#does he have a hobby of testing how far sam will go for him just to giggle about it to himself later in bed? does he suffer dementia

[shadystranger]

sam walks around everyday at the risk of getting dean jumpscared. pray for him

love how he made the dogshittest coverup in history of mankind and tucked his hair back

[nerdlifecentralsblog]

Unknown Secrets [5] - repost

Summary: Crowley and Rowena work at keeping suspicions off of the reader’s back while the Hunters get close to nowhere in their searching. Y/n discovers a possible pattern that could lead to Asmodeus’ whereabouts and even more answers relating to her lineage.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned), Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,800 :O

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Merry Christmas SPN Family!!!! I wasn’t planning on finishing this chapter until after Christmas but consider it an early gift from me to you. Hope y'all enjoy it and would love to hear your feedback! <33

I wake with a start and take a few calming breaths and look around the living room. “When did I even fall asleep?” I only hope today isn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as yesterday was, I should probably call Ketch and let him know I’m with my “experts” and that they’re working on solutions as we speak. But the very thought brings back anxiety.

“Good morning, y/n. Sleep well I assume?” A deep British voice says from behind me. I sit up on the couch and see Crowley standing with his cellphone in hand. “My mother had to run some errands and test some theories she has about helping you stay hidden.”

I nod and say, “You certainly like to sneak up on people, Crowley,” the demon pockets his phone and chuckles.

“What can I say, it’s a hobby of mine.” he winks and continues, “The Winchesters are probably getting antsy, I figured it would be a good idea to go and give the boys a visit. Let them know that you’re safe and all.”

I nod, thankful I don’t have to be the one to lie on the spot. “Thank you, Crowley. What exactly are you going to tell them?”

“Nothing far from the truth, darling,” he says, smirking, “that you came to my mother for help and she asked for my help as well. If they try to push any further, I can just call them morons for suspecting you.”

I can’t help but laugh, Crowley smiles at me and he suddenly disappears. “Does he just follow the Winchesters around or something?” Though I’m grateful he went to tell them in person, I still wish I could hear what was going on.

I hear the front door click and a pair of heels walk inside, the door closing behind them.

“Hey, Rowena,” I call from my spot still on her couch, “go on any wild adventures while you were out?”

She laughs, her red curls bouncing as she unloads bags from her arms onto a side table near one of her armchairs. “No adventures this time, just calling in a few favors and catching up with some fellow witches.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. She never talks with other witches after she was practically a laughing stock after trying to create her “Mega Coven”.

“But enough about me,” she says, placing her large purse on the same table from last night. She walks into her kitchen area and continues, “how did your chat with Arthur go last night? By the time I came back to check on you, you had fallen asleep.”

“Well, I still feel horrible lying to him, but I don’t think he suspects me.” I follow her through her house and take a seat nearby where she was working in the kitchen, making even more tea and humming in acknowledgment. “But now I don’t know how to keep this up, I mean, these people have been hunting their whole lives and are famous for being paranoid. And to add to it, I have a message from Sam asking how I’m doing and to call him when I get the chance.”

She sends a quick sideways glance in my direction but doesn’t respond. I don’t have any ideas and frankly, the silence is welcomed.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long as I hear my ringtone go off from the coffee table in front of me. I pick it up and see Sam’s contact light up. Rowena immediately gets up and stands behind me as I answer with shaky hands, unprepared to talk with the Hunters again.

“Hey, Y/n?” Sam asks, although it was a little hard to hear him.

“Yes?” I respond, “it’s a little hard to hear you, Sam, are you guys on the road or somewhere with choppy wifi?”

I hear him huff a tense laugh and vaguely hear Dean on the verge of yelling. “Yeah well we got a surprise visitor and Dean and Gabe aren’t exactly thrilled with his appearance.”

I groan in frustration, I’m sure that it’s Crowley bugging the hell out of them rather than actually explaining what’s going on. Of course he had to leave all the hard lying to me. “Put me on speaker, will you? It’s gonna be a lot easier to explain what’s going on if I can just talk to everyone all at once.”

“Sure thing,” he responds, “alright, Y/n, you’re on speaker.”

“Um, hey guys, how’s the search coming?” I say, my leg bouncing with nerves.

“Hello, Y/n,” Cas responds, sounding extremely tired. Probably from dealing with everyone arguing about who knows what. “We don’t have anything yet, only the information we already knew about lightning storms and other demon signs here.”

“Okay, and what was all the shouting about?” Their end of the line went silent, “I’m assuming it has something to do with Crowley being there.”

“And how exactly did you know that?” I hear Dean say, I think he moved closer to the phone because his voice is much clearer than before. “You send him here or something?”

I roll my eyes even though the only person who can see it is Rowena. She chuckles and leans over me to speak into my phone, “You really think my son listens to anyone but himself, Dean?” She gives me a small wink and leans back indicating that’s all she wanted to say for now, placing my phone back on my lap as I hear Dean mutter something on the other line. I know Mick and Ketch have told me about Dean’s grumpiness, but it is insanely irritating to be trying to have a conversation with him while he’s in a mood.

“Wait, Rowena’s with you?” Sam asks incredulously, as someone slams the motel door. I can only assume it was Gabriel as I’m sure he wants nothing to do with demons and was already on edge with the Asmodeus situation.

I hear Crowley sigh loudly, I can just see his eyes rolling. I also hear someone’s footsteps walk toward the phone, “Helpful as ever, mother,” Crowley responds, “if you would all stop acting like morons for two minutes I could actually explain what’s going on here.” Now it’s my turn to sigh, if he’s gonna explain what’s happening then why the hell am I even here?

“No offense, Crowley, but I’d much rather hear what’s going on from y/n,” Mick speaks up, “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I am much more inclined to believe her.”

Crowley huffs and I can only imagine the eye roll Dean gave at his dramatics.

“If you insist, Mick, I would love to enlighten you, boys,” I say with a fake smile, hoping they could hear it in my tone and believe it is real. “I decided it wouldn’t be very smart to stay by myself if I really am sick or something else is going on, so I figured I should stay with some experts I know.” I pause looking up at Rowena, not really sure how I should word the rest of this. I’ve never been the best at lying so I decide to avoid a complete lie, though I know I can’t be entirely truthful without having a death wish. She nods in encouragement for me to continue. “Rowena and Crowley were kind enough to help me out and make sure I’m doing okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with them but I’ll still be working to track any omens or look for possible patterns for you guys.”

I tentatively hold my breath, waiting for some kind of response. I hear the phone be picked up and I assume it is taken off of speaker since the connection becomes a bit clearer.

“Hey, y/n,” Mick says quietly. “I know this is scary for you, especially with Gabriel practically running you off of this case, but you know you can come to me or Ketch with anything right?”

My eyes begin tearing up hearing Mick talk so openly and kindly to me. I’ve certainly known him and Ketch the longest and I trust them both with my life. I can’t handle actively lying to them and not being able to come to them with my anxieties. Both of my boys calling me makes me realize how much harder coming clean is going to be; it’s not like I can drop off the face of the earth and disappear without anyone trying to look for me.

“Y/n? You still there, love?” Mick’s voice brings me back from my racing thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry I’m still here,” I respond, willing my voice to not crack. Turns out my willpower isn’t that strong as my voice is super quiet and breaks at the end of my sentence. I hear Mick sigh sadly on the other line as we sit in silence together for a moment.

Mick breaks the silence, empathy evident in his tone, “Are you safe? I know you are more than capable of handling yourself, but I want to make sure you’re also able to recover from this without driving yourself to a breaking point.”

I nod and respond, “Yeah, I’m safe here. I wish I could be there with you and Ketch but I know it’s best to stay away in case this is some kind of bug or something that can spread. I don’t want to get in your way.” I can tell my last comment upset him, even though I can only hear Mick I can vividly see his brows furrow in concern.

“Y/n, you don’t need to ever worry about being in the way. I can’t speak for the Winchesters or the bloody angels, but just know that both Ketch and I miss you, and he would really love a call from you when you feel up to it.”

I smile into the phone. The Brits aren’t really known for being endearing very often, but I know they are both making an effort to be available to me in their own ways.

“I’ll call him a bit later, I should really try and get some research done for you guys. Pretty sure the addition of Gabriel and my absence ruined any chance of there being brain cells left for you and Ketch to abuse.”

Mick chuckles quietly saying, “Alright, love, I won’t keep you any longer. Don’t forget to call and lend us that brain of yours.” He says teasingly.

I laugh and promise to catch up later, then I hang up on him. I didn’t even realize I had been crying until Rowena gently hands me a box of tissues and walks off to the kitchen. I hear her moving around, I realize she is making more tea as she places her tea kettle on the stovetop.

I decide I might as well start researching now so I can be sure to call Ketch later with more info on the surrounding towns. I have a feeling Asmodeus wouldn’t stray too far away from me without good reason to. From what other Hunters at my bar have been telling me over the past few months, nothing crazy or demonic has happened. Although no one around here knows what Princes of Hell are so there is always a possibility they simply weren’t seeing the signs.

Rowena walks back in and places two teacups and a kettle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and occupies the seat next to me as I grab my laptop out of my backpack. I smile as thanks to her and start up my computer.

I spend most of the day gathering as many weather reports from surrounding towns that date back to forty years ago and writing down any possible anomalies or patterns; since that is also when the lightning storms in Dubuque began. The only real breaks I take are when Rowena practically forces me to step away from my computer for some food, and most of our conversation is filled with what I’ve discovered.

Sometime in the afternoon, Crowley walks through the front door with a look of almost boredom on his face. “Hello, mother, y/n.”

Rowena waves and I respond, “Hey, Crowley, how did babysitting go?”

“Absolutely horrid. I honestly don’t understand how they can get anything done with the constant bickering.” I laugh at his exasperation. I was only with all of them for a day and it was pretty overwhelming. “I will say, the smartest thing they did was calling you.”

I shake my head trying not to laugh, “Did they make any progress on any leads?” I ask, hoping that they decided to pursue other possibilities other than the idea that I’m the nephidemon.

“Well, not really. They are still wasting time searching in Iowa for Asmodeus’s child,” oh no, they better not have done any other spellwork. Crowley softens his gaze, “don’t worry, they didn’t do anything magic-related. And anytime any of them tried to bring you up or suggest calling you again I tried to shoot down the idea.”

I sigh in relief. I know that if they tried to replicate Rowena’s previous spell it would only solidify in their minds that I’m the enemy right now. I can’t believe Crowley actively stuck up for me though, I know he said he would help but lying to that many powerful people and angels is extremely risky.

“Thank you, Crowley. I have another question though,” I really want to ask him if any demons he knows of are hanging around in the towns surrounding Dubuque.

“I am an open book, darling. What do you need to know?”

He responds. Rowena steps out gathering the teacups and kettle, giving me and Crowley the opportunity to have a little bit of privacy.

“Well,” I say, “I’ve been doing some research on the smaller cities surrounding Dubuque, and I’ve realized that every five years there have been regular lightning storms and even crop failures in the towns that grow enough crops to track that kinda thing.”

“Okay, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary, y/n. Crops fail all the time and electrical storms coming and going like that isn’t enough evidence.”

I hold my hand up at Crowley’s comment. He raises his eyebrows and moves to sit next to me on the couch, waving to continue my ideas. “That’s what I thought at first too, but here’s the thing, every five years on the same day the electrical storms and crop failures stop in one town and move to another. Five years later on the same day again they move to a third town. Wanna guess what happens five years from then?” Again I only receive an eyebrow raise and wave to continue, “It goes back to the first town. And, each of these towns are exactly four miles away from Dubuque.”

“That is very compelling, my dear, but how can you connect any of this back to Asmodeus?” Crowley asks sounding slightly impatient.

“That’s also what I was thinking, so I did some more research into Asmodeus himself, and turns out, he is the Fourth Prince of Hell.” Crowley’s eyes widen in surprise and recognition. “There’s one more thing,” I add, a bit hesitant as Crowley leans in interest sparking in his eyes. “The day Asmodeus switches towns is always on my birthday.” He leans back into the couch and lets out a puff of air.

“So what I’m hearing is that Asmodeus supposedly stayed in Dubuque for twenty years, had the nephidemon -” “You mean me.” I interrupt, but he narrows his eyes and continues, “then continued to stay in the towns exactly four miles from your town for what reason?”

I shake my head at his question. “Who knows why that demon does what he does, why bother trying to figure it out when we know the patterns of where he will be every year?” Rowena exclaims, her heels clicking against the floor as she struts into the room.

“That’s something that I’m sure Sam and Dean can overthink into creating a solution for us,” I suggest while grabbing my phone and searching for Ketch’s phone number. The phone rings twice before Ketch picks up.

“Hey, y/n! Feeling better I hope?” I can’t help but smile at Ketch’s warm greeting, though the warmth is quickly replaced with anxiety.

“Hey, Ketch. I’m feeling a little bit better, you sound a bit tired, are you okay?” I ask, partially to pass the conversation off of me but also in concern for him. It’s no secret that Hunters tend to keep emotions and worries holed up inside and the exhaustion lacing Ketch’s voice is concerning to me.

“I’m doing all right, love. Trying to ensure this town’s safety is all, plus,” he whispers, “you’re the only American I can deal with, and being practically holed up with these American Hunters is driving me a tad insane.”

I chuckle softly and he does the same. “Could you put me on speaker for a sec? I’ve been doing some research and I think I might have something.”

“You mean to say you didn’t call just to have a pleasant conversation with me?” I roll my eyes and wait for Ketch to do as I asked. “Alright, love, you’re on speaker now.”

“Okay, so as I just told Ketch I’ve been doing some digging and I think I might have found something demon-related.” I hear slight shuffling sounds coming from the phone, probably the boys grouping around the phone to hear me better. “Basically, my thought process was if we are thinking that Asmodeus stayed in Dubuque to try and throw off any suspicions that his future child would bring, he most likely isn’t still there.”

“Why do you say that?” Dean asks sounding unconvinced.

I sigh and reply, “Because it would be way too risky. A Prince of Hell and his kid hanging out in the same town for years? There’s no way Hunters around the country wouldn’t recognize the signs and go after them. Anyway, I was checking out the neighboring cities to see if any demon omens were happening and they are, in a very specific pattern too.” I paused taking a grounding breath, Crowley scoots a little closer, giving me some assurance as I continue to tell the Hunters on the phone about the cattle mutilations, electrical storms, and the small number of crop failures in three of the towns.

“How far are these towns again, y/n?” Sam asks.

“Oh yeah! Each town is exactly four miles from Dubuque.” It’s probably best to leave out what date these issues occur on, I’m trying to throw suspicion off of me and I doubt revealing my birthdate would truly do that.

“Even if it isn’t Asmodeus, I’ve been wanting to kick some demonic ass today,” Dean spoke up. I chuckle at his response, though I’m very grateful they are still willing to take care of my town while I’m not there.

“That’s not very nice of you to say. I might feel threatened.” Crowley butted in a playful smirk on his face.

“Y/n, can you take us off speaker for a second?” Mick asks, sounding a bit uncomfortable.

I look over to Crowley a bit confused, Mick never sounds like this and his tone is putting me on edge. “Um, yeah, one sec Mick.” I respond, Crowley rolls his eyes and gestures vaguely to himself as he scoots back to give me a bit of privacy.

“Y/n, love? You still there?” Mick says from the other line, I don’t know why he’s so worried and I’m also not sure if Ketch’s phone is off speaker yet.

“Hey, Mick. Um, why did you want to talk privately?” I question.

“Well, are you sure you’re safe there? I certainly trust that you can handle yourself, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re working hard on this case with us, but I want to make sure you’re not in danger…” He trails off.

“If you’re asking about if I’m safe where I am geographically speaking then yes, I’m in one of the safest places I could think of. I am also with the safest experts I could think of other than you or Ketch.” I pause, hoping that Mick doesn’t worry as much about me. I want him and Ketch to focus on hunting Asmodeus and keep me completely out of their minds.

“If you say so, it’s just,” Mick pauses, a sigh leaving his lips, “you know me well, love. I don’t trust easily and I certainly don’t trust demons. So, if you’re feeling up for it, I know that I would feel better with you here. Even if you stay at your home or here at the hotel all day, simply knowing you’re nearby would greatly ease my conscience.”

I drop my head and try to come up with lies or excuses as to why I can’t go back yet, I’m not ready, and what happens if Castiel or Gabriel try to use angel powers and check up on me or something? What if they find out that I’m a monster?

“I know you might not be ready yet, but just know that I’m here if you want to talk through anything.” Mick brings me out of my panicked thoughts. I’m very grateful that he has given me some time to decide.

“Well, I’ll definitely need some time to decide, I would love to be back with you guys and work the case. But I have to be certain I won’t pass out again or cause for you guys to waste more time on me when we need to focus entirely on hunting down Asmodeus and getting some answers.”

“I understand, y/n. Just, take care of yourself and give me a call tomorrow, okay?” I nod.

“I will, Mick. I love you and Ketch for looking out for me, make sure you’re both taking care of yourselves, okay?” Like most Hunters, when the Brits are on a tough case they tend to forfeit sleep and mental health until the monster is dead and people are safe.

He huffs a laugh, “We’ll try our best, love. You keep resting and get your strength up and call us whenever you’ve decided.”

I promise to call tomorrow and hang up with one last goodbye to Mick before he hangs up. Although I am terrified of the idea of being surrounded by these relentless Hunters, I know the situation can also get so much worse if they become suspicious of me while I’m staying with Rowena. I can’t let her earn more enemies because she chose to help me, it’s time to finally face the music.

[mccall-me-maurice]

A new list of headcanons for the updated AU

Lotf headcanons

Jack:

Jack is Ralph’s academic rival and also head of the debate team. He spends the weekends at his father’s business, learning how to run the company. On the Saturday nights, he goes to an underground club in a fight ring thing. Nobody knows he does it, even though Ralph also spends time there.

Jack is dyslexic and has minor and manageable OCD, denying using extra help for his dyslexia in classes.

Comes from a wealthy family with 6 siblings, his father divorcing his mother and marrying his step-mother who he pushes away because he’s angsty and shes “not his real mother.”

Loves 80s music so much, he’s a nerd for it.

Sings in the shower/bathroom like into a hairbrush in front of the mirror in his little towel like a nerd but he’s actually really good at singing.

Wears his uniform extremely sharply and very crisp like why so much effort.

He has hearing loss due to an accident in his childhood and he’s fluent in ASL, but doesn’t wear his hearing aids almost ever.

Ralph:

Ralph is fluent in violin, he’s actually really good at playing, he was also an ocean lifeguard and saved Jack’s life when he got caught in a current.

He wears thick framed glasses to read and has really swoopy handwriting thats illegible because it’s like messy calligraphy.

Ralph dives as a hobby and is so good at it, like scary good at diving perfectly.

He has beauty marks on his face that he lets people trace sometimes, ink usually adorning his cheeks.

Very French, extremely French. Fluent in the language.

Draws on his hands with different coloured pens and the designs are always so intricate like a mandala colouring book.

Also draws on the cuffs of his jeans and the rubber edge of his sneakers all the time.

Blushes very easily, will go red in a matter of seconds flat either when he’s flustered, embarrassed or angry.

Brothers with Robert.

Simon:

Spends all of his out of school time in his mother’s flower shop and can recite the meaning of most flowers if you ask him. His fingers are all bandaged up because of how much he cuts himself with knives when he’s removing stems or clippers.

He has epilepsy and faints frequently.

Is a fan of older musicals, like Grease, Dirty Dancing and Hairspray and makes the choir watch them with him.

Rarely spends time indoors, Simon is usually out biking around the neighbourhood or walking around with his friends from school.

Will paint rocks and gift them to people when he thinks they’re upset. Also does face painting at the school carnivals, because he never minds being alone in a booth when there is nobody there.

Speaks softly and is usually ignored in favour of people with louder opinions, but he’s usually right.

Roger:

His biological family died in a house accident, the only thing surviving being him and his cat Nastya, who he loves more than anything. Because of his parents death, he taught himself the rest of the Russian language, which they were already teaching him along with English. However, his heritage is East Asian and Russian.

He pierced his lip by himself, and even though it turned out fine, he got his ears done professionally.

Not very affectionate and will push people away, distancing himself because he doesn’t like the idea of anyone being close to him and get under his skin.

Dyed the back part of his hair on a whim and just liked it enough to keep it as a style.

Spends nights at Simon’s place instead of his own, finding more comfort in Simon’s house.

Sam:

Comes from a German family, but knows German, Italian and English.

He hates birthdays because he doesn’t understand why they are so important.

Hates social interactions and actively avoids them with a passion. He gets extremely nervous and just leaves abruptly when he gets too overwhelmed.

Younger than Eric by 6 minutes, which he routinely gets teased for.

Into super cheesy romantic movies because he loves the idea of a happy ending despite not having one himself.

Messes with his hair when he’s anxious, so it’s constantly messy and mussed.

Mega nail biter when he’s nervous.

Cousins with Jack.

Maurice:

Heavily touch reliant and when his friends don’t show him physical affection, he assumes the worst and gets very upset.

Heavily Italian, like so fucking Italian. His family hardly speaks English and he learned most of his from school.

Very passionate about science despite most people thinking he’s an idiot. He has some of the highest marks in his class.

Messes with things when he’s talking or uses hand gestures. Like if there’s a pen, he’s clicking it because it helps him concentrate.

Maurice has like a billion flannels and hoodies he just cycles through and it looks like he doesn’t change but no, it’s just that he owns a gazillion grey hoodies

His older sister when to an Ivy League school, so he owns a lot of stuff from it that he wears like sweaters or ball caps.

Eric:

Very sarcastic. his entire sense of humour is him bathing in his own sarcasm. It’s actually pretty well timed and kind of funny how he’s able to deadpan his jokes.

Very easily picks up on languages. He’s fluent or close to fluent in German, English, Italian, French, Spanish, Japanese and partly fluent in Korean.

Really enjoys computer science and plans on doing it for a living. He stays up late at night to work and sleeps until like midday.

Doesn’t acknowledge other people’s emotions very often because he doesn’t realise when he’s gone too far, but still feels bad for others when they’re hurt.

Jack’s favourite cousin because they’re cynical buddies. Jack is overly protective of him even though Eric is perfectly capable.

Robert:

Brothers with Ralph and is very protective over him. Has absolutely slandered choir members before for hating on Ralph.

Shares a dad with Ralph but has a different mom, who he visits over the summer and sometimes during the holidays. That’s where he gets his Spanish roots from, which is a language he’s fluent in. He has 7 siblings on that side of his family.

Adores burnt popcorn and burnt anything. If he can burn it, he will.

Works as a mechanic in his free time and built the car he shares with Ralph.

Sci-Fi nerd, specifically Star Wars. He loves the movies and watches them like every day.

Extremely talented artist, Robert sketches anytime he has a pencil and paper.

Peter:

Was bullied in the past but doesn’t let the words bother him anymore. It mostly stopped around high school.

Works with his auntie in the sweet shop and brings his friends food for them to taste test.

Used to be a boy scout, so he can tie any knot you want him to, it’s really a gift.

Gets very cold very easily, especially his fingertips. He usually has a pair of gloves on him for when it gets really bad.

A Mathlete for most of his time in high school, obviously is extremely intelligent.

Double knots his shoelaces so they’re extra secure.

Bill:

Swedish, and really enjoys his own culture. He will spend HOURS rambling about it and how much he loves it.

Watches Avatar the Last Airbender and has the biggest crushes on Sokka and Zuko.

Also is a sucker for people who wear glasses, he really loves them.

Works at the library despite not liking books, he finds comfort in shelving them and the order they go in.

Puts little umbrellas in every single drink he has, it doesn’t matter what it is.

Writes notes to himself on sticky notes because his memory is horrible.

Sets at least 5 alarms because 1 will not wake him up by itself.

Harold:

Can speak limited Spanish due to his schooling.

Likes singing, but never really got into it like some choir members because he has stage fright.

Powerful speaker when he wants to be, but is usually too nervous to say anything.

Has no idea how to tie a tie, so he lets other people do it for him.

Sometimes take sarcastic comments seriously and ends up confused.

A really good actor and loves the performing arts.

Has extremely clear skin, he never gets any blemishes.

Wilfred:

Dyed his hair because his naturally brown hair reminds him too much of his father, who he hates.

Has 4 tattoos in total, the 4 card suits on his cheek, a half sleeve of roses, a bow and olive branch on his inner forearm, and the solar system on his outer forearm.

Very flirtatious to people he doesn’t really like but gets nervous around those he does.

Hold grudges really well.

Has shockingly neat handwriting.

Has a pretty horrible home life but he never talks about it to anyone because he doesn’t want to be perceived as weak or incapable.

Colours with only crayons.

Percival:

Cries easily, as he’s very emotionally driven and is typically teased for being a crybaby or told to “toughen up.”

Absolutely has the worst sleep schedule ever, he gets 3 hours and calls it a win.

Can’t sleep without a nightlight on in his room.

Enjoys writing things down in this notebook instead of on his phone because he likes the feeling of physically using pen and paper.

Sends letters to people all the time instead of messaging.

Good at sewing, he makes his own Halloween costume every year by himself.

Hates horror movies because he’s spooked easily.

Max:

Lived through a house fire when he was younger, so he has burn scars all over his arms.

Is afraid of cooking due to the fire and will go without eating if he has to touch the stove to make food.

Laid back most of the time, but can reach a snapping point in which the emotion is amplified. (like sadness or anger)

Loves swimming, it doesn’t matter where he does it, he just loves to swim.

Is very time sensitive and has to get places early or directly on time or else he gets anxious.

A very fast reader, typically long books take him 2-3 days to get through.

Johnny:

Worries a lot, he usually sees the worst in every single situation.

Is a trans male (Ftm) and was accepted by his entire family when he came out.

Owns a St. Bernard named Dolly who is the sweetest dog ever.

Spends a lot of time outdoors, he still plays as if he is a child.

Also enjoys the snow a lot because he’s fond of building snowmen with the kids on his street.

Has very sensitive skin and eczema, which he doesn’t like to talk about or show anyone because it makes him feel insecure.

Oddly good at playing guitar, he just picks up on chords with ease.

Walter:

Good at playing the drums and annoys his entire family with it.

Uses a skateboard as his main method of transportation around places.

On the basketball team, as his older brother taught him to play when they were both younger.

Hates roller skating despite being very good at most things on wheels. He can never find his balance.

Shockingly good at Math, especially statistics and calculus. He’s in all advanced math courses.

Has a very weird snake addiction and he desperately wants to buy one.

Henry:

Aromantic Asexual who is best friends with Harold and Wilfred.

Mainly makes snippy remarks because his humour falls into the sarcasm umbrella.

Adores comic books and superheroes, specifically Marvel ones because he’s a fan of Dare Devil.

Plays baseball in his free time but hasn’t joined a team, he just plays with the boys in his neighbourhood.

Addicted to the High School Musical movies.

Good at painting people’s nails and will do it for them if they ask.

Has really fluffy hair that he lets people touch and play with.

[nerdlifecentral]

Unknown Secrets [5]

Summary: Crowley and Rowena work at keeping suspicions off of the reader’s back while the Hunters get close to nowhere in their searching. Y/n discovers a possible pattern that could lead to Asmodeus’ whereabouts and even more answers relating to her lineage.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned), Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,800 :O

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Merry Christmas SPN Family!!!! I wasn't planning on finishing this chapter until after Christmas but consider it an early gift from me to you. Hope y'all enjoy it and would love to hear your feedback! <33

I wake with a start and take a few calming breaths and look around the living room. “When did I even fall asleep?” I only hope today isn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as yesterday was, I should probably call Ketch and let him know I’m with my “experts” and that they’re working on solutions as we speak. But the very thought brings back anxiety.

“Good morning, y/n. Sleep well I assume?” A deep British voice says from behind me. I sit up on the couch and see Crowley standing with his cellphone in hand. “My mother had to run some errands and test some theories she has about helping you stay hidden.”

I nod and say, “You certainly like to sneak up on people, Crowley,” the demon pockets his phone and chuckles.

“What can I say, it’s a hobby of mine.” he winks and continues, “The Winchesters are probably getting antsy, I figured it would be a good idea to go and give the boys a visit. Let them know that you’re safe and all.”

I nod, thankful I don’t have to be the one to lie on the spot. “Thank you, Crowley. What exactly are you going to tell them?”

“Nothing far from the truth, darling,” he says, smirking, “that you came to my mother for help and she asked for my help as well. If they try to push any further, I can just call them morons for suspecting you.”

I can’t help but laugh, Crowley smiles at me and he suddenly disappears. “Does he just follow the Winchesters around or something?” Though I’m grateful he went to tell them in person, I still wish I could hear what was going on.

I hear the front door click and a pair of heels walk inside, the door closing behind them.

“Hey, Rowena,” I call from my spot still on her couch, “go on any wild adventures while you were out?”

She laughs, her red curls bouncing as she unloads bags from her arms onto a side table near one of her armchairs. “No adventures this time, just calling in a few favors and catching up with some fellow witches.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. She never talks with other witches after she was practically a laughing stock after trying to create her “Mega Coven”.

“But enough about me,” she says, placing her large purse on the same table from last night. She walks into her kitchen area and continues, “how did your chat with Arthur go last night? By the time I came back to check on you, you had fallen asleep.”

“Well, I still feel horrible lying to him, but I don’t think he suspects me.” I follow her through her house and take a seat nearby where she was working in the kitchen, making even more tea and humming in acknowledgment. “But now I don't know how to keep this up, I mean, these people have been hunting their whole lives and are famous for being paranoid. And to add to it, I have a message from Sam asking how I’m doing and to call him when I get the chance.”

She sends a quick sideways glance in my direction but doesn’t respond. I don’t have any ideas and frankly, the silence is welcomed.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long as I hear my ringtone go off from the coffee table in front of me. I pick it up and see Sam’s contact light up. Rowena immediately gets up and stands behind me as I answer with shaky hands, unprepared to talk with the Hunters again.

“Hey, Y/n?” Sam asks, although it was a little hard to hear him.

“Yes?” I respond, “it’s a little hard to hear you, Sam, are you guys on the road or somewhere with choppy wifi?”

I hear him huff a tense laugh and vaguely hear Dean on the verge of yelling. “Yeah well we got a surprise visitor and Dean and Gabe aren’t exactly thrilled with his appearance.”

I groan in frustration, I’m sure that it’s Crowley bugging the hell out of them rather than actually explaining what’s going on. Of course he had to leave all the hard lying to me. “Put me on speaker, will you? It’s gonna be a lot easier to explain what’s going on if I can just talk to everyone all at once.”

“Sure thing,” he responds, “alright, Y/n, you’re on speaker.”

“Um, hey guys, how’s the search coming?” I say, my leg bouncing with nerves.

“Hello, Y/n,” Cas responds, sounding extremely tired. Probably from dealing with everyone arguing about who knows what. “We don’t have anything yet, only the information we already knew about lightning storms and other demon signs here.”

“Okay, and what was all the shouting about?” Their end of the line went silent, “I’m assuming it has something to do with Crowley being there.”

“And how exactly did you know that?” I hear Dean say, I think he moved closer to the phone because his voice is much clearer than before. “You send him here or something?”

I roll my eyes even though the only person who can see it is Rowena. She chuckles and leans over me to speak into my phone, “You really think my son listens to anyone but himself, Dean?” She gives me a small wink and leans back indicating that’s all she wanted to say for now, placing my phone back on my lap as I hear Dean mutter something on the other line. I know Mick and Ketch have told me about Dean’s grumpiness, but it is insanely irritating to be trying to have a conversation with him while he’s in a mood.

“Wait, Rowena’s with you?” Sam asks incredulously, as someone slams the motel door. I can only assume it was Gabriel as I’m sure he wants nothing to do with demons and was already on edge with the Asmodeus situation.

I hear Crowley sigh loudly, I can just see his eyes rolling. I also hear someone’s footsteps walk toward the phone, “Helpful as ever, mother,” Crowley responds, “if you would all stop acting like morons for two minutes I could actually explain what’s going on here.” Now it’s my turn to sigh, if he’s gonna explain what’s happening then why the hell am I even here?

“No offense, Crowley, but I’d much rather hear what’s going on from y/n,” Mick speaks up, “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I am much more inclined to believe her.”

Crowley huffs and I can only imagine the eye roll Dean gave at his dramatics.

“If you insist, Mick, I would love to enlighten you, boys,” I say with a fake smile, hoping they could hear it in my tone and believe it is real. “I decided it wouldn’t be very smart to stay by myself if I really am sick or something else is going on, so I figured I should stay with some experts I know.” I pause looking up at Rowena, not really sure how I should word the rest of this. I’ve never been the best at lying so I decide to avoid a complete lie, though I know I can’t be entirely truthful without having a death wish. She nods in encouragement for me to continue. “Rowena and Crowley were kind enough to help me out and make sure I’m doing okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with them but I’ll still be working to track any omens or look for possible patterns for you guys.”

I tentatively hold my breath, waiting for some kind of response. I hear the phone be picked up and I assume it is taken off of speaker since the connection becomes a bit clearer.

“Hey, y/n,” Mick says quietly. “I know this is scary for you, especially with Gabriel practically running you off of this case, but you know you can come to me or Ketch with anything right?”

My eyes begin tearing up hearing Mick talk so openly and kindly to me. I’ve certainly known him and Ketch the longest and I trust them both with my life. I can’t handle actively lying to them and not being able to come to them with my anxieties. Both of my boys calling me makes me realize how much harder coming clean is going to be; it’s not like I can drop off the face of the earth and disappear without anyone trying to look for me.

“Y/n? You still there, love?” Mick’s voice brings me back from my racing thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry I’m still here,” I respond, willing my voice to not crack. Turns out my willpower isn’t that strong as my voice is super quiet and breaks at the end of my sentence. I hear Mick sigh sadly on the other line as we sit in silence together for a moment.

Mick breaks the silence, empathy evident in his tone, “Are you safe? I know you are more than capable of handling yourself, but I want to make sure you’re also able to recover from this without driving yourself to a breaking point.”

I nod and respond, “Yeah, I’m safe here. I wish I could be there with you and Ketch but I know it’s best to stay away in case this is some kind of bug or something that can spread. I don’t want to get in your way.” I can tell my last comment upset him, even though I can only hear Mick I can vividly see his brows furrow in concern.

“Y/n, you don’t need to ever worry about being in the way. I can’t speak for the Winchesters or the bloody angels, but just know that both Ketch and I miss you, and he would really love a call from you when you feel up to it.”

I smile into the phone. The Brits aren’t really known for being endearing very often, but I know they are both making an effort to be available to me in their own ways.

“I’ll call him a bit later, I should really try and get some research done for you guys. Pretty sure the addition of Gabriel and my absence ruined any chance of there being brain cells left for you and Ketch to abuse.”

Mick chuckles quietly saying, “Alright, love, I won’t keep you any longer. Don’t forget to call and lend us that brain of yours.” He says teasingly.

I laugh and promise to catch up later, then I hang up on him. I didn’t even realize I had been crying until Rowena gently hands me a box of tissues and walks off to the kitchen. I hear her moving around, I realize she is making more tea as she places her tea kettle on the stovetop.

I decide I might as well start researching now so I can be sure to call Ketch later with more info on the surrounding towns. I have a feeling Asmodeus wouldn’t stray too far away from me without good reason to. From what other Hunters at my bar have been telling me over the past few months, nothing crazy or demonic has happened. Although no one around here knows what Princes of Hell are so there is always a possibility they simply weren’t seeing the signs.

Rowena walks back in and places two teacups and a kettle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and occupies the seat next to me as I grab my laptop out of my backpack. I smile as thanks to her and start up my computer.

I spend most of the day gathering as many weather reports from surrounding towns that date back to forty years ago and writing down any possible anomalies or patterns; since that is also when the lightning storms in Dubuque began. The only real breaks I take are when Rowena practically forces me to step away from my computer for some food, and most of our conversation is filled with what I’ve discovered.

Sometime in the afternoon, Crowley walks through the front door with a look of almost boredom on his face. “Hello, mother, y/n.”

Rowena waves and I respond, “Hey, Crowley, how did babysitting go?”

“Absolutely horrid. I honestly don’t understand how they can get anything done with the constant bickering.” I laugh at his exasperation. I was only with all of them for a day and it was pretty overwhelming. “I will say, the smartest thing they did was calling you.”

I shake my head trying not to laugh, “Did they make any progress on any leads?” I ask, hoping that they decided to pursue other possibilities other than the idea that I’m the nephidemon.

“Well, not really. They are still wasting time searching in Iowa for Asmodeus’s child,” oh no, they better not have done any other spellwork. Crowley softens his gaze, “don’t worry, they didn’t do anything magic-related. And anytime any of them tried to bring you up or suggest calling you again I tried to shoot down the idea.”

I sigh in relief. I know that if they tried to replicate Rowena’s previous spell it would only solidify in their minds that I’m the enemy right now. I can’t believe Crowley actively stuck up for me though, I know he said he would help but lying to that many powerful people and angels is extremely risky.

“Thank you, Crowley. I have another question though,” I really want to ask him if any demons he knows of are hanging around in the towns surrounding Dubuque.

“I am an open book, darling. What do you need to know?”

He responds. Rowena steps out gathering the teacups and kettle, giving me and Crowley the opportunity to have a little bit of privacy.

“Well,” I say, “I’ve been doing some research on the smaller cities surrounding Dubuque, and I’ve realized that every five years there have been regular lightning storms and even crop failures in the towns that grow enough crops to track that kinda thing.”

“Okay, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary, y/n. Crops fail all the time and electrical storms coming and going like that isn’t enough evidence.”

I hold my hand up at Crowley’s comment. He raises his eyebrows and moves to sit next to me on the couch, waving to continue my ideas. “That’s what I thought at first too, but here’s the thing, every five years on the same day the electrical storms and crop failures stop in one town and move to another. Five years later on the same day again they move to a third town. Wanna guess what happens five years from then?” Again I only receive an eyebrow raise and wave to continue, “It goes back to the first town. And, each of these towns are exactly four miles away from Dubuque.”

“That is very compelling, my dear, but how can you connect any of this back to Asmodeus?” Crowley asks sounding slightly impatient.

“That’s also what I was thinking, so I did some more research into Asmodeus himself, and turns out, he is the Fourth Prince of Hell.” Crowley’s eyes widen in surprise and recognition. “There’s one more thing,” I add, a bit hesitant as Crowley leans in interest sparking in his eyes. “The day Asmodeus switches towns is always on my birthday.” He leans back into the couch and lets out a puff of air.

“So what I’m hearing is that Asmodeus supposedly stayed in Dubuque for twenty years, had the nephidemon -” “You mean me.” I interrupt, but he narrows his eyes and continues, “then continued to stay in the towns exactly four miles from your town for what reason?”

I shake my head at his question. “Who knows why that demon does what he does, why bother trying to figure it out when we know the patterns of where he will be every year?” Rowena exclaims, her heels clicking against the floor as she struts into the room.

“That’s something that I’m sure Sam and Dean can overthink into creating a solution for us,” I suggest while grabbing my phone and searching for Ketch’s phone number. The phone rings twice before Ketch picks up.

“Hey, y/n! Feeling better I hope?” I can’t help but smile at Ketch’s warm greeting, though the warmth is quickly replaced with anxiety.

“Hey, Ketch. I’m feeling a little bit better, you sound a bit tired, are you okay?” I ask, partially to pass the conversation off of me but also in concern for him. It’s no secret that Hunters tend to keep emotions and worries holed up inside and the exhaustion lacing Ketch’s voice is concerning to me.

“I’m doing all right, love. Trying to ensure this town’s safety is all, plus,” he whispers, “you’re the only American I can deal with, and being practically holed up with these American Hunters is driving me a tad insane.”

I chuckle softly and he does the same. “Could you put me on speaker for a sec? I’ve been doing some research and I think I might have something.”

“You mean to say you didn’t call just to have a pleasant conversation with me?” I roll my eyes and wait for Ketch to do as I asked. “Alright, love, you’re on speaker now.”

“Okay, so as I just told Ketch I’ve been doing some digging and I think I might have found something demon-related.” I hear slight shuffling sounds coming from the phone, probably the boys grouping around the phone to hear me better. “Basically, my thought process was if we are thinking that Asmodeus stayed in Dubuque to try and throw off any suspicions that his future child would bring, he most likely isn’t still there.”

“Why do you say that?” Dean asks sounding unconvinced.

I sigh and reply, “Because it would be way too risky. A Prince of Hell and his kid hanging out in the same town for years? There’s no way Hunters around the country wouldn’t recognize the signs and go after them. Anyway, I was checking out the neighboring cities to see if any demon omens were happening and they are, in a very specific pattern too.” I paused taking a grounding breath, Crowley scoots a little closer, giving me some assurance as I continue to tell the Hunters on the phone about the cattle mutilations, electrical storms, and the small number of crop failures in three of the towns.

“How far are these towns again, y/n?” Sam asks.

“Oh yeah! Each town is exactly four miles from Dubuque.” It’s probably best to leave out what date these issues occur on, I’m trying to throw suspicion off of me and I doubt revealing my birthdate would truly do that.

“Even if it isn’t Asmodeus, I’ve been wanting to kick some demonic ass today,” Dean spoke up. I chuckle at his response, though I’m very grateful they are still willing to take care of my town while I’m not there.

“That’s not very nice of you to say. I might feel threatened.” Crowley butted in a playful smirk on his face.

“Y/n, can you take us off speaker for a second?” Mick asks, sounding a bit uncomfortable.

I look over to Crowley a bit confused, Mick never sounds like this and his tone is putting me on edge. “Um, yeah, one sec Mick.” I respond, Crowley rolls his eyes and gestures vaguely to himself as he scoots back to give me a bit of privacy.

“Y/n, love? You still there?” Mick says from the other line, I don’t know why he’s so worried and I’m also not sure if Ketch’s phone is off speaker yet.

“Hey, Mick. Um, why did you want to talk privately?” I question.

“Well, are you sure you’re safe there? I certainly trust that you can handle yourself, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re working hard on this case with us, but I want to make sure you’re not in danger…” He trails off.

“If you’re asking about if I’m safe where I am geographically speaking then yes, I’m in one of the safest places I could think of. I am also with the safest experts I could think of other than you or Ketch.” I pause, hoping that Mick doesn’t worry as much about me. I want him and Ketch to focus on hunting Asmodeus and keep me completely out of their minds.

“If you say so, it’s just,” Mick pauses, a sigh leaving his lips, “you know me well, love. I don’t trust easily and I certainly don’t trust demons. So, if you’re feeling up for it, I know that I would feel better with you here. Even if you stay at your home or here at the hotel all day, simply knowing you’re nearby would greatly ease my conscience.”

I drop my head and try to come up with lies or excuses as to why I can’t go back yet, I’m not ready, and what happens if Castiel or Gabriel try to use angel powers and check up on me or something? What if they find out that I’m a monster?

“I know you might not be ready yet, but just know that I’m here if you want to talk through anything.” Mick brings me out of my panicked thoughts. I’m very grateful that he has given me some time to decide.

“Well, I’ll definitely need some time to decide, I would love to be back with you guys and work the case. But I have to be certain I won’t pass out again or cause for you guys to waste more time on me when we need to focus entirely on hunting down Asmodeus and getting some answers.”

“I understand, y/n. Just, take care of yourself and give me a call tomorrow, okay?” I nod.

“I will, Mick. I love you and Ketch for looking out for me, make sure you’re both taking care of yourselves, okay?” Like most Hunters, when the Brits are on a tough case they tend to forfeit sleep and mental health until the monster is dead and people are safe.

He huffs a laugh, “We’ll try our best, love. You keep resting and get your strength up and call us whenever you’ve decided.”

I promise to call tomorrow and hang up with one last goodbye to Mick before he hangs up. Although I am terrified of the idea of being surrounded by these relentless Hunters, I know the situation can also get so much worse if they become suspicious of me while I’m staying with Rowena. I can’t let her earn more enemies because she chose to help me, it’s time to finally face the music.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

[mythrilhusk]

Korosensei Never Dies - Chapter 5

Words: 1689 Ao3 Version Chapter 4 (Last)

Chapter 6 (Next)

AN: This is NOT RPF, this story is based solely on the characters of Dream SMP, not the people playing them.

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It's a hobby some would call obsessive or even creepy. Wilbur Soot doesn't care what anyone thinks, it's his world and everyone else is just living in it. His pencil scrawls on the page, scratching black onto white.

--Tommy needs encouragement. He's latched onto Philza as a fath- role model worryingly fast. Have I not been enough for him? He told me he wants to kill Technoblade, but I could see the lie in his eyes. He's too kind, and now he's being torn in two directions. Should I ease the strain? Or should I see how long it takes for him to break?--

Wilbur doesn't care what others think of him. His sly gaze flickers from person to person, lingering on the bright ray of sunshine that is Tommy. 

--Tubbo worries me. He's been mostly silent ever since Technoblade showed up. Is he planning something?-- 

--Eret wants to kill Technoblade purely for the money. I saw the way their eyes lit up at the bounty. Which brings to mind another question. Why hasn't anyone outside of this class actually tried to kill Technoblade?--

--Ranboo never lets go of that notebook. I could swear it had a different cover. He's creepy. Avoid him.--

--Quackity has an intense grudge against Technoblade. But he's always with his gang, so I haven't been able to talk to him.--

--Hannah Rose started sparring with Foolish and Charlie last week. She's good. Too good. I don't trust her.--

--I can't get a read on Sapnap. He's always with Quackity, so I never have a chance to have a nice little chat, a good old tete-a-tete.--

--Connor wants to kill Technoblade. Boring.--

--Charlie hasn't shown any bent towards one side or another. He goes around with his saccharine "humour" and fails all his quizzes like he doesn't want Philza to train us. Maybe I should get him expelled.--

--Foolish says strange things. I don't like him.--

Wilbur pauses when he's finished silently dissing all his fellow students. The teachers are next. 

--Ponk just sort of showed up one day and then stayed as the math teacher. His quizzes are so goddamn annoying. He hasn't shown any signs of wanting to kill Technoblade, though.--

--Punz was here for like a day, and then was sent to the hospital as the result of Techno's completely just and righteous defense of Philza. Unknown if he will find the guts to return or not.--

--Philza. Ah, Philza. Mere words can not convey the sheer respect I have for that man's dedication to chaos. Why, just the other day, I saw him feeding birds as they perched on him. He then used them for target practice. Magnificent. If we all endeavor to succeed in our classes, he will teach us how to kill his friend.--

--Technoblade is an enigma. Seriously. Does this mutant man ever sleep? By all accounts, he should be a terrible teacher, yet somehow he finds the time and tenacious willpower to teach all the subjects in a concise and understandable way. Not to mention his casual sprinkling of anarchy propaganda. I wish to know his secrets. I will drag them out of him if need be.--

"Whatcha writing?" Tommy inquires. 

"Nothing!" Grinning innocently, Wilbur snaps his notebook closed. 

"Is it about me? Are you writing how good I am at luv?" 

"No, Tommy." Wilbur ruffles his friend's fluffy hair, ignoring Tommy's complaints. "I'm writing a diary. You can't read it." 

"Fuck off, I'll write my own diary!" 

Wilbur smiles and sits back, listening to Tommy rant. It would be interesting, wouldn't it, to see how he deals with the conundrum of looking up to Philza while being pressured to kill Technoblade. Wilbur can't wait to see him break. 

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Badboyhalo paces in the Duckling's treehouse, wincing with every step. Antfrost binds George's wounds. "This has gone too far, Bad!" George complains. 

"Shut up! I know we can think of something!" 

"Our reputation is on the line! If anybody looks even slightly deeper into our pasts, we're all screwed." 

"Shut up!" Bad screeches. "We are Professional Assassins, that's all we ever have been, and nobody is going to question it unless you two screw up again!" 

Antfrost glowers, tightening a bandage on George's arm. "You screwed up, too." 

"How was I supposed to know?? He's a highschool student, a teenager, he shouldn't be good at fighting!!" 

"He's better than us. You think Dream taught him?" George tries to scratch at his bandages, but Antfrost smacks his hand away. 

"I don't know, you muffinheads, but we need to figure something out. Maybe take some martial arts classes." 

"You want us to go back to school??" 

"No! Yes?? Maybe? I don't know." Bad replies miserably. "We've gotta get outta here before Quackity and his gang show up." 

"Too fucking late." Quackity snarls behind Bad, dropping through the window. "Why the fuck didn't your motherfucking special weapons do a single goddamned thing??" 

"Language," Bad mutters half-heartedly. 

"Why the fuck are you buffoons planning to take classes for fighting?? You said you were professionals!!" 

"That is true, we are professionals. But we may have been a teensy bit misleading about our line of work." 

Quackity's scowl darkens and he draws his revolver. "I want blood, Bad. I want your blood so motherfucking badly right now. Fucking tell me the truth." 

Bad raises his hands, heart in his throat. "Wait, wait! I- we're not actually assassins, okay? We're just, uhh, our business is in, uhh-" 

Quackity cocks the gun. His eyes show no hint of mercy. 

"Wait-wait-wait-" Bad cries, trembling. "We're just con-men! It's our business! We go around, telling people we can take care of whatever their problem is, then we take the money and dip! Haha!" 

"We bit off a bit more than we could chew when President Skeppy paid us to help you kill Technoblade." George sighs. "Go ahead and shoot Bad, he's our leader. It was all his idea." 

"N-no!!" Bad screeches, glaring at George. "Don't shoot!! Please!" 

"Fuck you." Quackity flicks open the casing and empties the bullets onto the table. "Fuck you and your motherfucking lies. You don't even have a supplier, do you?" 

"No, we stole the prototype weapons from HBomb's lab!" 

"I'll forgive you on one condition." Quackity gives them a small, hard smile. "Break into the lab and get us actual weapons that'll actually fucking work on Techno. Nothing explosive, just knives and guns."  

"Deal." Antfrost says. "Do we still get a cut?" 

"Ten percent, but that's only if you don't fuck up again." 

"Ten??" Bad cries, forgetting his former fear. "That's only one billion!!" 

"That's about a billion times more than you fucking deserve, so don't test me, assholes."

Bad clenches his fists. Quackity is just a kid. He's just one kid. Bad, Antfrost, and George could easily win. 

But that's what they thought about Ranboo. Bad huffs. "Deal." 

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Creeping around in the forest is not exactly what Awesamdude expected his career to lead to. But here he is, laying down a perimeter, alone. 

Not quite alone, however. The two kids stalking him could do with some more practice staying silent. He's already learned their names from their hissing whispers. 

"Niki, Jack, you shouldn't be here." He straightens after planting another post in the ground. 

A girl with violently pink hair drops down from a tree. A boy with clashing heterochromatic sunglasses hops up from behind a stump, brushing the leaves off himself. "How'd you know we were there?" Jack whines. 

"You were hardly quiet." 

"What're you doing?" Niki crosses her arms, scowling. 

"Do you want to die?" Sam asks darkly. He's bluffing, of course. He wouldn't kill innocents. 

"Can you kill people?" Jack asks, excited. 

"I could, if I wanted to." 

"Can you kill Technoblade??" 

"No." 

"Why isn't anyone else trying?" 

"His location was a secret." Sam sighs. "It's not anymore, but I'm going to ensure nobody else interferes." 

"How are kids expected to kill an immortal??" Niki cries. "Why is the bounty so high?? Why is he teaching school instead of rotting in a prison??" 

"Curious, aren't you." Sam scratches his head. "Well, I suppose I can answer the first two. You're not expected to kill him, you're being used to keep him in line. And the bounty is so high because he wanted it that high." 

Niki glares at Sam. Jack's expression is unreadable behind his sunglasses. "Why-"

"Shoo." Sam waves a hand at them. "Go home before I lose my patience." 

The two converse for a moment in hushed whispers. Then, simultaneously, they cry, "Teach us to kill Technoblade!" 

Sam represses a smile. "No." 

"Why not??" 

"Because I have a job to do, and that involves not interfering." 

"Is President Skeppy stalling??" Niki snaps.

"I can't answer that." Sam raises his crossbow upon hearing cautious footsteps sneaking past in the shadows of the trees. Niki and Jack both leap back into cover, but Sam ignores them. "Show yourself, or I put an arrow through your ribs." 

"Please don't." Another teen steps out, raising his hands. The hidden weapons on his person wouldn't be obvious to someone less experienced, but are painfully visible to Sam. 

"What are you doing out here?" 

"I don't know?" The teen replies plaintively. "I was just taking a walk." 

"Hm." Sam lowers the crossbow slightly. He activates the sensors in his false eye with a blink, scanning the teen. The scan glitches and sends a flash of pain through his skull. "Agh!" 

"Are you okay, sir?" The teen steps forward. Warning bells chime in the back of Sam's mind, danger, danger, but Sam ignores them. This is just a kid. He's harmless. 

"I'm fine. You should go home." 

"Oh." The boy lowers his hands and opens the book he was holding. For a moment, Sam's eye glitches again, and the boy's form distorts; scales crawl across the boy's arms, twelve wings fold like fractals- Sam winces at the twinge of pain and the hallucinations fade. "I have a home, now." The boy mutters, and then wanders off. 

Sam sighs and continues his job of setting up a fence around the school building for class 3-E. Niki and Jack have scampered off already. He's alone again.

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[multimetaverse]

DOAFP 1x08 Review

Matters of Diplomacy was a great and dramatic ep that exploded the tensions at the core of the show’s story lines. Let’s dig in!

It was a wise choice for ep 8 to be just a day later than ep 7 in universe as it allows the momentum and tensions built in ep 7 to carry forward to ep 8. We see different types of relationships being tested tonight: the platonic friendship between Elena and Sasha, the crush/platonic friendship between Bobby and Liam, and the romantic relationship between Gabi and Sam

Bobby’s story line took big strides forward tonight. I think by the end of this ep even the most casual of viewers will have clued in that Bobby is gay and likes Liam; nothing has technically been said aloud but that kind of jealousy is unmistakable. Bobby and Gabi’s story lines share some parallels tonight as it was Bobby and Gabi who made sure that Liam and Sam would be at the dance and the dinner and it was Bobby and Gabi who mess things up

For Bobby it has been all of a day since he had a moment with Liam and he’s still giddy over the tennis ball trophy Liam gave him and Elena’s talk about the dance being where true feelings are revealed clearly got him hoping that if he and Liam went to the dance that something may happen. And that talk with the married gay hairdresser gave him a bit of a confidence boost

Among the many cool things this show has done so far is to feature both adult and kid lgbtq characters and actually have them interact like we saw with Cami and Bobby in ep 7 and Bobby and the hairdresser in ep 8. It’s nice that Bobby has these in universe role models and if the show goes on long enough I’d expect Cami to help Bobby

I was shocked that Bobby lashing out included an actual physical fight. In many ways though it is true to the teenage experience where wild mood swings and poor decision making skills are common. We’ve seen Bobby get frustrated or upset before but never this angry and for such a chill guy as Bobby to get so aggressive really shows the depths of his feelings and confusion and disappointment

I also want to commend the show for writing Bobby as such an active character and for giving him an established hobby and supporting characters dedicated to his story line. On Andi Mack we saw Cyrus get jealous but he was never allowed to act on that jealousy like Bobby does and he was certainly never allowed to get angry even when it would have been the realistic response and he was usually a passive character. The fatal flaw in Cyrus’ story line was that he was never given a hobby or team or club of his own so when his sexuality story line was being heavily censored or when the writers were screwing things up there was nothing to fall back on. At least with Bobby they can always fall back on tennis related plots if things go downhill and that will make a world of difference in making Bobby seem like an actual main character

I’ve said from the start that I don’t think Cartero is mutual and the dance did nothing to change that. The symbolism of Liam not wanting to stop slow dancing with a girl and go off with Bobby isn’t subtle. Certainly Bobby’s anger was caused in part by being hit in the face with the fact that Liam is straight. I’ve been surprised that so many people in this fandom who have come from the Andi Mack fandom have been comparing Cartero and Tyrus when all the evidence points to Cartero being the Jyrus of doafp. As I said in an ask last week, the dance serves the same function for Bobby as seeing Jonah ask Andi out at the Space Otters dinner served for Cyrus

I think for doafp it would be wise to separate Bobby’s sexuality story line from his ship story line in any analysis of the show. Cyrus’ sexuality story line was much less censored than his ship story line with TJ and in part that’s because Disney had less of a problem showing Cyrus with a hopeless crush on a clearly straight boy then they did with showing him with a requited crush on another gay kid. And of course there was never any problem showing Cyrus dating Iris. There’s a reason why Cyrus could talk about his crush on Jonah several times but never once got to talk about his crush on TJ and why Cyrus could say the word gay when coming out to Jonah but Cyrus and TJ had to have a silent handhold when they came out to each other. I expect Bobby coming out to his friends and family and using the word gay will be much less censored and drawn out then it was on Andi Mack but I think Bobby actually dating a boy is going to be much harder for the show to depict if they’re renewed. Hell even Seblos which is the only canon gay ship on Disney + has had several of their scenes cut in two different eps

There’s a saying that history doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme and I can only hope that Brandon Severs Jr doesn’t become the Joshua Rush of the doafp fandom. It’s great that he ships Cartero and wants to promote the show but he’s not just another fan and can’t act like one. In the Andi Mack fandom there were lines being blurred and crossed by actors and writers and it made things messy and unpleasant and I really don’t want to see that happen with doafp. I’m sure Brandon means well but people will take his tweets and likes as hints for the show’s future and as of now the show itself and his tweets are telling very different stories It’s one thing to support Cartero but so far there’s no evidence that Liam is gay and there’s never been a bisexual character on Disney before so unless ep 10, which is the only Liam ep left, has an unprecedented twist all this hyping he’s doing will end up being somewhat baity

I’m glad Sasha stood up to Elena who has really been a bad friend to her lately. Of all the relationships that took a hit this ep it’s Elena and Sasha’s friendship that has been around the longest which makes this fight all the more painful to witness. It looks like this conflict will play out through their school trip to Tallahassee and I hope Elena really makes it up to Sasha somehow. Also interesting to see Jessica back in the mix; she’s making up with Sasha but not Elena while at the same time not having atoned for her ditching them in the first place. As always it’s refreshing to see this show so openly tackle the reality of puberty and not shy away from discussing periods and body hair 

Gabi and Sam truly are hetero goals. I like the focus on the adult problems we’re getting on the show. In some ways their conflict has the highest stakes and there’s not going to be an easy solution moving forward. For Gabi this must be a nightmare of sorts, watching Sam play the same role Robert did and worrying that it might end the same way. Sam was right in saying that he’s been going along with what Gabi wanted but that he’s a part of this relationship as well. We know Gabi flees Miami next week and drives Elena to Tallahassee so we’ll see if she decides that she’s ready to try and move forward with Sam or if she’s not ready

We learned tonight that Elena and Bobby don’t speak Spanish which suggests that Robert didn’t speak it either. We also learn that Robert was shyer than Sam (and I guess Bobby is named after Robert). Also get a nice little continuity nod with Francisca believing the same story about Iguanas in toilets that Liam’s grandmother believed 

I really like that Disney + lets characters get away with saying what the hell and pissed off, it’s so much more natural than having kids with squeaky clean vocabs

I really enjoy seeing Elena pine after Joey when he’s just this dweeby kid

Elena and Bobby have such a true to life sibling relationship

The Beluga whale song prank was a good one imo

Looking Ahead:

If you’re on twitter and instagram there’s already a campaign to get the show renewed and might as well start it now when there’s still some hope

Monyca seems to have clued in that Bobby cares more about Liam than her and I hope she dumps him. Setting aside his sexuality, Bobby just hasn’t been a very good boyfriend

Looks like the last two eps take places in a fairly short span as Elena is on the school trip for both eps. I’m very excited to see how all these plots resolve, especially Bobby’s. Hopefully the show gets renewed as it really is something special

[chicagocityofclans]

Nick Hamelin→ David Giuntoli → Rat Animal Shifter 

→ Basic Information 

Age: 551

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born 

Birthday: August 18th

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Deism

→ His Personality Nick possesses a keen sense to profile people quickly. Aside from his ability of prospection, he has a good amount of self-confidence that never crosses over into arrogance. This along with his ability to stay calm and rational in difficult situations gives him an edge in coping with his position as leader of the Rat Pack. Nick's sheer bravery is incredible. Multiple times he's leapt into dangerous situations to save his pack, and even when faced with opponents who are his equal, he refuses to back down. He is a loving and devoted husband, and a loyal friend. Nick has gotten more ruthless, and is now less worried about killing opponents, but only if they are a serious threat to him or his pack. Nick's temper has also increased, and he has become more prone to expressing and listening to his rage as well. Nick is a highly capable liar, able to make up believable stories on the spot to cover his BOND activities. He is comfortable with bending or outright breaking the law when he needs to do pack business. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Leader of Rat Shifters and BOND

Scars: Yes

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: German Cuisine and Grimm Brothers

Two Dislikes: Castles and Traffic Laws

Two Fears: Losing His Family and Death

Two Hobbies: Antiquing and Collecting/Reading Old Supernatural Books

Three Positive Traits: Reliable, Self-Confident, Unflinching

Three Negative Traits: Vengeful, Possessive, Ill-Natured

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Flynn Hamelin (Father): Flynn is still alive and well in Hamelin, Germany. The Germany pack usually remain in their rat forms and run missions for their government. The Hamelin pack only takes on their human forms in dire situations, much like when Nick and Ray were kids. The lines were blurry between being a leader and being a father for Flynn when it came to Nick and Ray. Nick cannot remember the last time Flynn or Lina visited, probably for his wedding. Nick and Flynn rarely talk on the phone but Nick understands that Flynn remains in rat form and will often lose track of time, like most undercover rats. In the past few years, Flynn has been making hints towards possibly retiring and wanting Nick and Ray to return home. Nick has not given Flynn a solid answer and is unsure how he feels about the old clan way of living. 

Lina Hamelin (Mother): Lina is still alive and well in Hamelin, Germany. Nick was born Nikolaos Hamelin in Germany in 1468. He was born into a pure line of rat animal shifters in a secluded area where there were only rat animal shifters. Nick didn’t learn about his human form until he was turning 4 or 5 years old and that was around the time his little brother Ray was born. Nick has never had a good look at his mother's face and the first real picture he has had of her was taken at his wedding with Jo. The bond between a rat mother and her baby is one of the strongest bonds Nick knows, and the same could be said about Lina. She shifts every now and again to contact both Nick and Ray. Nick does not blame her for being more comfortable in her rat form and tries to reassure her whenever he can. Lina has mentioned Nick and Ray’s return multiple times which Nick quickly deflects by mentioning Jo has walked into the room and handing off the phone to her. 

Sibling Names:

Rayner ‘Ray’ Hamelin (Brother): Ray and Nick share a bond that goes beyond brotherhood. Saying that Nick would kill for Ray and vice versa barely scratches the surface. They might not seem close to those on the outside looking in but Nick and Ray are constantly talking or texting. Deep down Nick loses his sanity when Ray goes past his check in times and would hound other members for updates on his whereabouts. Nick is sure their bond is unhealthy, especially after Ben and Jim got him to admit that he could not see his world without Ray and would rather follow him in death, leaving behind Jo and their pack. Ray being overseas had made Nick a little more irritable than usual but Nick has calmed down since Ray has been home.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Josephine ‘Jo’ Floyd Hamelin (Wife/Mate): Nick was not looking for a relationship or a mate when his clan went on a rescue mission. Nick has always been more focused on expanding his knowledge, pack and resources to date seriously. It wasn’t until Jo was done with her training and she seemed comfortable after her ordeal, did Nick make his move. They have been together for 38 years and married for 27 years. Jo is the love of his life and they have a healthy relationship that Nick can see lasting as long as his own parents.  

Platonic Connections:

James ‘Jim’ Montgomery (Best Friend): Nick and Ray found Jim and offered him the bite centuries ago. He has been a loyal and trustworthy friend to them both ever since. While Ray, Jim and Jalissa are not officially part of the standard alpha, second and third leading system for Clans, their opinions are as heavily weighed by Nick as if they were from Mills (2nd) and Conrad (3rd).

Ben Ehrlich (Best Friend): While Nick could never consider anyone else as close as his relationship with Ray, Ben was like a 3rd brother to them. With Ray, Jim, Mills and Ben behind him, Nick felt invincible. Ben was a casualty from the Underground tragedy. Being unable to recover Ben’s body has been another unthinkable hit towards Nick’s clan dealt by the vampire.

Shelton Mills (Good Friend): Nick used to buy miniature furniture from Mills when he was still human. Mills had been one of the only humans Nick had ever met who built usable miniatures, including dollhouses. Nick would place orders regularly for his pack regular since they remained in rat form and lived under one roof. Mills miniatures made life easier in many ways and initially because of that, when Mills became ill, Nick offered him the bite. Mills has been a valued member of their clan and has become more than just the miniatures guy. Nick considers Mills a friend and thinks he is fitting the position as 2nd after Ben’s death well.

Jalissa Toll (Good Friend): Jalissa is an old friend of Nick’s that has been a part of their clan for nearly two centuries. Jalissa is married with three kids and the head of BALL. When Nick, Ray, Mills and Jim found Jalissa she was shifted and unable to change back because she had mistakenly consumed Omnes Interficere. When Jelissa was able to change back to her human form, she flocked to Ray but her relationship with Nick took time to develop. Over the years Jalissa has been an asset to their clan and a trusted friend to Nick.

Jaxson Idris (Pseudo Son): Jaxson is a young and inspiring born rat shifter, that Nick and Jo have raised as their own. Jaxson came into their possession when he was 5 years old as a runaway. It did not take long to find out where Jaxson was from, but the reports were disturbing enough for Nick and his personal council to decide on keeping Jaxson. Nick cannot deny that Jaxson had already arrived with multiple irreversible traits and habits. It took years of training and leniency from Nick to repair most of the damage done to Jaxson as a child. Jaxson had a lot of misplaced potential that Nick did not know how to tap into back then. Nick has seen a difference in Jaxson’s behavior and attitude lately, especially after the RED massacre and Conrad being promoted. Jaxson was not ready for another titled position and expected Nick to hand it to him. Nick is fatherly when it comes to Jaxson and there is no denying it, however, Nick would never put Jaxson over himself, Jo, Ray, or their clan. Nick would rather put a bullet in Jaxson’s skull than have everything he worked for burnt to the ground. That can also be said about anyone; pseudo son or not. Nick tries not to dwell on Jaxson's personal life too much and lets Jaxson figure his own way out of his messes. One mess that Nick is unsure he will be able to help Jaxson out of is his obsession over Samantha Whitney. Nick does not believe Jaxson has a true future with Sam since their paths lead into different directions but it is a learning experience that Nick is willing to let them both learn for themselves. It has only been a year since the massacre and Nick has seen a lot of growth. Jaxson, much like Ray, does not have the drive to become the leader of his own pack but given time Nick is sure Jaxson and any clan he runs would make formidable adversaries.  

Maxine Vanes (Friend/Packmate): Nick made a lot of mistakes over the centuries, most of them were completely his fault for making the wrong decision, however, Nick could have never foreseen his situation with Max. Max has been a part of their clan since the age of 12 and has been a force to be reckoned with. Max took to guilting Nick in her early years of being changed and Nick had to go to the extremes to get her to back off and stop being destructive to their clan. Nick went as far as taking Max out to the middle of nowhere and threatening to leave her there with no resources or clothes, if she did not stop with the bullshit when she was 15. Nick had to take the same drive when Max was 17 but only this time Nick threatened to kill her after she tried to raise her hand and voice at him. Nick knows that Max has never forgiven him and will always continue to push his buttons but they have worked out somewhat of an understanding and friendship over the years. What Nick does not understand is why Max and Henry are keeping their relationship from him and their clan. Nick has been entertaining them and allowing them to continue their games, but he is unimpressed. 

Mary Lang (Possible Niece/Packmate): Mary is the only child and daughter of Doria Lang. Nick performed a DNA test behind Mary’s back to find out if Ben, Ray, or Jim was her supposed father. The results were not surprising, but Nick knows it is not his place to tell anyone. Nick does have precautions set in place just in case something was to happen to himself or Mary’s biological father (Ben, Ray, or Jim) and she tries to take over or pull rank using their name. Nick believes Mary would never pull something of the sort but there is nothing wrong with being prepared. Nick has no interest in Mary and would rather not have her close. Updated: Ben has died and Mary has chosen not to get a DNA test, unknowingly forfeiting a few items and money from Ben’s last living will and testament.

Samantha Whitney (Packmate): Nick’s clan is made up of a small majority of runaways or abandon members from other packs. Sam was born in Ohio, she ran away after finding out that she was getting sold by her father, Sean Whitney to win favor from their leader. Nick made sure to put the fear of God in both of Sam’s parents and ex-leader when her story was confirmed. Sam seemed to struggle at first but after befriending Jaxson and Conrad, she excelled in nearly everything that Nick and Ray put her against. Nick and Ray saw potential in Sam as she ran missions with Jaxson. Nick and Jim pushed Jaxson more towards SKIN, giving Sam time to grow out of her shell and mild dependency that Nick noticed was possibly forming. Nick left the final decision to Ray, but someone needed to train as his replacement overseas eventually and Sam seemed like a likely candidate. Ray and other members of BOND have kept him updated on her progression. She has kept her cool over the past year without proper supervision enough for Nick, Mills and Ray to think she can play a key role in finding information about the influx of rats and helping keep an eye on them.

Conrad Kale (Packmate): Conrad is the son of Elias and Johanna Kale. The Kale family was not originally a part of the German clan, but Nick and Ray found Conrad’s great x7 grandfather in passing and offered him the bite. The Kale family is now spread across the world, usually on BOND or the most dangerous teams in their area. Conrad has stood out among his peers since childhood. The massacre of RED came as a shock to Nick and Conrad, they lost over 200 valued members and had over 2,000 injuries. The decision to give Conrad the position as third came to Nick as he watched Conrad spiral down a lengthy never-ending hole. Conrad is the youngest member to ever hold the third position but has not let Nick down. Conrad is also the second youngest to being the head of his own team, after Helo. Nick took Helo and Conrad as star examples and started placing new fresh young faces as head of teams. 

Henry Dean (Packmate): Nick clan is majorly made up of loyal members that they have converted from other packs. Henry is a born rat shifter from Cincinnati who works as a BOND weapons specialist for the Chicago rat clan after his own was overtaken by Nick. Nick would rather have Henry out in the field but after an ordeal with Carl Anderson, Henry was burned among a small group of hunters, making it impossible for Henry to leave Chicago and complete missions safely. Much like Micah and other converted packmates, Henry has earned his trust, but Nick still keeps close tabs on them all. 

Achilles Idris (Packmate): The entire situation with Achilles and Cadmus still makes Nick’s head hurt. From the moment Achilles walked into their lives, Nick's intuitions were screaming something was off about him, which Nick initially thought was Achilles being in the closet. It took 9 months to find out who he was. Finding out Achilles was Jaxson’s older brother and that he was trying to take Jaxson away sent Nick into a downward spiral, but things worked themselves out. Honestly, when Nick invited Achilles to stay, Nick had been planning to ‘drive Achilles to the bus station’ in which he would never return or be heard from again. Jaxson had already begged Nick to let Achilles stay and Mills mentioned not having enough justification but Nick wanted to set an example of what happens when someone tries to drive a wedge between him and his clan members. It was Cadmus that changed his mind. Cadmus had kicked his own renowned oldest living son out of his pack for being gay. He dragged the kid down in front of Nick and assumed that Nick would do the same, not because Achilles lied about being Jaxson's half brother and spied on them for Cadmus but simply because of Achilles sexual orientation. There was no way Nick was sending Achilles out into the world filled with people who thought like Cadmus. It has been a few years and Achilles can look Nick in the eyes without averting his gaze, which is a big step in progress. Nick has tried not to show favoritism towards Jaxson, Conrad and now Achilles but Nick is extra harsh on those who offend Achilles or try to bring up his past. 

Neaera Jayweed (Packmate): Nick heard about Neaera in reports from another BOND member before Ray mentioned her. Following protocol, Nick had her entire background dug up and brought forward to him before giving any go ahead for her and her little brother, Kris to join their pack. The last thing Nick needed was another headstrong born female rat that could take down a small majority of his men on her own if she put her mind to it. Nick has thought about ways to break her but has taken BOND reports about Neaera into consideration and would rather not have his bed lit on fire in the middle of the night. 

Kris Jayweed (Packmate): Kris seems like a promising young man that was injured his senior year of high school and lost all his college scholarships. Nick had noticed in Kris’s file that he had all the grades to go to an Ivy league college but instead started making a name for himself in England’s IMPALER (equals to Chicago’s RED). Nick has suggested Conrad takes Kris on and believes they would make a good pair and get their clan the information they need. Nick is impressed with what they have accomplished so far. 

Kylo ‘Nada’ Rajui (Business): The hyenas were one of Nick's most anticipated groups to join the local animals shifters and the Chicago alliance. Nick was one of the first leaders to greet Venus, the hyena leader and Nada, her second, when they arrived in Chicago in the early 1900s. Venus, Nada and Nick became friends and began to side with each other on Council decisions. Over the years, they have built a rare comfort and friendliness between their packs. LMAO and the hyenas are as close to one another as they are with Clan Nimble. Update: Venus was killed while running in her animal form causing chaos within the hyena clan. A large majority of hyenas have left Chicago and Nick has a few BOND members following some of the high interest hyenas. Theo and Nick have been working together with Nada to help them solve their reckless changing problem.

Clarisse ‘Clara’ Fields (Business): Clara is a black bear shifter that is a part of the Animal Shifter Council. Clara has not been on Nick’s radar as of lately. He and POOH understands what she is trying to do for her endangered species and has been staying out of her hair lately. Although POOH last report coincided with RED that Clara and her top members have been disappearing Underground. Nick plans on sending BOND in for more information and keeping the two other teams separate instead of starting joint missions. In the beginning, Nick and Clara’s professional relationship was anything but sweet. Clara had pulled him aside and they were able to hash out their differences. That does not mean that Nick isn’t vicious or short-tempered when she does step on his bad side. 

Chris Bialar (Business): Chris is a born lion shifter that is a part of the Animal Shifter Council. He is a widower with one son, leader of the Chicago cat shifters and the principal at Panthera Academy. Nick and BALL have not been able to get a rat to keep up with Chris and his clan when they visit Africa, but BALL has confirmed that there is an extended clan which belongs to Chris’s father. BALL has an understanding with the local cats for the most part, but they are still considered one of the dangerous clans to be assigned to. Chris and Nick are not exactly friends or enemies, but their liaisons can communicate well enough for them. 

Ellis Watts (Business): Ellis is approximately 100 years old and had inherited his clan from his father in 1941. Ellis and Nick are on good terms. ANUBIS and the Jackal clan have come to an understanding that ANUBIS does not invade any areas of the government that could cause problems and in return the Jackals do not keep information from them. Nick and Ellis are fine with members of their pack hanging out together in their human-form, same as with clan nimble. 

Percy McCormick III (Business): Percy is 228 years old, married without kids and is one of Nick’s closest allies. Nick has been around for a while and was friends with Percy’s father. This made things a little easier when it was Percy’s time to take over. Nick and Percy clan often work together to gather information. Percy’s people teach the rats reporting and/or journalistic investigating skills in exchanging for information and leads. Nick still allows NERVOUS to gather information on the nimble but they mostly focus on learning from them. 

Isaac Baker (Business): Isaac is a made wolf shifter that is a part of the Animal Shifter Council. Isaac is the leader of the Chicago and surrounding area wolves. Micah and Nick found it surprising that Isaac spent a year at MIT before dropping out and suspect that Isaac must have been changed around that time. Nick and his inner circle are aware of Isaac’s deal with Ronan Cleirigh pertaining to Duke Thornton and have been trying to keep it from the rest of the pack; especially Hanna who has taken over for Micah as SCOOBY’s head. 

Ronan Cleirigh (Associate): Ronan may be one of the oldest warlock males in Chicago at the moment but it has yet to be confirmed. He is feared among his peers and GOLD seems to think that he is Death or plays a dangerous role with necromancy. Nick is neutral about Ronan but wants Louis and his team in Ronan’s house or one of his establishments by the end of the year or Nick is going to take over GOLD until it happens. 

Minsky Edison (Associate): Minsky is approximately a 1,200 years old male witch with great taste in music, who also practices Tai Chi and has one of the nicest houses in Chicago. Minsky has always been kind and pleasant to deal with during the major quinquennial Council meetings. GOLD has mentioned that Minsky has been placing milk out for them but has kept to their strict orders not to drink or eat anything while out on the job. 

Hostile Connections:

Kudzai Rinker (Loathe): Nick would not dare call himself respectful or chivalrous nor is Nick someone who would ‘curse someone out’ but Kudzai has pushed Nick beyond all reasonable thought. Kudzai has been nothing but disrespectful towards Nick and his pack from the day they met. Nick has tried to open up an olive branch but for some reason Kudzai seems terrified of him. He’s unsure if they crossed paths in the past or if she is familiar with Nick’s father, Flynn but it does not excuse the way she treats his people or the disrespect Nick is constantly dealt.

Ryan Cleirigh (Contempt): Ray and Helo seem to entertain the young warlock more than Nick is willing to. Ryan has a podcast that caters to the supernatural community. Nick doesn’t mind if his pack uses the information from Ryan’s supernatural podcast but he only asked that it is double and triple checked before being recorded as fact. Nick believes it is a huge security breach and would rather not depend on magic to keep said podcast from falling into the wrong hands.

Scorpius Getta (Hate): Getta has ignited a hatred in Nick strong enough for Nick to have considered moving his clan to Germany and blowing up the Underground and Chicago along with it to get rid of Getta and his entire seethe. Nick is barely a step away from foaming out of the mouth whenever Getta comes up and wants nothing more than to take something Getta loves from him. RED has found out that Getta has children that are physically his that he changed into vampires long ago. Nick is waiting on names or any hints that could point to them before sending BOND and possibly the entire German Hamelin pack after them. 

Sirius Cobic (Despise): The local police are corrupt. Nick was upset back in the mid 1800s when the witches, warlocks, vampires and other animal shifters thought that they needed mediators. The human shifters acted as such when they first arrived. Taking payments to privately help solve supernatural on supernatural crimes, street robbery, murder, petty thievery, prostitution, rapes, missing children and poaching. Nick did not mind at first but quickly changed his tune when the human shifters became their local police. Over the years, hundreds of rats have either been killed, maimed or gone missing from SKIN missions. Human shifters have accounted for the highest amount of deaths overall within their clan. Nick, Ray, Mills, and Jim have tried multiple times to get with Sirius to talk about arrangements or meeting one on one but it has always failed or they were attacked in plain daylight instead.

Pets:

None

[ocsandallthatjazz]

*banging pots and pans* RIZZY FOR THE OTP MEME

They are so new, I think we’re all gonna learn stuff today.

What was their first impression of each other?

Izzy thought Rory was pretty goofy, hard to take serious, but maybe there was a sweet side under all that enthusiasm. Rory thought she looked cute and kind of liked that she just eye-rolled all his silly schemes.

What is their ship name?

Rory x Izzy = Rizzy!!!

Describe their relationship dynamic.

They have some of that “the brains and the goofball” trope (I’m blanking on the best way to word it, but y’know). Rory’s kind of like her personal pep squad and Izzy is always there to laugh off his antics with Sam and the others.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

They were pretty friendly, but just club mates for a bit. Virginia got attached to Rory super easily, so that helped them get closer.

How would they describe each other?

Izzy would point out that while, yeah, he can be kinda naive sometimes, he has a huge heart when it matters and he makes people feel like they really have a friend in their corner. Rory would say that she’s super cute and almost elegant, but could talk her way into winning a person’s whole wallet if she really wanted, and that’s quite a skill to have.

What do they love about each other?

Rory loves her clever attitude and her passion for her hobbies. Izzy loves his enthusiasm and adventurous attitude, also, how he goes along with her comfort zone.

What do they have in common?

They share some similar music interests and they both get nervous about fitting in at new places.

What are some differences between them?

Rory is far more gullible and Izzy is far more scrutinizing. Also, a fun fact, Izzy really loves sushi but Rory isn’t really a fan.

What made them realize they were in love?

For Rory, it is as Artie is trying to bait him into competing for Sugar’s attention, to which he is like “No??? I already have a girlfriend? And I love her a lo- oh mY GOD.” For Izzy, she had an inkling from around sectionals of that year, but she knew for certain when he asked her to prom, which wasn’t even either of their proms.

What are their love languages?

Rory likes to shower her in little gifts and surprises. Izzy typically expresses with acts of service.

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

Yeah, I can see that in their cards. Izzy is probably the one to actually propose, towards the end of or after college is done in NYC. She’d pick somewhere with a tourist cliche he’d love like Central Park or the Statue of Liberty.

What would happen if they never met?

This means Izzy hadn’t joined Glee Club, so she would’ve kept working as a library aide and I guess during his time at McKinley they would just keep missing each other. Who knows if she’d still commit to NYU bc without Glee she wouldn’t have Virginia’s and the rest of her friends’ influences (at least not nearly as much).

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

.....skip lol

Are there any love rivals?

I guess Brittany because Rory liked her when he’s introduced, but like I erased the Sugar plot so, not really?

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

We came up with an extra episode plan for fun that is this friend group having a bunch of Christmas-cliche-themed dreams and Izzy’s is meeting the Flanagans for the holidays. Even though it’s not real, there’s this soft moment where she watches him joke around with his brother and begins to come to terms with the fact that maybe growing apart for awhile (and letting Rory be close to his family again) will help them grow up better and eventually grow closer together, followed by her singing Please Come Home For Christmas.

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Literally, I don’t think anyone really cares, they’re so background lol. I’m sure Vi is invested because these are two of her best friends, but it’s also not like their relationship ever gets in anyone’s way.

Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

Leading up to the S3 prom, Rory spontaneously serenades her on a walk home one day to ask her to the dance. She laughs and rolls her eyes but is smiling the whole time and when it’s done says “It’s not even our prom and we’re working at it.” Rory gives her a look and a dramatic arm wave basically equaling “so what?” She plucks wildflower of the ground nearby and tucks it into his shirt pocket to mimic a boutonniere, before accepting.

Describe or write a really angsty scene!

They have to have a serious talk about their relationship leading up to Izzy’s graduation (in this timeline Rory gets to stay an extra year), because she’s already moving to New York and he decides it’s best to just finish high school back home, so what was already going to be long distance just became a whole ocean farther. It’s when Izzy really starts to show her anxieties about moving and change in general, because a core part of her support network won’t be there physically anymore.

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

Izzy loves peanut butter cups, so she gets a little offended he hid never trying them from her (maybe for good reason because then they had to sit down and taste test every version of Reese’s).

What does a typical date look like for them?

They’ll go to the coffee shop, like just about anybody in that town. They’ll also just walk each other home a lot and Rory likes to come to jam with her on her piano at home.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship? Ask your own question! [what’s a song that reminds you of them?]

The first instinct was Jolly Holiday from Mary Poppins, the perfect balance of chaotic, refined, and doting.

OTP Ask Game

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Venting

HERE BE SPOILERS!! SPN S15 E2 - Raising Hell

(gif by @sasquatchandleatherjacket​, thank God for you. If you want me to remove this I will, but I honestly felt the way Sam looks right now)

Ep 2 - 

Additional chess pieces: Rowena, Ketch, Kevin, Chuck, Amara

New enemies: Jack the Ripper, New faceless female demon?!

Mysteriously missing out on the fun: Woman in White, Bloody Mary, Gacy Clown

Short Version: Leader Sam is not acting normal; Jack the Ripper was annoyingly cool; Civilians are infinitely stupid. Someone tells you it is dangerous to go somewhere and you go? You could ask the people keeping you safe to go get the shit you need for emergencies, but no. Useless Angel is again useless and getting more useless, also arguing with the heroes with no solution for his damn self.

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So yeah, the first thing we get is a surprisingly creepy start, middle of the night, human disregarding the rules, get killed by what looks like a person she knows. Oh but wait, he was possessed. Very interesting ghost, psychotic, scary actually.

Angel being useless arguing with Sam instead of making himself useful. He is stronger than the humans, so shouldn't he be on patrol?? Even shouldn't he go looking for the missing ppl?

Oh Sam, How I wish you would have just snapped a little bit harder. Why not "When we say do not go in, you do not go in! Now someone's missing, isn't that a clue? Thank you for making our jobs that much harder! Now, if you need emergency items, we have ppl to help with that who know what they are doing. Stop trying to end up dead, and do as I say!"

Oh, the new HGIC is Jack The Ripper? Oh shit.

Oh great, stupid people not listening, yet again!

Oh so JTR has trouble getting attention too. Anyway, this mofo seems to be no joke.

Civilians stand there and breathe after you heard gunshots and growling, and see dead ppl, no don't run. Yah great.

Cass, argumentative as usual. What exactly do you expect Sam and his hunters to do since they are already busy? YOU go look for stupid humans who don't listen, just like yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to play: Bobbing for guest stars! Rowena sweeps in and flirts with Cass. Ugh, why?

OK, SO 12:30 SECONDS INTO THE WHOLE 45 MIN SHOW AND WE FINALLY SEE SAM AND DEAN ON THE SAME SCREEN! Yah great.

Shoot them, my guys, I am pretty sure it will hurt less than what I am afraid will happen! YEP I. WAS. RIGHT!!!!!

And the brothers' scene together is over at 13:36 for commercial but resumes at 16:30 and goes through 19:00… so far. Total of about 5mins, 30secs. Anxiously waiting for more…

Guest Star # 2! Ketch is in the line-up!

OH! And a gun that shoots Iron Flakes. (in Bobby's voice)Used to be when you needed to get a ghost outta ya, you'd take a hit of rock salt. It would hurt like a bitch, but you'd live. And these two maybe wouldn't have gotten their guts ripped up waiting on Ketch's appearance with his new convenient toy!!!

Meanwhile, what a convenient way to bring up a new demon. Female named Ardat. GREAT…

Chuck and Sissy sitting in a tree, A-R-G-U-I-N-G. Why do they sound like an old married couple already? Oh yeah, because apparently, it is better to be hetero and incestuous than… NVM won't go there.

ANYWAY… 6th grader 'does so and so like me' bullshit from Rowena, I can only guess that is coming up on Ketch's side. Poor Dean. Then USELESS wants to try to start a convo Dean definitely doesn't wanna hear. And why is he trying to preach that all of this is supposed to happen like this anyway! That's life let's just move on?! Are you fucking serious?! Oh and that supposed inspirational, but actually desperate grab "We are" was so damn stupid. Like I keep saying, USELESS.

Oh and their screen time in case no one cares: 20:50 through 23:15. Total less than 2mins, 25 secs. And it was a painfully dry conversation I could well have done without.

Was so very right about the 6th grader bullshit! Oh great, instead of Salt hula hoops and gun bungees, we get loose ass chain links of iron around the neck that can fall off at any time! Tell me Mr. BMOL, how come you don’t have a convenient better-thing-than-an-iron-chain-link-necklace!!!!

Hello, 'nother guest star. It's Kevin Tran, everyone! Thanks for conveniently saving the moment again. And after the demon kid tells you multiple times that the wards are temporary, KEVIN tells you once that it is weakening and yay! It hits home. Don't get mad at the demon for not listening.

Chuck and Sissy sitting in a tree, A-R-G-U-I-N-G. Again. Little retreat? Priceless relationship? He wants to deepen what they have? Start a new species?! GURRL JUST SAY NO! Ohh but she figured him out, so now the trouble starts. He's low on power, he needs her help, he's scared.

Brother time! 34:10 through… hold on while I catch this, why is it always Sam to give away a secret? And why is Belphegor being a snoopy little sneak? Oh and suddenly he makes more sense than experience?! They cannot get Kevin to heaven cuz Chuck isn't their friend anymore? I am sure spells still work... 35:30…

OOH! Break for shoulder issue… and back to bros at 35:38-ish and back and forth for a few secs again because Chuck is freaking out. It is like the deity has never felt pain before. But that would mean he forgot when Amara punched him in his figurative balls last time huh? You 'member, when he almost DIED?

So Dean is worried again, but Sam refuses to even acknowledge it (kinda badass, kinda stubbornly stupid). OK, Bros done at about 35:58. Another generous minute and some. Geez.

Whoops, Kevin forgot that he could leave the way he came in. That was a mistake.

Oh, macgruder here we go with the only female on the team must help the men repopulate the earth or at the very least be raring to go because what? She's a newly free feminist with all the power over her cooch so the first thing she does is wanna give it up? Ketchwena? AWKWARD. Yah great.

Rowena had to take the long way thru the badlands to get the new weapon, also temporary, to the boys. It isn't tested, so instead of testing it out on the fucking ghost who would definitely deserve it who caught up to you before your destination, let's allow Ketch to play jealous new suitor and knight in shining armor! Oh and then he gets put in a vulnerable position! Yah great.

Segway back to… Why is it that because Rowena is the only female POA (piece of ass) on the team, she has to flirt with Cass, then Ketch, AND she has a history with Jack the Ripper? And yet, she treats Sam like he's a naughty kid she's babysitting, but ppl want to ship them two like the fucking Titanic!

Oh right back to Winchesters. Actually, the whole team is here now. Yah great.

ANYWAY… How TF and when did JTR get in Ketch between his stand-off with the Winchesters, trying to consume Kevin and the new untested weapon finally being TESTED! Only to find out it ain't as badass as the first one!!!!! Convenient. Yah great.

Don't think I forgot… The fucking force field spell thing is a one-off?! BOO newbie! So now it has a weak spot and everyone conveniently knows where it is.

So, did anyone else see the Ketch thing coming? Why TF did he need to have Rowena's back from so close? Yeah, I saw that flinch JTR! Why oh why did Dean shoot his load into the hundreds of ghosts when he had limited ammo and was apparently the ONLY one allowed to sneak in ammo?! Again, USELESS is in the background, useless. He can see a demon's true face, but can't tell when someone is possessed by a ghost?

So what if Dean wouldn't hesitate to shoot Ketch, couldn't one person, or useless fucking Angel bring the Iron Frosted Flake Gun? Oh but the Angel can heal, right? No?! Seriously WTF!!!! DO NOT MAKE EXCUSES FOR HIM ANYMORE SAM!

LITERALLY ALL OF THIS SHIT COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED!!!! I agree with conflict for building, enhancing, and developing the plot, but fucking really?!

EWWW Ketchwena again?! OK, but also, Ketch flirted with Dean more than the useless Angel supposedly did.

And WTF is this?! NOW we are gonna listen to a demon when he says Kevin cannot be returned to heaven? Before, no one could be bothered to trust Belphegor's uncanny wisdom. ARE THEY FUCKING FORGETTING THAT THE SAME SPELL THAT SENT BOBBY UP FROM HELL SHOULD WORK ON KEVIN? AND ISN’T IT MORE WORTH IT TO TRY THAN NOT?!!!!!!

Oh, but then let's let Kevin out a little hole in the electric fence and have it take long enough that no other ghosts happen to sneak thru. Oh, they are that scared of Belphegor? Really? So he should have been the one on patrol AT ALL TIMES!!!!

Chuck and Sissy sitting in a tree, A-R-G-U-I-N-G. Yet again! Geez, dude get a clue!

BECAUSE LOOK NOW! THERE ARE TONS OF GHOSTS STILL COMING FROM 'SOMEWHERE'! SHOULDN'T WE BE TRYING TO GET TO THAT SPOT AND SHUT THAT SPOT DOWN? MAYBE? AS A START?

WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW? I'VE ONLY BEEN WATCHING A SHOW THAT SHUTS DOWN HELLMOUTHS AS A HOBBY FOR FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!

[the-canary]

Home.

Summary: Home isn’t a place, but rather the people that have your heart. (Implied!Reader/Steve Rogers; Avengers!Friendship).  

Prompt: ‘Hygge’ – the cozy feeling you get when you’re enjoying good things in life with friends.

A/N: This is for @bucky-at-bedtime‘s writing challenge. this isn’t the best, but i thought it was cute and worked with the prompt. i’m sorry i couldn’t add some characters, but i’m still not very used to writing them, but i hope you enjoy it. 

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Feedback is always welcomed.

It’s a little strange when Director Hill gives you the directive -- you will be joining the Avengers on a temporary basis. You blink in confusion, but nod as a strange feeling of pride and anticipation bubbles in your chest at the announcement.

“May I ask why though,” you ask softly but with all the confidence in the world that you could muster around someone like Director Hill.

“Captain Rogers and Ms. Romanoff are looking for someone with your talents,” Maria smiles.

She tells you to get ready to head to the Avengers Towers. As you leave the office and head back to your apartment, the anxiety starts to settle in -- what are the world’s mightiest heroes going to think of you?

 It’s the first week in and you still aren’t used to it -- living in a well stocked and airconditioned room compared to the little apartment with a broken heater back in Queens. Yes, S.H.I.E.L.D paid well, but not enough to get you something good in New York City. You’re adjusting well enough, but it still feels strange not to have to extra blankets with you and you slowly develop a pattern of getting up, doing some training in the gym on your floor before heading to get breakfast.  

It’s when you are heading down that you finally notice somebody coming back from their own run. You freeze for a moment, still unsure of yourself, as you do your best to give him a polite smile and nod.

“Good morning, Captain Rogers,” you states with a bit of a squeak, as he stops in the middle of the lobby.

“Where are you heading to?” Steve asks, not in that Captain American voice that you that heard in the few missions you had been in, but with general curiosity. You rub the back of your neck, like a kid caught sneaking out in the middle of the night rather than just leaving to get breakfast at 6am.

“Gonna see if I can find some breakfast,” you shrug while putting your hands in your hoodie pockets, “Though I still don’t know the area too well.”

“I know a place with some great coffee,” he starts off as your eyes lighten up at the mention, “Mean set of pancakes too.”

“That actually sounds really good,” you admit, feeling hungrier than before as the blond tells you to wait there, so he can change and he’ll show you the way.

Thus, you created a small routine of going to get breakfast with Captain Rogers, or Steve as he pushed you to calling him after the first couple of mornings together.

 Natasha.

You don’t go on missions often as most of the other Avengers unless the information calls for it. Your powers aren’t so much for fighting, as there are for scanning and collecting data, which is why you are paired up with the Black Widow for most of those first missions you are needed for.

It’s quite most of the time between the two of you as she controls the plane or car into  whatever Eastern Europe country you are going through for in order to collect more details on HYDRA . She’s naturally observing you, as you look at all the terrain around you, silent because your own powers take speech away from you. Your eyes flash and glow before you let out a cough.

“You okay?” is all she ever asks you, as you nod.

“HYDRA agents, 5 kilometers away,” you states before rubbing your sore throat,”Two squads of 4 with weapons.”

“You confident about that thing,” Natasha states as she picks up the speed of the vehicle just a bit, gripping the wheel a bit harder than before. You feel a rush of dread and confidence bloom in your chest all at once, as you nod.

“I will be, if you promise more of those Russian Tea cookies,” you laugh, trying to make the best out of the situation as the car starts to skee into dry ice and you grab on just a bit tighter to the side door. You prepare yourself with a deep breathe.  

“I promise you all the tea cookies in the world if we get out of this,” Nat says with a grin, as you blink once then twice before everything goes black.

You end up coming back with all the information that you needed and then some, along with a now defunct HYDRA base, and after your morning run the next day -- you are happy to see the largest box of those powdered tea cookies that you have ever seen placed in the kitchen countertop with your name on it.

It makes you think that you finding you own niche within the Avengers now.

 “Is she doing all right?”

“Yes, just like when you asked last time.”

“It’s just with her being new and all. I’m--”

“I know, know.”

 Tony & Bruce.

You wonder how the two scientists notice that your eyes have a sensitivity to light. You try not to wear sunglasses at all and contacts only sometimes, you don’t want to seem a liability to the group. It was a thing that ran back into your S.H.I.E.L.D training days and both men seemed to understand that, but there were also things that weren’t still understood about your powers and after talking to them for awhile, they finally got you to sit down in one of their labs to get your eyes scanned.

--Only for the scanner to break when your powers activated.

“Shit,” you yelp as the machine combusts and falls to the ground below. Bruce just shakes his head as Tony lets out a laugh, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bruce gives you a reassuring smile.

“We’ve seen worse happen in this lab,” Tony adds in, as he flicks some screens away and over to the doctor, “But, does that happen often?”

“Me losing control or setting others machinery on fire?” you question apprehensively because the answer was yes -- you couldn’t really scan machinery before it exploded. Sometimes, machinery being activated near you automatically triggered your powers, though you had trained over the years to have better control over it.

“Both, knowing both is good,” Tony laughs, as you catch his reference before explaining what you know about your powers during your time in S.H.I.E.L.D, your discomfort dissolving in between as they decide to use the old way of checking out eyes and do different tests to see how far you can scan and detect things, as well as through what materials and methods.

It’s a tiring experience, but it is much better one that any S.H.I.E.L.D test you had done before.

 “ Those glasses you made seem to be working perfectly for her.”

“Of course they would, ye of little faith. Though it makes me wonder.”

“What exactly are you ‘wondering’ about, Tony?”

“Just how much attention are you putting in our newest recruit.”

 Wanda & Vision.

Wanda is the on the closest to your age and while you are both apprehensive about your powers -- the two of you just bloom around each other. She understood, more than you could ever know, what it was like to have powers that you couldn’t control all the time and in-between trainings you talked about your hobbies, likes, and little things you missed from back home. Sometimes, you even got to taste some of her cooking, though you learned that Vision didn’t quite understand the quantity of salt in a recipe before it was beyond human consumption.  

Then, they ask you to teach them a new recipe and you freeze for a second, trying to figure out what would be the best food to show them from your childhood — what happy memories and feelings would you allow yourself to unravel from things you didn’t really remember anymore.

It never really daunted on you that you weren’t even trying hide your past, if they didn’t already know, and surely Director Hill would frown at how bad of a S.H.I.E.L.D agent you were being.

“So, what do you think?” you ask leaning on the kitchen counter top, a large pot next to you as Wanda digs in, “My nana used to make this for special occasions all the time, though I don’t think I can ever make it as good as hers.”

“This is delicious,” Wanda states with a soft smile, as Vision keeps looking at the colorful garnishes that decorate the top of the dish.

She keeps eating, as she proceeds to ask more about your family recipes and you tell her everything you that can remember -- an easygoing smile and a completely open book, for the first time in a long time.

 “This is delicious. Who made it?”

“You already ate three bowls! Oh, she made it, an old family recipe.”

“It’s good, really good.”

‘They always said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.”

 Sam (and Bucky).

“Wait! He dived out of the Triskelion without a parachute?”

You don’t know how you ended up here, but on the way to the recreation room --you were planning on catching up on a new series-- you had meet up with Sam and the mysterious Bucky Barnes. The man was visiting from Wakanda in order to do some testing with the researchers part of R&D for Stark Industries. While, you talked and connected well with Sam, you weren’t sure how you were going to get along with Steve’s best friend -- you didn’t want to make a bad first impression.

Though, you didn’t really have anything to worry about, as you ended up having lunch with the two men while trading stories of a certain super soldier and his crazy antics. Things calmed down for a moment, as both of them looked at you and went in for the kill.

“So, what do you think of old Stevie?” Bucky can’t help but ask, bright eyes and large smile as you pause for a moment. Sam shakes his head.

“Steve is a good man, I am grateful to have him as a friend,” you state with a soft smile and loving eyes, that has them speechless for a moment on how sweet you could be talking about the blonde, though Sam doubted you understood, but the potential was there.

“What other stories do you guys have?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard the best yet. We’ve got stories for days,” Bucky states before taking a bite of his lunch, as Sam moves to another story of when they were on a mission in Greece.

You let out a hearty laugh, as Sam and Bucky look at each other with knowing smile. A certain man watching from the doorway. Your eyes sparkle, as you look at them, though it’s due to the subject more than anything else. 

 "What have you and Sam been telling her?”

“Just some old stories about some crazy punk.”

“Seriously Buck.”

“What do you want me ‘ta do if a pretty dame keeps asking about you?”

 It’s a small party between all the Avengers as the year comes to an end and some of them leave to stay for their families and loved ones. A year ago you wouldn’t have expected to by in this type of position -- to be calling some of the Avengers your closest friends and while your tenure with them might be up soon, you knew the friendships would last beyond that. So, for now you were enjoying watching Sam and Bucky fighting over which were the best Christmas carols in front of the tree. Vision and Wanda were dressed in cute matching sweaters, as Bruce and Tony were caught in some discussion with Peter watching with wide eyes. Nat, Clint, and Rhodey were playing cards, while slowly devouring the gingerbread house amongst themselves.

It was a--

“A lovely sight, right?” the only person missing from the scene speaks, as Steve comes to your side. A mug of something warm in his hand.

“Yeah, it really is,” you agree as Steve hums in confirmation and for brief moment you wonder -- what Christmas was for the man in the 40’s? What they could have been if he had never been frozen all those decades ago?

You were thinking a lot of Steve Rogers recently, especially since talking to Sam and Bucky, even with him right in front of you.

“Are you going anywhere for the holidays?”

“Oh no,” you shake your head, blue eyes never leaving your face as you let out an awkward laugh,  “I have no real family to speak of. S.H.I.E.L.D is pretty much it for me, probably just stay in the Tower ‘til New Year’s.”

“So, if I wanted to finally give you that tour around New York?” Steve shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant, “What would you say?”

You blink for a moment, as he gives you a bright smile.

“I’d love to, Steve.”

Yes, there would always be danger and life-threatening situations as part of the Avengers, but for now you would enjoy the little blessings with the makeshift family you had been brought into — and the potential what-ifs of the future.

[livelovelaug-h]

Irreplaceable you pt 1

Sam x reader

Summary- inspired by the movie irreplaceable you. Sickness/cancer and a lot of emotions. Definitely grab a box of tissues.

You: "What if we stayed in bed all day?"

" That sounds like the best day ever. We should stay here all week."

You: "What if we got bored?"

"Us, bored? When have we ever been bored?"

" What if we got hungry? What would we do for food?

Sam: "Well, we could order takeout and have it delivered right there."

"you know dean would come in and make us get up."

Sam laughs "Stop. Stop worrying."

~~~~~~~

Full disclosure:

I didn't have to worry about any of that, because this is where my story ends. So does yours, by the way. So does everyone's.

It's okay. Really.

Most of it I don't miss at all.

One with nature.

Really.

Calm. Peaceful.

But then, there's Sam.

Sam was... is the love of my life.

Sams walking to your grave. You narratoring: " Hi, Sam."

Sam by your grave: "Hi, y/n."

But let's start at the beginning.

~~~~~

Even with being a hunter, you were so excited. You were late for your period, it had been a couple weeks late. Now it felt like you were bloated like maybe a baby bump showing.

"Sam?"

"Hey what's up ?" He answers as you walk into the library.

"I kind of have some good news." Siting down next to him.

"oh yeah what's that ?"

You smile big "well... we need to make a doctors appointment. Because... I think I'm pregnant. I haven't had my period for about two months."

His turn to smile real big "really????" You nod.

"This so great, I'm gonna be a dad.!" He hugs you and kissed your forehead then nose and then lips. "And I'm gonna be a mom."

You set up your doctors appointment for about a week later. You were getting some stomach pains. You got up to throw away your wrapper when:. "ah ouchhh".

'Why does this hurt so much.' you thought.

You were waiting for the doctor to come back and confirm your good news !

There's a big picture of a baby inside of a belly showing the insides and sam says

"that picture makes it look gross and painful."

"that's not helpful!" The doctor comes in:

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

"Um, y/n, I have some difficult news. The blood test shows that you are not pregnant.

Oh. Sam grabs ahold of your hands and squeezes them.

" Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." It felt like someone just ripped your heart out but you couldn't believe it. Sam started rubbing your arms and hands.

"I guess that's okay. I- I mean, the whole thing was kind of a surprise... Yeah. We probably weren't even ready."

" Right-"

"It-it-it's just.. its weird 'cause, um, I know it's super early but I really feel something there." You say.

"The sonogram shows that you have a mass in your pelvis roughly the size of a tangerine. It can mimic pregnancy."

"A mass?"

"What kind of a mass?" Sam asks. He looked pretty discouraged to.

[Dr. Michaelson] "I don't want you guys to panic, because it couldbe nothing."

There's this moment

when everything changes.

You look back, and there was the moment before.

See that person?

Flashback to a few minutes -

"It's not helpful!"

She's thinking about whether she's hoping for a boy or a girl, and tiny fingers and toes, and then...

[Dr. Michaelson] "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

[you] and now Suddenly...

End of flashback

~~~~~~~~

You and Sam were laying down in bed:

"At least we won't have to pay for college." You say.

"Unless it's a really smart tumor... Too soon?" He says.

You sigh "It's too soon."

"A tangerine is better than an orange." You say.

"Or a grapefruit."

"Right. Or, um... What's bigger than a grapefruit?"

both of you say "A watermelon."

Cas can't heal you because he's human so there is really no other option.

.... At the doctors again .....

Did I say that was the moment?

[Dr. Kessler] "It's two tangerines and a grapefruit."

Correction, this is the moment.

"That's a lot of fruit."

[Dr. Kessler] "Uh, the tests have shown that it is cancer. And I know how hard this must be to hear. It's incredibly rare in someone your age. It's just... It's just terrible luck. Now we can talk aboutoptions whenever you're ready."

"Is there one that doesn't involve dying?" You ask.

[Dr. Kessler] "Uh, I-I've already consulted with a colleague, and after the initialsurgery, there's a clinical trial I'd like to enroll you in"

"You didn't answer my question."

Did he answer my question?

[Dr. Kessler] "We don't like to make predictions. But in addition to your treatment, I want to talk to you about your quality of life. Uh, we can help with pain management and some palliative care. And also some people have found great solace from supportgroups. I know this is a terribleshock, but let's take it one day at a time."

You knew you would go out one day probably hunting, but not like this. Not cancer.

"hello yes I would like to cancel my subscription to you guys."

"oh why is that?"

"I just have cancer now so I figured I wouldn't really be exercising."

"oh that's terrible. Are you sure you want to cancel?"

"yes . ... I am."

~~~~~ later that night ~~~~~~

Sam: "how you feeling?"

"I'm scared."

"It's-It's gonna be okay."

"What if I die?"

"We're gonna fight this, I'll always be there for you"

~~~~

Your laying on the floor because They say after surgery there's gonna be some minor discomfort.

It's Stage IV cancer.

Nothing is minor.

Nothing is comfortable.

Your doctor talking :

"So, let's, um, let's take another look at the proposed model for auto-associative memory and its constituent neural network."

'Or not. Let's not and say we did. Class dismissed.' you think.

you're walking to the other clinic and the guy greets me. "Hey."

"Hi."

"How's it going? I'm Dominic."

"y/n, Nice to meet you."

"I'm gonna be running your treatment suite."

"Treatment suite? "

"Oh, yeah, don't get excited. It doesn't even have four walls. Uh, go ahead and grab a seat right there. For the next time, you're probably gonna want to bring your own pillow in from home. You're also gonna need your cell phone with headphones and grab a magazine. Some of these guys tend to hoard 'em. You're gonna end up reading an old ripped up copy of Duck Enthusiast.

"Oh. It's okay, I don't read Duck Enthusiast. "

"Yeah, well, you will. All right, feet up. " he says.

"Uh, yes, you will feel like shit after this, but it's different for everybody. And no, your hair isn't gonna fall out right away. And besides, it looks like you have plenty of it, so you're doing good. Uh, and if you need snacks, you got to bring them from home."

Great. Just great.

You walk into one of the support groups.

"Hey."

"Come on in. We're just getting started. " the girl says. "Go grab yourself a hook and yarn."

One of the people in the group start saying "have you heard of Catholic yoga? It's a full Latin Mass with vinyasa yoga positions, and I come out... "

"You serious? " someone asks. "yeah!"

"How is Estelle holding up?"

"She's good. There's a new hawk in Central Park. Every morning we go out there and watch the little guy. I hope she keeps up the bird-watching after I'm gone. With whatever new guy she's banging.

[laughs]

"Welcome to group." they all say. "It's the way we roll."

" We have fun. "

"Cool." you say. The end of session finishes up and you start walking away when the guy who was talking about the bird calls to you.:

"The whole point is to mingle. "

"Not feeling up to it. " you say.

"Neither does anybody. That's why we do it. Myron. Multiple myeloma. You've never heard of it? Stay a while. " he says.

"I'm not really a mingler. "

"Not a crocheter either, apparently. "

"Didn't have time for pointless hobbies then, really don't have time for them now, and I'm especially uninterested in discovering that crocheting is a metaphor for healing or whatever."

"What you're feeling is totally normal." Myron says.

"You know, I wish people would stop telling me that totally insane things are normal."

"Have you looked around? "

"But you just accept that? You just accept everything that's going on? You make jokes about your wife having a new boyfriend?"

"I don't accept it, but in the event that I do kick the bucket, I hope she does find a boyfriend. Somebody nice. Less well-endowed to be sure, but nice. "

"Well, I just think I am in a different situation. Sam and I met when we were kids, and then started dating 10 years ago."

"How old is he? "

" Thirty-five."

"Yeah, he's gonna go through a major slut phase."

You laugh.

"I also have Tourette's."

You- "Good to know."

"Yeah. You come back."

"Nice to meet you, Myron."

"Nice to meet you, y/n."

"And thanks for the advice. "

" All right"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you gonna go through a slut phase?" You ask Sam.

"What? No. Why would you say that?"

"You're not even thinking about it?"

"That's the absolute furthest thing from my mind right now. It's further than like meeting someone on Tinder." You chuckle.

"Okay, but Tinder can't be that far from your mind because you just said it, which means you had to be thinking about it, which means you're thinking about this too."

"Yeah. I'm busted." Sam says.

"I'm serious. Look at you. The puppy-dog eyes.

"What?"

" This is a disaster. "

Sam: "What are you talking about?"

"You don't know. Because you have no experience. Women are gonna eat you alive."

" I can take care of myself."

"I know But what if you can't? Who's going to get you to go to bed and stop researching? Who's going to make you real food?"

"you don't make me real food."

"Yeah, but I would, hypothetically. "

"Well, our hypothetical food has been in the freezer for like a year." You got up and started near the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Figuring out how to cook a real meal."

"Now?"

"No time like the present."

"How do I cook a chicken?" You say into the phone.

[Siri] Let me think about that.

Okay, I found this on the web for "How do I cook a chicken?"

"It's gonna be amazing."

~~~~~~~~~~

Just 'cause you're dying

doesn't mean your life stops.

Sam has been through so much so maybe if you found him a new girl, he wouldn't think about your passing.

In group support-

"And so, uh, when my numbers came back this time, I just, honestly, I just thought I can't keep fighting."

[Kate] "Jim, you don't have to go there. 'Cause it's all about attitude. "

"Well, let's let Jim have his process."

[Kate] "Oh, absolutely. Yeah. I just think that his process should be more positive. Everyone is entitled to... to be sad."

"Thank you."

"You know what I'm loving these days is meditation. And I... I know it sounds trite, but I just have been feeling so blessed every time I sit there in silence. Maybe you could try that now?

You laugh.

"Or we could laugh."

"That's okay too. "

" Sorry. I'm sorry. Just... Some of these women are so cheesy. "I want to dip you in whipped cream and put my cherry on top." What does that even mean, anatomically speaking?" You ask.

"Using a sundae model as a sexual proposition. It is confusing. I have to s... " Myron says.

"I mean, cherry... cherry's got to be a hymen, right?" You ask.

"Probably a busted hymen." You giggle.

[Kate] "Mm-hmm."

"I... I, um... mine broke on a horse. And me, I was born without one. So... It was my favorite horse, though. " ......

"Okay, uh, that's about it for today. "

~~~~~~~~~~

"Were you sexting just now?" Myron asks while you sitting down looking through tinder.

"Let me have my process." You say.

"Your process is sexting?"

"You're the one who said Sam would go through a slut phase. I thought you were crazy, but then I thought about it more, and he's gonna be a chick magnet. he already is And the worst part is, he's gonna have no idea how to handle it because he's going to be too sad. He hasn't dated to many people in his life. He's gonna be lonely and vulnerable. He already lost his fiance."

"Classic rookie mistake. " Myron states.

"What are you talking about? "

"Thinking you can do something to lessen the loss. There's a word for what you're doing. It's a technical term. You want to know it?"

You: "No, thanks."

"Anticipatory grieving.' Trying to cope with the loss before it happens. So, Meryl over there writes a birthday card to her husband for every year she's gonna be gone, and Jim... makes a video montage of himself as Santa for all the Christmases he's gonna miss with his kids. It doesn't change anything. Look, what do I know? My advice? You're hooking him up, concentrate on a booty. Yours, you know, it's... it's flat."

You laugh "My booty is not flat."

"You have a terrible ass. "

"Fuck you."

"Here, give me that. Oh, you got a match. Sexypants89."

"Okay, let me see that."

~~~~~~~~~~

You started interviewing girls that Sam got a match on from tinder at a coffee shop.

To be continued.

[batnsonswrites]

Character Analysis: Angus Macgyver

@tomminowrites asked if I and a couple other writers would consider using this list of questions to do a character analysis for Mac in our own ways. This ended up being a hell of a lot longer than I was planning, but honestly everything I write ends up that way so at this point I don’t know why I’m even surprised. Most of this is just what I’ve seen from the show itself plus some headcanons for things we haven’t seen. There’s one section in which I do not agree with the show at all, but you’ll see that when you get to it. Anyways, enjoy!! (@thethistlegirl sorry if anything is really similar to yours lol)

What would completely break your character?

Mac already feels a lot of weight and responsibility when it comes to protecting people, and any time he feels like he could’ve done more to save someone it destroys a little part of him. If he were ever to lose someone he truly cared about, like Jack or Riley or Bozer, or now even Matty, and he felt like he could’ve done more, there’d be no coming back from that. Mac would sink so far into himself, throw himself into the most self-destructive habits he has until he’s nothing but a broken shell of the man he used to be. (By that same token, if any of them were ever to abandon or betray him, well... let’s just say I honestly believe Mac would end up suicidal.)

What was the best thing in your character’s life?

There are two best things in Mac’s life, and those two things are Wilt Bozer and Jack Dalton. Those two were there at his two most trying moments in his life, and he met them exactly when he needed them and they helped him through situations he never would’ve survived (at least not in one piece) on his own.

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

There’ve been some pretty crappy things in his life, but finding out his dad wasn’t  coming home ever again on his tenth birthday was probably the crappiest. Losing Peña comes in at a pretty close second, but nothing has ever been as bad as that day. Mac remembers feeling numb, asking himself over and over again why his dad would leave him, and over and over again the answer his brain would tell him was “because you weren’t smart enough, Angus.” For Mac, there’s nothing worse than that day.

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Mac remembers the smell that used to fill the kitchen when his mom made her favorite apple pie (warm apples and sweet cinnamon sugar). He remembers the shirt he was wearing the day his dad left (blue and white short-sleeve polo with the buttons done all the way up. he did them himself). He remembers the conversation the lady in the grocery store was having with her daughter, the first time he went shopping for himself (No, Sammy, you cannot have an entire bag of marshmallows all for yourself!). He remembers the song Jack sang the first time they rode in a Humvee together (a really horribly off-key rendition of Whitesnake’s Here I Go Again).

Does your character work so that they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

It’s a little bit of both and neither, really. Mac’s work pretty much consists of all his hobbies, but there are certain projects he takes on when he’s home just for fun. Sometimes a mission will give him an idea, and he’ll test that idea at home, or in the Phoenix labs. He learned very early on that some things were better done in a safer environment than your kitchen. (The last time he tried to experiment in the kitchen, he melted half the countertop and exploded a soap dispenser.)

What is your character reluctant to tell people?

Mac is always reluctant to tell people just how much they mean to him. In his mind, admitting you need someone just makes the abandonment that much worse when they eventually walk away. He’s also always reluctant to tell people that he doesn’t know something. James instilled in him the need to always know the answer, and even now, 17 years on his own, he still feels like he’s going to be yelled at for now knowing something. (Jack has helped, a lot. Bozer too. But having someone in a position of authority and seniority be amazed at even the simplest things you know really helps alleviate the feeling that you need to know everything in order to be treated right.)

How does your character feel about sex?

now this is where I really disagree with the show Mac doesn’t view sex casually. As someone who doesn’t let people in easily, intimacy for him is reserved for people he really, truly, connects with. Nikki was one of the few girlfriends in his life he felt comfortable enough with to have that type of relationship with, but he always knew she was much more focused on that part of their relationship than he was. Mac isn’t someone who just throws that around with people for kicks, he feels it’s something almost sacred between two people who love each other. (fyi yes I was very upset with the way they portrayed nikki’s and his relationship in the first ep, and very very upset with the implications of his relationship with Aly in s2)

How many friends does your character have?

Mac’s the type of person who would be friends with the barista who makes his coffee every morning. He knows the name of every tech worker he’s ever crossed paths with at the Phoenix. On the surface meaning of the word, Mac has an endless amount of friends. In a deeper sense of the word, there’s Frankie, and Penny, and Carlos, and Charlie, and Sam, too. But actual friends, true friends that know almost everything there is to know about him? There’s just Jack, Bozer, and Riley. (Matty is slowly inching her way into that circle, and if Jill was still alive, she would’ve been on that list too.)

How many friends does your character want?

Mac isn’t the type to let a lot of people into his life, and for the longest time his only close friend was Bozer. He’s never been one to want more than that, Bozer and Penny were always enough. He’s always happy to add more friends to his little circle of family, but he’s content with however many he has. (If he never makes another friend in his life, he’s perfectly happy with that.)

What would your character make a scene in public about?

If it’s for his own sake, Mac would hardly make a scene for any reason. But when it comes to his friends or some innocent party, Mac won’t hesitate to make a scene if he thinks he can help in some way. If he thinks someone is in danger, he’ll make a scene in any way he can to bring the attention to himself, anything to take the focus off someone else. And he’s never really thought about why, but he’s been known to make a scene when a child is being unfairly yelled at by their parents, or an authority figure. (Jack always has a sad, soft smile on his face whenever Mac looks at him after, and he never really understands why.)

What would your character give their life for?

Mac has several self-destructive qualities, and he had a penchant for often thinking of himself as the expendable one. Because of that, Mac is always willing to give his life for almost anyone, even the guys he usually tries to stop. He hates the thought of anyone getting hurt unnecessarily, and he’d almost always rather it be him than them. (It’s given Jack quite a few headaches over the years. He tries to think of himself as irreplaceable, but he can’t help it when he sees someone else in danger. It’s like a default setting in his brain.)

What are your character’s major flaws?

Mac has a tendency to come across a bit arrogant without meaning to. He can go off on his scientific rants and correct people without thinking and it doesn’t always work out well. He also has a tendency to assume that he’s the smartest person in the room, and again that doesn’t always work out so well for him. But one of his biggest flaws is his inability to trust people. Because of this, he often thinks that his way is best, that he’s better off if he does it himself, and sometimes that can be deadly for people. He has problems letting other people help, even when he knows deep down that he can’t do it on his own.

What does your character pretend or try to care about?

Mac only pretends to care about something if it’s not someone he particularly likes. He’ll fake a smile, nod a couple times, but usually, his mind’s a mile away working on some project he’s working on in the lab. But if it’s someone he cares about, he never pretends. He tries to care about things his friends do, even if they have no interest for him whatsoever. He doesn’t always have an interest in the music Jack likes, or the food Bozer cooks, or the computer code Riley’s writing. But he makes it a point to try, for their sake. (Jack knows he doesn’t care about classic rock that much, but he appreciates that he tries. Bozer knows he doesn’t care about the exact blend of spices he’s putting in their burgers, but he tries, and that’s all Bozer cares about. Riley knows that Mac can hardly follow the code she’s writing, but he still sits and listens and tries to ask questions he knows she wants to answer, and for her that’s enough.)

How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

Mac tries to project an air of toughness and un-attachment, afraid to let people know how much things hurt, or how much he actually cares. But the key world there is ‘tries’. Everyone who’s spent longer than two seconds with him knows that he’s nothing but a giant puppy. Sure, he’s tough, and he keeps his emotions in check, but he can’t help the way his eyes and body language speak volumes. Jack can take one look into his eyes and see just how much he’s hurting. Bozer can see the way he shifts his weight and knows he’s in pain. Riley can see his smile and read the depths of his affection for the people around him. To the world, Mac is gentle, kind, smart, and genuine.

What is your character afraid of?

He’s deathly afraid of heights, so much so that he sometimes loses every piece of useful information he’s ever known until he’s back at a reasonable height. There have only been a handful of times anyone’s ever seen him completely panic, and the majority of those times involve heights. He’s also afraid of abandonment, whether by choice or just by chance. He’s constantly terrified he’s going to lose anyone he’s ever close to. He knows Jack would never walk out on him, not for any reason he can help, yet he’s constantly terrified that one day he’s going to wake up and find out that Jack is gone. He’s terrified he’s going to come home one day and find every one of Bozer’s possessions absent from the house. And for the longest time, was scared he was never going to know why his dad actually left. (Until the day he did find out, and now he’s terrified that the man he spent most his life trying to find is now going to end up being a permanent resident in his life.)

What is something most people in your setting do that your character thinks is dumb?

Honestly, Mac thinks social media is dumb. Sure, he gets the appeal and idea of Facebook, of being able to keep up to date with certain friends you don’t see as often as you wish you could. But things like Twitter and Instagram? He doesn’t get it. Instagram to him is just a bunch of people trying to prove they have a better life than they do. Twitter is just people begging for attention, from anyone who’s willing to listen. He gets it a little on a casual level, but the fact that there are people who are actually famous on Instagram just makes zero sense to him. (He does enjoy reddit, though. He’s constantly getting into discussions about scientific formulas and ideas and better ways to do things, posting project successes and failures and advising other users on certain procedures. He’d never breath a word of it to anyone. He has no idea that Riley found it somehow, and spends some of her lazy nights laughing hysterically at his projects and discussions.)

Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale?

Fairly in the middle, leaning a bit more towards polite than rude. He never means it, but to people who don’t know him he can come across like an arrogant know-it-all. He also has a sarcastic streak bigger than Texas, and he’s hard-pressed to keep it at bay, especially when he’s around Jack. He sometimes has an issue with authority, as well, and it’s gotten him into quite a bit of trouble. But he’s unfailingly polite when he deems it necessary, and he’s always the first to offer a smile and kind word to people he passes in his daily life. But if he doesn’t like someone, he errs just a bit more on the rude side. (There’s was a fellow eod tech in the sandbox that Mac didn’t particularly like. He wasn’t exactly a jerk, but he was a tad pretentious and haughty and Mac didn’t even bother keeping his sarcasm in check when it came to him. Every other person in their unit thought Mac was an angel except for that tech. He didn’t understand how people thought Mac was nice.)

[mad-madam-m]

A Fruit-ful Day

I said months ago that I had a hankering to write a fluffy fic with Keith and Shiro picking fruit and making jam, and then @aredblush doodled bribery. Then season 7 happened and other Things and anyway I finally got around to writing it just in time to celebrate fall.

And yes, this is based on my not!fic from this ask.

"Here." Keith picked the apple out of the tree and tossed it into Shiro's waiting bucket. "I think that's the last one for today."

Shiro eyed the tree, and then shifted his bucket to his left arm so he could send his right one up to grab two more apples just above Keith's head.

Keith made a face and hopped off the ladder to land lightly on the ground. "Show off."

Shiro grinned. "Takes one to know one, huh?"

Keith gave him a cocky smile and picked up the basket of strawberries and blackberries sitting beside the ladder. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Shiro laughed and bumped Keith's shoulder, then started back toward the house. It was a warm day, but the morning had held just enough chill to remind him that fall was on the way. This was probably the last harvest he'd get from the strawberries and blackberries for the year, but he'd have a few more weeks of apples.

After everything—after they'd broken the Galra's hold on the universe and started with the slow, agonizing process of building a peaceful coalition—Shiro had bought this house with its land on a whim, after both Sam Holt and Dr. Edwards, the therapist Sam, Keith, and Krolia had badgered him into seeing for his PTSD, had suggested he find a hobby outside of work. Gardening had sounded about as far from flying and space travel as he could get. Not that he didn't still love his job; he did, but Shiro desperately needed something in his life with lower stakes. Nobody died if his strawberries didn't bloom.

It had turned out to be exactly what he needed. Gardening steadied him, calmed him, helped him reconnect with the world. The cycle of planting and growing things didn't deviate much throughout the year, and Shiro had found he could easily spend an entire weekend with his hands in the dirt, pulling out weeds and pruning his plants. It was good to help things grow, coaxing them out of the ground, after spending so much time dealing death.

His second year with the garden, Keith had asked if he could use some of Shiro's fruit to make jam. Of course Shiro had said yes; he'd chosen to plant fruits and vegetables with the intention of sharing them with his friends. That mostly meant putting strawberries and blackberries into little pint boxes and shoving them off on an absolutely delighted Hunk, who returned the favor by making Shiro all the blackberry cobbler he could eat.

But with Keith, that meant him showing up first thing in the morning to help Shiro in the garden, weeding and harvesting whatever was ready to be harvested. Shiro had tried telling him he didn't have to, but Keith insisted; if he was going to be using the fruit for jam, he should help take care of it.

Shiro didn't mind. It meant they spent a lot of time together where they were both sweaty and tired and covered in dirt, but happy and relaxed, and sometimes Shiro thought this was even more steadying than gardening.

He and Keith hauled their buckets and baskets into the kitchen and then went to wash up, then returned to the kitchen to prep the fruit. Some Keith would take home, some would go to Hunk and Shay, and a good amount would be frozen for later.

Shiro sat down with the strawberries and blackberries to weigh them out, and Keith started peeling the apples they were going to freeze.

"I'm going to try apple butter this year," Keith said.

Shiro raised his eyebrows. "Yeah? Your peach butter was really good."

Keith blushed faintly and smiled. "Thanks. I think I like it a little better than jam."

"Making it or eating it?"

Keith tossed a few apple slices into the bowl in front of him. "Eating it. Making it..." He shrugged. "It's the same."

Keith used jam-making the same way Shiro used gardening. They hadn't ever discussed what it did for him, but from what Shiro could see, it helped.

Shiro gave him a blackberry, and Keith popped it into his mouth.

"Are you going to expand the garden again next year?" Keith asked.

Shiro nodded. "I'm planning on it. I haven't really decided what else to plant, though. What would you like?"

"Raspberries. So I can try the triple berry jam Pidge has been pestering me for."

"All right. I'll look into it."

Keith's eyes widened. "Really? You don't have to. I was joking."

"I wasn't." Shiro rolled his shoulders; they were a little sore from working in the garden all morning. "I like growing things, but I don't use them much. If there's something I can grow that you'll use, I'm happy to do it."

Keith's face softened. "Thank you, Shiro."

It was that face that made Shiro's heart do stupid, acrobatic-related things, and he cleared his throat and went back to separating the strawberries and blackberries. "Of course. No problem."

He had no idea when his feelings for Keith had evolved from friendship to love. Parts of his memory remained muddled, where he wasn't sure what had been him and what had been his clone and what was both of them, or even if any of it mattered. It had taken him ages to understand that regardless of where and when it had started, these feelings were his now and they were true.

Of course, he still hadn't had the courage to talk to Keith about it.

But sitting here, working in companionable silence while Keith frowned over his pile of apples with his long hair tied back and his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, made Shiro's heart ache with how much he wanted this to be his life. How much he wanted to reach over and take Keith's hand and rub his thumb over it and know that Keith would be coming upstairs to go to bed with him tonight, instead of going back home once they'd finished with the fruit.

Just tell him had been Hunk's advice. You're a pining idiot had been Matt's. Pidge had just sung, "Keith and Shiro sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G" until Shiro had physically covered her mouth to keep Keith from overhearing.

There was a reason Hunk got the most fruit every year.

Shiro put aside the pints he was delivering to Hunk and started hulling the strawberries to freeze.

"I'll probably try making the apple butter today," Keith said.

Shiro tossed aside the tops of the strawberries he'd cut off. "Yeah? Need a guinea pig?"

Keith's eyes lit up. "I'd love one. Want to come over tomorrow and taste-test? I've got some of Hunk's bread."

"That sounds amazing," Shiro said with feeling. "I'll bring lunch. Or dinner?"

"Dinner would be great."

Shiro's heart did a little flip, and he had to consciously remind himself to calm down. "Great," he echoed. "I'll be there with bells on. Or, you know, with pizza."

"I'd prefer the pizza," Keith said, "but as long as you're there, I'll be happy."

"Same. Even though you'll...obviously be there. Since it's your house."

Keith threw back his head and laughed, and he was so damned beautiful that Shiro stood up from his chair just enough to lean over the table and kiss him.

Which, he realized most of the way through the motion, was a very bad idea.

Of course, by the time he realized it to stop himself, his lips were already on Keith's.

Shiro pulled back, his face as hot as the surface of the sun. "Uh..."

He searched for an explanation, even though he wasn't sure what that would be. However, half his brain was too busy cataloging the exact shade of purple of Keith's eyes and how long his eyelashes were to give him anything articulate, and the other half was too busy panicking.

"Oh thank God," Keith said, and cupped the back of Shiro's neck to pull him in.

This wasn't a brush of the lips; this was a kiss, the kind that took Shiro's breath away and made him feel like he was flying once again, breaking free of the atmosphere to touch the stars. But it wasn't the stars; it was Keith, who tasted like blackberries and who pulled Shiro closer like he wanted to know all of him, like he'd been starving for this the same way Shiro had.

The only reason Shiro pulled back was because he needed to breathe. Even so, it took a few dazed, shaky breaths before he was even close to steady again.

"Was that...okay?" Keith asked uncertainly.

Shiro nodded. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

A long, long time, if he was being honest, but they could discuss that later.

The uncertainty faded from Keith's face, replaced with a brilliant smile. "You have?"

Shiro touched his face, resting his hand over the scar that arced down to Keith's jaw. "Yeah."

Keith covered Shiro's hand with his, his violet eyes luminous. "Me, too."

"So," Shiro stroked his thumb over Keith's cheek, "does that make tomorrow a date?" 

"If you want it to be," Keith whispered.

Shiro's heart tripped over itself trying to find its rhythm again. "Or...I could come over tonight? Help you make apple butter and jam?"

Keith pressed his lips together like he was smothering a laugh. "We'll probably burn it."

"Hey, I'm not that bad of a cook."

Keith shook his head. "I meant I'll be paying more attention to you than the jam."

"Oh," Shiro said. "So—"

"Be there at six tonight," Keith cut in. "And don't forget the pizza."

Shiro's smile threatened to crack his face. "I'll see you then."

(They did not burn the apple butter. They did, however, burn the first batch of blackberry jam. Shiro was only a little sorry, and even less sorry when Keith gave him a jar of the burned jam with the label "First Date.")

[myselftimes3]

John is a wreck after Mary dies. He knows something isn’t quite right with the way Sam’s nursery burst out in flames, the way Mary was stuck to the ceiling. So he starts researching and as soon as he finds out about the unnatural, the things that go bump in the night, he knows he won’t ever be able to turn his back on this problem. But he also knows that he has two small boys to take care of and that he can’t do that and hunt monsters at the same time. So he says a prayer up to his wife in heaven, picks Dean up, limp and relaxed with sleep at five in the morning and doesn’t look back at the little bundle on the bed as he leaves the motel room and puts the car in drive, his older son in the backseat. The cleaner would find little Sam later, swaddled in a thin motel throw blanket, a box of formula, a couple of diapers and a slip of paper with his name and date of birth next to him. She would call the police and the officers would take Sam back with them, go through various paperwork with a social worker and finally transfer him to an orphanage. By then, John is already too far away to be found.

By the time the police can nail him down, now loaded with charges of break-in, trespassing and car theft, uniting Sam with his father is unthinkable. Instead, they sit him down in the interrogation room and ask him about Dean.

“He must be six now. Where is he?” John just smiles.

“What did you do to Dean, John?” At this point, they’re mostly prepared for anything. But John has an explanation.

“I left him with someone I trust. Someone who can take better care of him than I can. I haven’t seen him in months.” He won’t tell them who it is he left his son with, just that he’s safe and sound. The police have no choice but to believe him. When they come back to the room after the briefing, John Winchester is gone.

Meanwhile, Dean Winchester grows up in between the convent of Pastor Jim and Bobby Singer’s house. He’s a bright kid who’s seen some bad things, and both men are determined to let him grow up a normal boy. He goes to school with other kids in the convent and spends holidays and vacations at Bobby’s house, fixing cars and organizing weird, old books. He doesn’t find out the truth about the supernatural until he’s thirteen and Pastor Jim and Bobby sit him down and explain their work to him. He’s wide-eyed and shocked, but he believes them and he wants to help. They tell him the rules he will have to play by; he can’t go on hunts until he is old enough, knowledgeable and trained sufficiently. But he can help Bobby with research for other hunters and learn about all the things he needs to know like that. He’s allowed to train with him and other hunters that come through, learns to shoot a gun and recite Latin and how to kill what monster. He learns how to make an EMF meter out of scraps and knows pretty much the whole Bible and a bunch of historical texts by heart. He goes on his first hunt with Bobby when he’s eighteen and gives advice to passing hunters even before that. He’s a hunter, but he has a home base and he had a childhood and he has a family.

Sam is adopted only months after he comes to the orphanage. George and Amelia Wesson can’t have children of their own and love Sam with everything they have. He’s such a smart boy that they provide him with every challenge he needs and soon he’s skipping grades and graduating high school at fifteen. He learns Latin and Hebrew for fun and has occult hobbies that his parents don’t understand but support because they’re not hurting anyone and he’s stayed in the chess club at his father’s request, so they can’t really forbid it. He’s also an active kid, plays soccer and basketball and does track and swimming. He’s sixteen and in his first year of his pre-law course at Stanford (for which his parents relocated the family to California and he couldn’t be more grateful for them) when he starts experimenting with spells. First he does meditation to help him focus, then he tries incantations and soon he’s lighting candles and building altars and burning sage and collecting crystals and drawing pentagrams and before he knows it he’s a full-blown witch and makes casting circles in his room at night to keep the bad energy away and maybe persuade fate to help him with his psychology test scores.

He is eighteen when Dean Winchester stands in front of him, pretending to be a Federal Marshal investigating a murder case, but Sam knows who he is, because Sam knows scrying and he is nosy as all fuck, so of course he tried to find out why his birth family ditched him and who they were and all he got was a picture of green eyes and freckles, the feeling of soft hair and leather under his fingers and the name Dean whispered in his own voice. Too bad Dean wants to gank him because he thinks Sam’s harmless little protection spells caused a double-death in the neighbourhood.

It honestly doesn’t take long to convince him otherwise and Sam wants to tell him what he knows, wants to tell him what they are, but his gut tells him to leave it and if Sam learned one thing in his career as a witch it is that he should always trust his intuition. So Dean leaves town without so much as goodbye and Sam would be devastated if he wasn’t so damn sure that he would come back sooner rather than later. Two months later, Dean is back and this time, the hunt he tells Sam about as a cover sounds fake, but okay.

When Sam Wesson is nineteen years old, he kisses Dean Winchester on the hood of a ’67 Impala under a sky so starry it lights up the night. He doesn’t think about the fact that even though Dean doesn’t know they are brothers, they still are. He doesn’t think about the fact that he’s risking their entire relationship should this not be what Dean wants. Or should he ever find out.

When he graduates one year later, he stays long enough to load his bag into the Impala, say goodbye to his parents and do a last cleansing sweep through his room. Then he gets into the car, steals a kiss from his older brother and doesn’t look back.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Thank you for all the work you do! Could I get a match-up for bleach, naruto, and supernatural? I am an asexual female. (Either male/female/other characters will work.) My hobbies include puzzles, games, and personality indicators (zodiac,MBTI,etc.). My interests are symbolism, reading, and scary things. I like animals, anime, and relaxing. I dislike being stressed, having to be social, and ignorance. I look for someone who'd love me for me, helps battle my mental illnesses, and understands me.

Bleach - Urahara

- Urahara is like a puzzle all on his own. Even as his s/o, you never quite know what he’s thinking or what his motives are. Every time you think you know him, something he does or says surprises you. He knows this and sometimes its a game to him - how big of a reaction can he get out of you by doing or saying this thing? He also doesn’t fit into any one personality type, which is interesting. I think he’d keep you entertaining without ever really having to put much effort into it.

- He does a lot of research and has a fair few ‘secret’ projects that he works on when he’s not working the shop, and I think he’d sometimes recruit you as the researcher, though in actuality he’s just too lazy to do it himself. He asks for your opinions often and really values them. As far as scary things go, sometimes he’d make you jump or find a really scary film that’s been banned in several countries but he managed to get his hands on anyway.

- Urahara is quite lazy and tends to store his energy for when it really counts, so when you’re watching anime and chilling, you can bet that he’s somewhere in the room, one arm slung carelessly over his eyes and the other resting on his stomach, light snores escaping his mouth. He’s not actually sleeping, just dozing. It’s his way of spending time with you.

- He’s very open minded and tends to just go with the flow with most things, so after a little bit of research and asking you a few questions, he’ll figure out how best to be there for you and will generally do what you ask him to when you’re not at your best and just need comfort. He loves you, though he doesn’t always show it in the ways you’d expect.

N - Naruto

- Your intellect often leaves Naruto feeling impressed and he’d definitely be the type to want to take every single personality test out there and compare his results to yours. He’d ask you question after question about the things you know and love and would be very eager to get to know you through your hobbies.

- He’d probably ask you for help on a lot of his assignments. He doesn’t get much help or attention in class so he kind of relies on you to help him. Naruto is always sure to pay you back though, be that through affection or through watching films with you even if he doesn’t like them. Helping him almost helps you, too, for you have to study enough to be able to help him.

- Naruto loves relaxing with you and doing what you want to do. He’s pretty chilled out and is content to do whatever. He often falls asleep during films though, even if it’s fast paced and he wants to know what happened the next morning. If you don’t want to be social, you don’t have to be. He’d rather you be comfortable in your surroundings.

- He’s very perceptive and sees things that most people don’t, so he’d know almost instinctively when you’re not feeling great and would ask you what he can do to help.After a few times of this, he no longer has to ask and has just does what he know will work. He loves you for you and needs you to know that.

SPN - Sam 

- Sam’s life is definitely varied and very interesting. Each day is vastly different from the last, and if you’re a hunter like he is, then each case is different, too. You never quite know what youre up against, though with Sam there’s the stability of knowing someone almost completely. He’d want to take some personality tests with you, thoough he’s sceptical as to how people can be categorised into neat little boxes.

- Your interests are essentially the life of a hunter. Reading, researching, travelling, encountering scary things taken straight from your childhood nightmares and even those you’d never be able to think up, so there’s something to intrigue you each and ever day. Sam loves to watch you when you’re in your element, and often thinks that he’s dreaming, he’s just too damn lucky to have found you.

- After a case, there’s nothing he loves more than relaxing with you, his arm tight around you. He just wants cuddles, or even to have a hand on your arm if you’re not too fond of touch. Just somehing to ground him and remind himsef that you’re alive and well. He’ll watch anime with you when you’re not on a case or busy doing other stuff, and helps you to wind down when your stress levels build up beyond what you can tolerate.

- Sam would always, always be there for you, no matter what. He would know what to say or do to bring you back to yourself, and if it doesn’t work then he’ll be by your side to simply wait it out. He’d never, ever, leave you, you’re one of the few good things in this life. He’s patient and understanding and just full of so much love it’s almost overwhelming.