#sam monroe headcannons

[samonroegf]

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sam monroe is the type of boyfriend to always keep your favorite strain of weed on him.

sam monroe is the kinda guy to smoke the same cigarettes as you so he always has one for you to bum.

sam monroe is the type of boyfriend to burn cd's for you.

sam monroe is the kind of guy to take you on dates to the skate park and teach you how to skate.

sam monroe likes to keep polaroids of you in his pockets or his wallet. the good ones he keeps in the back so no one sees them but him.

sam monroe is possessive, he'll mark you up constantly so that everyone know that you're his.

getting matching piercings with sam monroe, feels like a dream, he gets his lip pierced and you get your nose done. holds your hand as you're getting it pierced. he helps you take care of it and everything.

sam monroe loves just laying in bed with you, doesn't matter what you're doing as long as you're touching each other.

sam monroe’s favorite thing in the world is when you suck hom off, he loves how innocent you look batting your eyelashes at him.

sam monroe loves having his fingers in your hair, lazily dragging through the locks especially if your head is on his chest. it's one of the times he truly feels alive.

sam monroe who works on a broken down truck that he starts to drive. bunch of band stickers on the tailgate.

sam monroe who comes to your house everytime he fights with his parents.

sam monroe who makes sure to roll pink joints for you, because nothing but the best for his princess.

sam monroe’s favorite pet names for you are princess, baby, and angel.

sam monroe doesn't usually like pet names but there's something about you calling him pretty boy that makes him blush.

sam monroe is the type of boyfriend to cage you in between his arms in a mosh pit to make sure you don't get hurt.

sam monroe lives off of cigarettes, cokes and blunts.

sam monroe’s favorite position is doggy, particularly when he brings your back against him.

sam monroe writes poetry in his free time but if you ask him about it, he'll deny it to his grave.

[skywvlkersgrl]

What do you think Scott would be like as a boyfriend?? I love him so much but almost no one writes about him 😭

authors note: I know, it’s so annoying because he might just be my favourite Hayden character but there’s not much works for him. Hope you enjoy

Tw: mentions of sexual abuse and addiction

⭒ Scott Barringer would make a deal of showing you off to other people, a hand around your waist, his lips attached to your neck, murmuring in your ear about how you were his.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to just spend time with you, laying in the grass and looking up at the sky in a comfortableness that he only felt with you.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of of guy who’d be extremely possessive of the people he loved. If he saw you talking to a guy, he’d get mad and yell at you, then at night, he’d come back crying and apologetic.

⭒ Scott Barringer would tease you when you said anything stupid or make a mistake. “God, you’re such an idiot sometimes” or “are you being this dumb on purpose?”

⭒ Scott Barringer, however, would also threaten to beat up anyone who so much as looked at you funny, and if anyone ever put you down he’d adamantly tell you that you were “the most perfect girl alive.”

⭒ Scott Barringer, despite his cocky nature, is insecure about himself, always whining about “why would you want to be with someone like me? I’m a mess.”

⭒ Scott barringer is the type of guy to always make sure you were always okay. You skipped a meal? He’d be by your side, telling you how “you need to eat, you need to look after yourself.” You weren’t sleeping well? He’d drag you to his cabin, tuck you up in his bed and force you to sleep.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to play piano for you, sometimes he’d even try and teach you some pieces.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love seeing you wear his flannels, loving the way the material bunches up around your frame and the way you’d smell like him afterwards

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to show off that he belonged to you, letting you mark him up, letting you kiss his face and smear your lipgloss everywhere, letting you spray him with your perfume so everybody knew it.

⭒ Scott Barringer would love to just spend time, curled up in bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the most dramatic boy you’ve ever met, he’d fall over on a hike and claim he was “dying”, forcing you to kiss him better.

�� Scott Barringer would try and do everything for you, carry your bag for you, tie your shoelaces for you, buy your lunch for you, it got to the point where you had to tell him that you weren’t helpless and that you can do things for yourself.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of guy who’d love playing with your hair. He’d subconsciously reach out and start twisting and twirling the strands together.

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of guy who’d give up all his vices just for you. Sure, he’s relapse every time but the thought was there.

⭒ Scott Barringer would be very insecure about sex, or his lack of it. The first time you both had tried, he’d broke down crying and you spent the night, holding him and telling him you “loved him just the same.”

⭒ Scott Barringer is the type of guy to hide his emotions because “he’s a guy,” and you’d find yourself often telling him that guys are allowed to have feeling too.

⭒ Scott Barringer hated when you’d leave him, even if it was just to go hang out with your friends, he’d beg and plead for you to stay with him and that if “you want to paint your nails and do your hair and gossip” he would do it with you.

[haydenlovers]

Sam Monroe HeadCannons

This will include smut!!!

Sorry if there’s any grammatical errors

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- This man is a freak and he may not have had much experience with women but he knows what he’s doing, specifically with his hands. And he’s there to listen to what you like and what you don’t like.

- He is definitely a switch. He likes being both dominant or submissive.

- I know that he likes to be choked. In the movie ‘life as a house’ at the beginning he uses some sort of long material to choke himself while he jerks off. When he’s letting you be dominant he will always beg to be choked. And once you do, you have him where you want him a whimpering mess just begging you to let him cum.

- Sam has definitely made a cd labelled ‘songs I’d eat you out to.’ Most of it would consist of deftones but there would also be some three days grace and sevendust.

- when he first learned out to eat pussy he want the greatest. But he was a great listener and every time you wanted him to change something or keep doing he would. He’s a fast learner when it comes to things he loves. And eating pussy is one of those things. He would go face deep ensuring that he hit the right spot to make you cum.

- aftercare is very important to him and he will make sure that you feel comfortable and are cleaned up. He will usually run you a bath or you two will shower together (if you can stand 😉)

I know this is short but this is my first post and I’ll see how it will do :)

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Okay, could you possibly write something about Sam being a teen dad? It could be headcannons or a fic, whatever you’re more comfortable with, i just see him as being moody especially because you asked him not to smoke around the baby and stuff like that..

Author's note: someone teach Sam how to be a dad :(( why do i even have only three fics with emo boy?!?!? What is wrong with me. Thank you nonnie for the request!

TW: swearing when the child is near

you walked up the path that lead to the park, your eyes scanning for none other than SAM MONROE. The stroller wheels squeaked slighty as you passed yet another happy family, wishing you had what they did. Seeming to be happy mother, devouted father..it wasn't like you weren't happy, but constant fights and arguments with sam brought a feeling in your heart that maybe you aren't the family you wanted to be..and with that, your mind easily wandered to the argument you'd had this morning with your boyfriend

it wasn't anything new -- he was moody, stubborn, and defiant at times. But this time, it was about something important - smoking around the baby. Youd asked him so many times, pleaded, and he always nodded, promised to do better, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that it was all slipping through the cracks

as you approached the bench, your blood ran cold. there he was, sam, sitting with the baby in his lap, casually holding cigaratte between his lips. Your nine-month-old son was nestled against him, tiny hands reaching fro sam's shirt, completely unaware of the situation at hand.

"Sam!" your voice was sharp, anger and panic rising in your chest. With practical, long steps, you snatched the cigaratte from his mouth and crushed it beneath your shoe "what the hell are you doing?"

sam looked at you, surprised, but then his brows furrowed and all his mood shifted from calm to defiant in an instant "What the fuck, y/n?" he hissed, gazing how you took the cooing baby from his lap, your arms tightening protectively around him

"What the fuck?" you echoed, your voice now incredulous "you're smoking -- while holding him, Sam! Are you kidding me?" you could feel your blood boiling

standing up, he scoffed, wiping his hands on his jeans like he could brush off the confrontation "it wasn't even lit anymore" he muttered, avoiding your gaze but you could hear the defensiveness dripping from every word

how it was all stupid.

"that's not the point!" your chest tightened, the air in your lungs transforming into pure frustration "How could you even think that's okay? I've asked you so many times not to do this, and you don't take it seriously at all!"

sam's face hardened "i said it wasn't lit. I wasn't blowing smoke in his face or anything, damn" he ran his hand through his dark hair, clearly frustrated as well that you've caught him yet still unwilling to back down

how could he even say that with such an ignorance to the health of your child?

your voice cracked, holding back tears. You were so tired of repeating him the importance of doing what's right. And every time, you felt as if you were speaking to some teenager that can't understand the basic information of moraly "that's not enough, sam. it's not just about whether it's lit or not -- he's breathing in the chemicals on your clothes, in your hair..What if he gets sick, have you ever thought about that?" you looked down at your baby, who was blissfuly unaware of the storm brewing between you two, and it only caused to make your heart ache even more

sam's jaw clenched at your words. of course you'd say that "I'm doing the best i can, alright? i am trying" his voice tight, as if he was on the edge of snapping "I didn't mean to hurt him..You think i don't care about him?" his hand gestured towards the baby

kind of..

the lump in your throat grew, tightening its hold around it like a snake "i know you deep down care about him..but true caring about him means listening when i say stuff like that is dangerous. You can't just...act like it doesn't matter..he's your son too"

at your words something had softened on sam's expression, as if the weight and true responsibility of being a father finally kicked in. He looked around the park, catching the glimpse of other people, laughing kids, steady, warm weather..but when his eyes moved back to your direction, his mask of indifference slid back into its place "It's not like im out here smoking around him every damn day, y/n. I was just having a break, alright? I needed a minute.." he said before adding "And i thought you trusted me with him" the words stung your heart -- it all sounded like he was trying to turn this around on you, make you the bad guy. But not this time

your brows furrowed, and you gently put the giggling boy back to his stroller, giving him his toy to keep his occupied. "This isn't about trust, Sam. It's about keeping him safe" you bit back the urge to yell -- yet you tried to reach the part of him that cared, the part that loved your son as much as you did "he's just a baby. he doesn't know what's dangerous, but we do. You do"

Sam sighed heavily, his eyes finally meeting yours, the defensiveness melting just a little. He looked tired, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and in a way, you understood. This was hard for both of you—being young parents, trying to balance your own needs with the responsibility of raising a child. But there was no room for carelessness, not when it came to your son.

"I know," Sam mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face, his posture slumping. "I know you’re right." His voice was quieter now, almost reluctant, but it was the closest thing to an apology you were going to get. "I just... I didn’t think it was a big deal. I didn’t mean to make you freak out."

You looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the fear there—the fear of messing up, of not being good enough. But that didn’t make this okay. He thought it wasn't a big deal? Was education illegal for him? "I’m not freaking out because I want to. I’m freaking out because I love him, Sam. And I need you to love him enough to do better."

For a moment, there was silence between you, just the sound of your baby babbling softly in the stroller, his tiny fingers grabbing for his toy. Sam’s eyes flicked down to the baby, and you could see something soften in his gaze. He reached out, gently brushing his son’s hair back with his hand, and you felt a pang in your chest. He did love him—so much—yet he was making such basic mistakes

You sighed, glancing around the park as the sounds of laughter and play filled the air. “Just give me your pack of cigarettes, okay? I can’t trust you to not smoke if you have them with you.”

He looked up, disbelief etched on his face and you swore you could feel coming back to the point zero. “Seriously? You want me to hand them over like I’m some kind of child?”

“I’m serious, Sam. You need to make a choice—your son or those cigarettes?” You folded your arms, your gaze unwavering.

He hesitated, and in that moment, the baby’s wails grew louder, pulling Sam from his thoughts. “God damn it,” he muttered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the pack of cigarettes. He handed it to you, his expression a mix of defeat and anger. “There. Happy now?”

You took the pack from him and tossed it into the nearby trash can. “It’s a start,” you said quietly. “But it’s not just about cigarettes. You have to change your mindset. You can’t keep putting yourself first.”

Sam watched you, frustration still simmering again (hopefully the last) beneath the surface. “I know. I just... I’m trying to figure it all out. I never expected to be a dad at nineteen.”

“I didn’t either,” you replied softly, glancing down at your son, who was finally starting to calm down in your arms. “But we can’t do this alone. We need to work together. You need to really think about what being a dad means.”

"I’ll try," Sam said quietly, his voice rough around the edges. "I’ll try harder. I promise"

You nodded, swallowing back the lingering frustration. "That’s all I’m asking for." You glanced down at your son, who was now staring up at Sam with wide, curious eyes. "We’re a team, okay? For him."

Sam looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he nodded, his expression softening just a little. "Yeah. We’re a team."

"now c'mon, we're going for a walk"

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╰┈➤ characters

♡ anyone played by hayden christensen ➛ scott barringer, sam monroe, anakin skywalker, aj, clay beresford, james kelly, stephen glass

♡ the outsiders ➛ dallas winston, ponyboy curtis, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, johnny cade, two-bit matthews

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🌼-fics

anakin skywalker:

🌑 make me god : priest! anakin (kinktober post 1)

hayden christensen : empty

stephen glass:

🌑 muffled : bondage! steve (kinktober post 4)

scott barringer:

🌑 only 50 dollars an hour!: camboy! scott (kinktober post 2)

sam monroe:

🌑 black lipstick: force-fem! sam (kinktober post 3)

lorenzo di lamberti : empty

don piper: empty

clayton beresford: empty

billy quinn: empty

james kelly:

🤖 toy box : bf! james

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last updated : october 27th, 2024

[veras1ne]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥UPCOMING WORK🦢

This is the work for the rest of October!!

As I’m settling back into writing and uploading regularly on Tumblr, I wanted to sort of post an agenda that’ll help me keep track of what I’m posting and for you guys to know what will be posted!

🦢10/22 ✰ “Bite Me.” Adam Stanheight/FEM!Apprentice!Reader ✰ SMUT

🫧10/25 ✰ “Slut Me Out.” Amanda Young x Kramer!MaleReader ✰ SMUT

🌀10/28 ✰ “Delicate.” Anakin Skywalker/Bimbo!Reader ✰ SMUT

🎃10/31 ✰ “Season of the Witch.” Stu Macher x Alternative!GN!Reader ✰ Headcannons+Blurb

🍁10/31 ✰ “Jump The Turnstile.” Sam Monroe x Male!Reader ✰ Fluff

🍂10/31 ✰ Halloween Blurbs by request! Request your favorites doing things with their partner during fall/Halloween!!

˚ ༘🕊️⋆｡˚ There’s a lot lined up for the rest of October and going into November!

No spoilers on what I’m doing for December as far as characters and plots but I’ll be doing a 25 Days of Kinkmas kind of thing so let me know what you guys would want to see for that!!

I love you guys so much!! Thank you all so much for reading, liking, and reblogging🦢🤍

[donnieslvrgrl]

NYX

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001. ✦ ACTOR or CHARACTER.

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⎯⎯ sam winchester | dean forester | cordell walker . . . ★

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⠀　　 ⠀❝ best friend’s brother w/sam monroe ❞

dead dove, do not eat. dark!content. smut, fluff, angst. bfb!sam monroe x innocent!reader. girly!reader, naive!reader. perv!sam. bully!sam. dom!sam x sub!reader. mix of hc and blurb. read at your own risk, mdni. masterlist.

જ⁀➴ brother's best friend!sam thoughts

ᨳ sam can be really very sweet, if your brother and he stop at your favorite food place, he'll buy it for you. but be very snarky about it. usually making you give him a messy kiss in return for it. the dirty taste of cigarettes on his tongue.

ᨳ sam can also be a little mean, pushing you slightly or tripping you in the hallways at school. he never really grew out of the ‘slightly bullies you to show affection’ era that most boys go through. he can a little pushy when it comes to you, get you so greened out that all you can do is listen to him, wants you to be all his. he wants to choose your outfits, cook for you, you're his little angel and he must protect you.

ᨳ he also will sabotage any relationship you have with a guy, he'll blame it on the fact that high school boys are slumdogs. they'll treat you horribly. he'd tell you, and you being his naïve little girl would believe him.

ᨳ he is going to steal your underwear. using the soft lace and cotton to jack himself off. or maybe pressing the ruined material to his nose, and relinquishing in the sent of you.

ᨳ he'd also steal all your more covering clothing, wanting to see as much of you as physically possible. it's so easy to do when he's over there almost every day.

ᨳ he loves saying things that make you go a bit dumb. litrle phrases that turn you into a bimbo, “hey, pretty girl.” “how’s my girl doing?” “being a good girl, lately?”

ᨳ his favorite pet names to call you are angel, princess, sweetheart, darlin’ and baby. when you're in bed, he loves to call you his dirty little girl, cockhungry whore, babygirl. princess is a must no matter where, you're always his princess.

ᨳ he'd love finding little knickknacks to give you, knowing you love those kinda things. type of man to bring u rocks he thought you'd like. sating something like “pretty bitches love rocks, so a pretty rock for my pretty girl.”

ᨳ sam loves sneaking around your brother, having to wait for him to go to sleep, go to the bathroom, or showing up when sam knows he won't be here. coming to just to tease and mock you.

ᨳ sam adores teasing you, grabbing your hair and giving it a little tug. squeezing your thighs, tits, or ass especially before you actually get with him. loves the little squeaks and mean glares that aren't intimidating.

જ⁀➴ bfb!sam blurbs

ᨳ sam is notorious for not respecting your privacy, always walking into your room whenever he pleases. so when you're too busy to notice, hand in your pants, eyes screwed shut, your other hand over your mouth to keep you from making too much noise.

this is a beautiful site to sam, watching you arch your back as your so close to coming. he'd watch and feel his cock restrain painfully against his boxers. watching you squirm as you ride out your orgasm. palming his hard cock through his pants. slipping out right before you open your eyes. no clue he was even there.

ᨳ the time was inching towards three, your legs crossed as you scribble into your diary. sam leans in the doorway, a blunt between his lips, “whatcha writin’?” he drawls out. smoke flows out of his mouth and nose, he inches forward. the bed creaks under his weight as he sits down.

you're quick to close the journal, sliding it under your pillow as he gets closer. you shake your head, “nothing.” you almost laugh. unable to say that most of the scribbles are about him, about your school girl crush on the older boy.

he takes another hit. this time he grabs you by the jaw, his tight grip causes his rings to pinch the soft skin of your face. you whine against him, it makes him chuckle lowly. he presses his mouth to yours, blowing the smoke int your mouth. giving you no choice but to inhale and exhale, coughing a bit as you did. the smoke is harsh, and makes your lungs feel like they're burning. he smirks devilishly at you as you do.

“one day I'll smoke with you for real.” he rubs his hand up your thigh softly before retreating back to your brother's room.

ᨳ “you wanna help me out?” sam gruffs as he sees you peaking through the crack in the bathroom door. innocent and curious eyes prying on him, begging to be invited in.

sam’s hand was hard and rough against his sensitive cock. pink tip leaking precum that he lazily drags over the head with his thumb. you nod dumbly, falling right into his plan. you close and lock the bathroom door.

“yeah, perfect," his voice gravely with need, pushing you hips harshly against the bathroom counter. pulling your littke dress up on your waist, sam wanted to take all of this in. he just didn't have the time. he pulled down your underwear, the soft material bundling up and roughly scratching against the soft flesh of your thighs.

you squeak at the sudden movements, he pushes his cock in the middle of your thighs. being surrounded by your soft skin without entering you, he can't afford that satisfaction right now. he rutts unceremoniously, you can see the pink head peeping out between your thighs. the sight makes you drip down onto his cockz giving him even more pleasure.

“ugh, thanks for letting me use ya, doll.” he's mumbling, groaning out in between words. he comes quick painting the white counter with his liquid. the sight makes you needy. he presses a kiss in your shoulder, shoves his cock back in his pants and leaves the room. letting you clean up his mess, both the counter and you.

ᨳ you walked through your front door, hushed arguing upstairs. you set down your bag, walking silently up the wooden stairs to see what's going on.

“you can't do this, man,” you're watching theough the slightly cracked door. sam is pulling on his hair a little, something he never grew out of when he was frustrated or upset. your brother is sitting on the bed with a stone face and crossed arms.

“what the fuck-” whatever rant your brother was about to go on, died on his tongue as they both noticed your prescence. it was obvious they fought physically first, a busted lip on sam and a bruised cheekbone on your brother. both of their knuckles a little red, and bruised.

you didn't really know how to react to what you were seeing. they stood opposition to each other, the most important men in your life. your brother always did his best to protect you, keep you safe. only to realize he's been blind the entire time.

you took a moment, a deep breathe, “what the hell is going on?” your nose rung up in disgust at the violence, fighting was never something you liked to concern yourself with. thinking it was a bit dumb.

“he found out.” anxiety bloomed in your chest, at sam's words. sam threw a thumo up towards your brother, who was now watching your every move.

“oh. well you can't just beat up on each other. I'm dating sam, that's final. he's dating me, that's final. you guys are still friends, that's also final. good, glad, we're okay.” you clasped your hands together and tried to walk quickly to your room. you wanted to escape the embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

“hey! woah, that is not how things work.” everything with your brother was a fight, most hard headed individual you'd ever met.

“okayyy,” you drug out the word, turning on your heel to face him since he wanted to argue.

“are you gonna stop me? you want me to be heartbroken? want your beat friend to hate you? neither of us ever wanting to talk to you again? no? then i guess we're fine.”

you both were very close, expecting the other to bac down. which your brother did, unhappily, “fine! but im not happy about it!” he huffs storming away,

“cool, I don't really care!" you yelled down the hallway at him.

ᨳ “sam!” you screeched, applying more color corrector and concealer on the dark red marks that litter your neck. looking at sam, who lays on your bed, through your vanity mirror. he chuckles at you, and smirks. obvious pride in his work.

“i don't know what to tell you, doll, i just can't control myself around you.” you're surely going to kill him, no matter what products you put on your neck there's no covering up the blustering marks on your skin.

“if he sees this, and finds out it's from you, he's gonna kill us both.” you sighed, looking at the mark. you'd never tell sam but you admire the love bites.

“bold of you to assume that I'm scared of him, sweeheart.”

ᨳ “you look so pretty f'me.” he's mumbling, more to himself than actually talking to you. his hands are comfortingly rubbing your thighs. the soft skin growing goosebumps from the sudden touch. his shirt rode up on your torso, revealing your tummy. he pushed it up further so he could see your tits. his hands grab them, groping the flesh roughly. whines falls from your lips at his touch, any touch from sam always makes your nerves feel like live wires.

sam discards your underwear wanting to feast his eyes on all that is you. his fingers slide through your folds collecting the juices on the pad of his finger.

“you taste good, baby?” sam brings his fingers to your lips, absolute dumb for him, your lips naturally envelop his digit. your tongue wrapping around and collecting all the sweet yet salty taste of your cunt. you hum, nodding, half-lidded eyes trailing over sam. he wears a lazy smile, so wrapped up in your reactions to him.

“let me get a taste,” he's talking once more time, to himself rather than you. his head comes between your thighs, licking a stripe theough your folds. he licks and laps at the juices, like it's favorite meal. feverish with need for you, he rutts against the mattress. he's hard, boner hurting him. he refuses to come without making you orgasm at least once.

sam's lips wrap around your clit, tongue whipping against the bundle of nerves. the feeling is too much, overwhlming every one of your senses. you're wriggling under him, his arms wrapped around you the only thing keeping you from squirming too much under him. ot takes only moments for you to come, this new feeling all too much for your virgin cunt. you're rambling just his name, he's trying not to chuckle as you feed his ego.

“that's it, baby, you're okay. i got you, feels so good doesn't it,” he's helping you rude out your orgasm, little licks that keep your body jumping slightly under him.

ᨳ halloween, not one of your favorite holidays but it was sam's. so you weren't surprised when he showed up to your house, just didn't expect the way he did it. a bang on your window pulls you from your thoughts, startlingly. just to hear sam's maniacal laugh from the other side, while your hand rests on your chest. you and sam both trying to catch your breaths for completely different reasons.

he climbs in through your window, not wanting your brother to know he's there yet. they were supposed to have a movie marathon, but how could sam focus on that without having fun with you first.

“that was so not funny!” you're exasperated, but you'd be lying if you said seeing sam in a ghostface outfit didn't turn you on a little. the most fuckable slasher.

“don’t i look good tho?” he asks walking up to you, pulling your back against his chest. his cologne and the smell of weed and cigarettes invades your nostrils.

“yeah, whatever,” you huffed, arms crossed over your chest, a pout forming on your glossy lips. he takes out a pocket knife letting the blade scratch lightly against your bare thighs. not enough to hurt just enough to leave a lighter line marking your skin, before fading away in moments.

“sam,” you whined, somewhere betweent telling him to go away, and to never leave your side. he chuckles at this, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“i'll sneak back in later, your brother is expecting me.”

ᨳ sam laid in your bed, your brother gone for the week at basketball camp or whatever he gets up to. your head was on his chest, while his fingers comb through the tangled strands. your eyes are closed, and he's just watching you. taking in how you snuggle into him, when you get the chance.

“i can feel you staring." you giggle out, peaking open one eye and looking at him. his mouth is curved into a half smile, just admiring his babydoll.

“you’re so pretty, doll. most beautiful girl in the world,” his hand came to your jaw, thumb rubbing over your cheek. it wasn't like sam to be all mushy, it caught you off guard. you hid your face in his chest, taking in his natural scaent under the normal aroma of stale cigarettes, and burning bud.

“don’t hide from me, please.” this statement had your curiousity piquing. trying to figure out what's gotten into sam this time. one eyebrow of yours quirked, “what’s- are you okay?”

sam's face fell a little, “what I can't admire my girl?” the my in his sentence exaggerated, an undertone of jeakousy making it's way to the center stage.

“you can! you're just being...romantic. and that's not really your style, sammy.” you defended, coming to set your head up, really looking at him.

“well, i love you, and i want you to know that.” there wasn't an taboo of saying i love you in this relationship, neither of you having gotten around to it yet. your lips curved into a huge grin, immediately saying it back and pressing a soft kiss to sam's lips.

ᨳ “why are we at a park?” sam would complain, walking with towards the grass. although he seems to be in a hitty mood, he enjoys doing anything as long as he's with you. his hand swunging wildly intertwined with yours, the action makes your heart squeeze a little.

“i want to have a picnic.” you'd give him a soft smile as you speak. finally finding a tree with good ahade for the two of you to sit under. otherwise sam will burn and you'd have to listen to him bitch the whole time.

“fine. at least it's not a million degrees out today.” his words would seem agressive but he's cheesin at you. smiling, it's not something that he would do alot, at least not before you. now, though, he'd seem naked without it. without his white pearls gleaming in the sun.

you set out all the food on top of a checker print blanket, even though sam hates most cheesy things, he loves this, loves you and any moment he can spend eith you.

ᨳ your whines are loud, too loud in a house with other people in it. sam takes your lacy underwear that he had previously tucked in his pockets, and shoves them in your mouth. you can taste yourself on the material, proof to how worked up sam had made you.

“sorry, princess, but if you can't be quiet I'll have to make ya.” he pushed your head back into the pillows, a disgruntled whine falling past your lips. his hands hold your hips roughly, using them as handles to piston his cock in and out of your dripping hole.

everything is too much in the best way possible, how you can feel every ridge and vein of him streatching you out. the strained feeling in your back from arching for so long. the rough material of lace in your mouth. not to mention the little moans that sam is dropping, you feel like you might explode.

“fuck, squeezing me so tight, love fucking you baby. love how she sucks me in, and your body, god.” sam is pussydrunk, words falling haphazardly from him, babbling from the pleasure. he's super close, your fingers rubbing circles onto your clit makes you both cone at the same time. you see white or stars, you're not even sure as he collapses beside you. helping you take out the panties and catch your breath.

જ⁀➴ bfb!sam + turns ons

ᨳ he loves your innocence, just the little head tilt when you're confused, or how your lips make the perfect o shape when you figure something out.

ᨳ your outfits, especially if you were to wear fishnets or little skirts. he also loves lace, and anything soft like satin or silk. loves how the colors compliment your skintone.

ᨳ your thighs, if he can see them, they're turning him on. it's monumental when he gets his hand on your skin. squeezing the flesh between his fingers, loves giving the soft, plush love bites, and marking them.

ᨳ you would think that something small like lip gloss wouldn't affect sam, i mean lip gloss is everywhere and most girls wear it. but it's not the actual lip gloss that turns him on, he loves watching you apply it. puckering your lips like you do when you beg him for a kiss. all glossy and wet like after you blow him, or when you're done having messy making out sessions with him.

ᨳ he loves to corrupt you, give you your first drink, smoke, bowl, tab. taking your first kiss, orgasm and virginity. he wants to make you his in every way he knows how. he needs to claim you.

ᨳ sam loves corrupting you, so the first time (and everytime after that) you ask him to pack the bong / roll up for you his entire face lit up. a spark ignited in him, when he's realized you're becoming just as fucked up as him.

ᨳ sam adores your little noises, if he hears you groaning annoyed with something you're trying to open or something like that he's probably getting hard.

ᨳ he cannot help it if you cry, he's getting horny. something about how teary eyed you get when he's fucking you, that whenever you cry he's turned on.

ᨳ when you start bratting off, whether that's being a smartass or trying to piss him off in hopes of getting laid, he thinks it's so cute and he likes a lil tussle with his sex life.

ᨳ you asking / wanting to enegage in sex, of course sam likes to be a little gross but something about your enthusiastic condent makes him hard. if you beg to suck him off, he might blow a load right there and then.

[yonce6496]

The Until Dawn gang bonding with the Hacketteers at a party

Ryan and Josh would both be in completely opposite conversations until the possibility of someone putting on a horror movie is brought up, they are tuned IN. Josh jumping up and down for a slasher and Ryan not budging on wanting a supernatural flick.

Dylan and Chris would totally geek out over tech. With Chris being mocked by Sam and Ash for his addiction to tech and Dylan being insecure of his nerdy side these two would bond super easily. I can’t help think of the cut dialogue between Dylan and Ryan on the bridge where he goes into particle theory and you can’t tell me Chris wouldn’t be totally hooked in that conversation.

Jessica and Emma absolutely tearing up the dance floor trying to outdo each other while laughing and strutting around like the main characters in their own movie.

Jacob Matt and Mike playing drinking games, howling and cracking jokes and arm wrestling as a trio of himbos. By far the most wasted by the end of the night.

Emily would immediately make a move on Nick, he’s everything she wants in a boyfriend, attractive, smart arm candy and most importantly he’s a follower. Emily would lay on the charm and try to have Nick wrapped around her little finger.

Sam and Kaitlyn hanging out in the kitchen raiding the fridge because they’re bored and the designated drivers of their respective groups. Each of them gossiping and making bets on whose gonna end up making out or fight first.

Ashley and Abi would be clinging to each other in a quiet corner of the party drinking and chatting each other up about books, art and other things until they eventually started talking about boys. These two would become fast and easy friends.

[skywvlkersgrl]

Scott Barringer is so third eye blind coded. Go listen to the album and tell he wouldn’t love it.

[ashleyy-brown]

until dawn headcannon - hidden talents

hannah is an amazing singer. i mean the girl can belt out some serious tunes, only she’s really shy at singing so only beth, sam, josh, and chris have heard her sing properly. (chris only heard because he was having a sleepover at their house and hannah was singing in the shower)

beth is a complete green thumb. when hannah was younger, she used to think that beth was some kind of fairy, because every time a plant was dying in their garden, beth could save it. hannah swears that beth once got a twig to grow into a tree.

jessica is super skilled at computer based stuff. maths and science mean nothing to her but you want to hack into something? call jessica. her fingers can fly across the keyboard writing in code. no one knows how she learnt and honestly everyone is too afraid to ask.

mike is a killer actor. he can get into any character, and is amazing at accents. he was actually often the lead role in their school plays, and always completely owns the stage. jessica finds his talent very amusing, and often uses his skills of acting (role-playing) to her advantage.

matt is actually an amazing dancer, and before he even got into school sport, he used to do ballet. his mum signed him up for it and he absolutely loved it, he felt so light and free when he danced. when he got to middle school he became embarrassed by it though and stopped (only hannah has seen him dance properly and she practically fell in love with him right there and then.)

ashley is a really good artist. she mainly does little sketches when she’s bored but what she does draw its pretty incredible. she actually has a book full of drawings of all her friends that she sketches, though no one knows about them (she has a lot of chris sketches and would probably die if he ever found out)

josh absolutely loves baking. growing up, he used to teach hannah and beth how to make cakes, cookies, brownies, slices, anything he could think of. they adored learning from their big brother and it just became something josh was really good at. now its not surprising for his friends to see his clothes covered in flour, because they know they are about to try something really good.

chris is really good at music, and hes always just been really musically gifted. he can play guitar, drums, keyboard, bass, flute, recorder (because he was forced to play it at school), and has a surprising good singing voice to go with it all. sometimes when the group all comes together, chris will bring out his guitar and start playing for them all. he can write some pretty killer songs as well, as he finds it helps him get his feelings out (yes he most definitely has written a song about ashley ((or josh if you prefer)) )

emily is an absolute boss at video games. when mike and emily were dating, mike jokingly asked if emily wanted to join in with his game, expecting her to say no. she agreed and completely dominated, leaving him speechless and with so many questions. mike often says he has never seen anything more attractive, earning him an elbow from jessica and a smirk from emily.

sam can actually speak many different languages. the group had no idea until they were walking around and this lady came up, trying to ask for directions in french. everyone had no idea what to do until sam answered her in perfect fluent french. they late found out sam can speak 5 other languages, much to their surprise.

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

Jill’s Distraction Sleepover

Hi friends! As most of you know the month of March is a really hard time for me and I like to be as distracted as possible during the latter half. I’m gonna be running this sleepover from March 21st to April 1st and it’s a doozy.

It’s going to be in 3 parts. A mini writing challenge, blurb requests, and headcannons

I’m posting this today (March 1st) so if you want to join the writing challenge you have the whole month to work it on it (although I’m not picky on deadlines) you can send in the other stuff too but it’ll posted when the sleepover starts

Mini Writing Challenge

The rules for this are simple. You’re going to send me a character and fluff or smut and I’ll give you a bingo square from one of my bingos (sexyerbingo or dating sim bingo) and a dialogue prompt! You’ll then write it and post it on your own account and I’ll reblog it on @hauntedmilkshakerecs and I’ll make a masterlist on this account as well. You can also ask for as many as you’d like ☺️

Character can be any on my write list or in the fandoms I write for OR from the following list of characters I read for

Lip Gallagher, Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Daryl Dickson, Poe Dameron, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sean Renard, Trubel, Monroe, Geralt, Jaskier, Rick Flag, Christopher Smirh (Peacemaker), Adrian Chase (Vigilante), Amelia Harcourt

Requests

Requests are for characters I write for that I specifically haven’t gotten requests for before! Fics will be minimum 500 words and will be posted every other Wednesday. Each character will get one request and it’s first come first serve. More details the better in your request

Characters include: Matt Casey, Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek, Joe Cruz, Adam Ruzek, Ethan Choi, Jim Street, Victor Tan, David ‘Deacon’ Kay, Chris Alonso, Daniel ‘Hondo’ Harrelson, Donna Troy, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Hank Hall, Ray Palmer, John Constantine, Jefferson ‘Jax’ Jackson, Eddie Diaz, Mateo Chavez, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Robin Buckley

Some prompt lists to choose from (please send the full prompt when sending it). List 1. List 2. List 3. List 4. List 5

Headcannons

Also pretty simple. Send me any of the characters I write for and one of the following emojis and I’ll give you some headcannons!

🥀 for a headcannon of a kink

🌺 for a headcannon for how they are on vacation

🌸 for a headcannon on how they are on dates

🌼 for a headcannon of how they are with their kids

🌻 for a headcannon of your choice (specify the scenario)

[6rookie-writer0110]

MASTER LIST- 11

RULES & FANDOM

Being Reed Richards & Johnny Storm’s boyfriend would include…

Being Dr. Doom’s brother and dating Johnny Storm would include…

I lost the coupons for groceries -  Sebastian Stan x Male Reader (SMUT)

Arrows to our hearts -  Sebastian Stan x Male Reader (SMUT)

Show me, love x 6 -  Sebastian Stan x Male Reader (SMUT)

A little dance and a little romance -  Sebastian Stan x Male Reader (SMUT) 

Write that on the Post-it Notes. -  Daenerys Targaryen x Male Reader… AU

Request - Can you do headcanons for Daenerys x female reader

Wolves will take me home -  AU Daenerys Targaryen x Female Reader

Time in Sin City can never be restored -  Kara Danvers x Male Reader

Let’s kill the chorus together -  Sam Arias x Male Reader

Can’t spell Dysfunction without ’Fun’ -  Male Reader x Kara Danvers

  The moon is hanging lower -  Lena Luthor x Male Reader (SMUT)

Love well spent -  Rouge x Male Reader (SMUT)

Request -Garfield Logan x reader romantic headcanons?

One time, I forgot to ask for directions -  Dawn Granger x Male Reader (Smut) 

I’d toss my calling card, in the sewers -  Dick Grayson x Male Reader (SMUT)

Calendar days -  Simon Spier x Male Reader

I need a taxi -  Simon Spier x Male Reader

Take a sip of watermelon rum -  Male Reader x KJ Apa (SMUT)

Early to Rise -  Grant Gustin x Male Reader (SMUT)

Philosophy don’t bother me, with your lies -  Jax Teller x Male Reader (SMUT)

My place? -  Sam Winchester x Male Reader (SMUT)

Put the rug under the file cabinet -  Oliver Queen x Male Reader (SMUT)

Something more -  Harley Quinn X Dom Male Reader (smut)

Request - Pheadcannon for being peter parker’s older brother who’s dating Wanda  

Dating Marilyn Monroe would include… 

[amylillian22]

Like Father, Like Son - Part 5 (Final Chapter) – Theo and Dean Crossover

Based on the request and headcannon by @theoraekendeserveslove

Word Count: 3,154

Warnings: None really.

Author’s Note: There are a lot of changes. So, consider this an Alternate Universe/Ending from the Series Finale episode.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Dean slowly put his jacket on and groaned as he, Sam, Castiel, Theo, and Y/N walked out of Deaton’s animal clinic. Theo and Y/N had taken Dean to get the bullet out, clean his wound, and stitch him up after leaving the hospital. Y/N held Theo’s hand as they walked to his truck. She could sense his nervousness, but she didn’t understand why. Everything was okay. They survived and Monroe lost. What did Theo have to be worried about?

“Well, that’s definitely one for the books,” Dean said as he and Sam turned around to see Theo.

Theo chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“I think he means literally since there are books based on their lives,” Castiel admitted. Theo and Y/N gave the brothers a quizzical look, wondering what Castiel meant.

“That’s a story for another time,” Dean brushed off the topic.

Theo nodded as he began to shift his weight from one foot to the other. Y/N looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he was on the edge, but Theo said nothing.

“I guess it’s time to go,” Sam said as he patted Dean’s shoulder.

“Ready whenever you are,” Castiel said as he looked at Dean. Castiel could tell Dean wasn’t ready to leave. If anything, he wished he could stay a bit longer and get to know Theo more, but he didn’t want to push if Theo wasn’t ready.

“Umm,” Theo cleared his throat. “If you have some time, there’s this diner close by that makes the best pies-” Dean groaned as his mouth watered at the thought of having some delicious pie right now.

Sam chuckled as he shook his head. “You are your father’s son.”

“Pie is the way to my heart, son,” Dean confessed.

“Funny,” Y/N smiled as she leaned towards Theo. “It’s his too. If Theo could, he would eat pie everyday.”

“Like father, like son,” Sam chuckled again, making everyone laugh.

“I can get us there in seconds.”

Theo immediately shook his head as his stomach turned at the idea of traveling with Castiel again. “I think we’ll take my truck.” Y/N gave him a confused look, knowing she was clearly missing something. “Trust me babe, you don’t want to travel with an angel,” Theo said as he tugged her hand and walked her to the passenger door to open it for her.

Dean, Sam, Castiel got into the backseat of the truck. Theo started the truck and drove to the diner. Dean smiled as he saw Theo reach for Y/N’s hand and held it over the middle console, both completely happy and content with each other. He began to wonder how his life might have been if he hadn’t gone into the family hunting business. Maybe he would have met a girl, fell in love, got married, and have kids running around a beautiful house in the suburbs. Maybe he would have had that with Theo’s mom. He knew that’s what Sam wanted in the first place, which is why he left to college. Convincing Sam to go on the road to find dad after Jessica died is something he regretted. If he hadn’t shown up, maybe Sam would have had his perfect love story right now with Jessica.

Theo pulled into a parking space at the diner, making Dean snap back into reality. Everyone got out of the truck and walked into the diner. Theo picked a booth in the back corner that sits 6 people. Y/N slid in first, before Theo followed and made room for Dean to sit next to him while Sam and Castiel sat across from them.

The place was dead. The only waitress working walked up to their table. “Good evening,” she looked at her watched and noticed it was way past midnight. “Or should I say good morning?” She chuckled to herself. “What can I get y'all?”

“I’ll have a coffee,” Sam said.

“Make that two,” Castiel gave at the waitress a warm smile.

“What pie do you have?” Theo and Dean asked in unison, making everyone laugh.

“I have apple and peach pie,” the waitress answered.

“I’ll have one of each,” Theo said before he causally placed his hand on Y/N’s thigh.

Dean turned around with a huge smile on his face. At first, Dean was surprised to learn Theo was his son. Now, he couldn’t be happier to know his son enjoys pies as much as he does.

“I’ll have the same and a cup of coffee,” Dean smile as he looked back at the waitress.

“What about you, darling?” She asked Y/N.

“I’ll have some apple pie with a milkshake.”

“With two straws,” Theo added.

“I’ll be right back with your order.” The waitress walked away from the table, leaving the five of them to themselves.

Everyone just stayed quiet and looked at each other. Truthfully, it was a little bit awkward. No one knew what to say or do. They’ve never experienced having to sit together and talk amongst each other like most families do.

“So…” Castiel trailed, trying to cut the tension.

“Can I ask you a question?” Dean turned to look at Theo. Theo nodded his head, giving Dean permission to proceed. “That thing you did back there at the hospital. How did you do that?”

“And what exactly was that?” Sam added.

“Well, we can take people’s pain away,” Theo answered.

“And you’ve done that before?” Dean asked.

“I have. Theo, however,” Y/N smiled as she wrapped her hand around Theo’s bicep and leaned towards him. “Did it for the first time tonight.” Everyone heard how proud she was.

“You had never done it before?” Sam asked a bit surprised. Theo shook his head.

“You’ve never done it on Y/N before?” Dean followed up.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. “Please. I can take care of myself. I’m tougher than I look.” Theo smiled at how confident and strong his girl was. He couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her cheek.

“No,” Theo finally answered after he turned to face Dean. “Umm, I tried to take away Mason’s pain the other day when he got hurt, but it didn’t work. I mean I tried so hard. I wanted to help him, but Mason said I probably couldn’t do it because I didn’t care. He’s not exactly my favorite person. So, I thought maybe he was right.”

“Except you do care,” Y/N squeezed his arm. “You saw Dean hurt. You wanted to help him because I know deep down you care about your father. You have from the moment you found out, but you kept your guard up because you were too afraid to care about someone who you might lose someday. I know you were protecting yourself and Dean by not getting close. Not getting close to him protects him from the crazy life we live. Also, I know you pushed him away because you believed he wouldn’t accept you after everything you’ve done in the past, but that’s not the case. You realized that when he came here to help you.”

Everyone was silent as Y/N nailed Theo’s feelings. He hadn’t talked to her about how he felt about Dean. She just knew. No one knew him better than she did, and he still wonders how in the world he ever got so lucky with an amazing woman as her.

Dean cleared his throat. “Is she right?”

Theo swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

Dean smiled at Theo. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Theo asked surprised.

“For letting me help you, for taking my pain away…” Dean trailed. “For caring back.” Theo smiled at Dean.

“Alright, here we go,” the waitress said as she brought a tray with their orders. She passed out their drinks and pies. When she left, everyone talked about different things and shared supernatural stories. They laughed, they joked, and they even teased each other a little bit. Theo paused for a second and looked around.

This is what it must feel like to have a family, he thought to himself.

It was nearly 3am when they walked out of the diner. They stood in front of Theo’s truck, not ready to say goodbye.

“It was great meeting you two,” Castiel said as he shook Theo and Y/N’s hands, who also said goodbye to him. He turned around to face Sam and Dean, who looked sad. “Take as long as you like. I’ll wait for you by the dumpster,” Castiel said before walking away.

Dean let out a heavy sigh and took a step forward towards Theo. “You know, for years I believed I wasn’t meant to have everything; the girl and some kids. Ya know, the whole white picket fence house and homemade pie lifestyle. It’s hard to have that with the kind of business I do.” Theo and Y/N sensed the sadness radiating off Sam. If they only knew how much Sam wanted Dean to have everything he wanted and deserved.

“But then I met you,” Dean let out a small chuckle. “And you couldn’t be more like me, son. Look, I know we just met and I know you have a life here, while mine is out on the road, but just know you can call me anytime and I’ll be there, Theo. If you need my help or you’re in some sort of trouble, don’t hesitate to call me. If you just want to see what I’m doing and, uh, I don’t know maybe go get some pie sometime, I can do that too, kid. You can call me for anything. Day or night, okay?”

Theo nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Just know, you have us, okay?” Dean said as he also pointed back at Sam with his thumb.

“We’re family. We’ll always be there for you,” Sam added with a smile.

“I really appreciate that,” Theo said before he leaned in and hugged Dean, who didn’t waste a second to hug him back. “Thank you for coming,” he whispered.

“Anytime, son,” Dean whispered back before he pulled back.

“I’ve always wanted to be an uncle,” Sam smiled before he leaned in and hugged Theo goodbye. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“You got it,” Theo chuckled as he hugged Sam back.

Dean looked at Y/N. “If he gives you any trouble or is just being a pain in the ass, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “You got it, Dean.” She hugged him and Sam goodbye. She reached for Theo’s hand to hold, knowing how much he was hurting at the moment. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tight as they watched Dean and Sam walk towards Castiel and disappeared in a matter of seconds.

“Let’s go,” she whispered. Theo kissed her forehead before they got into his truck and went to Liam’s house, who had offered his guest bedroom to them for as long as they needed a place to stay.

The Next Morning

Everyone sat in Scott’s living room as they waited for Mason and Corey to arrive. Scott had called an emergency pack meeting, but Theo, Y/N, and Liam were clueless to what the meeting was about. Monroe and her minions had left Beacon Hills and the rest of the city wasn’t scared of them anymore now that the Anuk-ite was gone. No one knew exactly what was going to happen in the meeting, with the exception of Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Derek who were patiently waiting on Mason and Corey.

“Finally!” Stiles said as Mason and Corey walked in. “What took you two so long?”

“Traffic,” Mason said. “What’s the emergency?”

“Well…” Scott trailed as he stood up from the sofa. Malia, Stiles, Lydia and Derek got up and stood behind Scott. “We couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.”

“What?” Liam said nervously before shooting up from his seat.

“Liam, I know you’re scared, but you’re ready. I believe in you. I know you can take care of Beacon Hills while we’re in college, with the FBI, or somewhere in South America.”

“Just know, we’re all a phone call away if you ever need us, you little runt,” Stiles said as he ruffled Liam’s hair. He looked at Mason. “You still got that bat?” Mason nodded. “Don’t lose it. It’s going to save your life more than once.”

“And remember I’m your girl if you ever need advice on girls or picking out clothes for your dates,” Lydia smiled before she leaned in and hugged Liam. “Don’t worry about Hayden. If it’s meant to be, you two will find your way back together,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” Malia apologized to Liam. He gave her a confused look, wondering what she was sorry about. “I didn’t mean it when I said your plans were stupid. You’re actually a pretty good beta and I know you’ll do great here.”

“Thanks, Malia,” Liam said before hugging Malia.

Scott looked at Theo. “You’ve come a long way, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Theo let out a small chuckle. “I don’t expect you guys wanting me to stay here and I appreciate you calling me when you needed help, but just know you can always call me if you need help. Either one of you,” he said looking between Scott and Liam.

“Same goes for you,” Scott smiled at Theo.

“Same here,” Liam added.

Everyone hugged each other goodbye before Stiles and Derek helped take Scott and Malia’s bags to Stiles’ old Jeep. Liam, Mason, Corey, Theo, and Y/N watched Scott and Malia drive off in Stiles’ Jeep, Derek in his new black Mustang, Lydia and Stiles in her car.

Liam turned to face Theo and Y/N. “What’s the plan for you guys? I mean you’re not in high school anymore and you’re not going to college. Beacon Hills is safe as of right now. You have too much free time, what are you going to next?”

Only one thing crossed Theo’s mind, rather one person, Dean. This was the time to finally give Dean a chance and get to know his father. It would give Theo a chance to finally experience being around family with his dad and his uncle. Maybe he would stay for as long as he wanted, maybe even help them with their family business. He didn’t know what the future held. He just knew he wanted Dean in it.

Right before he was about to answer with a smile on his face, he turned to look at Y/N. His smile slowly vanished as he realized he didn’t even consider what Y/N might have wanted. He was being completely selfish, but he didn’t want to leave her behind. He had wanted her to go with him, but he didn’t want to hold her back from her dreams. He was torn.

Y/N wrapped her hand around their locked hands and bumped his hips with hers. She could see what running through his worried mind. “I go wherever you go. Your dreams are my dreams. My dreams are your dreams. We’re in this together for the long haul,” she smiled at him.

His muscles instantly relaxed. He had never been this lucky to have someone as amazing, caring, and understanding as Y/N. Theo cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss, one that expressed how much he genuinely and deeply loved her. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I love you too,” she said breathlessly.

Theo turned around to finally answer Liam’s question. “I’m going to get to know my father.”

The three boys smiled at Theo, happy to see how far he’s come since they first met him. They said their goodbyes, promising each other they’re only a phone call away if they ever need anything. As the seniors headed to school, Theo and Y/N went back to Liam’s house to pack their stuff before going on their mini-road trip.

A day and a half later

With their backpacks strapped to their backs, a duffle bag in each hand, and their other hands intertwined, Theo and Y/N made their way to the front door of the bunker. Neither of them was worried. Not that Y/N had any reason to be, but she was surprised Theo wasn’t as nervous as she thought maybe he would be. Truth be told, he wasn’t nervous because this felt right. He believed nothing bad would come from this. Things would finally be whole for Theo.

Y/N squeezed his hand before he let it go. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door hard. He quickly grabbed her hand. They waited a few seconds knowing it was a long walk across the bunker and up the stairs before getting to the front door.

Two pairs of footsteps grew louder by the second before the sounds of locks being unlocked reached the chimeras’ ears. The door opened only to be greeted by a surprised Dean and Sam.

“Theo, is everything okay? Are you alright, son?” Dean immediately panicked with worry.

Sam’s eyes flickered to the young couple’s bags. A smile reached the corner of his eyes realizing what this meant and he was thrilled his older brother was finally going to have a piece of that dream he’s always wanted.

Y/N smiled as Theo spoke. “Everything is fine. Great actually. Beacon Hills is okay and safe for now. It’s kind of pointless to be there. So, now I have all this free time and I was kind of hoping- if it’s alright with you, if we can kind of stay here with you. What do you say…” he trailed for a second before saying the next word. “Dad?” The world felt so natural and comfortable. Theo no longer struggled to call Dean what he was and he was hoping Dean didn’t mind.

Y/N couldn’t help the tears forming in her eyes. Neither could Sam. They both knew how hard this moment was and it was great to finally see it happen.

Dean’s eyes filled with warm tears before he leaned in and hugged Theo. “Welcome home, son.”

Sam offered to help with the bags as he welcomed Y/N inside. Dean and Theo pulled away. “You must be exhausted from the long drive. Are you two hungry? I can make something really quick,” Dean said.

“We’re starving,” Theo answered as Dean took one of his bags.

“I could make some pie for dessert,” Y/N smiled knowing it would be the perfect way to end this day.

Dean looked at his son. “Marry her.”

Everyone laughed as Sam closed the front door and locked it. He stayed behind and watched them walk down the stairs, talking about the drive, the junk food they got when they made stops at gas stations, and all the pies they ate at diners along the way.

Sam’s heart was full and couldn’t help the smile and tears in his eyes. “Like father, like son,” he whispered to himself.