#sammy ily for this ask

[lilmerh]

*you received [1 free coupon to spam about eric williams]

This ask is for the OC Eric Williams, you can find him here @eric-williams-madness (and @mina-lmaooo), his roleplay blog. <3

Imma post the Discord rant bc I love it

His autistic traits went unnoticed for years and he got in a lot of trouble for it. He started becoming very angry because no one accommodated him, they saw him as an unruly child who acted out for no good reason, and ought to be "set straight".

Some teachers were more understanding than others. Some weren't. His own mother was nagging, overbearing, and got angry with him herself when he "threw tantrums". His father isn't in the picture (either bc he divorced or just works a lot, undecided), and since his mother wasn't very understanding of him, he didn't have many adult figures he could trust.

He also had trouble connecting with his peers. In his early life, he didn't talk to many other kids, and in his school life, he was already burdened with not being accommodated, and had issues managing his emotions as a result. Kid didn't make any close friends.

After standing up to someone who bullied Mina (he threw a book in her face), the two became friends. Mina was also a lonely kid at that time. They became super close, and Mina comforted him about his troubles with feeling isolated.

In his teen years, after having reflected on his life a lot, he discovered he was autistic. He talked to Mina about his self realization a lot, and encouraged by her he got an official diagnosis.

Making a case for him was easy. His entire school life was filled with glowing neon signs. After his diagnosis, his self realization grew even more, eventually into acceptance.

He still has a strained relationship with his mother, but they're getting along moderately better. She still isn't perfect (such as still being overly touchy when he sometimes isn't), but after discovering her kid's autistic, she's taking strides to accept and accommodate her son.

Eric's still processing all the alienation he endured during his childhood and the bad treatment he got from his mother. He knows she loves him, and that she did her best with the information she had at the time.

Still, the two don't have a very close bond. He wouldn't tell her, but he still has some resentment for how she dealt with his autistic traits. He realises that him going undiagnosed for so long isn't necessarily her fault, but he still wishes he got more loving treatment from her rather than scolding. Same from the school.

With Eric, I will try tackling the subject that is POC getting recognised, accommodated and diagnosed at a lesser rate than white children. This is one of the strongest reasons he never got clocked as "autistic" by anyone else. Especially as "angry/aggressive" is an insidious subconscious stereotype about black men, especially dark skinned men (which he is).

Discord rant over. The question that led to this was if he had something fucked up in his life. Lol.

Eric originally started as a very underdeveloped character. His first moment came when I was using a Picrew (Witchsona) and making lots of designs. I had created a black boy with square glasses and a half-dyed blue hair. I liked this design a lot, so overtime I expanded on his character more. Most of him clicked when I decided to make him autism! I then proceeded to project onto him. I described some of it above, though only his struggles.

He started out as a more sarcastic, blunt, and quiet character, but I've since made him more dramatic and passionate (still has his sarcasm though). He also started out a bit angrier. I've since given him some stuff that makes him really happy :D

Mina (family name undecided), being one of them. She's been his best friend since early childhood. She was pretty understanding of his anger management issues despite not knowing wtf autism was. When he came to her about potentially being autistic, she was like "that makes A LOT of sense". She's pretty much the first person who respected him. They met when Eric stood up to a person being mean to her (he hit the person with a book). Mina herself was pretty lonely due to othering and her own personal- and health issues. The two became best friends :> they lovingly insult each other & help the other deal with their insecurities & have fun together.

His sister, Emma Williams, is also a source of joy in his life. He loves her so much. He'd do anything for her. She's a lot younger than him. He's generally picky with physical touch, but she's free to hug him whenever. He has a strained relationship with his mom, as mentioned above, and doesn't see his dad that often.

Special interests include: science in general, space, the planet Saturn, the colour blue and the English language. (Do not ask me in-depth questions about any of these bc I guarantee with 90% certainty I do not know the answer.) He likes reading n studying and could most likely give you the answer to a question if it's something he was interested in.

Mans also gay. Homo. Fagott. He figured that out when he was like 14 and didn't think much about it after that. It didn't matter to him, except now he knew he liked kissing boys. Speaking of men, he also has a boyfriend named Damian. He's a bit boring tbh. The only reason I keep him around as an OC is because they're pretty cute together.

I have to go do stuff, so I don't have time to add more to this, but here you go. (I think you/Sam knows most of this anyway)

[prentissluvr]

WAIT DO YOU THINK SAM HAS LIGHTNING SCARS BC HE WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING THAT INE EPISODE IT WOUKD BE SO COOL N PRETTY AND I WOULD TRACE THEM ALL THE TIME AND I HOPE IT WOULD HELP HIM SLEEP OR CALM HIM DOWN SOMETIME AHH

BROOOO SHUT UP KISSING YOUR BRAIN RIGHT NOW I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

AND YES !! IN MY HEAD HE NOW ABSOLUTELY HAS LIGHTNING SCARS WOW. YOU ARE SO. WOWOW I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK <333 guys i'm never gonna stop thinking about this everyone say thank you lightning scars anon !!!! THANK YOU LIGHTNING SCARS ANON

i'm completely enamored by the idea that it helps calm him down or even puts him to sleep. i'm a sucker for anything anything anything at all that calms sam, especially enough for it to put him to sleep like. i need to take care of him with my whole soul bro <3

[markiafc]

so it’s been on my mind since u mentioned having hopes for where the spn plot goes, if you haven’t posted them already i would loveee love to hear your thoughts 👀

i've tried answering this off-and-on, then got really busy, then forgot what i was thinking of when i left that comment about possible ends for sammy winchester. i said it when i was watching s2, you sent me this ask when i was watching s3, and i'm answering it now while over halfway into s4.

the bottom line is exactly like what the show is foreshadowing: all the psychic stuff and/or demon blood stuff is only going to escalate, and inevitably, reach a destructive peak wherein sam is no longer himself. he's going to hurt people. or maybe that doesn't happen, but the dark power feels so overwhelming and painful it scars him deeply. forever.

it's primarily because i was so taken by s1e9 home, when sammy first starts having intense and violent visions about his childhood home + s1e14 nightmare where sam connects with the other psychic boy who was abused by his father and uncle. and the sinister nature and origin of their powers starts to really take shape.

at the time, i didn't have all the details i have now - the sordid history between yellow-eyes and the winchester family and the demon blood feeding. i just love the narrative thread where...... there's a really scary, bad, and evil force/agent out there. you've been hurt by it, likely when you were very young. and now you're older, that dark touch manifests as the preternatural.

summer sons' andrew blur, who is a very important person to me, can fall under this umbrella pretty nicely. sammy's blood-feeding reveal.... that was huge for me, it validated the comparisons i made in my head between s1 sammy and andrew. andrew's ghost shit, his ambiguously ominous powers, his connection with the gothic-but-real. (spoilers..?) it stems from him being 12 and forcefully fed human blood. it inducts him into the blood owner's cursed family. the way that metaphor was in summer sons, i connect to spn and sammy. it's not a one-to-one of course, one story just enriches the other and my readings of both.

the other part of this is that sammy winchester is... also like star wars' anakin skywalker. ruby makes a similar reference in s4e9, "sam going dark side", was super exciting for me because it's how i've understood his arc too! he's framed as the evil brother, dean the good brother a la anakin, obi-wan, etc.

and, i mean. anakin's moral character deteriorates, he is increasingly accosted by horrific visions, he's so isolated and pained, he seeks the guidance of the devil. and then vaders out. andrew ultimately secures a better ending for himself, but the road is rough. similar deal, fucked up powers, violent visions and dreams that wound his psyche and his body. he gives in more and more to that dark feeling inside him, can't stop tapping into that power. in another world, one that i think about a lot, it leads to andrew committing suicide. that's the trajectory of it i think, his awful spiral. but his intervention arrives and things change.

i don't know how sam's arc is going to wrap up at the end of s5. but i know more or less the themes, the feelings involved with his narrative because i've been here before. so far i'm getting what i want - sammy playing peekaboo with his demon blood & associated qualities. back and forth with ruby, arguing with dean about it. the visual of sweat + migraines + nosebleeds. the sick and twisted pleasure it gives him to perform these little mind tricks.

i hope it blows up in his face. i hope it wrecks him completely, maybe even beyond repair. i hope sam becomes the biggest, baddest fucker in demon town to a brother who's been to hell. and they argue at each other about it a ton. everyone knows something very bad is waiting to happen to sammy winchester, and i sure hope it does......!!!!!

[zedif-y]

Forcing myself into one but Poly BEST and 2 or 3? They have infected my brain too much 😔

...sammy i think this is another classic case of ImpulseSV Syndrome i am So sorry KDSGJHDSG

Answer: Don't Ship It

What would have made you like it?

i like team BEST, i do . but MAN, bdubs and etho's whole... vibe, thing, really threw the whole "we're a team!" thing into whack, huh . KSDJGHKJSDG THIS ISNT NEG IM JUST SAYING ... so my point is , mmmmaybe they were onto something this season, and bdubs was the problem-- (GETS SHOT)

i love bdubs with my entire heart and soul but bro you just messed up your polycule so bad they made another one without you 😭

or, in other words: (ft. puma, local menace)

[ladymunson]

[hearts401]

What if SammyCEO is right, and also Sammy turns out to be Phone Dude

I keep coming back to this ask bc im assuming sammyceo means he owns fazent? (idk if u mean pizzaplex or 1-6 tho lol)

and I am just imagining this fucking loser like "meh good enough" on the worst thing he could have possibly thought up

[miraclewoozi]

hey what if i have tears in MY EYES, huh. what then. WHAT ARE U GONNA DO ABOUT THAT.

VERSACE ON THE FLOOR. -l.jh

ooh, i love that dress but you won’t need it anymore –

Or, the time you and your homebody boyfriend* decide to just… not go to your dinner plans.

pairing; lee jihoon x fem reader. content; fluff, suggestive (MINORS DNI). established relationship. warnings; relatively warning free (y'all i didn't even swear???) but just in case -- a couple of dorky jokes, reader wears a dress, makeup and heels, making out, undressing. let me know if i've forgotten anything. w/c; 2.4k (apparently i am in my shorter fic era? party.) note; if there's one thing i'm gonna do, no matter what day of the week it is, it's be disgustingly delusional about jihoon. get ur dentists on speedial, it's a tooth rotter (/j). note 2.0; i've had this one in the drafts for so long i had forgotten all about it! but then VOTF came on shuffle a few days ago (and i started thinking about light a flame woozi at the same time, which nearly fucking killed me), so. here we are. enjoy.<3

You don’t go out for dates very often. Not anymore, at least.

When you and Jihoon first got together, he took you out all the time. For dinners, to cocktail bars, to the movies, for walks down the beach, picnics by the river. It didn’t matter where you went as long as it put a smile on your face — all he ever wanted to do was make you feel special. No expense has ever been too great for his favourite girl, after all; he’s always loved to spoil you.

Now several years into your relationship, you’re a real pair of homebodies. Sure, he could take you out for a four course dinner at an expensive restaurant in the middle of the city, or reserve a table at a pretentious cocktail bar that plays slightly too loud music that’s always just to the left of either of your tastes. Then again… He could cook a nice meal for you to have at the apartment you share, where you can make your way through a bottle of bubbles without one of you needing to stay sober to drive home or else risk your lives in a sketchy cab. 

It’s something you’ve talked about several times, and on every occasion, it’s quite apparent that you’re both very happy with the way things are. If anything, it makes it all the more special when he tells you he needs you to keep your weekend free because he’s making plans, and he wants to whisk you away.

Like now, for instance. The hotel suite he’s booked is gorgeous and you’re perched on the edge of the plush bedding, bent over double so that you can properly fasten your shoes while he finishes getting ready in the bathroom. Now and again, you hear a grumble or a click of his tongue float through the ajar door; every time, you feel a smile play at your lips as you shake your head. He never changes. (You’re so glad.)

“Jihoon,” you call to him softly. You can practically see how he’ll be standing – facing the mirror, on his tiptoes to lean over the bathroom counter and get as close to his own reflection as he possibly can. Pouting as his fingers drag through his hair to try and fix the strands in place just a tiny bit better. “Don’t you dare come out here looking like Sonic the Hedgehog. You know the more you play with it, the more annoyed you’re going to get.”

A few seconds later, he emerges, an eyebrow raised in challenge, an amused grin tugging his lips out of their habitual frown. 

(And lo and behold — his hair looks absolutely fine.)

But the second he sees you, whatever witty comeback he was obviously very proud of dies on his lips, and you straighten up with only one of your shoes secured to your foot, the other just slipped on over your toes.

“Wow,” he says, in that soft, deep, quiet way that he does when you’ve really taken his breath away. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows; you see his brow crinkle and his eyes widen, as if he’s trying to see as much of you as he possibly can. “Is that…?”

“Yeah,” you nod proudly, sitting back and smoothing your hands over the dress you’re wearing. “From our first anniversary.”

As his eyes move over you, taking in everything from the way the straps sit on your shoulders to the way the hem lays across your thigh, your own eyes move over him. The top three buttons of his shirt are still unfastened and his tie hangs either side, tucked beneath his collar but not knotted yet. His slacks have been cleanly pressed, a neat, crisp seam running down the front of both legs. Shoes shined to perfection. Expensive watch strapped around his wrist. 

He might just be the most handsome man in the entire world.

“I remember you saying you really liked it, so… I dug it out, special.” 

“You look incredible,” he says. It’s so gentle, so sincere, that you think your heart is about to burst clean out of your chest. Warmth trickles the length of your spine, and it isn’t exactly helped when you realise – only now as he starts to cross the room to get closer to you – that he hadn’t moved an inch since he surfaced from the bathroom almost a full ninety seconds ago.

He shrinks down so he’s rested on both of his knees in front of you, skilful hands moving to help with the shoe you hadn’t managed to lace up yet. every time his fingertips so much as brush against your skin, the electricity in his gentle touches shoots all the way from the point of contact up to your brain and leaves it fogged, impossible to make any sense through the thick clouds of intimacy and adoration. More-so as he smoothly lifts your leg a little and presses his lips once to the inside of your ankle, even foggier still as he trails kisses up the length of your calf towards your knee. 

“Jihoon,” you laugh breathlessly, laying a hand on his shoulder as you feel his tongue press lightly against your skin. He finally sits back on his heels, running his fingers up and down the backs of your legs; he’s successfully managed to hike your dress up a few inches now, too, and he keeps flitting his gaze between your face and your thighs. “We can’t – we’ll be late.”

“We have ages,” he frowns, shuffling closer and trying to bump your knees apart, but you keep your muscles engaged and he doesn’t pull at them that hard, so they don’t budge.

“We have to get there, too,” you remind him. He throws his head back and sighs dramatically. The neckline of his dress shirt seems to open a little more when he looks back at you, drawing your attention down the length of his neck to his bulging chest, and the muscular forearms that he crosses in front of it.

“And this is why we don’t go out.”

“What, because you’re horny all the damn time?” You tease. 

He gently swats at the top of your thigh before soothing it with another small kiss. 

“Because when you look this good, how am I supposed to want to go and eat a steak instead?” 

He grins up at you from the floor, quite clearly delighted with himself for his little gag. You, however, flop back onto the mattress and cover your face with your hands.

“That was so bad,” you chuckle. You’ve been trying for years to not melt to his very specific sense of humour, but it’s all been completely futile. Your reluctant laughs turn to sweet, breathy giggles by the time he lays both his arms across your legs and rests his chin on top of them. You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him; he’s staring up at your face like he thinks he’ll never see anything as beautiful as you for the rest of his life. 

“Maybe… We don’t have to go out for dinner,” he suggests. “Maybe we can stay in tonight, too.”

“Horndog.” You tsk. But you’re not disappointed at the idea of staying in, either, regardless of whether your teasing implies otherwise. “I knew you’d say that.”

“No — really,” he swallows. You aren’t sure if you can feel his heart beating a little faster where his chest is pressed completely against your shins, or if you’re just imagining it. But the tips of his ears are going pink too, so you think it’s safe to trust your intuition on this one. “I mean-… we don’t have to go. I could-…”

He bites the inside of his cheek before he looks down, pressing his forehead against his arms and hiding his face completely.

“I could do it here.”

He says these words quietly. Mumbles them, really. You aren’t sure if you were meant to hear, or if he was just talking to himself. But either way, it has to be worth a shot to find out.

“What do you mean, Ji?”

One, two, three seconds pass. And… Nothing. 

“Hey.”

You bounce your thighs a little so he’s forced to look up at you, and you can see something swimming in his eyes. Something brewing. He sits back from you and pushes a hand through his hair; a few strands lose their stick to the rest of the main body and tumble down over his forehead. Exactly in the way he was trying to prevent. 

“I could just do it here.”

He says this louder. Clearer. With much more finality. You sit up properly, then, both your hands clasped together in your lap. 

“Do what here, baby?”

His eyes find yours and you sit there for a few moments, unwrapping each other's minds with nothing more than a look and a matching pair of gentle — but slightly concerned — smiles. 

He moves one hand down and slips it into the back left pocket of his slacks. You think you can feel the world around you start to slow. 

When he shifts a leg from beneath him so he’s on one knee before you and presents you with a glittering diamond ring, it stops altogether. 

“Jihoon,” you breathe. 

He glances between the ring and you, biting his bottom lip before he speaks. 

“I had it-… I had everything planned.” He laughs, looking away from your face as even more rising heat becomes evident on his own. “Down to the second, even. But just like you always do — just like the first time I saw you, and just like every time since… You threw me a curve ball and… Somehow, you’ve changed everything. But you made it so much better. 

“I think I was supposed to find you, y/n,” Jihoon says. “I don't know what’s up there, what’s in charge of when we meet the people we meet and why we fall in love with the people we fall in love with. but I know that they were really looking out for me the day you came into my life.” 

You can feel your eyes starting to sting at the corners and you will the tears away, desperate not to smudge the makeup you spent so long trying to perfect. You know he’d love you either way — mascara tear tracks and splotchy concealer and all — but… 

“I am so in love with you that sometimes, it really hurts. It hurts because I know that no one’s ever going to come close — about anyone in the world — to feeling the way I feel about you. I feel bad for everyone, a bit. Because you’re not-… you're not with them. You’re with me. But I wouldn’t want any of them to be with you, because-... and… and if you’ll have me, I want you to be with me forever.”

You don't know when you started slowly nodding along to his little monologue, but you definitely are. You’re not sure when you started holding your breath either, but that’s two for two. He looks up at you, expectantly, fluttering his eyelashes and stuttering out a long, deep breath. 

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

Some decisions, you’ve always thought, are made for you at a cosmic level. Your favourite colours. Your favourite foods. Hot and cold weather people. Loving or hating marmite. A predisposition to enjoying scary movies or being the kind of person who hides behind a pillow. 

This is another one of those. You don’t have to think twice about it — you just know. You know because a great unstoppable force managed to squeeze you together at the perfect moment in time; the ever-expanding universe around you has kept you and Jihoon side by side through everything it could possibly throw at you. 

“Yes.”

Of course you want to spend your forever with him. 

The word leaves your mouth in a whisper and everything flies back into motion. The first black droplet rolls down your cheek. His usually so steady hands fumble with yours to slide the ring over your finger. A perfect fit. You’re hurtling through space and time as he gets up off his knees and cups your cheeks, gently pulling you upright and crashing his lips against yours. You stumble into him slightly in your heels; his kiss is more a chaotic clatter of teeth and giddy laughter than perhaps the intense, romantic gesture he was aiming for, but it’s completely, utterly, unequivocally perfect.

Jihoon’s fancy dress shirt creases under your fingers as you ball it into your fists where the top buttons are spread open, pulling him as close as you can, laughter dying down as he loses himself in you and as you lose yourself in him, right back. He swallows all of your gasps and sighs, hands sliding down from your face to the sides of your neck, until he’s resting a palm on each of your shoulders. A single finger slips beneath one of the straps and he pulls it out of the way, down onto your arm, withdrawing from your mouth so that he can press a series of kisses down your cheek and to your jaw instead.

“Ji,” you murmur, tipping your head back and fumbling at the buttons running the length of his torso, trying and failing to get them open. He chuckles, his other hand coming to rest over yours to stop you. You lace your fingers together, feeling him squeeze. Your heart pounds.

“Let's take our time,” he whispers to you, thumb grazing over your collarbone. “Okay?”

All you can do is nod as he kisses lower, and lower, pressing his lips everywhere he can while he’s still standing. Your neck and shoulders feel ablaze, tickling with the heat of the burning stars his mouth paints across your skin. 

“Need-... Ji, you need to-... call… call the restaurant,” you stutter. “Gotta…. we need to cancel…”

The fleeting sting of his teeth against your throat interrupts you and you’re only aware of him reaching behind you to tug the zipper of your dress down when the material falls completely slack..

“In a minute,” he says, helping you walk backwards until your calves collide with the bed behind you once again. He eases you to lie down on the comforter and crawls on top of you, caging you in with both arms, taking hold of your left hand again.

He looks down at the ring on your finger, his entire face breaking into the most brilliant of smiles. Every inch, from the creases at the corners of his eyes to the paling stretch of his beautiful lips. 

“My future wife needs taking care of, first.”

– no you won’t need it no more, let’s just kiss ‘til we’re naked, baby.

hehe thank u sm for reading!! i hope you enjoyed this bc it was a bit special 2 me. likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all, as always, greatly appreciated.<3

[watchyoubloom]

like i’m falling into you | drw x sfk x reader

2K words | all fluff | lots of kissing | title from “honey” by chance emerson | sometimes you want two boyfriends and you want those boyfriends to be boyfriends, okay? and so what?

summary: you and sam cook dinner while you wait for danny to come home. the three of you get a little distracted catching up.

(this is dedicated to @hearts-hunger , my fellow “i want two boyfriends” brainrot haver, mainly bc i love her but also to cheer her up. maddie, ily ❣️) (and a special thanks to @allieisacrybaby for the read through and encouragement to post even though i was nervous! ily forever ❣️)

A/N: a very gentle reminder that this is fiction and does not in any way translate to reality or my actual thoughts on the two pretty best friends this is about. kapeesh?

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“Are you sure I can’t help?” You ask Sam again, watching him chop the veggies you’d picked up from the farmer’s market earlier that day from where you’re perched atop the counter. “I feel bad, just sitting here.”

You and Sam had decided to whip up dinner for when Danny got home from his round of golf. You had already prepped everything else, the timer on the oven counting down, and Sam had taken over prepping the fresh veggies for a salad.

“Nope,” Sam answers you, making sure to put extra emphasis on the ‘p’. He gives you a faux-serious look and points at you with the tip of the knife he’s using. “You already did most of the leg work. Just sit there and look pretty, please.”

“I will try my best,” you fake mild concern, giving him a little salute and earning yourself a wink.

Sam finishes cutting the bell pepper in front of him and sets the knife down, stepping over so he’s in front of you. He eases in between your legs, your knees bracketing his hips, and reaches up to twirl the strand of hair that’s fallen loose from behind your ear around his finger. “And look at you, succeeding already,” he says, his eyes drifting from your own down to your mouth. “You know what sounds good, though?”

You quirk an eyebrow up and dance your fingers along the nape of his neck, having draped your arms across his shoulders the second he got close enough. His hair is thrown up in a loose bun to avoid it getting in his way while he cooks, but there’s the ever-errant strand at his nape, and you twirl it in the same way he’d played with your hair. “What’s that, Sammy?”

“A kiss.” His hands have found your hips and smooth back to your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Closer to him. “Or a few kisses, maybe.”

“Is that right?” You ask, but don’t give him the chance to answer. You cup his face in your hands and draw him to you, and he kisses you sweetly. His hands make their way under your t-shirt, smoothing up your back, and then he grasps your waist, thumbs stroking along your ribcage.

You kiss soft and slow, with no real intent behind except to be close to each other. Sam’s hands wander, as do yours, and your legs wrap around his waist to keep him as close to you as you can.

Neither of you hear the front door open, or Danny’s amused chuckle when he finds you in the kitchen. It’s only when he says, “Oh, hello,” that your brain comes back to Earth long enough to realize he’s home, and you pull your hand from where it had been cupping the side of Sam’s neck to reach for him, continuing to kiss Sammy while you do so.

Danny sets his things down and walks over to the two of you, taking your hand as soon as it’s in reach. He stops once he’s behind Sam, banding his free arm around Sam’s middle and resting his chin on his shoulder.

You pull away from Sam then, a little dazed, and grin when your eyes land on Danny.

“Hi, Dan,” you greet him, pulling your hand from his to cup his face in your palm. You’ve got a hand on each of their cheeks, now, and the way both of your guys are looking at you has your head in the clouds. You lean in and give Danny a quick kiss. “How was golf?”

“Pretty good. Shot two under.”

“Course you did,” Sam says, turning to press a kiss to Danny’s cheek. He pulls back and looks at him for a second, taking in his appearance, before turning back to you. “Someone didn’t wear his sunscreen,” Sam sing-songs softly, telling on Danny, and it’s only then that you finally notice the tell-tale smattering of freckles across his nose, the tint of red across the tops of his cheeks.

“Daniel,” you pretend to be stern, but can’t help but smile when he turns his face and presses a kiss to your palm.

“Oops?” He says, and Sam laughs as Danny tickles his side in retaliation for pointing out his sunburn. “I was gonna wear my hat all day.”

“Would that be the one that’s sitting on your head backwards?” You ask, and Sam laughs again, earning him another squeeze of Danny’s hand at his side. He jolts and giggles a little, but can’t get away with Danny bracketing him against you and your legs still on either side of him. You take pity on him and distract Danny by tracing the pad of your thumb faintly across his cheekbone. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah,” he says, shrugging his shoulder. “Now. Let me in on these kisses, please.”

You oblige immediately, leaning in to press your lips to Danny’s. His free hand, the one not currently resting on Sam’s stomach, joins Sam’s on your hip. You feel their fingers interlock, Danny’s fingers squeezing Sam’s gently. Sam’s other hand is still cupping the side of your face, and he holds you like he’s the one kissing you, holds you like Danny would if it were his hand on your face.

You feel Sam’s lips at your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you pull away from Danny to capture them with your own. Danny copies what Sam was doing, starts littering Sam’s neck, his jaw, the sensitive spot behind his ear with little kisses. After a second, you withdraw and nudge them towards each other, watching as Sam cranes his neck enough to be able to meet Danny’s mouth from over his shoulder.

“Sammy,” you murmur after a moment, your thumb stroking along the side of Sam’s neck. “Come here.”

He thinks you mean for another kiss, which you give him, but then you turn him so his back is to your chest and he’s facing Danny. You hook your chin over his shoulder and kiss his cheek, then turn your gaze to Danny, who’s smiling softly at the two of you.

“There you are,” Danny says, his eyes flitting between the two of you. He copies what you did earlier and takes each of your faces in a hand, his touch gentle and warm. “Missed you guys today.”

“We missed you, too,” you reply, and Sam nods his agreement, your face moving with his as he does, since your cheeks are pressed together. “Maybe we’ll go with you next time.”

Danny’s face lights up, and you know right then that no matter the early hour, the next time he asks you two to join him, you’ll both be there. Neither of you are very good, but every now and then you like to go join him for a round and catcall him while you sip drinks in the cart, or let him try to adjust your swing or explain the types of clubs to you. You know it can feel a bit chaotic when it’s all of you, so you give him the chance to have a serious round most times- going with his dad or uncle or buddies who are actually decent at the game- but it’s still an occasional fun date for the three of you.

Danny’s pressed all the way against Sam’s front, now, and his hands drop down to rest on your upper thighs, bracketing Sam in. “I think that sounds great,” Danny says, and leans in to drop a kiss to Sam’s bottom lip before doing the same to you. “And I’m gonna hold you to it when neither of you wants to get out of bed to get to the course.”

“Could schedule a later tee time,” Sam grumbles, but he’s unable to hide his smile as he says it. His fingers dance up Danny’s chest and he hooks one behind the strip of buttons of his golf polo, the weight of his hand tugging the collar down a bit and exposing the patch of dark chest hair there. Sam’s head is still leaned back against your shoulder, and you kiss him on the cheek again. “Doesn’t have to be at the ass-crack of dawn.”

Danny laughs, not bothering to point out at eight in the morning isn’t quite the ass-crack of dawn. Sam has never loved early wake up calls- considers anything before ten to be too early- and is well known for his tendency to cut off his alarm and roll right back over in bed.

“I’ll see what I can do, Sleeping Beauty,” Danny replies, one of his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face again, thumb stroking across one of Sam’s now slightly pinker cheeks. “Anything else?”

“Don’t think so, no,” Sam replies, as primly as he can muster with the smile still tugging at his lips.

“I have something,” you interject, raising a finger in the air. You turn it and crook it towards you in a come hither motion when Danny’s eyes find yours, and then pucker your lips expectantly.

Sam and Danny both laugh and oblige immediately, with Sam turning his head to kiss your jawline while Danny leans in and presses his soft lips to yours. You reach over Sam’s shoulder to cup the side of Danny’s neck, and feel as Sam leans in to kiss the other side, always an active participant.

Danny takes turns kissing the two of you, soft and sweet and slow, until the timer going off breaks all three of you out of your haze.

“What’s-“ You start, still a little drunk off kisses. The timer beeps again and brings you back to Earth. “Oh.”

“Oh, damn,” Sam says, sliding out from between you and Danny. He looks over his shoulder at you. “Good thing we remembered to set that timer, hm?”

“Mhmm,” you say, watching Sam put on oven mitts and take the dish out to sit on the counter. Danny slides into the spot Sam had been occupying between your legs, leaning down so his elbows are on the counter on either side of your thighs. It puts you at a slight height advantage over him, and you grin, taking his face in both hands and kissing the tip of his nose before pressing your lips to his again quickly. “We were clearly all very distracted.”

“Don’t go getting too distracted again,” Sam replies, a teasing lilt to his voice as Danny pulls you into yet another kiss. You can hear him puttering around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery, and you start to pull away, to slide off the counter and go to help.

You’re stopped by two big hands at your waist, keeping you in place.

“Dan,” you try to say seriously. “Let’s go help Sammy.”

“Yeah,” Sam chimes in from the dining room, where you can hear him setting the plates down on the table. “Come help Sammy.”

“Or,” Danny offers, and his eyes are on you still even though he speaks loud enough for Sam to hear, too. “And hear me out. We let the food cool for a few minutes and Sam gets his cute ass back in here so I can kiss you two some more.”

There’s silence for a beat, and you grin, your eyes dancing from Danny’s mouth to his eyes and back.

Sam appears back in the doorway to the kitchen. “We should wait for it to cool a little, actually…” He flits back over to the two of you, kitchen towel over his shoulder. Danny turns in your arms to face him, leaning back against you, and Sammy points at you, then at Danny. He steps in between Danny’s legs as he does so, and then drops his hands to rest atop your thighs, now on either side of Danny’s body. “But no getting too distracted.”

Danny salutes and you follow suit, nodding solemnly. “Ay-ay, Captain,” you say, and then reach your hand out to Sam. “Now come here, please.”

Sam is more than happy to oblige, taking his turn as the one doling out kisses.

(And when you end up having to reheat dinner in the microwave later that night, nobody really seems to mind.)

[sammylvsfairys]

haven't been much on tumblr lately but I saw u had requests and I was wondering if u could write some Hobie Brown wh a S/O who has like many privileges or is very materialist u know, and this guy be honestly asking himself why the hell is their S/O attractive for them

maybe like talking about something like their new clothes or something that makes hobie go like ???girl???????? (or whatever the gender u choose)

HAVE A GOOD DAY ILY SAMMY

pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship.

warnings: reader wears make up, kinda bimbo/himbo!reader??? english is not my first language !!

a/n: HAVE A GOOD DAY ILY TOO !! i luv hobie sm ☹️💞

requests are currently open !

hobie's brain couldn't wrap itself around what the hell he was doing in that place. he'd known y/n for a few months, and initially, they seemed like the most materialistic person he knew. unfortunately, he hadn't been wrong.

y/n's room was... different. it had imported silk sheets and more pillows than bills in hobie's wallet.

yet, there he was, sitting on that bed, waiting for y/n to finish applying makeup.

"hobie darling, do you think i should wear blush?" y/n asked with a smile, their high-class accent evident in their voice.

"you're gonna end up blushing anyway," hobie muttered, not paying much attention. his gaze shifted to his partner's closet. "are so many shoes really necessary?"

"of course they are! they're louis vuitton, even asking is offensive," y/n said disappointed, but their expression changed when they remembered something. "you know what! i bought a new jacket, and it's so cute!" y/n moved to their wardrobe with an excited smile.

hobie could only sigh; he couldn't understand how he was so hopelessly in love with someone as materialistic as y/n.

"look, it's from vivianne westwood! so punk."

hobie clicked his tongue. "i really don't know if that..."

"yeah, no, don't try to correct me on fashion."

[uncouth-the-fifth]

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

read it on ao3. masterlist.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing. 

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter. 

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter. 

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

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[inkynightmaresau]

[HIYA! I'm not dead!!! But I have a lot of important things to say below the cut!!!!]

OKAY. as you guys know, this blog has been dead since.. sammys birthday. even before then. sorry guys :(

the reason why: I GOT MORE INTO BENDY. I DONT KNOW HOW THAT MADE MY BATIM ASK BLOG GO INTO HIATUS. I WAS DRAWING EVERY DAY... but. BUT!! it was not our beloved inky characters. It Was Pre-Cycle. ((oopsies))

looking back onto this blog, i need you guys to understand I made it with no story in mind, and thus everything was a mess. I was makin stuff up as i went. and then the craziest thing happened (delusional attatchment to wally franks + memories attatched to it... soo. uh yeah)

look, this blog isnt gonna disappear. BUT. im gonna pull a sneaky on you all and instead of doing that week-long event i said i would, i'm just gonna restart it from the beggining. HOWEVER!! everything will still be here! I'm gonna try to attatch links on all of the current things and get things sorted so that it's cleaner, because all of my old (and very very icky) drawings are gonna be archived. NOT REMOVED. they will still be here, but you won't be able to reblog them because... just. ew. lmao

now that im not completely angst-ridden, and my art style has vastly improved, i actually have a plan for the inky nightmares au! however, it's going to take a completely different turn- new characters, wally isnt bendy anymore, kana (unfortunately) isn't a part of the story, etc etc. it won't be canon compliant (as... it's an au,) but it'll have a whole lotta things changed! i hope you guys enjoy what i have planned, and i hope you'll bear with me while i give this blog an almost COMPLETE make-over!!

thank u guys so much for reading, ik that was a lot, ily all have a good day muahmuahmuah have some cookies🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

[prentissluvr]

thinking of being sam’s twin actually imagine how fun it would be. dean loves you both but the two of you together is so annoying bc you team up against him but still follow his lead anyways. you and sam being research buddies and telling each other everything it would be so fun

i just love thinking about any winchester!sibling things and i think being twins with sam would be an especially interesting dynamic, i love it a lot!! but yeah you'd totally gang up on dean alllll the time and omg if either one of you sided with dean on anything the other would be SO OFFENDED LMAO.

guess who blabbed their little mouth of once again! me lol :)

i do wonder if having each other would make either one of you a little less likely to always follow dean's lead when one or the other is maybe questioning his decisions (because let's be real he makes some. odd decisions sometimes lmao he's silly). you'd both totally follow he'd lead very often because that's the family dynamic for sure, but i think certain things that dean doesn't want (like sam leaving for stanford) would be a little bit easier or more supported with you around.

anyways uGH research buddies with sam is so cute <3 and just being able to completely confide with each other whenever something is up. like i think there's lots of reasons why dean and sam have trouble talking about emotions etc but i think that you and sam would be comfortable talking about anything and everything because you spent so much time alone together growing up. like all there was to do was to talk to each other, so it's really natural now.

i just like this implications of sam having someone there who's on an equal playing field with him / him having someone constant who isn't dean or john around as he grows up though like <333 and just him having a friend. obviously i don't think you could have a "normal" relationship and you'd most likely be extra codependent LOL but in canon sam doesn't have anyone who he's basically equal with. with you as his twin, you do everything together, talk about everything together, learn everything together, start hunting at the same time, aren't hunting at the same time, both learn how to do the research aspect best etc etc and i think that would make sam's childhood decently less miserable lmao. plus is just an adorable and sweet dynamic to think about. like you're just bestest friends and (often) it's a really good thing for the both of you to have each other around (i want to think about the soft aspects of this but ugh i think that the angst could be soooo good and interesting too lolol)

[razypie]

hello rie ~

I just wanted to say that I think you’re amazing and ILY!!

I’m really grateful to how you’re always so supportive and your posts, comments and reblogs always make my day a little brighter!

I was wondering if you have an HCs or Idea about how the situation in Jinyoungs basement is like? Maybe a small conversation between Daniel, Samuel and Johan?

I hope you have a wonderful day!!💖💕💓

heya ying! you're actually the first one to drop an ask here tysmm 😭

aww thank you so much for your kind words~ ily tooo you're like one of my first friends here 🥺❣️

also, i think you guys who are always active in the fandom posting hcs and fanfics deserve appreciation so i take my time commenting to show it hehe and yeah, i usually don't write headcanons and just publish crack posts because that's all im good at lol but since ily, imma do my best. 🤗🤗

i had fun writing these, btw. i hope you like it! 💓💓

~

A Glimpse in Jinyoung Park's Basement (Headcanons)

most of these are scenarios and in Jinyoung's POV

Being a madman of a scientist Jinyoung Park is, he kept himself busy and always cooped up inside his lab.

He's probably spending most of his time formulating drugs and injecting them to his newfound guinea pigs, namely:

Daniel: the mysterious guy Eugene brought to him. He was shocked to discover his body's completeness and continued to inject drugs into him to test his limits. But ever since finding his secret about his two bodies, he decided to leave him in deep sleep (as shown in the webtoon). This is to probably wake up his other body (little Daniel) since he kept this body awake for too long. His other body might die of fatigue.

Next was Johan: He'd be unconscious the entire time (a well-deserved rest for the poor guy who's been soloing for too long) and if ever he wakes up, it'd just be for a short time and Jinyoung would probably go easy on him because he sees that he wasn't "smiling" and didn't attempt to smooth talk him like Daniel did. So he wasn't that harsh on him and just gave him sleep shots and pain relievers. He'd probably notice his right eye, too. and oh my god, I think Jinyoung Park might be able to cure his eyes 🥹😭😭 (yes im rly holding on to that pls daddy jinyoung i believe you're rly a nice guy 🥺)

On the other hand, Samuel 💀💀: Poor kid constantly triggers Jinyoung's sadistic tendencies to the point of using "toys" to basically toy with him. 💀 The scene where he screamed when he woke up in the lab probably pissed off Jinyoung and gave him a bad impression (the old man's p sensitive lol). Because of that, he's now getting most of Jinyoung's wack test drugs 🥹 (rip sammy big F)

The mad scientist seems to know the workings of body switching, based on his reaction to Daniel. So, it's either he knows one with the same case, or he might be even one of them too, or... he's the one responsible for the "switching between two bodies" phenomenon (a failed experiment, perhaps?)

Jinyoung also mentioned how he hated smiling when he talked to Daniel: he could be referring to a person's optimism/carefreeness (prolly consciousness or sanity too), he hated how people are breezily living their life without worries, unlike him who suffered all his life living on edge struck with anxiety (i might also just be overthinking that scene lol).

Although, Jinyoung had some sane moments when he'd sit down and talk to himself/to his three unconscious labrats. He goes on and on about his good ol' days in their fist gang: armwrestling with Gapryong, zooming around Seoul with their driver, Noh Bakgu, and keeping in touch with them and their fist's other members.

He talked about how he was filled with joy after receiving the news of Gapryong finally having a child with his wife--and how he proudly told how he closely resembled him.

He talked about how he would've loved to meet his mini version, and talk about life after they disbanded.

But hearing about his found brother's assassination devastated him, how it remained a mystery all these years kept him awake at night. He's had intrusive thoughts on who might've killed their leader, and they took a severe toll on his mental stability.

Jinyoung, through Noh Bakgu and Choi Bongae, was able to convene all their remaining members to help him out crack the unsolved case.

He's also heard of Chungcheong's 1st Gen King, Kwak Jichang, who offered his and his gang's hand in the investigation. He wants to personally meet him to show his gratitude for his aid.

Aside from gang stories, he would share some of his personal life too: what his childhood dream was (to become a community doctor), how his life was like outside fights, and meeting the only woman he ever loved, but eventually had to give her up to his childhood friend so that she won't get roped into gang wars.

His ramblings and storytelling usually end up with him getting stressed and agitated at the memory of Gapryong's death, which would activate his unhinged state.

His trigger word is obviously "ELITE" lol mine's ch*rles cho* we twinning

But if any of them is awake tho, Samuel, most of the time, he'd ask more about how Gapryong was like in their younger years (yeah he's still gapryong's #1 fangirl duh) which makes his ramblings a lot longer, easing his stress/anger levels... up until he gets ticked off by Samuel's cocky attitude and subjects him to more of his ruthless experiments.

(he's actually glad he at least has an audience for his stories, it lightens up the burden he'd been carrying)

HE CURES JOHAN'S EYES I MANIFEST 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

He's a clean freak, a germophobe. So when he saw Samuel's doodled sketch pad of a body, it irked him. He didn't want to keep him in his lab, but he had no choice. Jinyoung's annoyance grew more when he opened his mouth.

90% certain Jinyoung purposely didn't wrap Samuel's nether regions with the restraint strap to torture his balls with how freezing the aircon temp is (in hopes of toning down his bitchyness). 💀💀

Bonus HCs for when when Allied Crew + Jake infiltrate the 1st Affiliate

Daniel, Johan, and Samuel would have a conversation, most likely when Jinyoung Park isn't in the lab and forced to deal with the trespassers.

All three of them are bald by that point. 😭😭

Johan would be the first one to wake up (being the one who suffered the least. talk about Jinyoung picking favorites 😤😤)

He wakes up Daniel and Samuel.

Little Daniel had passed out during a fight inside the First Affiliate premises. He shot his eyes open and immediately squinted at the huge blinding lights above him. Finally, he woke up in his other body.

Of course, Daniel has already formulated a plan to escape.

Daniel: thank GOD this body is still alive. *faces the other two* johan? samuel? i don't know why they locked you two up down here too but im glad that you are both alive. and I have a plan how to get out of here, so let's g--

Johan and Samuel, in unison: you're bald.

Daniel, seeing his reflection in one of the steel tables: WHAT THE HELL??

Daniel: you guys are the one to talk though. you're bald as eggs too.

Samuel: yeah no shit kid i was awake when that sadist doctor fucking shaved my head. no need to remind me of the trauma.

Johan: oH FUCK… I-I'M BALD!?

Daniel: what's the matter, johan?

Johan, in tears: MOM WOULD FUCKING KILL ME.

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i-- sorry some of these are just unserious. i just had to 😭

[thnksfrthmmrs]

I just wanted to let you know that Sammy has become my Blorbo from my dash. You post gifs of him smiling, and i smile.

asks like this make me smile so much because it honestly kinda flatters me that people have just started to love the guy i’m putting all over their dash and are appreciating him just because i love him. it’s just sweet. you’re sweet. ily

[joelslegalwhre]

If you ever want or need anything Pedro; craftersassembled is where you want to go!!!

Sammie is the sweetest soul ever and has the best products (and packaging) you could ever ask for! It took longer than expected to get the case ready to ship so she gave me this perfect keychain for free, are you kidding me??? She’s so nice, so don’t be shy to ask her anything! The case usually isn’t available outside the us on her etsy so I just asked if it was possible for me anyway and voila!

Show her shop some love if you ever need stickers, phone cases, etc!🩷 (tell her I said ily and hi and slayyy lmao, no seriously i love her😭😂)

[themarshmallownerd]

The End and the Beginning

Summary: In another time, on another Earth, the world was divided in two by the catastrophic mistakes of a powerful demigod. A hundred years later, a runaway fugitive, Natalie, unwittingly sets into motion the events of an ancient prophecy that foretells the Earth will finally be reunited again through the powers of love and hope.

Relationships: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio; minor Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor; minor Van Palmer/Taissa Turner

Ratings: Mature (M) for canon-typical violence and language

Link: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: I know, I know I have a handful of other projects to finish, and I have definitely not forgotten about them! That being said, the show Yellowjackets has completely taken over my brain in the past few months, and this particular AU practically possessed me a few weeks ago. So here is my humble offerings to the LottieNat fandom, a Razia's Shadow AU that absolutely no one asked for!

Thanks as always to my friend @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney for indulging my ideas, and all the different versions of this AU I've always wanted to do! ily

Preview: "Propped up against a short stack of identical siblings, there was a blue book with a portrait of the faceless Spirit of the Wilderness on the cover. The same portrait she used to seek out in the library back home.

Upon stepping up to the stand for a closer look, she found it wasn’t exactly the same as the version of the book back home. The cover was a lighter shade of blue, more reminiscent of the Light Kingdom’s sky, and the detailing was done in silver as opposed to gold. The text, however, looked to be the same as Natalie carefully skimmed through some of the pages. Even the illustrations were the same, aside from the silver coloring.

She tilted the book around to show the cover to the saleswoman. “How much for this one?”

Despite her time spent in the Light Kingdom, she still half-expected to be met with disdain for indulging in fantastical stories, the same way Javi was usually scoffed at back in the Dark Lands.

The bookseller, however, only grinned widely at the cover. “Oh, the World Genesis Tale,” she said, voice thick with affection. “Sammy—my boy, he always favors those stories the most.”

“Yeah,” Nat replied, turning the cover back around to look at how the Spirit’s portrait glittered beneath the light of the sun as opposed to meager table lamps. “Mine did too…”

The woman sold the book for whatever was left in Natalie’s pocket. It wasn’t much, but the seller seemed genuinely grateful for the patronage.

At first, Nat went to put the book into the satchel she had brought with her, alongside her other purchases. Yet, at the last minute, she decided against it, wanting to carry the book in her arms instead. Something about hugging it to her chest balmed her soul, made the book’s presence feel more tangible. It reminded her that it was there, that a version of the same stories she once shared with her favorite pupil now belonged to her.

It was like a piece of her homeland had followed her over the divide.

For all its faults, the Dark Lands was her home once. She couldn’t help but miss it sometimes. She missed Javi following her around, asking her more and more questions about the world as he warmed up to her more with each passing day. She missed Travis contesting her on trivial things that never really mattered in the grand scheme of things, keeping her wit sharp in the process. She even missed the darkness itself. At night, when she retired to her room at the inn, she would always draw the curtains over the window closed, casting a layer of shadow over herself as she slept.

It didn’t completely cure her homesickness, but it did offer a temporary solace at least.

Now, she had her book of genesis fables, too. Hopefully, it would also help with those bittersweet moods of nostalgia. She already felt comforted by the familiarity of the Spirit’s face—or rather, lack thereof—as she peeked down at the cover in her arms once more.

The Spirit…

Natalie hadn’t realized that as her mind wandered, her feet had begun to as well, carrying her past the marketplace street and into the neighboring meadow that painted the threshold between the City and the surrounding woodlands. When she finally glanced up to see where they had led her, she gasped at the sight that greeted her.

The Spirit is real?

As she processed the sight before her more fully, she realized that—of course—that wasn’t true. Rather, it had been a trick of perspective from where she was standing.

Across the ways from her, at the very edge of the treeline that marked the starting place of the woods, another figure was standing amidst the grassy expanse of land. From Natalie’s vantage point, it looked like they possessed a great crown of antlers branching out from either side of their head.

However, in the next few heartbeats, the figure shifted in their place, revealing the antlers to be from an actual deer that happened to be standing behind them. In fact, there were deer surrounding the figure on all sides, grazing on the grass as if their human companion wasn’t even there.

The figure’s voice sounded like a woman’s. What exactly she was saying was lost in the several yards of space between herself and Natalie, but her tone sounded as soft as the shade of pink in her long, draping gown. The fabric pooled around her as she knelt down amidst the circle of deer, offering her hand out to the smallest of the bunch. A thin, tentative fawn that was half the size of the others, with fading white spots lining the sides of its body. It stumbled over to the stranger with a high-pitched bleat that Natalie could hear even across the distance between them.

“It’s alright,” Natalie heard as she drifted closer. She watched as the fawn also ambled closer to the stranger, its short muzzle sniffing at the long waves of midnight hair that spilled over her shoulder. “You’re alright. I know—I know it’s a little different. But it will help keep you strong.”

The fawn hesitated only a moment more before shoving its tiny nose into the palm of her hand, lapping up whatever she was offering.

“There you are,” the stranger cooed her encouragement. “See? Just because it’s different doesn’t mean it’s harmful. You just have to have trust. And, who knows?”

For a heartbeat, the fawn stopped snuffling against her palm to look up, as if actually listening to her words.

“Maybe you’ll even grow to like it. Just because you can get by now, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to search for something better. Sometimes, even people struggle with that. Even me.”