#and jean’s like idk i was homeschooled

[jeanmoreaue]

*watching Rugrats in Paris*

Jeremy: did they have a giant lizard dinosaur robot when you were there

Jean: it’s certainly possible

LMAO Jean’s like

[dayurno]

i just saw what you reposted about kevin being the problem child of doomed homoerotic relationships and nora saying that’s something kevin would do we already have solid proof of jean and basically all of aftg to prove he’s a siren to troubled men do u have any hc about how that happened? especially with kandrew i love them sm they’re truly one of my favorite aftg pairs but like in the question i always assumed it was andrew but now ik it’s kevin it almost makes it better idk?!? like a desperately devoted andrew plus being hopelessly in love with kevin and he obviously was doing it to andrew and neil but imagine if on a smaller scale it was also the rest of the foxes?? but also i can’t tell if he truly was the problem child or just extremely sheltered from and didn’t know how to interact with people so when he’s direct and earnest they fall in love on the spot  

I REALLY DONT KNOW AT ALL................... i think part of it is kevin being earnest and open about it in a way someone who hasnt been raised in a cult Wouldn't be but it's just really also. the kind of people he's doing it to.... i mean jean at the point he met kevin he'd been homeschooled with violent parents his only friend was his sister and then again jean was literally raising her on his 13 year old shoulders. and then kevin looks at him, and smiles at him, and asks to learn french, and says "i don't want to lose you". has anyone told jean that before???????? has there been anyone, ever, to say you are something worth keeping? you are something i can't lose? YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND. it's not just that kevin is a problem child it's that he chooses to say these things when you have literally no way to defend yourself

and the same for andrew are you crazy........ you're worth it. DO YOU UNDERSTAND...... has anyone ever told andrew that before? you're worth the trouble? i won't give up? i'll stay right here even if you fumble and kick and scream and refuse to play with me? I MEAN IT'S SERIOUSLY SICK. it's sick. it's horrible. he's so earnest. why is he like this. no wonder andrew was fighting wars and pulling knives this is the first time someone looked him in the eye and said no matter what you do i'm Not going to give up on you. and then he didn't even when andrew was a real fucking cunt about it. should we all just explode.

[andrewmsaidso]

i don’t get the whole “english is my 3rd language” thing with jean. cus like he’s french right. so obv french is his first, we assume japanese is his second, and english came last. but uhh, if jean only learned english when he got to america, wouldn’t he have an american accent?? idk don’t ppl mimic the accent of their teacher when they’re learning a new language??

and if he knew some english before he left france, then yeah ok the accent makes sense cus he was probably taught it in a french accent. but that would make english his second language, not his third???

so am i completely wrong abt the accents thing (i can only speak 3 after all)?? or is jean actually a polyglot and he knows a bunch of languages, even if it’s just a little from each, growing up secluded from the world, homeschooled and all —he probably had time to indulge yk… marseille is a major port city 🤷‍♀️

[kevinsdsy]

Same anon as the yeppers Shawn one, I have some more stuff I think Shawn would would do (this might happen periodically if you dont mind. SO many thoughts about AFTG and how they speak, and if i have any about shawn i might continue to send them ur way <3)

Weirdly enough I was thinking about it and lowkey I feel deep down in my soul that Shawn would know the swear words (and only the swear words) of a bunch of languages. He’s monolingual, but he knows the raunchiest swear words, and when he and Jean start getting closer he like especially starts learning French ones. This is just another reason for why he needs to have so much press training lol. It eventually gets to the point where he starts pulling out words that Jean doesn’t know 💀 Jean has to start carrying around a French dictionary or smth LMAO 

Maybe this is bc shawn asks Neil to teach him some (shawn + neil would be uncontrollable i fear. The media loves them, their teams fear for their lives every time they open their mouths lmaoo), and because Neil was a teenager (on the run from the MAFIA) in both Montreal AND France he’s absolutely loaded. Canadian and French swear words are different due to more religious influence in Quebec (not francophone ((nor quebecois OR french)), so i dont know all of the differences between quebecois french and france french tho btw), so there’s a high chance that Jean probably wouldn’t be familiar with Canadian ones. Tbh there’s a high chance Jean wouldn’t be familiar with some of the more inappropriate French ones due to the fact that he was so young when he had to leave France 😭😭 or he might have forgotten them because they aren’t in use anymore. Also in TSC it says briefly that he was homeschooled (lowkey forgot about this for a quick sec), so I think he would’ve been pretty sheltered? Wait that took a sad turn but anyways I’m picturing something like this:

Shawn: do u ever just: tabarnak❗or is it just me

Jean: What 

Shawn: omg. 

Shawn: **sacré bleu 

Jean: ??

Shawn: sorry doing a little victory dance. Not me outsmarting a French man at his own game??? Checkmate, putain! 

Jean: ok well I know THAT one

I hope this made sense (idk if half the things i say make sense) and have a good day :) (or night idk your time zone but its like 2 oclock for me <33)

HII OMG i love having you in my inbox and getting to hear about your shawn headcanons fr omg so you're more than welcome to come back hehe

him knowing curse words in multiple languages is actually SO FUNNY to me especially him going out of his way to learn french ones so he can drop them around jean LMAOOO and jean being lost on them 😭 i think he would go out of his way to learn every french curse word to ever exist, just so he won't havw to put up with shawn knowing something he doesn't SHSGDHG

ALSO SHAWN + NEIL MENTION FROM YOU- i need to have some banter between them in my upcoming summer olympics socmed au omgg i think that'd be fun.

thank u for sharing omg it totally made sense hehe <333 (also omg feel like all the oomfs are from different time zones because it's 9 pm for me...)

[miidnighters]

today i am thinking abt callisto and how drastically things changed for her pre/post accident

like. pre accident, she was homeschooled by her father (and had been her whole life) bc she was having pretty normal childhood outbursts of magic. Two loving parents. Life is good.

And then post-accident, not only was she in the hospital for probably months, dealing with the death of her father, she then had to be enrolled in public school for the first time because her mother couldn't take over homeschooling (in the sense that she's not a good teacher, even if she wasn't still in the clutches of her own grief). She's mostly got a handle on her magic by now, but I imagine there's still flare-ups, especially given she gets picked on! Quite a bit! She'll wear jeans and long sleeves every day even when it's getting warm but she still has to change with the other girls for gym and it's not like the scars are subtle. Not to mention, she can't be in cars so if ever she does get invited out somewhere, it's not like she can go.

IDK. I just feel like it would have taken some time post-high school to get herself out of that mindset of having to hide (and part of it is becoming more confident in her side spell business).

Plus, for a bonus hurt: Whenever Callisto thinks about the accident, she's glad that her father was deaf because it meant that he didn't have to hear her scream.

[whatinthe-greenbeans]

1-98 ask game

Im not gonna answer some of them just cause 1- I’m lazy, and 2- I couldn’t think of an answer. I’ll just put N/A (no answer) for those ones

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Mugs definitely, I love mugs. Teacups are a close second though, those are pretty cool.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubble gum (this also depends on what brand of bubble gum though)

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was homeschooled so idk

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda cans/bottles, whatever the soda originally came in basically

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Grunge or goth

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones 100%

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows, movies are too much commitment

9. favorite smell in the summer?

This is oddly specific, my mind is blank

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Again, homeschooled. I’ve never done p.e.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

A bowl of cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

“More unnamed vibes ✨🕺”

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Skittles

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The kite runner was really good. I also loved when we read Shakespeare

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

It depends which part of my body hurts that day

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

combat boots

18. ideal weather?

When it’s really sunshiney right after it rains

19. sleeping position?

On my side

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Notes app or google docs if I’m on my laptop

21. obsession from childhood?

✨dinosaurs✨

22. role model?

N/A

23. strange habits?

I have a lot of habits but I wouldn’t say any of them are strange or out of the ordinary? I’m sure there’s something but I can’t think of it right now

24. favorite crystal?

N/A

25. first song you remember hearing?

Idk man that was too long ago for me to recall. Probably some Katy Perry or something??

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Old lady activities- but outside (reading, crocheting, etc but it’s in the sun so it’s 10x better)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Old lady activities still but it’s inside because cold

28. five songs to describe you?

That requires way more thinking and self awareness than I posses. Ask pyxy maybe they know

29. best way to bond with you?

Literally just hang out or hold an interesting conversation with me

30. places that you find sacred?

N/A

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

I dunno, probably jeans and a cool shirt ?? (I wear the same things every day)

32. top five favorite vines?

I LIKE A LOT OF THEM HOW SHOULD I PICK???

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Probably me yelling ‘KYEL’

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

🕺 Avocados from Mexico 💃🏼

35. average time you fall asleep?

Like how many times per day? Once a night, I don’t nap. If we’re talking how long it takes me to fall asleep then it’s more like an hour+ of laying in bed and staring at the ceiling

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some of these questions are really challenging my memory

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

N/A

41. last person you texted?

@pyxy-styx

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

I do not like scented soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy but I also like sci fi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

T shirt and leggings /pajama pants

47. favorite type of cheese?

All of the above

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A peach?? Idk

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

N/A (I can’t think of any rn but I’m sure there is some)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Watching someone else laugh so hard that water came out of her nose

51. current stresses?

I have a concert coming up soon but I think we’ll be fine

52. favorite font?

Times new Roman (I don’t use a lot of fonts, this one is nice though)

53. what is the current state of your hands?

I’ve colored all over them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

N/A

55. favorite fairy tale?

Dude most of the original fairytales are pretty gruesome, they’re all really cool

56. favorite tradition?

My family is boring we don’t really have specific traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Oh boy do you wanna know (N/A)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Creative ability in general, specifically with music and crafts like crocheting or sewing. Ig I would also consider my fixation and knowledge on psychology and brain stuff a talent.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Gaslight Gatekeep Kivenboss

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

N/A (I haven’t watched any anime so)

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“But before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a persons conscience” -Atticus Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

62. seven characters you relate to?

Nimona(Nimona), hiccup haddock(HTTYD), Charlie spring(Heartstopper), Peter Parker(specifically the Tom holland MCU spider man), Anne Shirley(Anne of green gables), Katie Mitchell(Mitchell’s vs. the Machines). Kinda basic characters but idc.

63. five songs that would play in your

club?

All the gay songs

64. favorite website from your childhood?

I wasn’t really on the internet as a ki

65. any permanent scars?

Yeah

66. favorite flower(s)?

Marigolds and carnations are really pretty

67. good luck charms?

N/A

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I’m not typically picky when it comes to the flavor of things, nothing comes to mind that I just really hated the flavor of.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Pretty much everything I know about cannibalism

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything that has so much going on it overloads my brain

72. worst subject?

The one I’m worst in is probably any type of history but I don’t hate any subjects

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I dislike weird flavor combos in general so I can’t think of any I like

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I could probably get up to a pain level of like 5 or 6 and not even really notice just cause I suck at noticing what’s going on with my body. Pain meds also just don’t really work well for me, so I rarely take any

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I think I was six, almost seven probably?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

French fries 🫶🫶

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I know nothing about plants. I think plants with vines hanging out of the windowsill would look cool though

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID. I have a horrible rbf in my license photo

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

I grew up saying fireflies but lighting bugs is so much cooler

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie

85. fairy tales or mythology?

I don’t know much about mythology but it’s cooler so I pick mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

87. your greatest fear?

I don’t actually know

88. your greatest wish?

My father dies (/hj)

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Your mom

90. luckiest mistake?

N/A

91. boxes or bags?

Depends what I’m putting in them

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

lamps and other alternative lighting over the big lights any day

93. nicknames?

My legal name + the nickname that goes with it (I hate these), my preferred name + nickname of my preferred name, kiven, plus whatever random crap my friends come up with

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr (im a mobile user, tragic I know) or Spotify

96. desktop background?

A drawing of a rainy day

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

All in all it’s around eight

98. favorite historical era?

The renaissance was pretty cool. Industrial Revolution era is also really fascinating

This took way too fucking long to do but here it is

[punkrogue]

Any other X-Men couples you think should break up for good or potential ones that could be a good match for each other? Personally, I'm always happy when Lorna is away from Alex and Jean is dating someone that isn't Scott or Logan.

SO LATE TO REPLY TO THIS i wanted to just take a moment to Brood on it and then it was 80s years later but that's the adhds for ya B)

okay SO

I love scott/jean-- do not like they are back together again. stop that.

i agree that logan/jean is a No and lorna/alex has just run it's natural course. honestly i can't think of too many ships off the top of my head that i'm just like "please let this die" about atm. like the only other ones i can think of are like, kurt/amanda and kitty/piotr but those are both currently dead anyway.also i don't like any betsy ships but also i don't like betsy. or hank. so like idk actually the time they dated is perfect. handcuff them together so they can't ruin anyone else. oh ALSO -- kurt/megan i don't like it stop flirting with this idea stop doing it in aus stop.

as for ships with potential:

namor/jean -- if you've read x-men red you'll get it. quentin/evan (gensis) -- nothing about either of them is straight and their cringe balances well remy/joanna (frenzy) -- it's just hot. that's science remy/bishop -- it's practically canon honestly quentin/hope -- i said what i said. i like the feral edgelord vs homeschooler energy. they'd both think someone falling down the stairs is funny. iara (sharkgirl)/evan (gensis) -- it's just good. namorita/jono (chamber) -- i will not elaborate. amara/alani -- good vibes tho i haven't read a lot for either of them lol idie/broo -- I SAID WHAT I SAID. jean/ororo -- it's practically canon. jean/wanda -- someone i know in the namor server is into this and it's like seeing the face of god it's Very Good. alison/kurt -- they both teach preforming arts at the school and it's upsettingly horny which is objectively hilarious. rogue/pietro -- if i cannot have rogneto i'll take this bc they actually have some really nice vibes and get along well. namora/scott -- i will not elaborate. ororo/callisto -- IT'S BASICALLY CANON rogue/sam -- hillbilly4hillbilly romance iara (sharkgirl)/julian -- julian gives off "i like monster girls with strong personalities" energy and i'm a diehard iara stan so i think she deserves like 80 boyfriends. namorita/victor von doom -- I WILL NOT ELABORATE.

that's what i can think off of the top of my head + a lil scanning of some character lists to remind myself of who's even a Thing. i personally wish i had like, a strong fanon ship for kurt but i just don't. i know there are some out there like kurt/logan and kurt/piotr which have been big for decades but i just -- like there's no potential logan or piotr ships on my "could be good list" here bc i just don't wanna see them with anyone sdgsdfgfd. i also wish i had more options for rogue and namor but kldjfshgfkljsdghsdkjl marvel fucking hates them and so much writing around them and their relationships is Cursed as is so there's not really a lot of material to work with sdfgsdgds.

[wackytheorist]

Oooo thanks for the tag :D

~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

Private sorry

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Chocolate all the way!

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

I use wacky or violet(and literally any shade of purple that exists) online but feel free to call me Viola(the closest thing to my irl name lmao)

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Ballad of a Homeschooled girl- Olivia rodgrigo

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

Ig character headcanons and situations about the hc count?

😏 Are you on discord?

Yep :D

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

Just some basic ol' earrings

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

Their Personality <3

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Idk probably the one with fruits in it

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

I have a dog irl so defiantly a dog person

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Headphones

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"Wait a second" <- I talk to myself

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

Your nails grow quicker in summer

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Night owl(it is currently 2 am )

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

Bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Yepp

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants all the way

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

I don't like starbucks so water

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

Neon green my behated

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

Life is Priceless

☕ Coffee or tea?

Coffee

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Dodos

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

I don't remember actually

🌴 Desert island item?

Coconutss

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Irl? This is hard but probably "there's nothing wrong here nothing at all just enjoy your stay"

🔮 What’s your dream job?

Musician + Biologist

💙 Relationship status?

Single and NOT ready to mingle 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

Anything cozy :D

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

Yep!

🤎 What color is your hair?

Black with a white highlight

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

Way to much

💄 Do you wear makeup?

Only sometimes

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

Idk

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@.everyone!

Tagging(No pressure)

@iminyourbookshelf @semifontos @lilghostlettuce @ultra-raging-ghost @ethertheaether

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[silvermistcosmos]

HELP you’re just like me😭 i had a job interview too like a month ago ??? and i was happy i didn’t get hired because i’d have hated it there sm</3 but manifesting for you bff!! you got this and i hope you do get hired in that place you want🫂

omg home schooled?:0 have you been home schooled all your life?? (it’s okay if you don’t want to answer this question) but yay! hope you still have fun in your last year of hs💙

ohhh god i do stan a lot of groups JHSKSOS 😭 most of them are 3rd gen groups, and i’ve been lately getting into new jeans too hekwjs, but my absolute favorites are nct and enha! my bias for nct is jeno, sungchan and yuta^^ and for enha it’s mainly heejay lol. i also like khh and kr&b a lot, so i like heize, gemini, dpr, sunmi etc etc.

what about you bub?? i see you have a hoon pic so i’m assuming he’s your enha bias??

— 🐰

ahhhh okay wow, why do we do this to ourselves hahaha and thank you!! I'm starting work at the place I wanted to on the 18th of this month so~ I'm super excited to start working again hehe I hope you can find a job you love soon!! <33

yussss, I've been homeschooled my entire life. I did go to a co-op for a couple years but I have never been public schooled. I'm pretty thankful for that to be honest. I don't know, lots of crazy things are happening in schools nowadays... Plus I can work at my own pace and sleep in all I want hahaha

I've actually never heard of khh or kr&b before. I'll have to go look them up 👀 but that's so relatable!! Jay was my first bias in Enhypen! I just loved/love his attitude so much! He's so funny!

hmmm, sooooo my ults are enhypen and bts right now. Bts was the first group I was introduced to in kpop so I think I'll always have a soft spot for them. buuuut i listen to a lot of groups and soloists ahah um DKB is so good!!! I looooveee their songs and i love their personalities so much!! so good, if you don't know who they are, I highly recommend! I also listen to Seventeen, new jeans (recently) Nmixx, Ive, CIX, Stray Kids, kep1er, twice, blackpink (casually), txt, oh my girl, nct, got7, itzy, aespa, bigbang, somi, everglow, IU, Astro, Cravity, chung-ha, BOL4 & The Rose! These are just my most listened to. 😭

my bias in bts is Jin, Jungkook coming for the bias wrecker and enhypen??? HALP IDK IT SWITCHES SO MUCH!!!! but i think jungwon, sunoo, and sunghoon are my biases right now. but recently....jake and niki have been trying to wreck it. ahhh i seriously don't even know.

this ended up being such a long answer. I'm sorry!!

P.S: do you have a sharable spotify? IF so, would you want to exchange? if not, that's totally cool too!

[destinygoldenstar]

My thoughts on Total Drama Next Generation cast so far

I said this before, I don’t like making judgements on characters until I’ve seen a full episode. So I don’t want to say I love or hate anybody just yet.

I also said that these looked like children of past cast members because of similar design features, and I stand by that still.

For clarification:

-Millie is the Lesharold kid, because of Leshawna’s body type, skin tone, and hair, and she has Harold’s hair fringe

-Ripper is the Nowen kid. EVERYONE has said this. And Ripper? JACK THE RIPPER, HELLO?

-Axel is the Duncney kid. HEAR ME OUT. She has Courtney’s skin tone. She has Duncan’s piercings. Duncan’s eye shape but Courtney’s eye color. She has a black top like Duncan did, and she has a white undershirt like Courtney did. The body shape is Courtney’s! 

-Chase is the MikexZoey kid. That may be a stretch, but to be, he has Mike’s face and skin tone, Mike influenced hair (even if it’s not exact), and he’s wearing red like Zoey did. How he’s more buff than Mike...? Idk, maybe that’s from his mom’s side.

-Caleb is the StephaniexRyan kid. I don’t think I need to explain this one. But good lord, if he’s actually their kid, then that’s a SERIOUS abusive household backstory he has going on. Maybe Caleb’s considered ‘the hot one’ by everyone as a way to cope with this, even if deep down, he’s a bisexual man. If you’ve seen the other poster I can’t show for internet reasons, I think you know what I’m talking about.

-Nichelle is the GwenxCameron kid. I DO NOT like the ship, but I can’t ignore this. Cameron’s skin tone, Gwen’s eyes. How her hair is blonde...? Idk, Gwen’s hair is dyed, so she might have been born blonde. 

-Julia is the SamxDakota kid. Idk, she just gives that vibe to me. I like the ripped jeans as well, I think that’s the best way I can explain it. Plus it’s cute to me.

-Bowie is the LeonardxTammy kid. Leonard’s skin. Leonard’s head. Tammy’s hair. 

-Wayne is the Gidgette kid. I WANTED to say that Wayne and Raj are brothers, BUT then Wayne wouldn’t be a Gidgette kid because Raj has NOTHING resembling Geoff or Bridgette. 

-Raj, but he DOES have a GeoffxBrody vibe. That’s WIERD to think about anyway. But hey, maybe they share the same dad in Geoff and they’re a happy surfer trio

Bridgette: “This is my husband Geoff and his husband Brody”

-Emma, a LindsayxBeth kid?? I WANT to say Lindsay and Tyler, but no, there’s nothing Tyler about her. She has Beth’s body type and side, and I don’t think I need to explain the blonde hair and blue eyes. I WOULD say Carrie and Devin because of the chin, but Carrie doesn’t have blue eyes, and neither does Devin.

-MK. THIS is the girl I have my eyes on. I am not the biggest Ezekiel fan, BUT with that said, she IS ‘Reverse Ezekiel’. You cannot convince me otherwise. She has the beanie and sweater, giving a homeschool vibe, just like Zeke did. I DO NOT think she’s Ezekiel’s ‘kid’, but she could be related to him. In that sense, I think they could do with her what they didn’t do with Zeke. 

In that sense, MK’s a finalist. She’s lasting to the very end.

The others, I don’t know yet. Damien MIGHT be a Lightning kid, but I don’t know for sure. (And no AleHeather kid? Me sad :( )

Now for my thoughts on the designs and names:

I love the designs. I know they’re not as out there as Paketiew, but I love them for that. These look like teenagers that could exist in the real world. These look like relatable characters.

And tbh, the reason I never included the other gens in my tier lists was because I never had much to say about them. I don’t count Ridonculous Race since that’s a spin off, BUT I do like that cast too, for the most part. 

The problem ISN’T ‘new gen casts and ditching the old cast is bad’. Danganronpa has 3 main games, ALL with new casts, and they’re ALL good in their own ways. It’s that the new casts are just not interesting characters compared to the first gen. They could have been! 

The Revenge cast is fine, but they’re horribly underutilized, especially with giving them only 13 episodes and jumping into All Stars.

And Paketiew... well, to be nice about it, I HATE the Paketiew cast. Except maybe Jasmine & Shawn. But that’s it. 

So, with 2 new seasons for this cast, this COULD be a redemption, to make this cast as loveable as the OGs. They’ll have the screen time to achieve that.

The names though? I’m... mixed on that. 

I like some of the names. Priya, Axel, Chase, Zee, Caleb, Nichelle, Julia, I LOVE those. Those are great.

But unless Nowen’s related, Ripper just... does NOT give a Ripper vibe to me. That might be a me issue. He could end up being my favorite character.

Scary Girl...

This MIGHT be a plot twist later on what her real name is, or it could be a gag, BUT, if it’s NOT, then what the heck is the point? Give her a real name! Until we find out, I’m calling her Quinn!

We have another Emma. Come on, why not Emily? That’s similar, but we don’t have an Emily yet. Maybe she has a nickname like Em? That’d work.

And then Bowie’s just a me problem. That doesn’t slip off the tongue well for me.

And for who I think the finalists are?

Like I said, MK. And...?

IDK, ROTI had two boys, so maybe this has two girls to balance things out?

In that sense, MAYBE Axel. She gives quite a but of main character vibes for me. But I’m not counting on it. All I know is that she’s probably, definitely, merging.

I feel like Millie, Ripper, Quinn, & Caleb are also merging. I would put my money on Caleb, Axel, and MK being my faves. But again, I’m NOT counting on it yet. I could end up hating them in the show.

Oh, and one last thing, the gay rep that I’m seeing? I’m CONCERNED. SERIOUSLY CONCERNED.

It looks to be Caleb and Bowie from the poster, and if the Caleb character arc I’m thinking of is real, then MAYBE it’ll work and they bring the best in each other. But I’m not getting good vibes from Bowie, and it looks like he’s gonna be a gay joke. 

Please don’t be toxic. Please don’t be toxic. Please don’t be toxic. 

So yeah, that’s all I have to say so far.

[riddlegecko]

Okay, I've given TCBOB a second watch, now for my big disorganized assorted thoughts post!!

Not really sure where to start, so I'll just say that the character dynamics were easily the best part of the show for me. I love watching these characters interact, it's a blast.

I spent 95% of my high school years homeschooled, and I barely did any theatre (choir, yes, theatre, not so much). So with that in mind, I think that Bethanne and Eric were the two most relatable characters to me. I think even if you take away the high school theatre stuff from the show, the gist of their characters is still there. And hey, I can relate to both "oh dear god, i have no clue what i'm gonna be" and "feelings are the worst, so what if i just Didn't".

I think Jean still ended up being my fave from a personal standpoint tho, she's great. I love her dynamic with Max (i'm not sure if they were intending to write in ship tease for them, but i certainly got that vibe at some points. whatever the case, really endearing friendship), Body Language was an incredibly fun and charming song, and her weird Thing for Theo was hilarious. I love one (1) jaded single threat dancer with questionable tastes in men.

This may be my favorite Clark soundtrack yet, every song was a banger. I loved the whistling in Chill, and the vocal warm-up section of Professional, I think they really gave those songs a strong identity. Alex's interludes (the "tony mango wants to thank you for all your work today..." bits, idk if they have names) are really great, I love how each one gets progressively faster and I hope they'll be on the cast album. As I said, Body Language was a fun and charming little bop. All of Cole and Bethanne's songs were really sweet, their budding romance was just really cute and interesting in general. I could go on, but this post'll be long enough as is. In short, great soundtrack, beats Spies by an absolute mile.

Two kinda nitpicky things that I do sorta hope get changed down the line, 1. Let Cole be present for the end of the party when Theo gets kicked out (just kinda felt weird that she was the only one not present imo), and 2. Let us learn the surnames of more than three characters, please.

On the subject of names, why are Joshua and Estelle just called "Freshman #1" and "Freshman #2" in the credits anyway? They have names, and they only go nameless for like the first 20-30 minutes.

🎵 "THAT'S ABSOLUTELY A FUCKING LIIIIIIE" 🎵

Garrett my beloved <3

Subtle joke that I thought was really clever, Estelle saying "I don't wanna play one of those characters that shows up and then disappears for the rest of the act", and then she and Joshua proceed to disappear for the rest of the act.

...I feel like I had more things to say, but my mind has just completely drawn a blank, whoops. Whatever the case, loved the show, can't wait to see how it evolves down the line!

[yourfangirlfriend]

It’s Nothing Serious - Chapter Six

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Five and a Half

A/N: idk if this is good but I’ve been putting off writing it and perfect is the enemy of done so here you go, I had fun

It’s not not serious.

At least, this seems to be the mutual conclusion you have both silently reached after that weirdly intimate night you never talked about, either.

And yes, you’re aware of how childish that is.

For two people voluntarily living in one of the more dangerous cities on the continent, it turns out you’re both pretty cowardly. But why put yourselves through the agony of all that when you could both instead play a game of emotional chicken to test where the boundaries are?

You go first the morning the two of you wake up in your bed. You both woke up in a tangle of limbs and slid out of bed after the second snooze alarm went off. He had just pulled on his jeans when he reached for the shirt you had folded the night before.

“Wait,” you said. You walked to the closet and pulled a crisp black shirt off its hanger, continuing to brush your teeth and you walked up and deposited it in his hand. “I washed this after you let me wear it home.”

That night we made pasta and I spilled sauce on my shirt and you took it off and fucked me in your kitchen until the chicken burnt-

He looks up at you, his eyebrows raised.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head before pulling it over his shoulders. “Thank you.”

You give him a look before dipping into the bathroom to spit.

After a quick cup of coffee, you’re both striding towards your door when you stop short. He turns and looks at you, waiting for you to take another step and flick the deadbolt. Instead, you ask

“Are you going to be okay? Today, I mean. With...”

His face falls a little, like he was expecting to get out of this without you mentioning it. It makes your heart hurt.

“I’m fine,” he says, curtly. He drops his head to look at his shoes. You swallow.

“So...drinks tonight? Still?” You reach out and bop his hand with yours.

“Not if you don’t open the door.”

You roll your eyes, walking forward and flicking the bolt. You pull the door open and he catches it, holding it back for you as you take the first step out.

“...yeah. I’ll be back around 6,” he says as you finish locking the door. You drop the keys in your purse, straightening up as the two of you walk towards and out the doors.

“Bar or your place?”

“Mine.”

“You sure? It’s my turn to buy,” you say.

“No, it’s not,” he says as he opens the passenger door for you, gesturing that you climb in. You do and watch as he walks around the front to his side. “Besides, mines quieter.”

You nod, staring forward as he starts the car and pulls into the street. Like every morning, his hand falls to your knee and you feel content with his answer.

You can’t help yourself, though, when he pulls up in front of the school and parks, waiting for you to climb out. Usually, it’s a pretty quick, platonic affair- a quick “thanks, Javi” before you open the door and swing your legs out. This morning, though,

“You know,” he says when you reach for the handle. “You...you don’t have to take care of me.”

You drop your hand before turning back to face him. And maybe it’s the coffee you drank took quickly, or maybe it’s the way last night is still lingering in your head, but

“I like taking care of you.”

You reach out and pull his face to yours, letting the kiss linger before pulling away.

“See you tonight,” you said, flashing him a quick smile. If you’re not mistaken, you see the corner of his mouth twitch up before he remembers himself, and gives you a cool masculine nod. You climb out and watch as he drives away before you hear behind you:

“¿Es tu novio?”

You turn around and see three little girls from your class huddled together and giggling that they just caught the teacher doing something naughty. Despite yourself, you smile through your teacher's voice.

“Entrad, niñas. La clase está a punto de empezar.”

He makes the next move when he shows up outside the school, waiting against his car when you walk out that afternoon and he flags you down.

“Hey,” he says when you approach his car.

“Hey,” you say. “What’s up?”

“Was told to go home early,” he says. “Figured...” he waves his hand up, gesturing to you. “You got plans?”

“Was just going to swing by the liquor store. For tonight.”

“It’s not your turn to buy,” he says, moving out of the way so you can open the door. You send him a look.

“It’s the 90s. Let a girl buy you a drink, Javi.”

He smiles, and over his shoulder, you see one of the girls from this morning- Cara - sending you a shit-eating grin.

Despite yourself, you give her a little wave as Javi drives the two of you out of the parking lot.

--------------

It becomes a game after that. He picks you up from school. You ask him to stay the night again, and he does. The next morning, he kisses you goodbye in front of Steve, whose eyebrows you see pop up from the corner of your eye. That night, you stay over at his and leave the spare toothbrush you brought next to his in the bathroom. The next day, he comes to your house with take-out and a tape and the two of you fall asleep on the couch, drunk and full. Soon, you don’t remember a night where you aren’t sleeping in the same bed or whose turn it is to initiate a sleepover. You just meet at your smoking spot and then, inevitably, one of you will lead the other to their door for the night, and inevitably, the other one will stay.

The small reminders of each other begin to pile up in your respective apartments. A mystery toothbrush appears in your bathroom. Then there’s a jacket and two of his shirts hanging in your closet. A drawer in his bathroom slowly begins to fill with evidence of your presence- hair ties, bobby pins, the odd bit of makeup. During one of your drunk nights, when you are once again lamenting the lack of decoration, you draw a stick-figure portrait of the apartment - you, Javi, Steve, and the creepy silent man who you only ever see leave his place to buy fish - and tape it to his fridge. He tells you you hang around kids too much, but every time you come back, it’s still up.

Then the bigger things happen. You go to dinner with him and Steve. You bring him on a double date with Alessa and Frankie. He kisses you goodbye in front of the school every morning, and you reach out and hold his hand whenever the two of you walk outside- which you do now, by the way. You walk to the grocery store, you walk to the liquor store, you walk to the corner store to buy pre and post-coital smokes, and every time his hand finds yours. You’re still having sex, you still fuck, but now, sometimes, to what would once be your disgust, it’s slower. Softer. There’s eye contact and prolonged kisses and caressing and very little hair pulling.

And god. Now there’s cuddling.

You no longer sit across the sofa to hanger a drink. No, now your legs are in his lap or his arm is around your shoulder or some other horribly intimate design the two of you just naturally find yourself falling into whenever you’re in proximity. Now, after sex, he’s pulling you to him or you’re pulling him to you or you just both mutually descend towards each other. And when you’re all wrapped around each other, the worst thing of all happens. He talks.

It’s not like you hadn’t talked before. You were friends, after all. He already knew about your kids you taught, your parents, and some random, funny stories about your life. In turn, he had told you some stories about his mom, about the ranch, and about the people in his life. But now it’s different. Now, whenever you two are alone in the dark, bodies pressed against each other under the sheet with such softness it’s grotesque, the walls come down. He tells you about his mom's death, and how he didn’t cry for months. He tells you how afraid he is of himself, and how he worries she would hate the person he is. He tells you he doesn’t think he’s a good person, because of the women he’s hurt ( -“The DAY of?” “I’m not proud of it”-) and the people he failed (“-supposed to get her out, keep her safe, and I couldn’t-“) and how, though he won’t go into detail about it, he’s worried how numb he’s become to things, and that he’s only going to get number (“-you see so many people die, there’s got to be a point you just stop feeling that, like self-preservation, and that’s fucking scary-“). You listen. You think you may be the first person who has listened in a while. When he tries to apologize, that he shouldn’t have said that or that he’s a mopey sad sack or you don’t want to hear this, you kiss his hands.

“Javi,” you tell him. “I like listening to you. Anything you have to say.”

Looking back, you think the look he gives you the first time you said that was when you really knew. But now, you’re still playing dumb. You both are.

What’d he call it? Self-preservation?

To pay him back, you tell him about you. You try to match his scars, telling him about growing up in a loud, weird house you’d only learn at the age of fifteen was a commune. You tell him about all the times you caught your parents tripping out naked on drugs and having to drag them to bed, or how you had to watch your sister for days on end as a kid whenever they decided to go out on ‘spirit walks’, and how you eventually enrolled yourself in school after your mothers homeschooling attempts fell to the wayside. That one time when you were six and accidentally took a tab of acid your mother and father’s sometime lover, Sunshine, left on top of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  You try and tell him the good things, too- how you speak five languages (“what?” “English, Spanish, German, Russian, and some Chinese.” “...what?” “My parents were communists!”), how you used to be really good at gymnastics (“is that why you can’t do a handstand?” “I can do a handstand-“ ), and the things in yourself that you’re afraid of- your denial, your anxiety, your bad habit of never calling your sister back and how that actually reveals you’re a sociopath. And in turn, he listens. He squeezes your hand. He asks you questions when you know he wants to and lets it be silent when you can’t bring yourself to answer.

About three months into this, you find yourself lying on your side one night, staring at his beautiful, stupid, snoring face as he drools against your pillow, and for the first time, you finally, finally, finally let yourself admit it.

It is serious.

---

“Well no shit.”

You scowl at Lisa over your glass.

“What? Like we all didn’t already know? For months?”

“Leave her alone,” Alessa elbows her. “I think it’s sweet.”

“You think everything’s sweet.” Lisa rolls her eyes. “You tell him yet?”

You bite the inside of your lip and look down at your drink. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Timing?”

“You spend all your time together.”

You shake your head, taking a swig.

“Coward.”

“What!”

“I said you’re a coward,” Lisa says as Maritza deposits the tray of shots between the two of you.

“Who’s a coward?” she asks sweetly.

“Eloise.”

“Yeah, I am,” you reach forward and take two of the shot glasses, snatching the one in front of Lisa before downing it.

“Hey!” She yelps.

You flip her off and down the second.

She huffs. “Bitch.”

You shake your head and march towards the bar to order another tray.

----------

To be fair, he knew it would be like this.

He had to. It’s you. It’s both of you. Two weirdly cagey people who don’t like having their guard down and never, ever want to be the one person who sticks themselves out for ridicule. The little dares over the past few months have been one thing, like you’re placing pebbles on a scale, seeing how long it takes until it collapses under the weight. Nightly sleepovers? Pebble. Toothbrushes? Pebbles. Sharing childhood trauma after a round of particularly kinky sex where you had your hands tied to the headboard and it inadvertently reminded you of the time you got your hands stuck in some old handcuffs your sister and you had found and you had to spend three hours with your hands looped around a bed frame because Tanya was seven and when she found your mom they were high on peyote and it turns out it takes five drugged-out hippies to find a tiny pair of keys to free a small girl in the woods after it’s already gotten dark and then he told you about the time his uncle had drunk too much shiner and tried to shoot an apple off his cousins head with a BB gun but missed and now the cousin has one eye kind of like Lorenzo and then you both chain-smoked cigarettes and wondered what a glass eye feels like - alright. Maybe five pebbles.

But...actually saying it?

Stones. Big, ugly stones. The kind that fall on cars.

No wonder you got shit-faced.

“Javvvvvvvi,” you sang through his door. You pounded out the melody that only made sense in your head. “Heyyyyy,”

You hear footsteps approaching from the other side and you stand up straight, ready to drunkenly seduce him with your pose when the door swings open and-

“Can I help you?” She asks, annoyed.

You take the woman in front of you in. She’s tall, with long honey blonde hair that falls across her shoulders. Her waist is bared under the halter top she wears, and you’re only a little jealous of the toned plane of her stomach and the long legs that stretch out from her short shorts.

“I...” you start.

“What are you doing? Get away from the door!” Javi appears from behind her, reaching out to take her arm and pull her back. His eyes fall on you, though, and he drops his hand.

“El- hey- I thought you were-?”

“I was...what uh,” you raise your hand to the woman. “What the fuck?”

“Who the fuck are you?” The woman hisses back. Javi reaches up and takes her arm, pulling her back gently.

“I told you not to answer the door-“

“No, I think I’ll leave-“ you toss your hands up. “Enjoy your night.”

“She’s not- it’s not like that-”

“OH PLEASE, I wasn’t born yester-“

The door behind you opens, and the two or you swivel you hear to see Steve enter holding two bags of food. He looks between you and Javier, then to the door.

“Hey,” he says finally.

You give him a pathetic wave. He waves back before turning to Javi.

“Is she-“

“Yeah,” Javier says. He points to his apartment “Could you actually-?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods a bit too quickly, moving behind him and disappearing into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

Javier turns back to you.

“She needs a place to stay before we move her. I was going to tell you when you got back.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” you draw out. You grimace, before looking back to him. “...Sorry.”

“You really think I’d do that?”

You open your mouth to answer before he cuts in again.

“Are you drunk?”

“I-“ you start before huffing. Fucking cop. “Yes! Of course I’m drunk! It’s tequila night! I even, kindly, I might add,” you reach in your bag and pull out the bottle you picked up on the way home. “Got some for you, too!”

“Who did you think she was?”

“Javi-“ you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. This wasn’t supposed to be your night. Tonight was supposed to be about getting drunk with your friends, then getting drunk with Javi, then having drunk sex on your couch loud enough the upstairs fish guy would have to bury his head in what you only assumed was a pile of rotting fish carcasses in his trash to drown out your moans.

Now it’s this.

You shake your head and nod to your door, beckoning him to follow. It’s tense, and he watches over your shoulder as your hands shake trying to pull the right key. Once you manage to unlock the door, you hurry inside and deposit your things on the table, before turning back and facing him.

You open your mouth to say something-

-and then shut it again. You sigh.

“You thought I was sleeping with her.”

You snap your head back up to see him, cross-armed in front of you. You shake your head.

“This isn’t fair, I’m drunk. You’re not.”

He walks over to the bag you threw on the couch and unscrews the bottle you brought home. He takes a swig, holding eye contact as he gulps a third of the small bottle down, all while you watch flabbergasted.

“Say it,” he says, screwing the cap back on.

“You’re going to be sick-“

“Eloise.”

“Well, it’s not like we’ve talked about it!” You snap. “We never- said! What we’re doing!” You drop your hands to your side and turn, walking to the kitchen and leaning forward onto the counter. Javi follows you up, eying you.

“You thought I was, though?”

“Yes! No? I don’t know!” You bring a hand to your face. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just got scared. I guess...I’ve been scared? Lisa thinks so, the bitch-“

“Scared of what? Me sleeping with someone else?”

“No! Not- necessarily-“

“You really think- Jesus, it’s like we never-“

“Hey, don’t!” You spin to face him. “Don’t turn this around on me. You never brought this up. We haven’t talked about this. We talked about everything else and are doing everything else like dinner dates and sweet sex and fucking movie nights but we haven’t...said anything! Saying things matters!”

He stares at you.

“I didn’t think it did! I thought I was fine with just...letting...ugh!” You bring the heels of your palms to your eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that last shot.”

“Eloise, what are you-“

“I’m not a coward!” You point at him. “I’m not! I’m just- it’s just-“

“No one said you were!”

“Lisa did!”

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t...Ugh! They really make strong drinks at that bar! Because I haven’t said-“

“Jesus Christ, WHAT.”

Ooh, you wish you could just fall apart and have him see what’s running through your mind right now. You feel the anger in your stomach bubble. He’s really annoyed with you for thinking the worst of him, and maybe he has a right, but you two haven’t talked about it. You had just assumed- assumed he felt the same way, assumed the little intimacies have built up in such a way that you had something real and concrete, and especially that you both weren’t fucking other people. But the second she opened the door it felt like your worst fear had come true: you were the idiot who had let their guard down first and got hurt, because they were too stupid to realize what this was, and you couldn’t even be mad. Because you hadn’t talked about it. Because he never technically said he was with you.

But now he’s looking like he’s feeling the exact same way, only he’s the idiot. He’s the idiot for confiding in you and crying on your tits and telling you all those fears and worries and believing you when you kissed his hands and told him you thought he was a good man. He’s worried that you’ve always seen him this way- as the guy who would cut and run and betray you, and maybe if you think that, then it’s true. Maybe he was kidding himself into thinking someone like you could believe in his goodness, after all he’s done.

Fuck, you may be drunk but it does make you insightful.

It may be too late though. Because he’s dropped his hands from his hips, tired of waiting for an explanation. He’s making towards the door, murmuring something about having to work and it all just seems like it’s slipping out of your fingers like you can see he’s building up the wall again and this time you’re not going to be able to tear it down-

“Javi,” you say, your voice strained. He stops and turns to you, and you know you only have a few seconds to do it. You try and form the words, but your tongue isn’t working and maybe Lisa was right, maybe you are a coward, but you have to try.

“I like taking care of you.” You say, pathetically, dropping your hands to your sides.

A beat passes. He brings his hands to his hips, waiting for a further explanation. You sigh and walk down to stand in front of him. “I like having you take care of me...and...I haven’t wanted to tell you, because I don’t want to scare you but maybe that’s just me ‘projecting’ or whatever Alessa said. She’s really annoying now that she’s doing that psychology class-“

“El.” He says, not without softness. You feel his fingers come under your chin, gesturing for you to look up at him.

This wasn’t the plan. This was supposed to be a hookup. Then a friendship. You don’t want to lose that.

But now he’s staring down at you like that, and your drunk brain is turning over itself as you think maybe that train has already left. Maybe it left a long fucking time ago, and the two of you have just been hanging onto the back, waiting for the other person to let go first.

But you don’t want to let go. You never really did. You were just waiting for him to give you a sign so you could make it look like you were jumping off together instead of you pathetically holding on as he disappears behind you.

But from the way his thumb traces your jaw and his other hand reaches forward to take your hand in his, you think maybe he’s been utilizing the same strategy, and he’s been just as scared as you.

Well, now you can either let go or try to pull yourself up.

So.

Are you a coward or not?

He wets his lips before his eyes drop. He looks defeated. And at that moment you decide – fuck it.

Between the gymnastics and dragging your high parents to bed and all this fucking holding you’ve been doing inside of you, you’ve got strong enough arms.

So.

Fuck it.

“El, I don’t-“

“I love you,” you say without thinking. “And yes I’m tequila drunk, but I don’t think that takes away from-“

You’re stopped as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, cutting you off. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. You feel him pulling at your top and you shimmy it off and over your head, tossing it to the side before dipping your hands down and unbuckling his belt as he unbuttons his shirt before you. You drop your hand down the front of his pants, jerking him softly as he moans into your mouth. You feel him guiding you to the couch, and when the back of your knees hit the arm you drop down and begin to pull his pants down for him as he rids himself of his shirt. You’re about to take him in your mouth when he pushes you down, your back hitting the cheap leather as he crawls over you, pulling your skirt up to your hips. He pauses.

“You always skip the underwear in girls' night?”

“Only when I’m coming back to you.”

That gets him, because a second later he’s between your legs, thrusting inside of you. You let out a cry and drop your head back, exposing your neck to him as he continues to pump into, his hands reaching behind and you and grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Say it again,” he says.

“I don’t wear underwear-“

“No,” he growls, dropping his hand down between your legs to play with you. You let out another little cry.

“I love you,” you say. “I-I’ve loved you for a long time- ahhh!” The next thrust hits a little too well. “Ah, fuck, Javi- right there-“

“Keep going-“

“YOU keep going- fuck, has your dick gotten bigger?”

“El-“ he lets out a moan. Taking advantage of the moment, you slip out from under him and switch positions, pressing him back onto the couch and climbing atop of him. His hands settle on your hips as you ride him, pulling sounds from him that echo around your living room. When you cum he’s not long after, and the two of you collapse onto each other, breathing heavily as you come down with his hand holding the back of your neck.

“Hey,” he says finally. You lift your head and sit up, looking down at him. His eyes are glassy, and the look on his face makes you giggle.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes,” he says. “But a wise woman once said that doesn’t take away from what I have to say.”

“She sounds smart, you should fuck her,” you say, moving to stand. He catches your wrist, pulling you back down onto his lap with a bounce.

“Give a girl a few minutes before round two-“

He cuts you off with a kiss. It’s slow and soft and you melt into it. The way you always melt into him.

When he pulls away, you chase after his grinning lips. He brings a hand to the side of your face, tracing his fingers down the side of your cheek.

“I love you, too.” He says. “I don’t know what that’s worth…but I do.”

You lean in, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"Baby," you say "It's worth everything."

In the morning, you’ll have to contend with the knowing look Steve gives the two of you before asking “Good night?”, a joke that earns him a look from Javi and a deep blush and muttered apology from you. You’ll have to put up with the squeals from Maritza, Lisa, and Alessa when you tell them in the staff room during lunch. You’ll even get a look from your upstairs neighbor when you pass him and his fresh fish that next afternoon.  Most of all, you’ll have to consider what the fuck this means for you and Javi and this scary, exhilarating little life you’re leading.  

But.

Right now, you’re naked and smoking a cigarette on the couch with the man you love who loves you back, and you’re both laughing, and that's more than enough.

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knowing neil's propensity for simplifying events down to the absolute bare minimum (to a truly unhelpful level), how did that locker room confession go? because i could see him condensing eight years of survival and trauma to two sentences. or because he's never been able to tell the truth he told them a good majority of of it (for neil), feeling at once exhausted and lightheaded from being able to speak so freely.

his heart pounded, knowing that he needed to say this, knowing that he owed his foxes the truth. but the ingrained need to lie, to minimize, to twist everything into pieces of the picture instead of the whole story was still there.

neil took a deep breath.

"my father was nathan wesneski, the butcher of baltimore and right hand man and enforcer for kengo. my mother was mary hatford of the british crime family. i was homeschooled to limit my connection to the outside world, taught from a young age to stay away from cops, not to say anything i didn't have to, and to lie as my father did most of his work out of the house. we had a basement. it had a tunnel so you didn't have to be seen going in or carrying body parts out. lola," he pause to glance at his hands. "she was in charge of getting rid of the bodies, and she was the best. i don't think they've ever found one.

exy was the only time i ever saw kids my age, and we had to go an hour outside of baltimore before we found a coach who hadn't heard of my father. who didn't know that the men came with us came armed. so when i was ten and i went to evermore, met riko and kevin, got to play, i was too excited to give a shit about why. halfway through the game, we were called to the tower."

neil barely registered kevin tensing.

"my father was called the butcher for a reason. he had a cleaver he let get rusty. it took several swings to get through bone like that. it was his favorite method of... 'getting people to talk.' they never lived after. we'd always have parties at the house to cover the noise. but that night was the first time i saw it in person. i just remember knowing i couldn't make a move or a sound, and that afterward, my mom was pissed because i had blood on my uniform.

she woke me up not long after we got home that night and forced me into the basement. we left out of the tunnel and ran. idk how long we ran for but i was starting to slow down by the time we made it to the car in the woods.

we never talked about anything else after that. just names, covers, rules to keep us safe, where we were going next. she never told me why we ran, and i never asked.

there would be months, years where we never saw my father's men. and then there were several times too close together. they caught up to us again in seattle. my father was there this time. mom and i got split up, but made it back to the car later. she told me to drive. it wasn't until california that i realized how bad she was hurt. she never said. she had me pull over, and made me promise to keep running. she bled out.

i buried her there. i hitchhiked to millport. it was the longest i'd stayed anywhere since we'd started running. i should've gone already. but i joined exy again there, something my mom never would've let me do. when kevin came and i realized he didn't recognize me, it was too good to be true. when coach told me about the moriyamas, my being at evermore the night we ran made more sense, but i thought it was another business transaction between the two families. i didn't know my father worked for the moriyamas. i didn't know until the first banquet. by that point, i realized if i was going to die, i'd rather it be here where at least someone would remember me, know i was gone, than in the middle of nowhere with nothing. i wasn't going to last the year, i might as well do what i loved."

someone let out a quiet gasp (nicky, probably), but neil couldn't look up to see who it was if he was to go on.

"if i survived, i was going to the fbi. i couldn't... i couldn't keep running anymore. the only thing i wanted was finals. the championship.

riko had me come to evermore to sign on as a raven. the night we ran was my tryout for them. i was supposed to be 3, not jean. if i didn't make the cut, my father was to kill me. the moriyamas still consider me misplaced property. they tattooed me preemptively, and riko gave me back my natural hair and eyes to force me out of hiding even more.

my birthday surprise was from lola. i started getting a countdown then. it was the day the judge agreed to an early release for my father, who had gotten caught in seattle. i ignored the fact that it was him, hoping it was riko trying to scare me. he wasn't supposed to get out for a while.

after the bringhamton game, lola called. she said i was to go with them. the security guards that night were romero and jackson, her brother and her colleague. they both had guns. i couldn't say anything to you guys. i didn't know they staged a riot also."

neil's leg started bouncing, and he paused, unsure of how to continue. no one moved.

"they didn't know my mom had died and needed to make sure." he flexed his hands, trying not to let the memories overwhelm him. "later, they transferred me to a cop car. created a scene at the house i grew up in. took me in through the tunnel we'd escaped through. since the transaction never took place, it was up to my father to... take care of me. he was about to start when a shootout broke out. i think they came in through the tunnel, but they shot lola, captured nathan. my uncle stuart had made a deal with the fbi. he was supposed to capture nathan alive, but stuart shot him after finding out my mom was dead. stuart's men left and left me, so that he could go make a deal with the moriyamas. the fbi took me to the hospital, and tried to get me to talk, but i wouldn't say anything without seeing you first. you all know this part.

the agents stopped trying to get me into witness protection, and had me sign paperwork. i will officially be neil josten now."

even as he said it, even as his head was still filled with gunshots and screams, and his hands hurt, he couldn't help the smirk at that statement.

neil abram josten.

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A slayer and the daughter of Dean Winchester:

9358 words later thank the lord I've finally finished! I hope you like this! warnings: Cussing, Death, Vampires, Angst, sadness, idk what else. 

Finally!! AFTER WAITING SO LONG HERE IT IS!!! So so sooooo sorry it has taken so long for this to post I’m sorry for the sucky story. But I hope you like it. 

@thornyrose463 hope you like it <3 xoxo! Credits go where they belong. Thank you @thornyrose463​ for making the cover and requesting!

The slayer and the daughter of Dean Winchester:

My name is Y/n Winchester. I know what you're thinking. 'Oh my Gosh, Winchester. Like Sam and Dean Winchester?'  Yeah, Deans my dad, and Sams my Uncle. My mom left me on my dads door step 15 years ago. It was a one night stand mistake. She was a bar hooker and well, you know how that ends. (Should've wrapped it before he tapped it.) She left a note when she dropped me off at the doors of the bunker. It said, 

"I can't have her. Not with the life I live. I can barely take care of myself much less a kid. I've seen how you and your brother are. I know you two can take care of her. Please don't call or try to reach out to me. I don't want to hear anything about her. I feel bad enough about it. I just want you to give her the life I never had." Yeah, very heart felt. 

I was never a hunter. Dad and Uncle Sammy were to protective to let me hunt. They always tell me, "Kiddo, we've lost too much. We can't lose you too. We couldn't live with ourselves if you get hurt." I understood where they were coming from, but it sucked. I would get left behind. They never took breaks. It got lonely just to stay in the hotel room all day long. That is until one particular day when something strange happened.

Y/n was the smartest kid Dean and his brother, Sam had ever known. She was homeschooled, but if they had long hunts in a town Dean would put her in school. She was at the top of all her classes and was capable of doing anything she set her mind to.

Sometimes she would go to her uncle Bobby's. He treated her like she was a normal kid. He would play games with her. One time when she was little she and Bobby had a tea party. Y/n made Bobby wear a hot pink boa, a tiara, painted his nails purple. Dean may or may not have a picture of Bobby when he had passed out on the sofa.

Years went by and Y/n became a teenager. Her life was as normal as it can be with being a Winchester and all. But that is until a strange man walked up to her after school.

the night of the watcher-

Y/n walked out of her last period of school. She was glad the school day was over. She had enough homework  and books in her bag it seemed to be ripping the seams.

Y/n was walking out to the black impala when a Brown haired man walked up to her. She looked at him confused as he stopped beside her. "Hi, my name is Jackson." He started with a smile. His soft caramel eyes looking into her Y/e/c eyes. He seems to be only a few years younger than Sam and Dean.

"Y/n."  She said shaking his hand. Her silver ring she purposely wore not burning the man.

"Can I help you?" She asked softly looking at the man confused at what he wanted. "Well, I’m your watcher. I’m here to help you." He says it like Y/n is suppose to know what that meant.

"I was sent here because you're a slayer... a vampire slayer," he whispered softly as he smiled.

"Umm, I have no clue what your talking about." The man nodded as he walked with her to the Impala where her uncle sat reading something on his tablet and Dean watched them intently. "Who's that?" Dean asked nodding over to you and Jackson walking over to the impala. Sam looked up seeing you and Jackson waking over. "A boy," he gasped dramatically, clutching his heart. "Call the police! Your baby is growing up!" He joked. Even though he was just as protective as Dean was. "Bitch."  Dean said as he got out of the car. "Jerk!" Sam called out the window. “Y/n, who is this? Dean asked looking at Y/n. I'm Jackson, Y/ns watcher.” “Right. Is that suppose to be a new name for a stocker?” Dean asked with a look that could kill. “No, a watcher is someone who watches the slayer. Protect them and guide them. You can actually help out. A slayer is someone who dust vampires. My job as a watcher is to train them. But you can help with the fighting part. I'm not much to be beat up by a 15 year old.” Y/n looked up at Jackson who was a good foot taller than her. “Is it because I'm a girl?” She joked looking at the man. Jackson shook his head, looking down at y/n. “No, I just don't want my ego bruised.”  He spoke playfully. Making Dean and Y/n chuckle.

Days passed and Y/n was fully trained. Y/n noticed a few changes in her life. Not only the new man or her knew knowledge on being a slayer but she began to have these dreams. Strange dreams that seemed a little, what's the word.. prophetic maybe?

First it was this man being attacked in an apartment . She could see the attacker was a female vampire; brown hair, red-black eyes, a smaller build yet had so much supernatural strength.

Y/n watched the woman as she walked into a five story apartment complex. Y/n trailed behind her, though the woman seemed like she wasn't around. She followed the woman up three flights of stairs and down a long corridor. The fifth door on the left the red haired walked into a door, leaving it slightly opened. Y/n looked at the door seeing the numbers 327 A on the door.

She seen a young man standing in the living room of the apartment. Ringing his hands nervously, almost as if he was scared of being caught.

Why so nervous? The ginger haired woman asked the man. His green eyes met her striking blue eyes and smiled.

I'm just scared were going to be caught. Y/n didn't understand, was the young man married, did he have a girlfriend or something. “Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of that. But for now I have something special for you.” 

Y/n noticed a shift in the room. There were footsteps coming from another room in the apartment. Two men came out with a  sinister smirk. 

She silently gasped as she watched the three attack the young man. His hands hitting and scratching them. Trying with all his strength to push them off him. To fight back, but he was too weak against their supernatural strength. She tried to move but it was like weights were holding her down. Like her feet were glued to the ground, incapable of moving. 

She watched as they man fell to the floor completely drained of blood. His eyes landed on y/n. Y/n watched as his life slowly left his eyes. Him crying out for help against the three. He fought to his dying breath. “Help... me..” Y/n screamed as she violently woke up. Busting through the door came Dean with his gun, Sam with his, and Castile with his angel blade. “Are you okay? What's with the screaming?”  Dean questioned as he looked around the room. “Nothing, just a bad dream.” Deans eyes full of sympathy as he looked at his daughter. “I’m okay, y’all can go.” Y/n voice wasn't wavering at all, but her hands were shaking. Dean and Sam nodded as they hug and kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep kiddo.”  Dean spoke softly to his daughter. she nodded, hugging him then Sam. “Goodnight.” She told the two Cass stayed there in the room. He noticed how she really felt. She was scared, but she wasn't going to tell her dad and uncle that. “Will you stay with me, Uncle Cass?” She asked softly to the angel. “Of course,” his deep voice sounded through the quiet room. He laid down beside her as she cuddled up to his chest. She tried to keep it all in. To be strong like her dad and uncles. But it all came out. Castiel rubbed her back as he tried to soothe her. “It felt so real!” She sobbed, her body shaking in sobs. “They were attacking this man and I couldn't move. It felt like I was just stuck there in place. Like someone was holding me down. I couldn't save the man.”  She cried. Castiel rubbed her back as her body slowly stopped shaking in sobs. He noticed Y/n slowly falling to sleep. --- “You know that dream is going to become real, right?” Jackson asked Y/n as she ate her breakfast that she had made herself. She jumped as she looked at her watcher. “What the hell!” She jumped, Jackson came out of nowhere. “How’d you get in here?” She asked watching Jackson as he tried to steal bacon off her plate. “No”. She smacked his hand. “Your father let me. Nice man, though I can see where you got your nasty attitude from.” He winked playfully. Y/n rolled her y/e/c eyes as she sighed into her pancakes. “Back to what I was saying. The dream you had, it really is going to come true. Most likely tonight, so you need to figure out where it was so you can kill the vampires before they kill.” Jackson said as he took a pancake from a plate beside the stove. “Do you have any syrup?” Y/n looked at him with annoyance. “Yes, we do. In the fridge.”  The two of them ate their breakfast and had occasional small talk. Though Jackson was new Y/n spoke to him kindly. Not much like her uncle and father. For some reason she felt like she could trust this man. As if he wasn't out to hurt her or her family. He seemed to have god intentions. I mean, who just lets some dude into your life when he claims to be a watcher. Dean and the rest of the gang. (Sam and Castiel) eventually made their way down to the kitchen. Sam with his hair wet from his daily shower after a run. Dressed in his normal a red flannel and blue jeans. Dean had on his blue jeans a white t-shirt and a gray flannel over that. Castiel, well you can tell what he was wearing, His famous trench coat and a suit. ___ “So your telling me, my daughters nightmare is gonna come true?” Dean asked as the watcher dug into his breakfast. “Mhm, its premonitions. You see a vision, dream a vision, in your case. And what you see is what's going to happen. For instance, Y/n, you dreamed of what? Someone getting attacked by vampires in a apartment. If we can find out where that apartment is we can save the victim, before he become the victim.” Jackson explained, looking at Dean who seemed like he was still confused. “Well how do we find the apartment?” Sam asked, looking at his niece hoping she could tell them where it was. “Y/n, do you remember anything from the apartment building that could tell us where it is located?” Castiel deep voice startled Y/n as she spaced out. It seemed like she was daydreaming. She could see the apartment building that was in her dream. She walked towards it when she felt her foot hit something. “1254 Raymond rd., Emporia Kansas.” Y/n muttered as she woke from her daydream. What? “That's the apartment building. 1255 Raymond rd. Emporia Kansas.” Y/n repeated. “Good, that's only a couple hours from here. Back some stuff and well go.”  Dean clapped his hands together. Leaving the room to get ready. “Good job, kiddo.” Sam spoke giving Y/n a smile. About half an hour later they were packed to go on Y/ns first hunt. Y/n tried to get some sleep on the way but couldn't she kept dreaming the same dream over and over again. She knew what she was looking for, she just hoped they will get there on time. “Alright, this is it.” Dean said as they pulled up into the apartment building. “So what we just sit here until we see them?” Y/n asked Jackson who pulled up in a white pick up truck. “No, were going to go inside. Find out which room the kid has rented and then kill the vampires before they kill him.” Jackson explained, pulling out a black duffel bag from the back seat of the truck. “Alright.” Y/n hummed, getting out of the car with Jackson beside her. “You three can stay there. Well can if we need help.”  Jackson followed the slayer through the building and up 3 flights of stairs. Down a long corridor fifth door on the right; Y/n knew this was the one. Y/n bent down, grabbing her lock picking set she picked the lock. “Why do you know how to pick a lock?” Jackson questioned Y/n skeptically. Y/n shrugged smiling coyly her answer is simple,  “Because I’m a Winchester.” They walked into the apartment. Y/n prepared to kill any vampires in the room. She quietly walked in. A wooden stake in her hand, she searched the room. Ready to dust any vampires around. “Are you sure this is the apartment you saw?” Y/n nodded as she pointed to the numbers on the door. “1254 apartment 327 A, pretty sure this is it.” Her voice soft so no one but Jackson could hear her. “In my dream” “- vision” Jackson butted in, whatever. She rolled her y/e/c eyes. “There were two men  in this room. They came out of this room right here. So if we wait in this room  we have an advantage.” Jackson took a second before he realized what she was saying. “Oh, you clever girl.”  He spoke. * The two waited in the room for what seemed like an hour. Y/n Standing beside the window where the fire escape would allow anyone who dared to enter the room.   She thought maybe the two men would come in through the window. Giving her the advantage of killing them and then going for the woman.  Jackson had left the apartment. He went walking around the building so Y/n could be ready when the woman appeared in the apartment. So Y/n patiently waited. She waited longer then an hour. Just as she was about to give up she heard a click. The lock on the window had opened. 

“Ohh”  The first man groaned as he came in through the window. His back hitting the window. He was quite big, barely fitting in through the window. 

He stood up straight popping his back from where he had bent over. Y/n popped out from the shadowed corner. A wood stake held high as she plunged it through the first vampires chest. Then the second vampire came in through the window. His eyes were wide as he looked at the scene. His brother lying down dead on the ground. His gray/ blue eyes flickered red as he met Y/ns Y/E/C eyes. 

“I’m sorry, but its my job to save human from vampires.” She spoke calmly. As if she was trying to get the vampire to understand and completely give himself up. “Look here, lass. Nobody goes killin  me family wit out payin for it.”  His voice held an accent unlike the first man. He had what seemed like a deep Scottish accent. “Well, that's why I am doing what I'm doing. To stop monsters like yourself.” Y/n lunged at the man with a stake. His eyes went wide as saucers, but he swerved just barely missing the sharp end of the stick.  He pushed her, but luckily she was able to keep balance. She kicked his knee. making him fall groaning in agony. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”  She pinned him down, one hand holding one of his arms down. She's leaned forward putting her body weight on his arm as she brought her hand up with the wooden stake. Bringing it down quickly she pierced him through the heart. Jackson came back in the room, seeing the two bodies on the ground. “The mans here. The woman should show up at anytime.”  Jackson said as he walked around the two dead vampires. Y/n nodded as she grabbed the arm of the first vampire she had killed. “Good, now help me drag him out the way.” Y/n spoke lowly. Jackson nodded as he came over, grapping the mans feet. The two moved him over than the other one. The door opened once again and they could hear talking. “Why so nervous?” The ginger haired woman asked the man. His green eyes met her striking blue eyes and smiled. “I’m just scared were going to be caught.” Y/n didn't understand, was the young man married, did he have a girlfriend or something. “Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of that. But for now I have something special for you.”  Y/n opened the door. The woman was caught off guard making her fall. The man fell backwards. “What the hells going on?” The man asked looking at Y/n and then to the red head. “Who the hell are you?” The woman asked, pushing herself off the ground. “I'm here to take care of a little parasite problem.” Y/n said a stake in her hand she tried to stab the vampire, the vampire caught her hand. The two fell into the floor as the man approached them. “Get off her, what the hell are you doing?”  He asked Y/n, but the closer he got he noticed the blood on her clothes and the blood on her face. “What the..” “Your little girlfriend or whatever she is to you, is a vampire.” Y/n spoke trying to push the stake into the red heads chest. But the woman had enough strength to keep it from piercing her chest. “What? No!”  he gasped. “Don't listen to her, Rick. She has no clue what she's talking about.”  But the more the woman got angry the more her vampirism showed. Her eyes flashing red. Lunging to nip up  at Y/n, but as she did she practically killed herself. 

Y/n and Jackson cleaned up the bodies. Then told Rick about what had happened. He took it way better then what Y/n had thought he would. But after the night Y/n had with all the waiting and then fighting with the three vampires; she was ready to go home and get a nice hot shower then go to bed. 

A year goes by and Y/n is a properly trained slayer. Dean, Sam and Jackson trained Y/n to fight. She was great at hand-on-hand combat. (She was a Winchester nobody would have expected her to be bad.) 

Y/n had just woke up as she walked down the long corridors of the bunker. She was on her way to the kitchen to fix herself breakfast when she heard someone walking behind her. It was one of those nights where she didn't dream about an innocent human being chewed on by a vampire. 

"Mornin' kiddo." dean greeted as he walked pass his daughter walking into the kitchen. Sam was fixing pancakes as coffee brewed in the pot. "What are y'all busy bees doing?" Y/n questioned the two as she grabbed a coffee mug from the cabinet and poured herself a mug of coffee. 

"Y/n, they aren't bees. Are you okay?" The angel, Castiel, asked as he randomly walked into the kitchen. The three Winchesters laughed as Sam looked at Cas with a smile. "Cass, it's just a saying." He tried to explain as the angel was getting even more confused. "Why is that a saying? Neither of you resemble bees." Cass says making Y/n laugh. "The saying means they are busy like bees. Going all over the kitchen super fast." Y/n tried to explain what her uncle briefly explained. Cass nodded sort of understanding what the saying was meaning. "Is there any cases?" Y/n asked as she stole a piece of her dads bacon. Dean glared at Y/n as Sam typed on his computer before he bean talking. Y/n stuck her tongue out at her dad as she sat beside Cas at the table. "We do." Sam started as he clicked on random pages on his computer. "Check this out. There's been a handful of deaths outside of  Richmond, Virginia. All off the victims in between the age of 17 and 27. Cause of death, heart ripped out of their chest.  Yet, Something has been draining the blood of the victims after death. Without leaving any puncture wounds. Autopsies say the cause of death was unknown. Bruises were randomly found on the victims. But the weird thing is some of them were missing something.." Y/n and Dean looked at Sam confused. Neither of them knowing what Sam was going to say. "The heart was missing." Y/n looked at her uncle and gave him a knowing look. "Werewolf, easily. But the drained blood still sounds like a vampire." she spoke, as she took the computer from her uncle and read the website herself. "Maybe a vampire and a werewolf are working together?" Dean offered as he eats his breakfast. "That or maybe a vampire trying to act as a werewolf to throw hunters off its trail." Cass spoke in his deep voice. "Alright, pack up we leave in 15 minutes." Dean says as he gets up. His finished plate in the sink to be washed. Y/n, Sam and Dean on the way to their rooms to pack up their things. A week into the case. "Alright, we've talked to everyone connected to the case and still we have nothing." Dean groans as he lays on the hotel bed upset. "We've talked to them, but maybe we need to get to know them to get them to spill something." Sam says, sharing a look with his brother than to his niece. Y/n looked up from her lore book confused. "What? Youve gotta be kidding me?" She questioned. Sam and Dean looked at each other and then to Y/n. Clearly neither one of them were saying anything. The two brothers were just giving Y/n a look that told her that she was going to be the one they needed to use for information. "No! no no no no no. DO I need to spell it out for you N-O!" Y/n says as he uncle hands her a book bag and a "Transfer note". "You want me to go to school?" Y/n bellowed looking at her uncle and father with a deadly look in her Y/e/c eyes. "Look, sweetheart. We know you are going to be the smartest person in the school.." Dean trailed off waiting for Sam to help him out. "Let me elaborate," Sam starts as he looks at his niece with puppy eyes. (Yall know what I'm talkin about). "-We just want you to go to school get to know some people. Enough to gain their trust and have them spill their secrets. Enough so that We can figure out who is behind the deaths." "What makes you think its a teenager?" We don't, this is the only way to find out."  "Fine. But you two owe me." She groans, taking the book bag and note from her uncle. The school looks just like any other school. Big, annoying and sort of resembling a prison for children The school had two different levels.  It was quite big, but Y/n didn't care. Hundreds of teenagers crowds the hallways and the court yard. Y/n really didn't want to go to high school. She never had a good experience in school. Being in a hunting family meant never staying in one place for too long. She just home school herself, if she didn't know how to do something she would just ask her dad or uncle. She was quite smart for her age. Sometimes even out smarting her uncle and father. Y/n was staring out of the window starring at the school when they pulled up. All kinds of students and staff were starring at the black Impala. Dean tapped on her jean jacket clad shoulder to catch her attention. "Here's your schedule." Dean spoke softly. His eyes soft as he seen the anxiousness in his daughters Y/e/c eyes. The Y/e/c eyes that she had inherited by her mom. Dean didn't really understand why she was so stressed out. Sure, it was a new school. She would have to get to know the people there. Deal with bullies, annoying preppy cheerleaders, jocks, drug addicts, and possibly a vampire or werewolf. But Dean knew his daughter could take care of herself. But one thing that Dean didn't think about was teenage boys. He didn't think that he would have to worry about it. But the moment he walked Y/n into the school he could see school he could see a handful of teenagers already looking at Y/n. "Okay, you got this. You don't need to worry about anything." Y/n rolled her eyes at her father, fixing her gray bookbag back on her shoulder. "Sure, that's real assuring. I just don't need to worry. You know just because you tell someone to call down or that "they don't need to worry about anything" doesn't automatically calm them down. Sometimes it just stresses them out even more!" She rambled quickly. Dean looked at his daughter bewildered. He had no clue what happened to his confident daughter. Usually, Y/n was confident, outgoing (in a good way), smart, and optimistic. But looking at his daughter right now she was polar opposite. "Alright, tell me. What's wrong?" He asked sincerely. Y/n sighed, trying to feel less anxious, but breathing deeply wasn't working too well. "Dad, every time I get put into school I cant fit in. Hell, I don't fit in anywhere. When I go to my classes I'll be fresh meat. Everyone will be either making fun of me or wondering who the knew student is. But the thing is I will have to make friends. Earn some of these peoples trust and maybe, possibly have to gank them." She said the last part in a low whisper. So low dean had barely heard her from the busy corridor. Dean pulled his daughter into a tight hug. She could physically feel the some of the anxiety lift. Not all of it, but some. "Look, if you don't want to do this we can figure something out. I'm not gonna force this on you, okay?" Y/n nodded, looking at her father before looking around her. "How about this," he started as he wiped his face with his hands. Trying to figure something out. "Alright, you stay in school for a couple days. If you still feel anxious about it you don't have to go no more. I guess somehow I can get in and get to know some of these kids. I might have to be a gym teacher again.. and where them shorts." (you shiver disgusted thinking about that time your father wore those tiny shorts, kind of making you gag a little.) "No! No, I got this. I don't think we need to traumatized any kids." She shouted quickly. She felt like she was being weak. (Even though she wasnt. She was one of the strongest people Dean and Sam have ever known.) Good, because those shorts were so tight! Y/n laughed at her father for over exaggerating.   The school bell ring and Y/n have her father a tight lipped smile. Alright, kiddo. You got this. Have a good day. He gave his daughter a hug and a small peck on her hair line. Love ya, kid. Love you too dad. Y/n watched her father leave then tried to find her locker. Putting the books she didnt need in the locker and keeping the books she would need. Y/ns hands were shaking anxiously. She hated that she was anxious. She was always better around people older or younger then her. Never with people her own age. These days teenagers her judge mental, inappropriate, assholes. Completely different then her. Y/n was on her way to first period, Mr. James, American history class. Room 381. She spent quite a while searching for the class until she ran into something hard. Great, perfect first day Y/n running into people. A boy, who looks like her grade. He was tall looking down just a bit as he looked at Y/n. Y/n had to swallow the gasp she had when she seen his beautiful eyes. One an honey brown with what seemed to be gold flakes in them if you looked at them close enough. His iris a silver blue with a tent of green around the pupil. His eyes stood out with his dark, jet black hair. His skin a deep tan color. He wore blue jeans, gray sneakers and a AC/DC t-shirt on. Im so sorry. I didnt mean to bump  into you. I-I was looking at my schedule and just wasnt paying attention. Y/n rambled, what seemed to be her knew thing to do. His smile made Y/n blush, she looked down at her feet and then back to the boy a moment later. Oh, its fine! Youre new arent you? I think I wouldve remembered someone like you. Y/n tried to conceal the blush creeping up her neck. Her ears were red hot. I am new. My dad just got a job here. The boy nodded listening to Y/n with a smile on his face. Sorry, where are my manners. My name is Blake. Im in 10th grade. What grade are you? He asked, the two began to walk down the hall. 10th, my first class is history. Do you know where that is? Blake smiled and nodded. Yeah, thats my first class. Come on, Ill go show you. They walked into the history class right as it was about to start. Everyone staring  at the two. The teacher mr. James smiled as he welcomed them. Mr. Williams, whos your friend here? Y/n smiled as she walked up to her new history teacher. Y/n Winchester, Im a new student. She spoke politely handing him her transfer note. Welcome Miss. Winchester. Im glad to have you in my class. Pick an open seat. The teacher smiled as he put the transfer note in his desk then moved to the board in the front of the class. Y/n sat beside Blake and beside a Red haired girl. Im Claire, Claire Stevens. Im the class president. A boy snickered and she turned to the kid. Youre not class president. Nobodys voted yet. And even if they did theyd vote for me not you. Said a red headed boy who looked very similar to Claire excepts he had glasses. Thats my brother Keith. His my twin. -Older twin. He butted into the conversation. And I will be the class president, not Claire. He smiled proudly. Okay, whatever. Claire said pulling back the attention. You should totally vote for me when its time. Claire whispered. Anyway, welcome to the Temple high school. I hope you like it. If you need anyone to show you around Id be happy to help you out. Claire spoke softly so Mr. Williams wouldnt get after them for talking. Miss. Stevens Can you tell me when World War Two began? Mr. Williams called Claire as he continued to write on the board with perfect cursive writing. Umm.... September 1, 1939? She spoke unsure if she was correct. Thats right. You shouldnt question yourself. Most the time youre right until you second guess yourself. Claire nodded. Eventually the class ended and everyone left the class. Blake, Claire, and Keith walked out the class together. Claire holding onto Y/ns arms as she points out all the classes. Keith and Blake were talking when suddenly Claire stopped rambling. Who are they? Y/n asked looking at a group of what she would refer to as the mean girls group. Well the one wearing all pink is Claires ex-best friend, Jenna Harris. She stole Claires boyfriend from her. Its a long story for another day. Keith spoke as he pulled his sister into another hall they had to go down. Id just stay away from that group anyway. Theyre crazy. Blake said as he slung his arm around Y/ns shoulder. Y/n nodded as she followed her newly made friends down the hall. So, Y/n where are you from? Claire asked. Lawrence Kansas. Y/n answered with a smile. My dad, uncle and I moved up here for their work. Y/n added before they could get the question out. Oh? What kind of work do they do? Well, theyre detectives, but my uncle went to school to be lawyer years ago. Are they in town for those strange murders? Keith asked Y/n. His voice seemed to shake just a small bit making Y/n think maybe he had something to do with the murders. I think so, from what Ive pieced together theyre here for the murders. But they can tell me too much, You know. Y/n answer nonchalant. The bell rung and Claire showed Y/n to their English class with Mr. Stone. Blake and Keith went to their math class. As the day went on Y/n got to know these three people. They seemed to make great friends. Y/n learned Claire and Keith parents are divorced. They live three miles from the school; so they walk to school most of the time. Keith was worried about being murdered is why he was anxious about asking Y/n if her family moved there for the case. She learned that Blake was single. Not that she needed to know that, but Claire kept telling her that she and Blake would make a good couple. She learned he doesnt live too far from the motel that she and her family were staying in. He has two younger siblings and his parents are together. She also learned hay that he wants to be a detective when he graduates. Finally the last bell rings and Y/n, Blake and another boy whos name is Tyrese left the class together. Y/n learned Tyrese was a good friend of Blakes. So youre a good friend of Blakes? Y/n asked as the three walked to their lockers. Yeah, you can say that. Weve only been practically brothers since kindergarten. Tyrese spoke as he grabbed his books from his locker and put them in his book bag. Oh.. y/n nodded. Thats cool. She added as she too put her books in her book bag. Yup, me and him have been through everything together. His folks took me in when my parents died. Ever since then me and him have been inseparable. Brothers not lovers if thats what you were thinking. Y/n shook her head with a chuckle. No, thats not what I was thinking. I was just thinking how nice it is to have close friends. Tyrese looked at Y/n confused. You dont have any? Its kinda hard to make friends when youre moving all the time. Ive never been in one school long enough. My dad and my uncle makes us move around a lot for their work. Tyrese nodded understanding what she was saying. Well, you dont have to worry about not having any friends. Im your friend now. So is Blake, Claire and Keith. He smiled brightly at y/n. Thanks. She smiled and Tyrese nodded. Its no problem. Y/n, is he talking your ear off? Blake asked, who just came over from his locker. Oh, no. Were just getting to know each other. Y/n explained with a small (friendly) smile. Oh, god. He talked your ear off. Blake joked as he turned to his brother. Man, you gotta learn to stop talking so much. Y/n shook her head as she closed her locker. Y/ns phone dinged signaling a texts from someone. That someone was her dad, just letting her know he was there to pick her up. Tyrese and Blake walked with Y/n out of the school to the Impala, coincidently they parked right beside the black beauty of a car.   This your ride? Blake asked as they walked up to the 67 Impala. Yup, this is my dads baby. Y/n spoke with a smile as she looked at the car which held many memories. Dean looked up seeing his daughter with two boys. Instinctively he got out of the car to get Sticky teenage boys away from his baby. Hey, kiddo. Dean greeted his daughter as he got out the car. His arms crossed in a protective manner. Dad, this is Blake and his friend Tyrese. Blake, Tyrese this is my dad Dean. Y/n introduced them to each other. Nice to meet you sir. Blake said holding his hand out to shake Deans. Yeah.. Dean looked at Blake suspiciously. Well, you ready kiddo? Y/n nodded as she fixed the bag on her shoulder. Ill see you guys tomorrow. Y/n said as dean opened the front door for his daughter. Yeah, bye  Blake and Tyrese spoke as they waved at Y/n and then to dean who was glaring. Dude, you totally have a crush on her. Tyrese playful pushed Blake as he blushed. Blake shook his head as he smiled. Yeah, I do. *** Weeks passed and Y/n got to know the friend group better. She and Claire had became great friends. She would go over to Claires house to study together or just hang out. She tried to see if there was any chance Claire or her brother couldve been the murderer. But neither one showed signs of being vampire or werewolf. Y/n was happy to know that. She didnt want to have to kill her new friends. She, Blake and Tyrese were also close. She was closer with Blake then anyone else. She would go to their football games and cheer them on. She learned vampires are what killed Tyrese's' Parents. She wondered if maybe the people that killed his parents are the same people who are killing people now. "Y/n! You coming to the football game tonight?" Claire asked Y/n as she walked down the hall on her way to her Science class. "Umm, I didn't there was a football game tonight." Y/n said as she held her books to her chest turning to one of her best friends. "Well, there is. and a very special person is playing tonight. A very special quarter back. One that you are gonna marry one day." Y/n shook her head as she blushed.  "Who's marrying who one day?" Blake asked as he threw his arm over his girlfriends shoulder. "Y/n here is gonna marry the number one quarter back." Claire smiled as she looked at Blake with a smile. "Well, Y/n I didn't know you were gonna marry me." Tyrese said with a smile as he leaned over. Playfully kissing her forehead. "Ha. HA." Blake sarcastically laughed as he pulled his girlfriend closer to him. "Sorry, but Y/ns mine. Your gonna have to fight me for her." Blake said with a smile as he playfully held his hands up. Y/n giggled as she hugged Blake placing a kiss on his cheek as she smiled. "We better get to science class before we're late." Claire smiled at Y/n as they began walking to science. Y/n and Claire were hanging out at Claires house when it was time for the football game. The two of them dressed in the school colors as they left Claires house on their way to the game. "Okay, so I have y'alls wedding planed already. Its gonna be a June wedding." Claire started as she and Y/n walked on the sidewalk. "Oh my God! We're not even 18!" Y/n exclaimed with a big smile on her face. "Well, you guys are practically in love." Claire told Y/n as they walked down the sidewalk together. "Umm, I won't deny that, but still. I think its a bit too soon to be thinking about a June wedding." Y/n laughed looking at her friend. "Well doesn't every teenage girl think about their wedding? I mean as your girl best friend I of course will be your maid of honor." Y/n smiled as she looks at her friend. "Of course You will." Y/n smiled as she cheered on her boyfriend playing. Everyone in the stands could feel the exciting energy. The game is a close one 28- 28 with 3 minutes left on the clock. The people in the stands cheering on their team ready to party with the winning team. Y/n and Claire cheered Tyrese and Blake on as the ran down the field passing the football and running. The opposite team trying to catch Blake who had the football. "Run!!" Claire scream as the clock was down to the last 30 seconds of the game. Just as the timer hit 0 he scored. Winning the game. The whole crowd went wild! Y/n and Claire held each other while jumping up and down screaming in excitement. "They won!" They screamed in union. They waited for the crowd to die down until they could easily get to Tyrese and Blake. "You did it!" Y/n smiled as she hugged her sweaty boyfriend. "And you're grossly sweaty." Blake laughed as he kissed his girlfriend. "We won. of course I'm gonna be sweaty." "Well, why don't you guys clean up and shower then we'll go celebrate at the diner." Y/n said as She unraveled herself from her boyfriends sweaty arms. That night they all celebrated at a diner. They were all happy. Enjoying the time they had together. Y/n loved having friends. She just couldn't imagine leaving her friends when the time comes. A year went by and luckily they stayed in town. Sam and Dean decided they were just gonna stay until her senior year.

A year later- Y/n woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She grabbed her phone not even looking to see who the caller was. "Hello?" She mumbles into the phone sleep present in her voice. "Y/n?"  A shaky  voice said into the phone. "Blake?" Y/n asked jumping up worried. "Y/n, you need to help us."  Y/n got up throwing some clothes in as she listened to her boyfriend. "Baby, where are you? Can you tell me where you are?" Y/n asked, trying to figure out how to help. "They have us. The people that killed Tyrese parents. Y/n, babe, they aren't normal. They're monsters." Y/n listened to his trembling voice and she was on the verge of tears. "Blake, I need you to call down. I know it's hard, trust me I really do. Can you tell me where you are?" She listened as the phone went quiet. She couldn't hear him not until she heard a blood curdling scream. "Hi there, Y/n." A voice said into the phone. "If you want your boyfriend and friends out alive meet me at the old middle school. You'll know where it is." "How can I trust you? I need to know they're all okay!" Silence. "Listen you stupid fucking bitch! Tell me they're okay and what you want!!" Y/n screams into the phone. Sam and Dean burst into the room seeing y/n in the room full on panicking. Y/n puts the phone on speaker. "Y/n?" It's all of their voices. "Help us! She's gonna kill us!!"  Dean grabbed the phone from his daughter and starts talking to whoever's on the phone. "Listen you sick son of a bitch. We're gonna find you and kill you. Alright, those kids are gonna come out of this alive. You not so much."

Y/n tried to calm down. She grabbed all the things she needed. Wooden stakes, knifes, her gun she perfected with wooden bullets, one of her favorite type of weapons she's made. Y/n hoped that she would get there in time. She's lost too many people in her life. Too many, and she doesn't want to lose anymore. Especially the ones who are close to her. Y/n got in the Impala, dean shot gun and Sam in the back. (She got to the drivers seat first before dean could). Y/n cranked the car and sped of, tires squalling as she sped out from the motel parking lot towards the old middle school.   "Alright, we need a plan. We can't just go in guns a blazin'." Sam said as he leaned over the back seat. Y/n tapped her fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. Her Y/e/c eyes scanning the road cautiously as she drove. silently praying no cops would pull her over for speeding so she could save her close friends lives. "We find the middle school. You and dad will follow behind me until we're inside. We'll split off and search for them. Whoever finds them kills the bitch who has them. But make sure were safe about it. Most of the time vampires stay with their nest. So they're most likely with two or more other vampires. Look, if you run into a vampire you have to stake them. They're not like the normal vampires you guys kill. These are different. You have to stake them, not cut they're heads off." Y/n explains as she slammed on breaks finally at the middle school. "Okay, I think we understand." Sam spoke softly nodding as he looked at his frighten niece. "Look, I know this isn't the best time. But honey, you have to be prepared for this. You don't know what-" "Don't" Y/n cut Sam off. "Don't say what I know you're gonna say. I-I don't want to hear it. So, lets just get out and go help my friends before.." She couldn't even finish what she was going to say. She just needs to help her friends. She cares too much to lose anyone else. Y/n grabs the wooden stakes from the trunks hatch, giving some to both Dean and Sam. Y/n placed her pistol on her side, after making sure she had her wooden bullets inside of it. She also made sure she had her other gun on her thigh holster. That gun kept silver bullets inside of it. She was thought it was a vampire, but was going to be prepared if it was a werewolf too. "Alright," She says clicking on her flashlight. "lets go." Sam and dean follow Y/n in, both with their guns in hand. "Split up, it'll be faster if we do." Y/n said while the entered the school. Dean and Sam shared a worried look but did as Y/n said. Y/n went straight down the hall, Dean went left and Sam to the right. Y/n said a silent prayer as she went into the office into the small rooms. Checking each room searching for the friends she considered family. The family she loved dearly. They continued through the school when Y/n heard screaming. She ran through the halls following the screaming. "Y/n! Help!" She heard the Screams of Claire and Keith. She speed down the hall coming to a stop at the boiler room. (Its always at the boiler room SMH) Y/n grabbed her pistol with the silver bullets in it and held a wooden stake in the other. She burst through the door and pointed the gun around. "Ahh, Y/n, welcome to the slaughter party." Y/n looked up to see a red eyed vampire. "Are you kidding me?" Y/n asked as lunged at the vampire, right as she was about to kill the vampire he moved over. The vampire  moved the stake out of the way punching Y/n as he tried to kick her. Y/n moved backwards before he could kick her.  "You don't get to mess with my friends." Y/n said through gritted teeth. Punching the male vampire hard enough it split the vampires lip. The vampire laughed at Y/n as she continued punching him until he was choking on blood. "You stupid, brat." he smirked as he shook his head. "I don't have your friends. You're wasting valuable time." Y/n shook her head as he eyes were wide. She staked the vampire. Her phone rang, her dad was calling. "Hey, there's noise coming from the gym. We think they're in there. We didn't find anything. Its the only room left inside the school we haven't checked." Y/n nodded until she remembered her father couldn't hear her. "I'm on my way." She ran as fast as she could. She could hear the screams of her friends and then there was another scream. Her dad and uncle. She finally made it to the gym when she seen a vampire draining the blood of Keith. Sobbing out a cry she burst into the gym. She could see a vampire holding onto her dad and uncle. "Put him down." Y/n said as she pointed the gun at the monster in front of her.  The vampire smiled as it stopped drinking Keith's blood. "Okay." The vampire smiled, Keith dropped down to the floor. Currently losing more blood, well what was left of his blood. Y/n shot the vampire with the wooden bullet. The vampire fell to the ground dead. Y/n quickly turned around to see her father and uncle being held back by vampires. Each with a sorrowful look on their faces. "I'm sorry, we couldn't save them." Y/n had no clue what her dad was talking about till her eyes caught a glimpse of crimson liquid on the ground. "No," She gasped looking down at the bodies behind her dad and uncle with the vampire behind them too. "What are you going to kill me? The only way to kill me is to kill your dad or your uncle." The man smiled as he looked at Y/n. "I can't." Y/n cried, shaking her head. Dean looked at his daughter as tears were brimming his jade green eyes. Sam too was on the verge of tears. "Just do it. Its okay." Y/n shook her head as she tried to think of an other option. "I can't, daddy." she cried looking at her dad as he body shook as she sobbed. "Yes, you can." "Awe, how cute. A little father daughter moment. But, its not gonna last. I'm giving you just a minute before I kill them." Y/n shook her head as she smiled. "No, you're not." Y/n smirked. Her gun held up as she pointed the gun at the vampires head. "You see, If I have learned anything about being a Winchester. I can say I have learned this. Usually when you shoot someone in the head it fucking hurts." Just as Y/n finished saying that she pulled the trigger. The wooden bullet going straight through the vampires head. Releasing Sam and dean from his tight grip. Giving y/n a chance to shoot the vampire through the heart. Finally killing the vampire. Sam and dean moved the bodies of the vampires as Y/n walked over to her friends. They were leaned up against the wall, covered in blood, and had been drained out of blood. Sobs racked Y/ns body as she seen the bruises on their bodies, showing how they had fought for their lives. Y/n fell to her knees as she sobbed. She could barely breath as she looked at her dead friends. "Y/n." She heard a voice mumble. turning her head she seen Blake smile. "You're here." He spoke softly as tears ran down his face. "I'm here, baby." She cried as she crawled over to him pulling him carefully into her arms. "I'm so sorry I didn't get here soon enough. I was too late." She cried. Blake shook his head as he took his cold, bloody hand wiping the tears from Y/ns face. "This isn't your fought. You couldn't control this. You can't control this." Y/n shook her head as she leaned her head against his. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I should've been there. I could've saved you. I could've saved all of you. If I would've known. If I.." Blake chuckled as he shook his head. "There's no what ifs Y/n." Blakes voice was slurring as he slowly losing more blood. Y/n cried as she kissed his forehead. "I don't want to lose you." She cried. He nodded he began to cry. "Listen to me." Blake started as he looked at Y/n through tears. "It was never your fought. You have to believe me." Y/n nodded as she cried. "I just don't want to lose anyone else." She whispered against his head. "You're not. Baby, look. I want you to know, no matter what happens I will never blame you for what's happened. You didn't cause this." Y/n cried as she nodded she was listening but not listening. She was tired of losing people, but being a Winchester had its baggage. She lost her dad and uncle probably more than ten times. She's lost Bobby, Ellen, Joe, Kevin (who was like her brother),  John her grandfather who was a dick, but still. There's more people she's lost, but she was just tired of losing all of her family. "I-I want you t-to promise me s-something." His voice was shaking as he started to lose more and more blood. "When I-I die." He stuttered, "no" Y/n shook her head not wanting to come to the fact she was going to lose the guy she loved. "It's gonna happen baby." He spoke softly. "I want-t you to remember me when I'm gone. But you have to promise me, promise me you'll move on." He cried as he moved his hands from hers to his left ring finger. His class ring. "I want you to have this. To have a small token of me while I'm gone." He placed his class ring on her finger making her sadly smile. "Have your June wedding with someone who loves you more than anything in the world. But most of all. You'll save hundreds of people. You might not be able to save everyone, but you can't let that get in your way. You have to believe in yourself." There was a short pause as he started coughing, slowly slipping away. "I love-e you, Y/n Winchester." He spoke as he leaned up kissing her one final time. "I love you too." She cried as she felt him take his final breath. She sobbed as she held onto his lifeless body. Unable to do anything besides scream for help. Sam and Dean walked into the room watching as Y/n and Blake had their last moments together. Y/n cried, sobbed, screamed as she held onto Blakes lifeless body. They walked over to Y/n pulling her into their arms as she sobbed. The two of them feeling her pain. They knew what she was feeling because they have been through it their whole lives. Being a hunter brings hurt and death. But most of all being a Winchester had its burdens, but they were there for each other. They care for each other and they love each other. There for each other through everything. Whatever came up, they would always protect each other. They let the families bury the dead, but at night they salt and burned the bodies making sure they wouldn't come back as spirits. Y/n may be broken, but she had her family. They will help her get back to normal. Whatever normal it. Whatever its going to be. She's going to always have a piece of herself gone, but one day that piece might be mended. Hopefully one day, she'll meet her one true love. The one who will love her more than anything in the world, give her the dream wedding she wanted. The June wedding she'll have. With the people she loves. One day, things will be better. But for now, she's gonna keep kicking. She's going to keep killing monsters saving people, hunting things. You know the family business.

[yearns-in-lesbian]

heY I saw your post about your OCs and aah I love them all so much and idk I kinda made up a few hcs for them hope you like them ahaha also also I just wanna say I LOVE YOUR BLOG!!! (and your username <33) and you seem like one hell of an awesome person woo

aha so here goes:

Florence

great sister

and prolly really good with kids, the mom of the group

i think she’d name her cat Delilah or something like that~

I’d go bicycling with her

question) what does she like to do in her leisure time?

Sage

super fashionable

customises her clothes

loves trying new things

I think she’d really enjoy pottery

q) whats her favourite artist or art piece?

Sawyer

supportive of you and always listens to you

believes the zombie apocalypse will occur some day and has an elaborate plan to survive it

I think he enjoys baking~ aaa

q) what are his dreams and goals? what did he want to be when he was younger?

Bea

gives me the wine aunt vibes

great at gift giving

prolly writes notes to her friends in Latin during class

q) why was she homeschooled?

Margo

hella strong willed and very witty

supportive of her kids

makes the best waffles in town

more of a dog person than a cat person

q) why did she want to become a journalist?

Conner (love him)

conny for short?

I’d ask him for book recs

wants to go sky diving

got into swimming at a young age

q) what are some of his favourite books? (other than pjo)

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aaaaaaaaaaaaa okay yeah there goes that ahaha this was super fun! I wanna know more about your characters so tell me if something seems right or wrong about my assumptions ehe

Hope you have a great day!! <33

ahhh

thank you, thank you, thank you!!

sorry for taking a few days to respond, but here goes:

Florence

yeah she’s a really good sister, she’s pretty good with kids but sometimes get over whelmed by the noise and chaos of taking care of them, the mom but in a “If they hurt you I’ll their ass” kinda way (gets told to act diplomatically by Sawyer). Yes, yes, yes! Her cat will be named Delilah, I love it, it’s just yes! Same, she would defiantly be awesome to bike with. 

Q) What does she like to do in her leisure time?

A) People watch or do sports or write

Sage

She is a fashion icon. yes, also like all of her jeans have things painted on the back pockets. Yeah, unless it’s food because she is a bit of a picky eater. She has deffienntly tried pottery. 

Q) What’s her favorite artist or art piece?

A) maybe the van goh sunflowers *pretends to know stuff about art*

Sawyer

Yes, v supportive (but doesn’t let Florence get deffensive and fight people). He and Sarah (haven't exactly gotten around to making a post for her yet, but another oc) have very detailed and elaborate zombie apocalypse plan, it’s like Kevin Mccalister style. He is banned from the kitchen, there was an incident.

Q) What are his dreams and goals? what did he want to be when he was younger?

A) short term goal: win the state championship for soccer (if such a thing exists, there is states for swimming, so I think there must be one for soccer)

long term: become a teacher maybe, idk I think he has that one cool teacher vibes 

he wanted to be an astronaut when he was younger 

Bea

She is the wine aunt. Not really, but she is the best gift wrapper in the group. Has a group chat, where they exclusively speak in latin.

Q) Why was she homeschooled?

A) Her mom was moving a lot for work at the time, and it would be easier than switching schools or idk, not totally sure why I did this tbh

Margo

She is kinda like Joyce Byers and Ellen Claremont in one person (so yes to the first 2). Yes, her waffles are legendary!!!! Mhm yeah. 

Q) Why did she want to become a journalist?

A) She wanted to write and inform people/make a difference

Conner 

Only lets Sawyer call him any nicknames. Sometimes the other calls him nicknames to tease him though. His book recs are so good. Actually scared of heights. Yep, he was like 5 or 6. (The swimming thing is based on one of my friends who started swimming around that age, and yeah)

Q) What are some of his favorite books?

A) The Addison Cooke Books, When the Sea Turned to Silver (and the other books in that series, idk a couple of books are like realtaded to each other), and the Princess Bride 

(the titles of the books all have links to a description of them) 

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oh my god I had such a fun time answering this!!!

(also btw I have a writing/oc blog now, there isn't much there yet, but it’s @theo-writes-i-guess) 

I hope you have a great day too!!!!!

thanks for the ask :)

[cherryafton]

Ask 3-29

I’m sorry for taking my time to answer, I want to give a full thing so it’s taking time to elaborate everything, anyway, here it is!

I’m sorry if it’s a long post, the answers are under the cut :(

3. Orientation and relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?)

She’s bisexual but she never came out to her parents bc she feared what her family would say or do. :(

I still don’t know what am I gonna do with her in this relationship status thing, I don’t have any ideas, rn

She used to have a crush on Park but she shoved it away in fear she didn’t return her feelings and then she developed this huge crush towards Adler, he made her feel things she hasn’t felt a long time ago, she felt this connection she hasn’t had in years and well, she fell deeply in love with this man.

4. Race and Ethnicity

She’s Caucasian and she’s Russian.

5. Height and body type

Her height is 5’6’’ (167.5)

I did a little research on the different body types and I think hers is Endomorph with a pear body shape.

6. Headcanon VA

I have no idea what the hell VA stands for so I’ll just share a headcanon of her:

When she’s nervous, she starts “fidgeting” with her finger or anything that she has in her hands. 

19. Hobbies

18. Have any special keepsakes?

He has the collar of her deceased dog Cain as a bracelet to give her strength and motivation.

Also, she has a gold chain with an “M” as a lucky charm or so she thinks, the previous owner was very special to Vika.

Singing, dancing (she’s not that good tbh), reading comics, watching movies, listening music, photography, poker, songwriting, playing the guitar, flower picking, journaling (just writing down her thoughts or feelings, idk if it counts as journaling, correct me if I’m wrong pls), collecting stickers and stargazing.

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

If it’s a night out or something casual, she wears a black denim jacket, a white shirt, denim jeans and a pair of combat boots.

 If it’s in one of those umm “heavy duty” missions she just wears a plain black turtleneck with cargo pants and her trustworthy boots.

If it’s in one of those missions where she doesn’t have to do much (like in Brick in the wall mission) she would DEFINETLY wear this (actually, she wore this on the mission mentioned above)(i want to draw her in this outfit SO BAD pls send motivation) :

While she is on the safehouse she wears something simple, some cargo pants, a cropped tank top, her boots and if she’s cold, she wears a hoodie or anything that keeps her warm.

Her aesthetic is hard to explain, it’s kind of a combination between bruises, smoking, guns, this “mind control” things and stuff.

Here’s a Pinterest board with her aesthetic if you’re interested:

https://pin.it/3Yh2H5N

25. City or country?

She loves the bustling crowded, exciting, fast-paced city but she feels more at home in the country, it reminds her a lot of her life before all this mess.

26. Guilty pleasure

She will never NEVER admit it but she loves watching romantic cheesy movies and daydreaming about it all day, thinking that she’ll have something like that.

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

Her parents (Aleksandr and Galina) divorced when she was 4 years old, 5 months later her dad met Nina and two years later they married and moved into Nina’s house, where Vika met her grandfather Perseus and got along pretty well with him instantly. Viktoria’s relationship with her stepmother Nina is better than her relationship with her biological mother Galina. Apart from the whole divorce thing, she has a normal family like any other.

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level?

Nah, she would read a book or two but only if it’s about a subject that interests her or catches her attention enough to read the whole thing, she’d rather read comics. She was homeschooled by her father Aleksandr but he only taught her the essentials as well as English in fear of the aftermath of WW2.

29. What was childhood like?

As mentioned above, her parents got divorced but she still had a happy childhood. One of the happiest moments in her childhood was when she turned 10, her parents gifted her a borzoi dog named Cain, he kept her good company.

When she met Perseus, they both had a special connection, of course, Viktoria was a child and at her age, she wouldn’t understand things as war and violence but she was very interested in her gramps stories either way. They always spent time together, she enjoyed it when they went flower picking or walked Cain, it was a nice feeling, she never lacked anything, she had a happy life with caring parents, a spoiling and cool grandpa, a loyal adorable dog and last but not least a warm and welcoming home.

When her gramps was gone for his missions, Vika spent her time with some kids she met in her neighborhood named Nikolay and Anna, they walked Cain and played catch with him, also they tried to train him but they failed multiple times, it was fun and after trying a lot, they made it. They were really good friends.