. But as he looked at you again, standing there, unaware of the weight he carried, he knew one thing for sure. Jess was right. 

You were engrossed in a conversation between your parents and Dean’s, doing your best not to let embarrassment creep in as they exchanged childhood stories. Some of the tales made you laugh outright, especially a few about Dean’s younger years. The warmth of the gathering wrapped around you like a comforting weight, a reminder of the family you had and the one you were stepping into.

Goosebumps danced down your exposed arms, that familiar prickling of being watched sending a shiver down your spine. A small smile tugged at your lips, even before you felt the warmth of a hand against the small of your back.

“Mind if I barrow my mate for a bit?” Dean asked with a teasing smirk, sending heat straight to your cheeks. “Just behave. The pups are still enjoying the celebration,” your father teased right back.

Dean huffed a laugh, but you were too busy trying to will away the blush creeping up your neck. Because mate. The word settled somewhere deep in your chest, curling into the spaces you hadn’t yet named. And as Dean guided you away, his touch warm and steady, you wondered if maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as unaffected as you thought.

Dean led you through the celebration, his hand a steady weight against the small of your back, guiding you toward the treeline. The sounds of the pack softened as you moved further away—laughter and music fading into the background until it was just the two of you beneath the canopy of stars.

You could still hear the distant hum of voices, but here, surrounded by the scent of pine and earth, everything felt quieter. More intimate. The warmth of Dean’s palm against your back lingered even after he pulled away, shoving his hands into his pockets as he exhaled.

You waited, letting the silence settle between you, knowing he had something to say.

Dean let out a breath, eyes flicking up to meet yours before shifting away again. “Jess got in my head.” He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Not that she was wrong.” You arched a brow, crossing your arms as you leaned against a nearby tree. “About what?”

He hesitated, rolling his shoulders, as if trying to shake something loose. “About me needing to talk to you. About this.” He gestured vaguely between the two of you, his expression guarded but not closed off. Not anymore. “About how I keep looking at you like some dumb lovesick puppy instead of just—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply.

Something in your chest tightened, the weight of his words pressing against something you hadn’t let yourself fully acknowledge.

Dean ran a hand over his face, then finally, finally looked at you. “I don’t want to screw this up.” His voice was rough, quieter than before. “You mean too much for me to just… rush in without thinking.”

Your breath caught, heat curling low in your stomach. “Dean…”

“I know you can’t feel the bond, yet,” he continued, his voice steady but tinged with something raw. “But I do. And I don’t just feel it—I want it. I want you.” His throat bobbed, his hands clenching at his sides. “But I also don’t want to push you into something before you’re ready.”

The honesty in his voice unraveled something in you, something you hadn’t let yourself touch.

You stepped closer, close enough to see the flicker of uncertainty in his green eyes, the way he held himself like he was bracing for impact. You just didn’t fully understand the depths of his confession, not how he meant it.

“I don’t think you could ever screw this up, Dean,” you murmured. “Not with me.”

Dean’s breath hitched. He searched your face like he was memorizing every detail, every unspoken thought lingering in your expression. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you but was still holding himself back.

Before you could say anything else, his hand lifted, brushing against your arm, slow and tentative. “Yeah?”

You nodded, swallowing against the warmth spreading through your chest. “Yeah.” Across the clearing, Jess had returned to Sam’s side, but her attention flickered to where you and Dean stood. She watched as Dean finally let himself touch you, the way your body leaned toward his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Relief settled deep in her chest, soft and warm. She nudged Sam, who followed her gaze, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“About damn time,” she muttered, crossing her arms as she watched her best friend step into something she’d always deserved—something she’d always longed for, even if she hadn’t realized it yet.

Hope curled in her chest, steady and certain. 

Neither of you noticed how several eyes glanced in your direction as Dean’s hand came up slowly, cupping your cheek before letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck. You couldn’t look away from those emerald-green eyes, your own hands resting against his chest. You could feel his heart racing beneath your palm, matching your own.

“I know I love you. I know my wolf loves you,” he whispered, leaning just that much closer, his voice a soft whisper. “We want to claim you, when you’re ready,” Dean whispered, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, giving you ample time to pull away.

Even if Dean didn’t have the memories of the time his wolf spent with you, and the two couldn’t truly share their experiences, he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that neither he nor his wolf would ever hurt you.

Your breath hitched as your heart thrummed against your ribs. He’d kept the distance between the two of you, but at least now you knew why. You finally understood. When his lips were only a breath from yours, you whispered, “I love you too.” Dean’s lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, as if savoring the moment—memorizing the feeling of you, the taste of your breath mingling with his. But when you didn’t pull away, when your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, and you leaned into him, he deepened the kiss.

Heat spread through your veins, slow and intoxicating, as his hand at the back of your neck tightened, holding you close without caging you in. His other hand slid down your back, anchoring you against him as his lips moved with a tenderness that made your heart ache. He wasn’t just kissing you—he was pouring every unspoken word, every bottled-up feeling, into this moment.

The rest of the world melted away.

Until it didn’t.

A deafening roar of cheers and whistles shattered the quiet, ripping you both from the cocoon you’d been wrapped in. Dean barely had time to pull away before the entire celebration erupted in victorious howls and applause.

Your face burned as you turned, only to see nearly everyone watching—some raising their drinks, others clapping each other on the back like they’d won a damn bet.

Jess was grinning like a Cheshire cat, nudging Sam with an unmistakable I told you so look. Mary had tears in her eyes, while Bobby just shook his head with a smirk, muttering something about Winchesters and their dramatics.

Dean groaned, forehead dropping against yours. “We’re never gonna live this down, are we?”

You laughed breathlessly, still a little dazed over your first kiss. “Not a chance.” His green eyes flickered between yours, something warm and certain settling into his expression. “Worth it.”

And when he kissed you again—amid the howls and laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the warmth of the pack surrounding you—you couldn’t help but agree.

For the rest of the evening, Dean stayed close, but not like before. There was no more careful distance, no hesitation in his touch. His arm remained around you, solid and sure, and you leaned into him, feeling the shift between you settle into something steady, something certain. The tension that had once lingered between you had melted away, replaced with quiet understanding. Yeah, there was still a lot to talk about, still things to figure out, but tonight wasn’t for that. Tonight was for celebrating—the kind of joy that only came from finding what had always been meant to be.

In three days, you’d be on Winchester land, surrounded by his pack, continuing the celebration. But that was a tomorrow problem.

At one point, your gaze met Jess’s across the fire, and you mouthed a silent thank you. Whatever she had said to Dean had helped, had given him the push he needed, and you’d be forever grateful. She only smiled, a knowing gleam in her eyes before turning back to Sam.

Dean had finally allowed himself to relax, the rigid tension in his shoulders easing, though not completely gone. He knew himself well enough to recognize the way his mind was already itching to overthink, to dissect every next step. But wrapped in your scent, pressed close against his side, he fought against it.

This moment—this warmth, this certainty—was what mattered.

Still, the future loomed in the back of his mind. He needed to talk to you about what came next, about what claiming you would mean. He knew that once he did, your first heat would come—not immediately, maybe not even soon, but neither of you knew how long you had before that happened. It was uncharted territory, and the thought of it had his wolf restless, pacing.

Then you shifted against him, your warmth pressing closer, and just like that, the thoughts scattered. He let out a slow, shaky breath, grounding himself in this. In you. For tonight, that was enough.

As the celebration wound down, the Winchesters stayed to help clean up, despite your and Jess’s parents insisting they didn’t have to. It warmed you to see how seamlessly they had fit in, how natural it felt to have them here—not as guests, but as family. Because that’s what this was now. No longer two separate packs, but one.

Dean followed your lead, helping you wrangle some of the more energetic pups, something unreadable glimmering in his eyes as he watched you with them. You handled them with an ease most unmated omegas didn’t possess, and it did something to him—set something deep in his chest thrumming. His thoughts drifted before he could stop them: you, barefoot in his kitchen, a pup on your hip, another growing in your swollen belly.

That lopsided smile tugged at his lips just as you turned to him.

“You comin'?” you asked, curiosity flickering in your expression at the way he was looking at you.

He felt heat creep up the back of his neck, huffing a quiet laugh as he tried to shake the thought loose. “Yup,” he replied, popping the p with a little too much emphasis, hoping you hadn’t caught on. But if only you knew what the sight you—just being you—did to him and his wolf.

With the pups safely returned to their parents, Dean took his time walking you back toward the clearing where the celebration had been. He didn’t rush, didn’t feel the need to. Your fingers were laced with his, and that was enough. Just a quiet moment, just this.

“Can I come over tomorrow?” he asked, a thread of nerves creeping into his voice. His mind was already racing ahead, overthinking everything he wanted to say.

You tilted your head slightly as you looked up at him. “Sure. What time?”

Dean already knew what your answer would be—you always said yes. Still, it settled something inside him to hear it. “Around ten, if you aren’t busy.” 

The way you smiled at him, soft and easy, made his heart stutter. “I’m not busy. I’ll make us something for brunch.”

He could have told you not to worry about it, but he knew better. You loved cooking, loved baking. And if he admitted it to himself, he loved everything you made, loved the way you always put just a little extra care into it when it was for him. He squeezed your hand, holding onto this moment for just a little longer as the clearing from the celebration came into view.

The cleanup had gone quickly, everyone working together, leaving little for you to do except walk the Winchesters back to their cars, Dean’s hand still warm in yours. Goodbyes were exchanged, laughter lingered in the air, but when it came time for Dean to say his own, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and breathing you in.

“I think I’m gonna bring that blanket back so you can make it smell like you again,” he murmured into your hair, his voice teasing but laced with something deeper.

You giggled softly against his chest, letting out a content sigh. “I can do that,”  you whispered, though the words were bittersweet. You wished—more than anything—you could know what his scent was. What comfort smelled like to him.

He smelled it, the subtle shift in your scent, and his hold on you tightened for just a moment before he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “I promise, we’ll talk about it all tomorrow,” he said, voice low, reassuring. And then he kissed you—one of those soft, lingering goodnight kisses you’d only ever dreamed about.

Benny let out a chuckle as Sam barely contained his, grinning against Jess’s lips as he stole his own goodnight. Mary, ever the pack mother, smacked Benny upside the head, like he was a misbehaving pup. He just rubbed the spot with an exaggerated pout before sliding into the passenger seat of Cas’s car. 

Dean exhaled through his nose, reluctant to let you go. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered, thumb brushing the back of your hand.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you whispered back, kissing the tip of his nose before he finally pulled away.

It took effort to step away, to let him go, but eventually, he slipped into the driver’s seat of his Impala. Jess moved to stand beside you as they pulled away. For a few moments, the two of you were silent, just watching them drive into the darkness.

“So,” she drawled, amusement thick in her voice. “How was your first kiss?”

A chuckle slipped from your lips, the warmth of Dean’s embrace still wrapped around your ribs. “I can understand at least a little as to why you and Sam are always sneaking off.” Jess smirked, but as she studied you, the lightness in her expression softened. “You nervous about the celebration on their land?” 

Your breath left you in a quiet sigh, the moment’s happiness dimming just slightly. “Kinda. I can see when my scent bothers them. I did my best to stay downwind from them all night. I have no idea how I’m going to accomplish that when there are more of them to be considerate of.”

She didn’t respond right away, just reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently. “It won’t always be like that,” she murmured. “After he gets around to claiming you, your scent won’t have that anymore. It’ll be… normal. Just try to focus on that.” 

Your fingers curled around hers, the reassurance welcome but not quite enough to ease the weight in your chest. “Yeah, but… he said he wants me to be ready before he claims me,” you admitted, voice quieter now. “I think he’s scared. Scared of bonding with his wolf and getting all those memories and feelings.”

Jess squeezed your hand again, grounding you. “Then talk to him tomorrow and tell him how you feel,” she said softly. “Maybe he’s just having a hard time admitting that, even to himself.”

You nodded, trying to hold onto that thought, but as the night stretched quiet around you, all you could think about was tomorrow—and all your own worries that had been circling through your mind. What if he wasn’t ready to face what you needed to say? After all, it wasn’t just about him claiming you and all that came with it. It was about you claiming him, too.

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Nicknames the bachelors/backelorettes would give the farmer:

Sam: darling, sweetie, honey, baby, love. Very innocent and traditional nicknames said with the same tone as everything else he says UNLESS it's after 9pm and you're cuddling.

Abigail: sweet cheeks, hot mama, babe, hoe, chickie. She'd smack your ass and kiss your cheek after every nickname.

Harvey: dearest, love bug, pookie bear. Basic but cute. He secretly watches rom coms and steals the weirdest and cheesiest names from them.

Shane: chickadee, sunshine, bro. He just gives off washed up frat boy vibes to me but he'd say them all with a smile at least.

Penny: darling, dear, honey, lovely. She just adores you and will call you all these and their Latin equivalents.

Sebastian: boudica, babe, mami, my moon and stars. Firstly, if you don't know who boudica is, she led an army against the Romans and was a great warrior and I feel like he'd definitely know this and call you this after you get back tired from the mines.

Alex: bae, dove, big L (L for love), broski. He's a little awkward and brags too much about having romantic attention to have actually been in a relationship.

Maru: Einstein, honeydew, dew drop, diamond, flower. She's just adorable and is going to give you the most adorable and meaningful nicknames.

Haley: bae, baby, babe, bitch, whore, love, gorgeous, kitten, girlie, sunflower. All said with soooo much excitement. You are literally her favorite thing in the whole world and how she says all these it's obvious.

Elliot: my love, darling, goddess, the most gorgeous muse, angel, ethereal rose, my heart, melita (little honey in Latin cus you know he's fluent in it). He will say the most gorgeous names to you while carefully tucking stray hair out of your face. He's so calm and caring and sweet and will recite to you ancient Latin poems while cooking you dinner.

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Another Man's Poison Part 1

Curtis Everett x You

Warning: 18+, Multiple prompts: A/B/O; “Show me.” + Frightened + Cabin in the woods, Shifter!Curtis Everett, Shifter!Reader, discussion of the transformation ritual and prima nocta, poisoning, mentioning of the results of poisoning. Less than decent parents. Grumpy Curtis in general.

Summary: You have accidentally come across a scheme that could shatter your shifter clan and your life. Unable to think of any way to stay away from this catastrophe, you turn to Curtis for help.

W/C: ~2.2k

A/N: the third entry to for this amazing event organized by @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 <3 (I thought I could finish it by 5.4, but alas my muse is behind me - and to be fair it's a large story I suspect it will go 6k in total so I'm dividing it into two parts ... or three, depends.

Part 2 | One Man's Meat M. List

It is a pretty bitchy thing to do, you suppose, pranking on someone else. But you can't help it if - which in fact, indeed happened - that sneaky bitch Margo smeared red paint on your pants during the painting lesson and made it look like your period was a massive flood. You are getting your payback one way or another, and what better way is there than to put dead lizards into her bed?

Margo, just in case anyone within the thirty miles premises doesn't know her already, is the cheer leading captain of the Ridgemount High, which obviously has given her every right to bully other people.

To you, she is the daughter of the second-in-command of your shifter pack. She somehow believed herself to be the future pack leader, terrorizing and threatening any younger pack members who refuse to do her biddings.

She's 19, by the way. Same as you, in the senior year of high school.

Back to the subject.

Payback.

You collected a bag of dead lizards from the forest this morning. Holding the bag in your hand, you sneak near Margo's house as subtle as possible, walking on tip toes just so you wouldn't make a noise. The grown wolves of this pack could hear a branch snap a mile away, which is why you have to be quiet.

Maybe Lady Luck has been on your side, for the small venture towards Margo's house has been uneventful. You picked the time knowing precisely that most of the shifters are gathering at Paul's, where they will be discussing the upcoming transformation ceremony for the shifters who have come of the age 19 this year to transform, first time ever in their lives, into their wolf form under the moon. That would include you, Margo, and the Maximoff twins.

You are going to enter the house via the backdoor when you hear three men talking inside.

"... the best time to attack would be the ceremony," says one of the men. By the sound of his voice, you believe he is Margo's brother Halden, "He would never see this coming."

"He thought he was tired," sounding like Paul's younger brother Sam, sniggers another, "He doesn't suspect a thing other than his old age. By the way, great idea, the wolfsbane."

The wolfsbane is one of the deadliest plants known to you wolf shifters. What the hell are they planning? You cover your mouth not to make a sound, but you press your ear closer to the door.

"Paul would be in his weakness form on the night of the full moon." The third one joins the conversation, "I will challenge him then. He will lose fair and square. And nothing, I mean nothing will stop me from becoming the Alpha of this pack."

Fuck. It's an uprising. Your heart beats like the rhythm of war drums. The third one seems like Margo's father Jason. No wonder Margo has always held her head high like she was going to own the pack.

"When I'm in charge," huffing out an evil laugh, Jason continues, "I'm restoring prima nocta."

You have heard about prima nocta, a habit dying out decades ago. It was first initiated for the need of the leader of the pack, also known as pack Alpha, to pick the best and suiting female, his true mate, to bear his pups. But the "first-night" habit died out because female shifters would writher fairly quickly without the love and adoration after connecting to Alpha, since true mates are rather rare, and as shifter packs welcomed the more acceptable way of entering relationships like regular humans, "prima nocta" no longer exists except for some rare closed-off packs.

The three men share their visions of the sick and twisted ruling of this pack, but the thought of being owned and taken by a shifter twice your age has you nearly hurling your guts out.

The men plans a few more items before the sound of a loud slap makes you shudder. "I said Show me, goddammit!" Yells Jason, "I need to see the moon calendar!"

As they continue to plot and scheme against the pack Alpha Paul, you retreat in small steps. And you run. You run as fast as you could, far away from the house.

"So what do you need me for?" Asks Curtis, when he pours more chamomile tea into the porcelain mug in front of you.

Curtis joined the Wilford clan several years ago as a part-time doctor and a full-time herbologist. The Wilford clan needs access to fresh herbs, and your clan lacks a shifter doctor, hence, both clans have cut a deal.

Curtis would help diagnose and treat illness for your clan, and he could wander in your clan's mountains to harvest a patch of herbs he grows. In return, these herbs could be used by the Wilford clan as well.

Curtis has known both your clans well enough as an outsider who lives on the border of the two clans.

Your nails pick on the edge of the scorching mug nervously, as you truly have nowhere else to turn to, "My parents were on board with the uprising, as were a couple of families ... so I fled. And I'm not a wolf ... not yet, until the ceremony. I also know that Jason would claim every female wolf of age..." A bile of vomit rises to your throat at the thought, "Can you help me? To delay the transformation?" You look up at Curtis, hopefully, at the silent young shifter that has drifted from one clan to another. Rumor has it that he finished the transformation ceremony without the help of a clan, which is an utter rarity in the history of shifters.

Curtis scratches his eyebrows and hums, neither confirming nor denying your plea. His eyes stopped meeting yours upon hearing your request, sipping on his tea silently.

"I just need another moon cycle to figure out how I can run away from them. And find another clan." You ramble on, uncertain why you share your plan with a member of a foreign clan, especially someone who could possibly rat you out, as you barely know him, but you ramble on, "By the next full moon, I would be transforming into a wolf in another clan. That's plausible, right?"

Curtis finally glances at you. His brows furrow into a tight knot over his cerulean eyes, deadpans, "It's not that simple."

"But you have done it." You blurt out, clinging to your last line of hope, "They told me that you have transformed without a pack."

Curtis shakes his head, standing from his chair to boil water on the stove, clearly not willing to proceed on this topic further.

"Have you tried warning Paul Deckard? The ceremony is in two days." He checks the moon calendar on the wall.

"I -"

Truth is, you haven't.

Paul might not be the best pack Alpha in the world. He relies on Margo's family way too much and allows Jason and Halden to have their way with the pack already. You doubt telling Paul would make much difference, and it sure doesn't seem like Paul could outnumber so many families at the same time. Not to mention the wolfsbane poison could slowly drive him mad.

If you have to confess, you haven't thought about warning Paul at all, after learning your parents' intention of joining the uprising.

You were busy thinking about yourself. And your future. And whether you could live all by yourself.

And you instantly thought about Curtis.

"Okay." Curtis sighs heavily, dragging the chair across the table closer to you, before plopping down, "Clearly, you don't know the ceremony enough to ask me a dumb question like this."

"But -"

Curtis doesn't give you time to argue, he just continues on his own, "The moon calendar is precisely calculated so that the ceremony is at a night when the lunar power is at its peak. You miss this moon, you can't get it for another year."

"I -"

"Don't get me started on the postpone bullshit." He snaps at you, making you shudder involuntarily at his fist banging on the table, to which his voice lowers by a little, "It's risky as hell to cut yourself off from the lunar power. The Alpha in Dakota drank some wrong potion and cut himself from the lunar power and his wolf, guess what?"

"What?" You weakly offer.

"He splits his wolf spirit from his own." Curtis mocks with a cold sneer, "His pack has to put him under a mental facility, and now all he does is walk on all fours and sniff around like a dog. And before you ask," Curtis glares at your lips, when you are tempted to speak, "no, he cannot transform to his wolf form. Not now, not ever, not even the day he dies."

"One of the reason that the ceremony has to perform with the full pack," He adds, standing up to get the screeching kettle from the stove, pouring more hot water to the tea pot, "is to have the pack's mental energy concentrated on smoothing the transformation. When you turn wolf for the first time," Curtis sighs loudly, pouring himself a cup of tea, "You get your wolf spirit and your wolf form in a few seconds. It's easy to feel scared, different, angry, confused, a bucket full of emotions all at the sametime, and it is not easy to control your wolf without the psychic link of the pack, without the familiarity of your families. That's the reason why solo transformation ceremony is highly discouraged."

Chamomile tea is supposed to be soothing, but all you feel right now is bitter remorse of seeking for Curtis' help. You bite back the tears prickling your eyes, unsure why you came to him at the first place when all he does is dismantle your plan into a pile of turd.

"You are saying, there's no way that -" You take a long inhale, keeping yourself calm as much as possible. Yet, on the thought of you and a bunch of girls being the sex slaves of Jason has your tears bursting out of your sockets, streaming down your cheek.

The humiliation, the regret, and the embarrassment knock your brain out cold, and all you could do is to wipe the tears off your face with the back of your hand.

Curtis sighs one more time, before handing you a box of Kleenex.

You refuse it, though, pushing the tissues away and standing abruptly from your chair. "I'm sorry. This is a bad idea." You keep crying and sobbing, and wiping your tears, walking towards the door, "I understand now. I'll be out of your hair."

Curtis clenches his jaw out of ... mixed feelings, he guess. What a stubborn little pup you are, dreaming of delaying the transformation to escape the evil clutches of Jason.

It is inevitable, really, as pack leaders emerge every two or three decades, as the older Alpha weakens from disease and age, while younger Alpha emerges from their transformation ceremonies, and takes over. Sometimes it is a smooth transition of power, other times it could turn out like Jason and Paul, poisoning and scheming.

On a completely irrelevant note, he has to do this. To lend you a hand. A, Curtis isn't a complete bastard, despite what Wilford, the kind and loving Alpha, keeps telling others. And B, ... well, he'd rather not mention the second reason.

But he's not going to stand by and watch you risk your lives either, yours and your wolf's.

He runs his hand down his face, dashing forward and blocking the only exit out of this house because he could. Blocking your chance of running away because he doesn't want you to. And sighs again.

He has probably used up the annual quotation of his sighing.

"Stop." He growls.

It's an Alpha command. A voice that compells low-ranking shifters. It works better with blood ties and mating bonds, ordering the low-ranking ones to obey and deliver what the Alpha wants. It is cruel, that one stronger Alpha could command a weaker Alpha, or weak-minded shifters. He has thought about commanding Jason and Sam to stop, but he doubts it could work, as they could very well tear his throat before Curtis could say anything.

He hates issuing it, on another level. Just like how he hates it when he issued a command to Wilford years ago, ordering the pack Alpha to permit him to stay. Curtis has the power and the strength to be an Alpha. But he hates it. He hates it when his father Alpha-commanded his mother and his younger siblings to do dirty deeds for the Everett pack. Which was why he ran, and initiated the transformation ceremony on his own.

Yet he does it now, just so you might stay.

And you did. You don't know why you did. Your body responded to his words faster than your brain could proceed. Your steps freeze in their tracks, your shoulders shivering, afraid yet submissive to the natural command of an Alpha.

Curtis crosses his arms in utter annoyance and defeat. There is only one way that he know of, that could provide a safe transformation ceremony with less shifters involved.

If he tread carefully, it might work.

Might.

Sneak Peek for Part 2:

Your body can feel it. It is being called to at a wrong time, a wrong place. The moon is dropping low by the second and the right time has passed. The right time was hours ago.

Thirty minutes until the moon descends completely, and you have to get the wolf out.

Curtis paces around you.

"Sit down, will you? It's not like my wolf is counting your steps and waiting for the right number." You snap at him, despite knowing that you have dragged him into this mess in the first place. A little snarl slips out of your lips. Your wolf spirit is awakening, but not quite yet. Not quite there to unleash your wolf form.

Curtis has his gaze zeroing on you. His eyes narrow for a split second before pushing two words out of his clenched teeth:

"Excuse me?"

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Fruits Baskets

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A big thank you to everyone who voted, and a giant thank you and hug to @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey for helping me pick the pup below as Harry's beloved little mutt! This dog (a she for plot purposes) will be making several appearances in my untitled Hating Game AU. 🐶

Now I need help with her name! Please choose what Harry (with no influence from Ginny) would call his dog from the poll below. I've included some names from a top dog names list from England, as well as a few out-of-pocket (witchy/mystical) choices.

*The meanings and information beside each name have been gathered from Google and babynames.com.

[prentissluvr]

omgg i completely forgot to ask but what were some of your sammy thoughts you had while you were on vacay?? 🤭

oh ngl i think i posted most of them lol

aCTUALLY WAIT NO I FORGOT i think i might turn this into a full set of headcanons but i'll give a little sneak peak hehehe

so basically i was on vacay and thinking about him the whole time because i have an unhealthy obsession with him and tendency to daydream about my muses 24/7 !!

basically i was at this shared family cabin up in canada! and it's super isolated and quiet and remote and surrounded by water! like you have to take a boat to get there etc etc hehe and i was just thinking all about what it would be like to go up there with sam and dean on a break from hunting!!

tw: lowkey mention of drowning lol

mostly you just swim in the lake that you're surrounded by and it's just so relaxing and lovely. if they don't already know, you teach them both how to drive a boat, and they're both quite good since it's not too hard.

and i imagined lots of swimming with both of them!! they'd both love it so much and spend just about all day in the water!! dean would refuse sunscreen and get burnt to a crisp LOL he also can't stop complaining about the bugs lmao.

i'm also thinking about night swimming with sammy aaaaa. it's like 99% soooo so so romantic. the water feels extra nice because the cooler air makes the water feel warmer by contrast. then you've got the stars, clear and bright in the night sky and the gorgeously big moon, dappling white light across the dark water. and of course there's sammy, keeping you close to him at all times, hands slipping over your body under the water, lips pressing to your forehead and mouth over and over again. if you're lucky you'll hear a loon too!! and it's the most hauntingly beautiful sounds that accompanies the light splash of water against the shore, the boat rocking against the dock, and the water swishing around you each time you move. AAAAA I NEED THIS SO BAD NOW and also the 1% is docked because there are so many fucking mosquitos at night so it's like :/// sucks so bad unless they're magically not bothering you lol.

and also! more swimming stuff! this would be cute for if you're not dating yet because like. hehe romantic tension. but the last day i was swimming i got a cramp in my foot KJSDFHS it hurt so bad and i would've literally (not literally i'm being dramatic) died if i didn't have that pool noodle on me LOL. anyways but like!! swimming out kind of far from the dock and then you get a foot cramp and are having trouble treading enough water to stay comfortably afloat. maybe you try to swim back but foot cramps hurt like a bitch! and sam and dean are just getting into the water and you're like "dean! please come save me i have a foot cramp lmao" because you have the hugest crush on sam and you feel to embarrassed to have SHIRTLESS HIM COME AND SWIM YOU TO SHORE LIKE ??????? anywaysss dean literally doesn't hear you because he's playing music from a speaker on the dock. but sam does and he's swims over to you in like two seconds flat and loops an arm around your waist and tells you to hang onto him and then brings you back to the dock, helps you out, and then makes you sit on the edge while he massaged the cramp away ??? and i'm dead??? because you were pulled flush up against him and his BARE CHEST ??? and you looped your arms around his BARE, WET NECK??? and he's holding your waist with his big big arm and big big hand and singlehandedly swimming the both of you back to shore?? and he's all worried for you and he's flustered from having you so close to him but he's more concerned about you. and you're flustered of course and he takes it as a little bit of fear from almost maybe drowning so he's being sooo gentle and caring and i'm going to throw up about him

anywayyyssss hahahahahhaha yeah! just other cute stuff like them being impressed by your boating skills or your yummy yummy cabin meals. sharing experiences with them from your childhood and other things that you only get there that they didn't know were so special to you before. but now they now, and they experienced it with you <33 and it's overall just really great bonding time, especially because there's no internet LOL (there technically is now sometimes but we ignore that unless necessary lol) anyways! and it's just so relaxing

it's also definitely an amazing place to be drunk, never done it myself but it seems so amazing and relaxing tbh so they would also really enjoy that!

other things would be early mornings with sam! waking up with the sun and sitting on the porch together, curled up with a blanket and hot cocoa to ward against the morning chill. you'd listen to bird calls and catch sight of beavers. you'd take him kayaking one morning and he's so big he might tip over the boat and fall in if he's not balanced enough LOL but it's the best time to see wildlife so he wants to go! you might see beavers and turtles or otters if you're really lucky! and ducks and loons and you can point out the eagle nest and tell him stories from past years. you prove to them that you can roast the best marshmallows when you build a fire a night and they both love coming to understand how the place works and seeing how comfortable you are in this little piece of home from your past.

OKAY YEAH MORE THAN I WAS TRYING TO WRITE BUT I HAD SOOO MANY THOUGHTS like i said i'll probably turn this into at least an official headcanon post someday because i love it too much!!! eNJOY BESTIE ILYSMMMM

[bxdtime-ceai]

moonlight jellies

22:00.

Standing on the dock, the light breeze of the summer's end ruffled my few loose hairs. I'd traded my straw hat and red t-shirt for my bucket hat and bomber jacket, the only nice pieces of clothing I owned. I want to believe I dressed up for myself or for the occasion, but it wasn't true. I wanted to look good for him, even as I refused to admit it.

The candles floated along the dock like the yellowed leaves that would soon make their appearance. It was a romantic setting. I almost blushed. I took the opportunity to greet everyone, hesitating a little when I reached their group. The three were always together and tonight they were joined by his younger brother, too. Of course I spoke to him last, I had to feel prepared. But I was beginning to realize that I would never really be prepared to talk to him.

"Do you think they're poisonous?" he mused. He didn't take notice of the outfit I'd curated for him that night, but I admired his curiosity. He held onto a childlike wonder, which was probably one of the many reasons he got along with Vincent so well. It was charming. I wouldn't want to test out that theory, I thought. There was never much I wanted to say in these interactions and I didn't want to trip over my words, so I rarely offered more than a hmm in return. Sam didn't seem bothered by this, which made me think we could make a good team. "Guess I shouldn't push Sebastian in the water, then," he laughed.

Soon it was time to light and release the boat. I quietly walked to the other end of the dock for a better view. I liked Sam, but I liked to experience these things alone, too. We all waited in anticipation as the Mayor released the lighted boat. For a moment nothing happened, and then, the first jellyfish floated close to me, so close that it almost touched my feet. I felt the light illuminating my face, and from across the dock I could see him facing me. Looking. Staring? I couldn't make eye contact, but it felt nice to be observed by him. When the other jellies surrounded the dock, I took a peek in his direction only to find him still eying me. Then, a green hue illuminated the spot a little to my left -- a rare green jellyfish. To say it was shocking was an understatement. The gentle contrast of colours had me mesmerised. I could see my reflection in it, and I looked awestruck. It seemed that no one else saw this rare jelly, which made me feel simultaneously special and sad.

The others began to set off for their homes after the last jellyfish had passed far beyond the dock. I stayed behind and stared at the ocean that had turned black with the lack of light. I looked at the reflection of the moon inside it, the contrast between its light and the darkness of the waves. There were few moments like this one in which I experienced peace. But the peace quickly faded when I felt a hand against my shoulder.

"Looks like the green one liked you!" he giggled, somewhat startling me. I chuckled in agreement. I was surprised that someone else had caught sight of that jellyfish, but it made me happy to know that he had.

"It's late. You going home, right?" I nodded at his question. I turned to leave in his direction only to find that he'd already run off to catch up with Abigail and Sebastian. Why did I think he planned to walk with me? But, was I wrong? Why else would he come and talk to me?

I guess we both behaved awkwardly at times.