#dropped out. GED + did college for a short time.

[intercomkris]

🚬i hate you so much sometimes i wish you'd die...

Marcato Scott-Tanaka. age: 27-early 30s ish gender: cis male nationality: american ethnicity: haitian, japanese occupation: drug dealer

[verdemoun]

Reading your timewarp AU helped me get through my college transfer student orientation so now I have a timewarp question:

How much of an education do the gang try to get? Like of course Lenny went to school and had the time of his life, but what about the others,, who’s studying for a GED and who’s surviving off of YouTube tutorials?

honored hope you enjoyed the brainworms also congrats on college!!

not american but will attempt to answer with vague understanding of american education system

jack went for his GED with the bare minimum of studying but aced it he's still a nerdy little bookworm under all that angst. goes onto university just like his parents always wanted. it is definitely not an excuse to spend more time with isaac and his little gang of anarchists. well maybe it was a little but he can't help doing well at university he loves literature and being surrounded by people who want to talk about books at the same level as him actually being challenged he's ascending

abigail my queen studying hard she's getting the chance to be an educated woman and she's taking it. it does not come naturally to her at all and is very overwhelming and frustrating but she wants to be able to help her daughter with homework and also trying to learn how to learn

arthur's interests change too often to actually study anything long-term but he got his GED, enrolled in a college course, got bored, dropped out and now just bounces around those 1-3 day micro qualifications and short courses. has a binder of random certificates there are too many to frame them all as much as hosea would like to. will watch youtube tutorials as he's doing a thing

john got into an adult apprenticeship in carpentry based on a very faked resume as recognition of prior learning. googles all the answers has not learned a single thing

charles also had to get some qualification to work in construction but much more bare minimum like OSHA or safety card to be allowed on construction sites (not entirely sure if that's a thing in america but go with it). this did lead to the hell week of arthur and charles both trying to study for different exams and drinking way too much while studying and going to their tests hungover.

jenny got her GED easy she is easily as smart as lenny just less passionate about education. she would much rather work and get paid opposed to nerd husband chronically in student loan debt

sean will always find a youtube tutorial meanwhile karen has a 'how hard can it be' approach and has broken many, many things. jenny and lenny are the only reason they are still alive my fav poly quartet

dutch loves studying online but is far too argumentative to actually enrol in any formal course he does not tolerate being challenged and will escalate to violence over any criticism of Evelyn Miller

hosea is constantly going to work with bessie (womens history professor at generic university) because he hates being away from his wife and is passively learning from sitting in on random lectures when he is bored

bill attempts to study for the GED but is yet to actually sit it because he gets too frustrated and angry studying but he'll get there eventually

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

The Nevada cousins

Arcee × June tfp + rescue bots

When Optimus first announced that the Burns' Nevada cousins would be staying with them for a few days, everyone was a bit confused.

First of all, the Burns family didn't have any family in that side of the United States.

Second of all, that was accompanied alongside a crash course in advanced holoform tech, along with a vague HR 'don't be a bigot' speech.

Of course, this got even more complicated when a shipment of both natural and safe, edible supply of synthetic energon showed up ahead of time.

As expected, a big RV with a custom toy hauler pulled into the firehouse driveway.

A woman that introduced herself as June and her son Jack, who was Dani's age.

She opened up the toy hauler, revealing a short navy and baby pink femme sitting against the trailer wall, cleaning one of two detached arm blades with a rag.

"We're here?" She said. "I'm Arcee. This is my wife June and her son Jack. I am guessing that you weren't expecting a army vet and her brat and wife?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kade said, putting his hands up. "How did you -"

Arcee smirked. "Have a son and scored a very pretty wife? Well, I met Jack first, slept in his garage when not on duty for a year, and change after my partner died in the line of duty, she grounded Jack for sneaking out. I couldn't sit on my ass for a mon-"

"Arcee, language. Cody might be fifteen, but I still expect you to watch yourself. Just because you can walk around town freely doesn't mean you don't need to be on your best behavior." Charlie said, laying down the law right then and there. Optimus had already warned him that because Jack was already sixteen and used foul language when she met her, she had a really warped perception of what was appropriate for kids.

Raf really didn't count, considering that he was a high school junior at twelve but struggled with age regression as a way of coping with both the war and being the second youngest child of six siblings between the ages of twenty-six and five. Being smothered with attention by five giant robots who were more than happy to let him talk about and enjoy anything that interests him was great for him. It wasn't uncommon during team prime's time in Jasper for the bots to come back to Ratchet and Raf talking about the theoretical physics of the ground bridge while PBS kids ran reruns of the Cat in the Hat TV show played in the background.

Currently, Raf was working with NEST's R&D department researching uses for cybertronian tech in medical fields while sabotaging the weapons department in his spare time, along with finishing his last year in college at Harvard. Optimus paid for his degree, encouraging him to take his time and take whatever classes caught his eye. It took six years of part-time enrollment before Raf was satisfied that he had sat in on every class that interested him and audited a few more. Optimus was overjoyed, the archivist in him excited by the idea of sponsoring him. More than a few of Raf's classmates that he befriended or helped him have an age appropriate life outside of classes and work got their tuition covered or secured sought-after internships as an anonymous gesture of thanks.

Miko scored a job as a moderately successful rock band's backup guitarist. Optimus didn't have a hand in that stroke of luck. He just wired her some money to keep herself afloat after she dropped out of school, went back to Japan, got her GED equivalent, and applied for a long-term tourist visa. This, of course, was granted the minute it entered government servers. The US government was not going to say no to Optimus, even if it was very concerning how little their firewalls worked.

"Well then, here's the big thing. Do you have a guest room , an air mattress, or even a nice couch? Arcee hasn't looked up from my mom's backside in ten minutes, and I am not going to be banished to the toy hauler for the fifth time this week, Arcee."

In her credit, the motorcycle did look slightly cowed. For all of ten seconds, then she couldn't stop a sly smile on her face as she grinned at Heatwave. "Yeah, Jack should probably crash on the couch. Wheeljack improving the holoforms to have realistic temperature mimicry and a working fuel converter was the last time Jack knew peace."

"Whelp. It's official. Blades, I know what to get you for your birthday." Cody said. "Arcee, if I know the bots, you probably have backups for your backups of the holoform tech."

"Oh? Who's the lucky warm body?" Arcee said. Heatwave looked appalled, and Arcee rolled her eyes. "Hey, it's better then calling them 'the humans' or squishies."

"None, Blades is taken by the rest of his team, and he and Dani are platonically dating at, and I am using the most rom-com logic here, best. Good friends is more like it, but he and her did switch bodies a couple years back. He does, however, LOVE human food and spends hours teaching himself to cook with his current holoform. Every so often, you can hear him in the kitchen at weird hours of the night. If you see a black haired, vaguely Hispanic boy around, that's him."

Blades was very uncomfortable having his relationship status brought into the open. "Heeey." He whined. "How did you know?"

"Blades, we have all seen all four of you grab each other's hips in passing when you thought none of us were looking. Also, I know that none of you naturally have anything there, but I find it hilarious that that's romantic in both our species." Cody smirked, and ran upstairs before his dad could react.

Charlie sighed. "Thank whatever being is watching out for us that he and Frankie are besties, and she's aroace. Kade was bad enough at his age." He rubbed his nose. "At least Graham was a social nobody with all his friends being online and the type to reach out to me on their own after I sat in on their calls a few times. Dani was constantly in and out of a phase or two. Arcee, how was Jack when he was in school?"

"Social outcast. Mostly, he took care of an underclassmen who skipped a lot of grades. They got pushed around a lot. He dragged me into a street race once. That was fun, and I didn't get in trouble for it at all because he took the blame, so." Arcee shrugged. "Good kid, with a very cute mom." Arcee winked at June after that comment before noticing the loads of energon. "Oh great, my thanks - for - not - dying reward. I will get the subspace panel ready in a minute."

She and Heatwave loaded up the energon, the crates disappearing into the floor of the toy hauler.

"Now that the work is done. June, want to get dressed? I might have gotten us a reservation at a nice little place downtown."

June gave her wife a giddy smile. Being with Arcee felt like being in the honeymoon period of her time with Jack's father, with the added joy of knowing that this would last. They had jumped all the hurdles that had come before them without a single hard boundary being crossed. Plus, she was kinda excited to get everyone's reaction to Arcee's favorite dress. And all the accessories, of course. She changed and changed her makeup a little bit. Outside, Arcee pressed a button, and her holoform was wearing a red knee-length dress with matching garters just barely peaking out underneath the structured skirt. A sweetheart neckline showed off a surprisingly dainty fine line tattoo on her clavicle of a red bull horn, a pair of navy blue blasters, a tiny teal datapad, a teal, hot pink, and navy wedding rings tied together with a red ribbon, and a black stethoscope all nestled together, with plenty of room to add more.

"What's the story behind those tattoos?" Dani asked. "Or did they just look cool?"

"No, they are all dedicated to both romantic and platonic partners that I have lost or don't have as much time as I would like with."

"Oh? Would you mind giving a little more detail? I assume the stethoscope is for June, but the wedding rings?"

"I was going to get married to a couple that I loved dearly."

"Oh? It was polyamorous, I assume?" Charlie said, fully unphased to cultural differences between him and the bots by now. As long as everyone consents, he wasn't gonna get involved.

"Yep. I was the late one to the relationship, the one that couldn't make up her damn mind before they just about yelled at me to just join them already. Unfortunately, the war broke out, and the two of them were stationed in different places. I was with one, the wedding band, without the jewel, but it was nowhere near the same. I fell in love with the both of them, not one at a time. The chemistry wasn't the same, and we just broke it off. She ended up dying in the line of duty anyway just a few weeks later, so ... yeah. The bull's horn is a memorial tattoo for a good friend, and the two blasters are for my late husband. The datapad is specifically for the mech in the poly relationship, and I haven't yet found just the right thing for my late fiancee or Jack. I got the stethoscope a little after I almost lost June to a Decepticon attack. Honestly, I might just get the outline of my own handlebars for Jack. It's a little cheeky depending on what circles your in, but hey, all my tattoos are on my boobs, so that ship has already sailed."

"Honestly, fair. If I didn't already have to deal with creeps in my work gear, I would have my heart scars tattooed." Dani said.

"What would you even put there, a butterfly?" Kade teased, taking a sip of his coffee.

"A zipper." Dani deadpanned.

Kade spat out his coffee. "Dani, your EMT humor scares me some days."

"That's my job." Dani said, still mulling over that tattoo. It would work so well too, she had a little port scar next to it that could be a zipper pull...

"I'm ready!" June said, walking out of the trailer in her low heels. Her dress was a gorgeous off the shoulder ruby red dress. It was just long enough to not be a cocktail dress, the curves leaving nothing to the imagination. The high necked lace dress layered underneath made it a bit more grown up, both by covering more up and teasing just a little bit. The lace dress had a bit of a flare at the bottom, complementing Arcee's more structured dress. And by the purr coming from Arcee's engine, Jack was right to kick himself out, and the bots were very happy that the RV was going to be parked a little down the street so the driveway remained unblocked. June hopped on the back of Arcee, and with a helmet shoved over June's head, they were off.

The dinner went as well as expected. Arcee shocked absolutely no one when she had her holoform carry June into the RV, the motorcycle driving in after them and the doors locking with a loud chirp.

Jack rolled his eyes at the whole scene and went back to playing video games with Cody and Kade.

The next morning, Arcee's very smug holoform threw in an extra load of laundry. She had helped June get comfortable with a heat pack on her hips and a pint of chocolate ice cream before coming inside, June grumbling about feeling her age between spoonfuls.

Jack knocked on the RV door, and after June confirmed that he wouldn't need eye bleach, he joined his mom in the living room.

"You know that Arcee is going to take Dani to get the space between her boobs tattooed, right?"

June gave Jack a look. "Arcee might have been a part of open relationships in the past, but she understands that ours is closed. Period. Plus, Dani is wayyyy out of her age range. She doesn't like young women."

And, like June said, there was absolutely no funny business between Arcee and Dani. No, seriously, Dani wore a black adjustable bra with a front closure and a grubby work shirt, grabbing an old hoodie in case she couldn't wear the bra comfortably.

Seriously, it's getting a tattoo 102. Plan what you're wearing around the area getting tattooed. 101 is good shops let you watch them disinfect and sterilize without you asking. No really, please for the love of God, that should be a given. If they are hiding that shit, just leave.

Dani took the next day off because oh boy, did she chose a fun spot to get her first tattoo. Arcee wasn't kidding when she said it felt like a bad sunburn.

It was a pretty hilarious tattoo though.

The Darbys stayed another couple of days before moving out. It felt weird to stay in a place like that after being robots in disguise for so long. Besides, state parks with motorcross paths are the best.

[certifiedbitch777]

The Concept of Intention

Entry Date: 2/12/2024 2:52pm

Today is Monday, and I'm supposed to be working right now, but everything in my body was fighting me from doing so. I did what I thought was best and called out, and god, am I glad.

I hate my job. I hate corporate culture, but I'm stuck here since this is the only thing that allows me to pay my bills. I would love to just write for a living. I don't care if it's to be an author, creative writer for a magazine, songwriter, or poet - I want any and all of it. It brings me peace.

These past days of trying to break bad habits and being consistent have made me deeply introspect. All I've been pondering is my purpose and what I want my life to look like, and I just end up back in the same spot. 

I want the freedom to express myself. I want the ability to carve out my own daily schedule and to follow the beat of my own drum. I want to be authentic. I want to be happy.

I just want to be happy.

In the world that we currently live in, it almost seems as if those in power are doing their best to prevent this from happening, but it's all I crave. I do my best to find joy in the little things, but it's just not in my nature to settle for crumbs when I know I can and deserve much more.

Over the past 5 years, what I wanted to do and be in life has changed dramatically. I honestly feel like I choose and hyper-focus on a vocation every 2 to 3 months. If I'm being honest, in each sprint, whichever career path I chose was never due to my genuine interest in them. It was all due to social, family, and financial expectations and pressure. 

My interest in all things linked to healthcare and technology was due to my family saying that it would be a reliable source of income. 'There will always be jobs for nurses or cybersecurity.' 'It would be a steady flow of income.' Obviously, my studying in those things lasted only a short time. My reason for indulging in it wasn't sustainable.

I also majored in Psychology for about 2 semesters in college. I actually really love the concept of psychology. The complexity of the human psyche completely fascinates. As much as I loved taking classes on it, I eventually dropped out of college due to my school requiring my broke ass to pay out of pocket because I failed 1 class :|. I was devastated, but a part of me always knew I wouldn't stick with it for long since school was never for me despite my academic success in my younger years. For background, I dropped out in 10th grade and got my GED shortly after my 18th birthday without studying :).

Between all of this exploring, I worked in various retail and warehouse jobs. Honestly, I quit those jobs at the drop of a hat because the pay would never match the stress. One thing I did enjoy was the amount of free time I had. The schedule was flexible, and I could get a lot done in a day or week since I sometimes did double shifts to have more days off. As much as the scheduling for the job was compatible with my dream life, the pay and terrible benefits nowhere near offset the latter.

Last but not least, I currently work at a top corporate company. I got in due to an apprenticeship, and they offered me a full-time offer. I will forever be grateful for that, as I was sure I would be fucked as both a high school and college dropout. They've provided me with stability I could only dream of, along with excellent benefits. However, what makes me not willing to settle for this is the lack of work-life balance I have. I work at least 6 days a week and over 12 hours most days. I have no life, happiness, or drive for anything anymore. It's as if I had to sell and exchange my soul for this life. And now I live the life of a corporate zombie with my world being filled with black and white instead of vibrant colors.

Why am I giving all this context of all my different career changes? Because I was never genuinely intentional with each path I explored. As a result, nothing worked out the way I thought it would. 

I've been applying to random jobs with mid to high salaries for over 2 years now, and I've gotten a rejection for every single one. Although that could be a result of how terrible the job market is, the way I view it, it didn't work out for a reason. It wasn't meant for me, and I only applied to them for superficial reasons, not because I was genuinely interested in them.

I want to be more intentional in everything I do in this life. Whether it's the food I eat, how I present myself, my morals and values, or even the line of work I want to pursue. I want to be the best version of me and only me. 

This is why I want to write for a living. It's been a common denominator in my life since I was as young as 5. I've always loved writing. Whether it was storytelling, music, or even something as simple as journaling, I felt aligned with what I was supposed to be doing. Even when I am blogging to absolutely nobody, I feel happy. I feel fulfilled spreading my truth no matter how ugly or beautiful.

The concept of intentional living was spoken about long before my mother was born. I thought I was doing so, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I challenge and hope that anyone who comes across this post begins the journey of self that will lead to a life of fulfillment.

[eddywoww]

For the weird writer questions (I stopped myself from picking One Million I really like these questions)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I was mostly just okay at English growing up. Interestingly enough, the first person to ever tell me I was a good writer was a teacher I didn’t even have 😂

She was this really cool AP teacher. I had surgery when I was in high school and had to relearn how to walk and shit and in that downtime, I had to have tutors. She volunteered to be my English tutor because no one else wanted to. Like, literally. They thought I was satanic and evil and didn’t want to come to my families scary house. Anyway, she was the sweetest (funny enough, she was a minister with a phd) and she read one of my short stories for class and told me I was an incredibly talented writer and I should think about getting into writing more.

I didn’t really listen to her and figured she was just being nice to the (sorry for the slur) small town cripple. I did end up writing a lot of music in the same time period and I got pretty good at lyrics. But I didn’t go to college for English. I ended up dropping out of school and getting a GED. I wrote about my father for my assessment and the instructor cried reading it which was embarrassing. She kept it as a reference for their classes, which I still think is very sweet.

Anyway, I stopped writing after that for a long time. Just got back into it over the last couple of years! But those are some random pivotal moments in my life agsgshkgkfk

[p0rkbun]

About your scream oc (sorry if they are to much)

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

no they're not too much! I love for you to send me as much as you want , it's perfect 🥹 ♡ link for ask game feel free to ask more!!

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

All alexis wants is just to live and have a stable life, she's a overworking college student and intern.

😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

Okay alexis has anxiety issues but she keeps that to herself, she's easily stressed but she tries her hardest to not show it to people.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

I gotta tell ya and it's sad, Alexis is usually excluded from people even if it's her intention or not. She isn't the best to seek out people either. It's sad but she's used to that all of her life, though it did get better when she met Tara.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

For those who don't know, she's roman bridger's biological daughter! And she's Sidney's and Jill's technical niece too. Her biological mother died from after she was born and she was taken in by Gale and Dewey. She's very close with Dewey. She's completely cut off from her bio mother's relatives though, but there's a reason for that 🤫

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

smart, empathetic and kind

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Reserved, doesn't talk about her feelings and indifferent

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

She has a questionable mindset of things, short-tempered and paranoid.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Friends and family, she cherishes them a lot, she would get stabbed and be like "my mom's gonna be terrified" the whole time, not paying attention about herself.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

Her friends are her family, she doesn't really have anyone else anymore execpt Gale and the core four.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Outside

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

Halloween and christmas!

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

She liked learning chemistry and biology, even if she's struggled with them a bit.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Okay this is fun let's start🤭

1/. She changed her last name "riley weathers" to "williams" because she felt like it fitted her more. 2/. She has been through an identity crisis twice, first when she found out she's roman's daughter and secondly which is currently after scream five. 3/. There''s an au i created where alexis doesn't have her sanity intact (not getting into details yet), thus being ghostface and her birth name being Lexi Bridger. There's a lot more to this au than the og plot of alexis and funny thing is i think about this au more lol. (I would like to explain this au but i'm shy 🙈)

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She smokes rarely, it only be when she's at her lowest. She does it frequently in scream 6. She doesn't drink alcohol usually, only does it when at a special occasion.

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Alexis currently is a college student majoring in psychology and is an intern for assistant investigative officer (at the same time). Back in high school, she was student council for two years and a manager for woodsboro football team for awhile until she became a senior.

🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

AB :)

there's more i have to put but i feel like yall would not like to read all of that besides im waiting for you to ask first :3

[nevadaxsaunders]

Introducing....

                                             Nevada Raistlin Saunders

~~~ Overview ~~~

Name: Nevada Raistlin Saunders

Nicknames: Nev, Nevy

Gender: Cismale

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 35

~~~ Physical ~~~

Height: 6′5″

Hair: Brunette

Eyes: Dark Brown

Appearance: Hairline scar that stands out, more so when his head is buzzed. Several tattoos that cover his arms, back and legs. 

~~~ Preferences ~~~

Kinks: Oral, Rimming, Biting, Voyeurism, Light Bondage, 

Anti-Kinks: Age play, Puppy play, Incest, Degradation, 

                                                      BIOGRAPHY

Nevada Saunders was not born in the state of Nevada, nor had he ever been there. Instead, brought in on a cold, bitter winter night in Detroit, Michigan. It was his parents who had been to Sin City, where they first met, just like any other stereotypical love story. His mothers' romance was like any other: two college students on a Winter Break vacation who fell in love at first sight. When Nevada came into the picture, the couple married young just months before the birth of their son. Everything seemed happy-go-lucky; in fact, Nevada’s father was his best friend growing up. They scavenged during camping, hiking, and fishing trips, and this was how the boy found his love for nature. It all seemed blissful until the kid turned eight when he found himself hiding in a corner watching his parents quarrel. Later, his father would show up late for dinner until that one night when he never came home again. After that day, Nevada never heard from his dad back, not even on birthdays or holidays. His whereabouts were utterly unknown.

Once the divorce was final, Nevada and his mom shipped off to California, leaving their home and memories behind. Los Angeles became a new awakening for the single mother. It was a perfect place to settle and start over again with family just a few hours up north. For months, his mom was a mess. She even stopped calling him Nevada but instead called him Nev, and ever since, the nickname stuck. The single mother spent most of her time working several jobs to keep up with all the bills. Summer was over by the time they became comfortable with the city, and school was starting up again. Enrolling the boy in a private school was costlier, but better for his education. With the last few months of school he spent back in Michigan, Nevada was close to getting kicked out after many backlashes and refusals to do homework. She wanted the best for her son, even if it meant an extra expense.

When high school rolled around, Nevada entered public school after private schooling became too expensive for his mom. The boy did great for the first three years, having an average GPA and focusing on his career in music, and learning to play the guitar as a hobby in which he found comfort. His senior year, everything came crashing down. Out of nowhere, Nev’s father started showing up after school, sitting across the street. It was weeks before the stranger finally approached the teen, this left Nev outraged, and wondered how exactly his father had found him and why he had appeared suddenly. The intrusion went Nevada stressed and distracted, and slowly, he started to fall behind in his classes; soon enough was threatened with being kept behind if he didn’t step up. Within a few short months before graduation, he dropped out and promised his mom he would work his way toward earning his GED. As the weeks went by, Nevada never told his mom of the reappearance of his father, worried that she would fall back into her emotional state just as she had started dating again. Not long before his father noticed Nev’s absence from school, he showed up at their front door one day. Infuriated, Nev lashed out, telling the man to disappear from his life and never come back.

Three years later, after balancing several jobs and studying, Nevada earned his GED. Better yet, his mother found love and remarried, moving up north to San Francisco. Nev figured he was better off in LA after feeling he didn’t quite belong with his stepdad and stepsister. Throughout the years, he worked different jobs but finally came to settle at a small cafe and pie shop as well as walking dogs for a nearby animal shelter. At the age of 26, Nevada needed more friends and, on a whim, joined a social website. That was where he met someone dear to him almost two years after joining, but nearly half a year later, things didn’t work out on his part. Along with the split, his mother suffered a miscarriage, making things for him even more stressful. Hours away in Los Angeles, Nevada worried about his mother’s health. Months later, after selling some of his belongings and packing, he moved up to San Francisco.

While there, he put it upon himself to start considering the future after so much time worrying about the welfare of others and not himself. Nevada decided he needed something eye-opening, and that something was called the PCT. After delivering newspapers and walking dogs for the local neighborhood as well as helping his grandmother with housework, Nev had saved up enough to buy all the equipment and necessities for the trip. The trip would take up the whole duration of his summer, precisely 2,659 miles of hiking through deserts, mountains, rough terrains, and unbeatable weather. Starting from the border of Mexico and just beyond the boundary of Canada. After one hundred and thirty-eight days of rediscovering himself, Nev flew back to LA. During his trip, Nevada received from his mom a letter claiming that his birth father had grown ill. In it contained a note was one from his dad, as well as a check for all the years he hadn’t paid child support. The one request his father had was for Nev to visit him, which Nev refused. Just a few days before Nev finished his hike, his dad passed away. Guilt-ridden, Nevada found it wasn't right to spend the check but was convinced otherwise by his mother.

When he arrived back in LA, Nev had enough money saved over the years to find a better apartment than the last. He also picked back up his jobs at the Pie Hole and the animal shelter, but another thing Nev took upon himself was to go to college to become a music teacher. Four years later, the boy graduated with a degree in Music Education.  even used in movies and television shows. He got a job as a Music teacher for an element. One thing he never imagined was falling in love with working with kids. There was something about getting to see the joy on a child’s face when he shared his love and passion for music. Despite, loving his job Nevada still battled with his depression, and no matter how much he tried couldn’t find happiness in Los Angeles.

Flash forward to the current day time, Nevada is thirty-five and decided to take a year or two off from teaching. Instead, trying to focus more on his mental health and wanting to thrive in a new environment. Though his dating life could use a few tweaks here and there, after several that had ghosted him and the last had cheated on him. It came to the point where the man thought-- maybe, it was him doing the wrong. The musician wants to find happiness, whatever that meaning could be but right now, he wanted to get out of Cali and experience something different for a change. That’s where he finds himself at Haus of Perses.

[timemachineyeah]

TIME TO MAKE A FUCKING SIMS HIGH SCHOOL EXPANSION WISHLIST BITHCES I'M LEAVING THE TYPO

okay so EA leaked on themselves that the next DLC is gonna be high school

so fuck it in a bucket I'm gonna type out what my ~dream~ pack (unrealistically) would be because that sounds fun

also because I thought I already did but when I went looking only found a post I made in anticipation of University and it had some stuff, but not everything, SO

Make high school an active career.

This one seems obvious. Why even call the pack "high school" if you can't take your sims to high school. But what should the gameplay be like in high school?

Well, firstly, there should be more than one high school experience. By which I mean there should be more than one school your teens can enroll in, and the option to homeschool or drop out. Add in some cross-compatibility with University where a high school degree is required to attend college (and where your sim can be rejected from one or both universities for having bad grades - and might have to retake their GED from home if you want them to go to college).

Default schools include:

A generic teen movie public school

A prep school with school uniforms

Disciplinary school? Maybe?

But, most importantly, there's a school-building tool that you can access from Manage Worlds that lets you make your own schools (within certain necessary gameplay parameters) - and set the rules for them, including uniforms and education format.

(Bonus if this includes plans for a rollout that lets us make our own lots for careers, like the hospital, science lab, and county jail).

If two teenagers in the same household go to the same school, allow switching between them while at school.

(Include in this an update to allow this with adult active careers because it's super irritating when you have a couple or siblings who both work at the hospital or whatever but you can only play one of them.)

Okay but like what is the actual gameplay when they are at school?

Great fucking question.

If the school has class schedules (this is something that can be altered from the school-building feature. That is where you would set what format the classes take - scheduled or freeform - and what subjects are taught), then the student has to make it to class on time.

These classes would be short, and could maybe be a rabbit hole, like in University. I'd want most the gameplay to focus on the stuff between classes, so rabbit holes would be fine if they were short and we had free time between them. BUT, since we're dreaming. No rabbit holes. Classes are active play.

Active play classes are one subject a day, with different objectives depending on the class. You click their desk (which maybe they can customize using similar mechanics to holiday decorating - you'd want this for lockers also) and click "sit for class" to get to class on time, and then get a series of tasks for class. Things like "find a partner", "start science project", etc. If you finish early, you can use your free time to do homework at school or socialize. You might be asked to "attend lecture", which means staying seated at your desk. During a lecture you can click other desks to pass notes to those students, or wink at them or try to talk without getting caught, click the desk for gameplay options like "raise hand to offer comment", "throw paper airplane at teacher", "make a snarky observation", etc.

Students, of course, have grades in their different subjects and classes based on performance.

Sims have personal lockers, which are also customizable to them. They can find notes in the lockers, drop notes in other people's lockers, tag someone's locker, heart bomb their locker, or set up a prank. They have to go to their locker before each class and click "prepare for [class]" to change into appropriate clothes (gym clothes, lab clothes, artist aprons, etc) before class.

As a shoutout to my brother, they can keep sea monkeys in their locker and run an illegal sea monkey racing ring with snack-based gambling (that goes for most of the year until literally like a month before graduation when a low level administer catches them and then FREAKS OUT and takes them to the main office and is at first really alarmed at the seriousness of the accusations being made but then when he learns the context he laughs so hard he can't breathe and lets them go) (okay this might be too specific, but I do think getting to sneak inappropriate things in the locker would be fun).

Sims can get a reputation, and get associated with certain cliques. Importantly, you don't ask to join a clique or social group, you just end up in one based on what you do and who you talk to. Reputations might include Teacher's Pet, Class Clown, Preppy Kid, Nerd, Jock, etc. There is also a Popularity Level (similar to fame), that works independently of the Label you get. So you could be a really popular Nerd. Or a really unpopular Prep.

(I am fully fine with this game representing high school as a John Hughes movie, even if that is not how actual high school has ever worked. Much in the same way that I am entertained by how well the Police career captures the feeling of a cop show, even if it is nothing like actually policework [ACAB])

These are based on what you do at school, what clubs you join, how your grades are, how well-liked you are, etc. Other students have these, and you can see how the school regards them by hovering over them and looking at the label under their name. Relative reputations can provide certain social benefits / detriments, and unique socialization. For instance you might need really high charisma or mischief to successfully clown on a Popular Kid when you are not a popular kid, otherwise it has a high chance of backfiring. But two nerds might be able to Nerd Out together and gain relationship really fast. Students see how other students treat each other, and can gain or lose relationship points based on what they see, even if they never interact.

So being nice to people in certain cliques might make other people in that clique/label like you, even if you have never talked to them. Or your sim might start to admire another student based on their work in class, etc. This allows for uneven relationships and unrequited crushes. You could play in such a way that half the school has a crush on you.

Clubs become playable with this - including clubs that were already in the game. Now if your sim joins Drama (from Get Famous) or Scouts (from... Parenthood?), those are at school after the schoolday ends, and are playable. Did University add a Soccer club for teens? Whatever, there are also after-school sports to join, though I think we'd be talking a whole new expansion if we really wanted to give them any gameplay beyond practicing. The game adds several optional clubs, and your sim can talk to a teacher or use a bulletin board to Start A Club, which will be some after-school activity. They can choose the requirements and activities.

The school includes a Classroom, Lockers, a Gymnasium, and a Cafeteria. The desks in the classroom spawn different playable objects each day depending on what the subject for that day is (so microscopes / chem labs for science class, books for English class, etc).

When the student is free to go to the Cafeteria, they must "Ask to sit here" at any table where someone is already sitting, and can be rejected based on their relationship, reputation, and mood.

Prom is every Saturday. Or alternatively every Friday evening. Regardless, it happens every week by default, but its frequency can be changed in Manage Worlds. It takes place at the school, either in the Cafeteria or Gym. It is also playable.

Beforehand a sim can ask another sim to "go to prom?". They do NOT need prior romantic relationship to do this, but it increases their change of being accepted. They are basically never going to be rejected if they ask the person they are dating. They can increase their chance of being successful by putting together a grand promposal (at the target's locker, desk, or as an inventory item), but if they are rejected after a promposal they immediately will become mortified and take a huge hit to their reputation.

At Prom, sims can, of course, dance, get drinks, take a prom photo, and do other date things (including places to ~mess around~ being conspicuously available off in the classrooms away from the dance).

You can send your sim to prom as a rabbit hole, and they will come back with an automatically generated prom photo if you do.

At prom you can also Vote For Prom Royalty. You can also nominate yourself and your date, if you think you might be popular enough to win.

Anyway, them's some dreams.

[binunus]

college bf!mj

a/n AH !!!! THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE ASTRO COMEBACK ???? APRIL 5TH ??? WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE LOVES !! i genuinely...do not know if I will be able to survive this month bc of them. 

(also i tried to get this posted on mj’s birthday but I’m so sorry a lot of shit happened and I had a ~bad mental breakdown~ and it’s just been rough out here but that’s a story for another time if any of you lovely beings wanna know hehe)

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KIM MYUNGJUN !!

A LIVING REINCARNATION OF THE SUN

this is gonna be so cute i just !! love him so much???

has his own apartment, but he honestly stays over all of the boys’ places so much that...he barely sleeps at his apt

major: vocal performance

his voice is literally honey

can probably sing higher than some sopranos in his major

so friendly, everyone who meets him loves him

mj just has a way of attracting people and making people comfortable around him

in short, he is – of course – the moodmaker

can turn anyone’s frown upside down

he’s down?? for like everything

an adventurous spontaneous type

has...probably failed a ged ed class once or twice before...

he’s not stupid okay! he just doesn’t really care about the classes that has no connection to his major

like will he ever apply calculus in singing? probably not

oh but professors can’t hate him, even if he just messes around during class

he’s just so kind and likeable

loves his boys aka astro

will literally do anything to make them smile, even if he’s had a rough day

as long as his boys are happy :’) he’s happy :’)

now how do you meet myungjun??

he’s in an acapella group on campus

he just has to be alright

he was the only freshman that got in during his first year

that shows how good he is :*

a tenor in the highly competitive co-ed group

spoiler alert, he convinces sanha to join, but that’s for college bf!sanha

myungjun is what me and my friends like to call: the solo whore

and it’s not bc he’s greedy for solos, he’s a real team player

his voice just happens to sound the best for most solos your group has??

you’re also in the acapella group

im not giving a voice part bc then that would put you in a binary category

so soprano, alto, tenor, baritone, bass, you pick love

anyway, you and myungjun were chosen to sing a duet for one of your competition pieces

and it was the key emotional piece so you and him had to be on your A games

you and myungjun were friends ofc, you had to be some sort of friends with everyone in your acapella group

but you never really hung out with him outside of rehearsal

well until you got this duet together

and you weren’t worried about it, mj was so fun and nice and an amazing singer, you had no doubt these extra practices with him would be a good time

and you were right! besides singing, you actually got a chance to get to know him and how goofy he really was

you’re pretty sure you always had an ab workout whenever you hung out with him bc of how much he made you laugh

about a month away from competition, you and myungjun were like best buds

literally a chaotic, iconic duo

the chemistry you two had during your duet was spectacular, your voices highlighted and bounced off each other very well

but! your leader had a little critique

“y/n, myungjun, that was great but...can you guys pretend to look...like in love? I get we’re all friends here, but if you can’t convey the emotion of the song in our performance, what’s the point? This goes for everyone, this is a song about how much you love your partner and would give them the world, we need to show that in our eyes and movements, even if you’re just singing ooh and woah for like 10 measures.”

you and myungjun decide to stay after rehearsal and practice the emotions you guess...

your leader had a point, good singing could only go so far

and for the first time, myunjun was a bit...? awkward??

you: alright so how are we gonna pretend to be madly in love with each other

he chuckles and shrugs: honestly I don’t know, look at me like I’m your boyfriend or something??

you: well, I hate my last boyfriend so that probably wouldn’t be a good idea

myungjun offering you a high-five: I hate...well I think I hate...my last partner too so at least we have that

you: how do you think you hate your last partner? are you not dating anyone right now?

he gives you a smile and like you notice it’s forced?? it’s not genuine or bright like the one he usually gives

mj: no I’m not dating anyone...my last relationship sorta traumatized me I guess. 

you: ...how did it traumatize you...? you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to myungjun

mj: ah *awkward laughter* well...I was sorta going through it my senior year of high school, stress from graduating and what to do with my life and all that shit, you know? I dated this person since my freshman year and I guess my mental health got the best of me during that time and they couldn’t handle it. We were planning on staying together throughout college and do long distance but I found out in the summer before starting college that they fucked my high school best friend behind my back...when I confronted them about it, the answer they gave me was that I was too down and preoccupied with my worries to notice about my partner’s needs...pretty fucked up right?

your jaw dropped, your eyes were bulging out at his story

you: myungjun what the fuck??? what college do they go to? I’ll pull up right now and beat their asses, I don’t know scream in their face or something! That’s fucked!

he’s laughing a little: thanks y/n, but it’s alright. You know, maybe I was too caught up in my own problems that I ended up neglecting my partner’s needs...I guess that’s why I’m always just trying to be carefree and fun now.

you: that doesn’t justify the fact that what they did to you was wrong. you should have never gone through that myungjun, it’s not your fault that you were going through it mentally, your partner should have been there to support you and understand your struggles, not cheat on you with your best friend. ugh I’m pissed for you. 

mj: I appreciate it y/n, but yeah love’s sorta a hard subject for me.

you nod in understanding

mj: well! that’s my traumatic breakup story, it’s only fair you share yours

you laugh: you’re right. Well I was dating this guy right when I entered college, met him at the freshman orientation, completely hit it off. I was so in love with him, we dated for about a year. And then last semester he broke up with me out of nowhere, said he wanted to focus on school and himself and that he needed a break from dating. I found out two days later that he started dating one of his suite mates and that on the night he broke up with me, they fucked. So love? also something hard for me.

mj: aww look at us both unable to find or relate to love because of past relationship traumas.

you hit his shoulder laughing: you’re such a headass

mj: I’m kidding! anyway, I’m sorry you went through that too y/n. it sucks and your ex is a dumbass for breaking up with you. Do you still have feelings for him? w-wait, you don’t have to answer that, was that insensitive?

you: you’re fine haha. Um...well...sometimes when I overthink things at night, I do miss him and I wonder what the hell I did wrong for it to end so abruptly because I was honestly really happy with him, but then I wake up in the morning and I hate him again. 

mj: you did nothing wrong y/n...and if you need to call me at 2 am when you’re overthinking and need some badass confidence knocked into you, I will be awake.

you smile and give him a hug: thanks myungjun...you know the same goes for you too?

mj: hm??? what do you mean??

you: you don’t always have to smile around me, especially if you don’t feel like it. Don’t repress your mental health, huh? It’s bad for the soul to bottle it in. I’m not gonna force you to share your darkest fears with me, I’m just saying that if you feel drained and wanna talk about it, I’m here to listen

myungjun pouts a little bit, he’s really touched?? it’s hard for him to share his troubles with others

like as much as he loves astro and is close to them, he doesn’t share his down sides with the boys as often as he should bc he never wants to burden them

myungjun just always thought it was easier to suppress the bad feelings and put on a happy act

but he couldn’t deny the weight lifted off his shoulders after telling you about his breakup

and maybe it was because your energies were on a different level lately, but he found it so?? easy?? to just vent to you after that

until competition, the two of you worked on faking like you were in love (basically imagining that each other was your favorite actor/actress or whatever, something like that)

it was good enough for the group to believe it lol

but what about the judges and audience hmmmmm

anyway, fast forward and it’s competition day!!

myungjun introduces you to his best friends aka the boysss aka astro

they come and support him for his competition ugh we love

you’re like smiling and hyper when you meet them

...has myungjun been rubbing off on you???

you: it’s so nice to meet you all! myungun always talks so highly of you

astro: huh?? you’re lying, myungjun hyung complimenting us???

and then they start messing and friendly bickering with each other and yes they’re teasing mj

you’re laughing bc it’s so cute?? you can see in their eyes and their smiles how much they really care about each other :’)

also astro, probably jin or eunwoo, maybe rocky: we’re sorry if m hyung has driven you to insanity these past few months of rehearsing

you just laugh as myungjun hits them: myungjun’s actually been like my partner in crime lately, so we’re all good :)

*cue the boys exchanging looks with each other*

you perform ah ha ha

alright, you were so used to thinking that myungjun was...idk kim soohyun or something bc mm chef’s kiss his acting...to get into the emotion of the song

but then during the actual performance you saw him as myungjun and like all the hard work and extra practices and late night talks came in full force and you were just...singing to him

and you notice how...handsome?? and charismatic?? myungjun really is...and the little sparkle in his eyes when he’s performing like...wow

and after your set, you’re just like shit, what the fuck was that??

your group doesn’t win though, you place second!

but you and myungjun get awarded best solo/duet of the entire competition

astro: ;)

your acapella group: ;)

the judges: ;)

alright so im a firm believer that if myungjun had feelings for someone, he would straight up tell them like balls to the wall full fucking send

after competition, the routine of school comes back. you occasionally hang out with myungjun outside of rehearsal

by occasionally, I mean once a week hangout with myungjun (and astro bc they started inviting you to their dinners)

and then one night – at midnight – he calls you like out of pocket and his tone is like completely serious

you’re a bit scared?? like: myungjun...is everything okay? did something happen?

mj: y/n...can I ask you something?

you: yeah, of course

mj: do you still think about your ex?

you: o_o um...honestly no, not really...why?

mj: well, if I’m being honest. y/n, I have feelings for you. And i’m not asking you to like me back or give me an answer straight away, but I just wanted to let you know. If you don’t think about your ex anymore, and if you think you’re ready...maybe you can consider thinking of me??

mmmmm kim myungjun you slick flirty dog grrr bark bark

and you know how he can just talk, and talk fast, so you’re still in the middle of processing this and he just goes on like

“sleep on it, y/n. I’ll see you soon for rehearsal, okay? good night”

like you don’t even have a chance to respond to him bc he just hangs up the phone

you think about it, of course you think about it, you’ve been thinking about it ever since competition

having feelings for myungjun has always been in the back of your mind since then

like did you notice that when you hung out with him, your heart would flutter if he said something sweet?? or if you two were a bit too close to each other?? 100%

but you didn’t know if either of you were ready for another relationship so it’s just been put on the back burner

at the next acapella practice, you find that your cheeks just flush whenever myungjun looks your way

the rehearsal went a bit??? weird?? like even your group noticed that there was a bit of a tension between you and myungjun

but of course, he goes up and talks to you after rehearsal ended and he’s like: hey...I’m sorry if my confession made you feel weird, I didn’t mean for that at all. If you want, we can just forget about what I said and stay friends! 

you just facepalm like: myungjun you idiot, I’m acting weird because I like you too. God, you know maybe the boys are right, maybe you need to shut your mouth for a little bit

and he whines like: hey!

but then he realizes what you said and he gives you the brightest smile: you mean it?? you like me back??

and you’re like shyly smiling now: yeah...I do...but do you want to take the next step?? I mean...do you think you’re ready for another relationship??

he gets like serious and he grabs your hand: not gonna lie, I don’t think I’ll ever be fully ready after my last one...but if there’s someone I wanna try it with, it’s you.

:’) kim !!! myung !!! jun !!!

dating myungjun?? the best thing ever

the cutest boy alive honestly

he has so much cute and goofy in him already with just friends and strangers

but with you, it’s increased tenfold

even you start to act cute and goofy after dating him

petnames?? bub and bubby

myungjun is not serious about a lot of things, but he is very serious about his feelings for you and your relationship

y’all take things at your own pace and he !! values !! consent !! even if it’s just like making out

he just doesn’t wanna mess things up with you :’)

the type of boyfriend to sing you to sleep ah !!! his voice is heaven alright

will be extra about pda in front of the guys to make them grossed out

and yes you get embarrassed, but myungjun’s too cute to scold

you get used to a lot of second-hand embarrassment dating him and being friends with the boys

but it’s just so endearing, you can’t even fight it

will swing your arms together when you’re out just walking

screams he’s so cute

you don’t really fight bc communicating with each other is one of the biggest things in your relationship

like if a disagreement or a situation comes up, you two are mature enough to talk it through and work things out bc you both already been knew what it’s like to be in a relationship that didn’t have full transparency

you do jokingly bicker about small things though (like think about how astro fights)

but he always ends fights by scooping you up in a hug and showering your face with kisses

loves kissing your nose

just imagine: you and myungjun cuddling and he just kisses your nose and you scrunch up your face and he just laughs and kisses you all over and you two end up giggling

will do anything to see a smile on your face, it’s the greatest sight to him

alright we been talking too much about how cute myungjun is

he’s also a hot motherfucker alright

the most attractive when he’s singing in your opinion

you know how charismatic he is, you’ve seen it first hand during rehearsal and performances

he’s very good at hiding his horniness, especially in public

but phew when you two are in private and myungjun’s in the mood

you can tell bc his eyes just get hazy and he immediately just starts kissing your neck

a very passionate lover, will prioritize your pleasure over his

sex with myungjun can go from being sweet and sensual, to fun and playful, to hot and exciting

by that...I mean that he is down to try every kink and position you can think of

as long as both of you are okay with it ofc

he’s one of the kinkiest members in astro im convinced

blindfolds? bondage? ice cubes? wax play?

you want it? you got it

he’s not into feet though, i apologize to my foot fetish lovers

his favorite position is actually missionary

myungjun loves being able to watch you and to see how good he’s making you feel

in missionary is when he feels the most connected to you, it’s just a passionate position

and yes he’s very vocal, so you betcha he encourages you to be vocal as well

will try to mess with you in a sense where say you two are hanging out with the guys, he’ll touch you and challenge you to not make a noise

and then he’ll snicker and wink at you if you even let out a peep

he’s a tease !!! like will edge you until you’re on the brink of cumming at least 3 times

myungjun has pretty good stroke game alright

very fluid with his hips, idk he just knows all the right spots to hit

praise...kink...that’s the tweet, need I say more

he’s into hair pulling !! both ways !! 

okay hear me out...myungjun fucking you and pulling your hair until your screaming and then after you both cum, he’s like: you hit a high f earlier bub! I almost wanted to harmonize with you but–

you: myungjun are you serious!

sex with him would always just be a fun time, like he’s hot and grrr it feels so good but there’s always a bit of laughing and joking around in the process

like he will tickle you before he puts his cock in you just to see the switch of you laughing to moaning

alright but shower sex?? he’s into that

and just the acoustics of both of your sounds in the bathroom?? it’s so filthy he loves it – and it’s easy to clean up afterwards

you bet that after any performance with your group, the two of you have sex, even if it’s just a quickie in an empty practice room or whatever

no shame, will kick the boys out or announce “we’re going to fuck bye!” if you or him get too horny in the middle of a hangout

im just gonna throw this out here...you and myungjun...mile high club

(your group competed in an acapella competition and the flight there...it just happened)

all in all, myungjun just wants to make you happy and feel good and smile, even if you two just finished an intense sex session

let’s get into the deep stuff though, you are the only person myungjun is comfortable with to not show a smile all the time

even with the boys, there’s always a small part of him that wants to just push through and be optimistic just so that they won’t worry

but with you, he knows that it’s okay to be sad and to be vulnerable :’)

when myungjun cries bc he’s upset :( fuck you cry too

he loves when you just hug him and stroke his hair when he’s stressed

very showy about your relationship, not bc he’s braggy, but bc he just wants to show the world how happy you make him and that he’s in love <3

the boys are so happy to see their eldest in love :’)

they don’t show it around each other, but they’ve come up to you in private and say sweet things like

“you make myungjun hyung so happy, he always brings joy to everyone but you bring joy to him, thank you”

im !! getting !! sentimental !!

the day you found out myungjun was in love with you was the day you met his parents

‘twas a bit spontaneous

his parents came to see one of your group performances and myungjun’s like holding your hand and leading you somewhere after you get off stage and he’s like “bub! these are my parents!”

you end up getting dinner with his family and yikes you were hella nervous, you were not expecting on meeting his parents right after your performance

not gonna lie, you thought he was leading you to the car for some post-performance sex

but they adored you, his parents could see how much you meant to their son ugh I cry

anyway, the L word

as you’re finishing dinner, myungjun’s all giddy and just like

“I’m so glad you came and watched mom and dad, the timing was perfect too! I wanted to introduce you to y/n for a while now and have you meet the person I love.”

and his parents are just smiling at you and saying how they’re so happy to finally meet you and how you have an amazing voice and to take care of myungjun and you’re !!! just !!! blushing !!!

as soon as you both got in the car after saying goodbye to his parents, he’s just like: hope I didn’t surprise you too much bubby, I didn’t know my parents were coming to watch until like an hour before we went on stage

you just give him a little smile: I was a bit caught off guard, but it’s okay. Your parents are so sweet, I see where you get it from bub.

myungjun: I can tell that they love you already! well of course not as much as I do, but with time I know they’ll come pretty close

and you’re blushing again, it’s the L word: do you mean it myungjun?

myungjun: that my parents love you?? of course–

you: no, bub...that you...love me?

myungjun: yeah...unless you don’t feel the same way–

you: myungjun! no, of course I do! I just wasn’t expecting the first time to hear it was with your parents

you two are laughing, ugh this man

after your giggles subside, he leans over from the driver’s seat and he just cups your cheek and pecks your nose: I love you y/n, thank you for reminding me what love feels like

you: I love you too myungjun

and then you two are just like sharing a sweet kiss in the parking lot of the restaurant before starting the drive back to his place

do you and myungjun make duets together for fun and post it?? yeah probably

you are the luckiest dating myungjun, the living breathing embodiment of serotonin and love

even when you two are older and out of college, he still gives you the same affection and attention and authenticity ugh he’s just amazing

im so sorry this was late but happy belated to our happy virus <3

3-12-21

[likehephaestionwhodied15]

@invncibleiron​ said: “ trust me, if anybody's going to kill you, it's going to be me. “ (bucky) 

James wasn’t sure if it was supposed to make them feel better or not. Was Tony telling them he was here to kill them? Or that they were safe, the only real threat was Tony. So they didn’t lower the gun.

“Shultz with line drive past short, Jacobson rounds second he’s headed for third”  the radio kept on. It had been a perfect night, the local high school baseball game on the radio, their college algebra open on the kitchen table, Alpine asleep in the window, they even had dinner in the cock pot. A perfect night was apparently the end to the last almost perfect two years. Two years of hoping around Middle America before settling in Mitchell South Dakota. They’d pinned a map up to a door, thrown a knife at the map and, well here they were. They’d gotten a job, their GED, a cat, and made Friends, well as much as anyone could call the librarian who had very patiently taught them how to use the computer a friend. And now here was Tony Stark, nearly kicking down their door to end it.

“Somehow,” James said the gun in their hand not wavering even a little “that doesn’t make me feel much better.”

“a deep fly for Matthews, everyone tags up and- dropped by the left fielder, Jacobson charging home!”

Something had happened, something must have happened and Tony was here to collect. Had Tony helped get James out of the way so he could investigate, to see what else he could turn up about the person who’d killed his parents? Did Tony change his mind? Decide James was too dangerous to live without the supervision of the only people who stood a chance at stopping them? Wouldn’t that be rich? considering Stark’s best friend had a nasty little habit of turning green and destroying whole cities. Maybe they need your help something in the back of his mind suggested. But, that couldn't possibly be it. There were a whole list of people they’d call before them, Scout or whatever, that teenager from queens, the guy in red with the stick. No whatever Tony was here for wasn’t good news.

“If you're not going to kill me,” James said as Alpine walked from where she had been napping, stopping to stretch before winding herself around their legs a couple times then going to sniff at Tony’s shoes, they never lowered their gun, they didn’t think they would have to kill Tony Stark, they didn’t want to have to try, “At least close my door, I don’t want my cat to get out.”

[rae-arts777]

@illjustpretend @shegivesgoodradiohead

Cythina X Abby domestic/fluffy headcanones

They’ve been dating since case 2, Cythina was there to calm her down on the rough nights, Abby found her presence soothing, and fell in love with the way Cythina would play with her hair and whisper to her

Cythina supports her rock climbing life style, but would rather not join her. Abby will always find a nice area for the two of them to go hiking though.

Cythina can pick up Abby cause she’s small, Abby hates it (she secretly loves it). If Cythina is constantly teasing her about her height, Abby will scoop up her tall girlfriend and carry her around bridal style. Cythina will try to wriggle out, but Abby is too strong.

Cythina of course is a very affection person, she loves to give her little angry girlfriend kisses. Even though Abby isn’t too much on PDA, she won’t object to Cythina clinging to her, and covering her in kisses when they’re out.

It’s rare Abby will do PDA, so of course it makes Cythina happy when Abby pecks her back, or gives her a kisses on the cheek. Holding hands is something Abby doesn’t mind too much, she likes feeling their fingers interlocked.

In private, Abby becomes more affection. She likes to hold Cythina on her lap, constantly kissing her, constantly telling her how much she loves her, just holding Cythina brings her joy, it reminds her she’s no longer alone.

Abby at first wasn’t ready for the others to know about them, it’s not that she was scared, she just didn’t want everyone questioning them about their relationship since it’s not their bussiness. However, Makoto found out when he came back to the hotel room early, Abby and Cythina on opposite ends on the couch, Abby’s hair a mess, and her face totally stained in Cythina‘s red lipstick. Makoto teased Abby and received a flying crane kick to the face.

Abby suffers from panic attacks, she use to lock herself in the bathroom, not wanting Cythina to know or worry. However Cythina quickly picked up, she can tell base off of body language if she’s experiencing or about to have one. Cythina looked up many things on how to help and deal with a person with panic attacks. Now when Abby experience her panic attacks, Cythina is prepared on how to properly handle her. Instead of running to the bathroom now, Abby will curl up in Cythina’s arms.

Cythina loves yoga, it took a while to convince Abby to go to a class with her. Abby wasn’t too crazy about the idea cause of the meditation. However, after one class, she fell in love with it. The two now attend couples yoga weekly.

Cythina came home one day to Abby dancing. Instead of telling her she was home, Cythina quietly sat on the couch watched Abby dance. She stared lovingly as Abby gracefully danced around the living room. Once Abby was done, she wiped a few tears away taking shaky breathe. Cythina quickly rushed over and pulled her into tight hug. Cythina is really the only person Abby will dance in front of now, one day with Cythina’s help, maybe she’ll perform again

Abby likes to watch Cythina’s audition tapes, Cythina HATES them. Abby loves to tease Cythina about them.

Marriage, well, Abby is happy with being together, the whole marriage thing scares her a bit. Cythina of course, is an understanding girlfriend and didnt push the idea after that one conversation. She knows when Abby is ready, she’ll tell her.

Abby let’s Cythina doll her up sometimes when they’re going out. Abby loves to look drop dead gorgerous. However, Abby isn’t opposed to getting handsome. Sometimes when they go out, Abby wears a nice suit, or a button up and slacks, with her hair slicked back. Let’s just say no matter what Abby wears, Cythina is always blushing standing next to her.

After they settle in England, Abby cut her hair short again. Cythina was very sad cause she always wanted to braid her hair. Now out of spite everytime Cythina says her hair is growing longer, Abby quickly runs to the bathroom to cut it. Abby finds it very funny how upset Cythina gets. (But at the end of the day Cythina loves her no matter how her hair is)

When Cythina adopted Cohen, him and Abby didn’t talk much. They would just stare at each other, Cythina of course was the more nurturing one. However, the two bonded over a love of video games, action movies, and food. Abby promised once he’s older he can go rock climbing with her. Cythina is not very happy with that promise.

When they started dating, communicate was something Abby needed to work on. There were times Cythina did get fustrated, there were times when Abby got defensive, but they worked through it. After Cythina suggested Abby get therapy and found a good therapist for her, the two were able to work on communicating better.

Cythina started directing since she wasn’t landing any acting jobs. Abby comes on set with coffee and food for Cythina. Abby works multiple jobs here and there.

Since they settled, Abby went back to school. She got her GED and then started going to community college. During late nights with homework, or long study sessions, Cythina always gets her a coffee and will massage her shoulders to help her relax. Sometimes Cythina will sit and help her if she can. Abby decided to study psychology.

They visit Japan during the summers to see Makoto and how his coffee shop is doing.

When Abby was ready to propose, she went to Makoto for help. Of course somehow Laurent caught wind of it, and showed up to help. It ended up being a good thing. With Laurent suggesting big grand schemes, and Makoto’s simple and sweet ideas, the plan was able to level out to the perfect balance.

Abby proposed in a Makoto’s coffee shop. She did it out of the blue, Cythina was so surprised she dropped her coffee cup. Cythina of course started crying and went “of all the days!!! You propose to me when I’m not wearing makeup or dressed nicely!!!” (Cythina was wearing very casual clothes ). Abby laughed “I wanted to propose to the real you, I love you no matter how you look” (Laurent help come up with that line). That of course made Cythina cry more.

When they cuddle, Cythina loves to wrap her legs around waist, or their legs tangled up. Abby loves having one hand resting on Cythina’s thigh, and the other wrapped around her. Abby also enjoys laying her head on Cythina’s chest. “Boob pillows” always makes Cythina giggle.

Cythina is actually there more jealous one. Abby does get a lot of attention from other girls. When she gets jealous, Cythina gets more clingy and affection. Abby quickly picked up on this, so when Cythina gets jealous, Abby will hold her by the waist and give her soft pecks.

It takes a lot for Abby to get jealous. When she does, it cause a bacholer is hitting on Cythina, offering her “everything she could ever want”. Abby will quietly walk up to the two, and passionately kiss Cythina until the guy leaves. Cythina loves it, cause it’s one of the rare moments Abby is that affections in public.

Since Abby travels for her rock climbing, Cythina got them matching lockets. So they have a picture of each other when they’re apart. After they got married, Abby used the chain of the locket to also hold her wedding ring.

Everytime Abby comes home, she brings back rocks or a bag of sand/dirt. Cythina has a big shelf labeled with all the places Abby has gone rock climbing. Suited with a picture of the place, and a with the rock, or a jar of sand/dirt.

If they get into a fight, Cythina gets more emotional and starts crying, sometimes she leaves to clear her head or locks herself in the bedroom. Abby shuts down, she just continue on doing what she’s doing and ignore everyone, refusing to talk cause she’s upset. It takes a few hours for both of them to calm down. It takes awhile for them to apolgize cause both are afraid to talk to the other. Sometimes Cythina apolgizes first, sometime Abby does. No matter, after fights, they both become more clingy.

Abby always smell like nature, Cythina loves it. After long days, or if they’re just cuddling, Cythina loves to bury her face in Abby’s neck or hair. She just loves how earthly Abby smells. Abby gets embarrass when Cythina tells her she smells good.

Sometimes if Abby is bored, she becomes clingy. If Cythina is doing work, or on a phone call, Abby will latch onto her is some manner demanding attention. Cythina tries to ignore her, but can’t cause she’s so cute.

There are times when Abby just stares at Cythina. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing or how she looks, when Abby stares at Cythina, you can see the love in her eyes, despite her blank expression. When Cythina notices, she’ll blush and go “what?” And Abby will respond “nothing..just..love you”. Which makes Cythina turn even more red.

God this was one was so fun. I could write about them all day

[decadentpixel]

A Short Story

I have a story that I feel needs to be shared if this is going to be my place to express myself. The core of the story is extremely important to most aspects of my life today. 

It starts during the wretched teenage years of my youth. I was a skinny, nerdy, awkward kid through junior high and high school. In junior high, I miraculously caught the attention of some pretty high profile girls and this inflated my ego quite a bit. But just as quickly as they came, they went and I was left in a strange spot that I don’t think I fully understand, even today. 

I was ripped from obscurity, into a bit of a spot light, then tugged back into obscurity in the blink of an eye. Like many teens, this left me wondering who I really was and, maybe more importantly, who I wanted to be. 

Through high school, I dealt with a lot of uncertainty which was compounded by regular bullying. This guy and his friend would constantly antagonize me for some reason. Ironically, his friend used to be a friend of mine when we were younger, then we drifted apart and he found his way to the side of King Douche. 

Anyway, this guy, Sean, would do some of the weirdest and annoying, and downright bully-worthy things. On a normal day, he would snag whatever I had right out of my hands and hold onto it for awhile. This ended up being CD’s a lot of the time since I would sit in the gym on my lunch hour and listen to music to escape the social side of high school. Other days though, when we was especially douchey, he’d walk into the bathroom when I was in there and decide to use the stall right next to me. Not a big deal right? Yeah well he didn’t stop there. He’d typically drop his pants, underwear and all, to the floor just to make things even more awkward. Other times, he’d go to the bathroom, then wipe his dirty hands on my back or shoulders BEFORE washing his hands. This guy was awful. 

I eventually started looking for a way to avoid all of this nonsense. And my solution was to simply not go to school. Not the brightest plan, I know. But I had already spoke with numerous teachers and staff and nothing was changing - only getting worse. So I felt like I was running out of options. In addition to all of this, I didn’t share any of my school time with any of the friends that I did have, as few as their were. We were all on different schedules. 

Anyway, I’d end up dropping out for a bit, getting my GED around the same time that my class graduated, and going to college (which went a lot smoother than high school). 

But it was around this time that I must have started some pretty poor eating habits because I put on a lot of weight. Well, not “a lot” compared to some other people, but a lot for me. I went from about 120 lbs to 145 over the course of a summer. And it didn’t stop there. Before I knew it, I was sitting at 190 lbs and started noticing my cloths weren’t fitting right. At first I assumed they had shrunk in the washing machine or something - after all, I had always eaten whatever I wanted and never gained a pound. 

And, well, this new overweight lifestyle came at a bad time, as it does, and I’ve struggled with that ever since...

About a decade later, in 2009, I went through an epic breakup that just wreaked my world. It up-ended so much of my life that nothing would be able to go back to what it was. But as painful as this was, it was a huge blessing if there ever was one. 

Between the end of 2009 and the end of 2010, my weight loss was awesome. I went from a personal record (at the time) of 211 lbs all the way down to 160 lbs. I was feeling great about this. I was eating better without thinking about it and did literally no exercise, aside from my merchandising job. 

In the summer of 2011, I’d make the decision to move to Iowa due to me being unable to find full-time work in Michigan. This worked out well as I not only found full-time work right away, I also continued to lose weight. By the end of 2014, I would have my weight down to a cool 150 lbs and I was more muscular than ever. And for the record, I was working out at home around this time. 

Things were good. Then relationships came and disrupted my flow a bit. I made the bold decision to quit working so I could finally finish school, join the Navy, and marry my then-girlfriend. Well I only did two of those things, and bailed on the Navy. 

I’ve never been good with commitment. I don’t like feeling trapped or tied to any one thing, whether it be a job or a person. It just makes me uneasy. Like I could be missing out on something or be happier under different circumstances. 

Make no mistake: this is a flaw in my personality. In rare cases, it does allow me to discover some pretty great things that I wouldn’t have found if I was more settled, but - by and large - hurts me more than anything. 

The pressure of finishing school, getting married, and then discovering that the schooling only resulted in bills and no well-paying job, resulted in me losing focus of things. I’ve now started gaining weight and have no idea what to do in terms of a career. 

I’ve found creating content for Youtube to be immensely satisfying but the flood of content on the platform, combined with the overly complex monetization system make it nearly impossible to get noticed. So I’ve now hit a point where I just don’t care about my career. I’m now 38 years old and I feel like I’m going to have to settle with whatever does the job. It would be one thing if I knew what I would rather do, but I really don’t. 

So here I am. Right back where I started. Except further off base than I used to be. Aimless. Yeah, that sums it up pretty good.  

[isolctions]

KIDADA ALANI WHITE + writing.

from a young age, kida had always loved reading and writing — to the point that she recalls her father saying that it’s what she picked up the most. and as a child, her parents always hauled her and her siblings to the library to pick out books for the week.

aside from library trips, kida also loved story time in grade school, and absolutely fuckin’ KILLED IT at popcorn reading. when lessons came for making little booklets to describe things in elementary school and writing up book reports in middle and high school, her teachers always noted how gifted she was with words.

while reading keeps the mind sharp, kida was largely interested in poetry and story telling. she even got the chance in high school to attend a seminar at NYU over the summer — but unfortunately, her mother’s diagnosis and sickness came shortly before, so money went instead to the treatments and hospital bills.

up until her mother’s passing, kida recalls bringing books to read for her and occasionally, reciting whatever grade A writing she’d done in english class to her mother. and for her birthday, the last gift her mom gave her was an empty journal to write her thoughts on. after her mother passed, though, and kida became involved with now ex-boyfriend / current nba superstar dominic stephens (see: the high school basketball player & head cheerleader girlfriend trope. see: prom king and queen trope. see: dom, the insecure & abusive little shit. see: traumatic loss, even more traumatic escape / subsequent break up. see: the shit is one DM away from the fan, but she’s better than that. on a good day.), she simply lost her shit for a little while. writing was the last thing on her mind, and neither was school. so she dropped out. not entirely by choice...but she did.

bartending had it’s moments and all, but it wasn’t a career for kida. like, she actually really hated it. she hated coming home smelling like different kinds of alcohol every night, hated the sun beating her home and having to adjust her schedule — dinner at 5am, bed time at 7am, sleeping until 3pm, rinse and repeat. and most of all, she hated the way people spoke to her, making her feel as if she were below them or uneducated. after spending years stuck in the same shitty apartment with the same shitty job, kida decided to lessen her shifts and embark on night classes: first to get her GED, and then, to take writing courses.

between ages twenty-two and twenty-three, kidada’s been studying her ass off to pass her courses and meet the requirements for the standard writing program at a local community college. sometimes, she’d be pulling back to back classes and bar shifts, running on little to no sleep when it came to school and work. in addition to her courses, she also wrote a short story, called ‘i wrote this for you’ — it was a collection of shorts and prose, dedicated to the memory of her mother, and speaking in first person to the person that kida wanted to be. it made it to a few literary blogs before being showcased on a magazine highlighting rising authors. highlight of her life!

because of the success of i wrote this for you, now at the ripe age of twenty-four, kida got invited (again) to study a master course in writing. it costs a fuck ton of money. but, it is her dream. so while she cannot stand to pour drinks and cater parties another day...sis gotta do what she’s gotta do. so while she’s not full on bartending at your local dive bar anymore, she’s kind of stuck in between attempting to publish things here and there to multiple publishing companies (it’s not 100% effective), studying and attending her courses, and freelancing her drink services out to people who need mixologists for weddings and parties and events and whatnot.

so yes. that is where we are with kidada. it took me well over five years and multiple changes to her backstory and character to achieve my desire to write her further, but we finally here! truthfully, there are some things i omitted for the sake of consistency (such as: she still has like, five siblings and very big on family. but her would be eight years old, i think?? daughter with dominic is something i battle with writing and keeping up with so yes, i’m re-writing that entirely & more than likely doing away with it. will arin be relevant to certain ships, mainly those from past blogs? absolutely. but in main, i’m not very sold on continuing to make that a known thing — and dominic himself was not as fleshed out of an npc as i’d like for him to be, and this re-work basically doesn’t align with what i wrote in 2016 so we re-writing him too.), and the dahlia verse where she’s a former assassin that nearly got murdered is still an AU i’m trying to write at any time ‘cause that was cool as shit, but for now? this is the peak of my galaxy brain for her world, and i’m content with keeping things simple.

in short: write with kida pls. she’s cool now, i swear.

[nickelkeep]

Slice of Your Pie

Pairings: Dean/Cas, Naomi/Zachariah Rating: Mature Word Count: 6900 Warnings: Homophobic Language, Sexism, Dean going off.  On Ao3

It wasn't like Gabe to call before noon. Usually, because Castiel was working and Gabe knew better, but also because Gabe would be in the middle of a busy shift at one of his bakeries. Castiel hesitantly picked up the phone, grateful for the week off from his job.

"Gabe, are you in prison?"

"Come on, Cassie. Is that the only reason I would call you?" Gabe's voice was boisterous yet nervous. "I'm just checking in on my favorite baby brother."

"I'm your only baby brother." Castiel pulled the phone away from his ear to confirm the time. "Shouldn't you be elbow deep in flour or something, right now?"

"Nope. All three shops are under control, and I took the week off to fly in. Staying with Mom and Dad, you know?" Gabe's happy charade was faltering, and Castiel had a feeling of what was coming. "It's always great being home. Especially when I get to spend time with my favorite brother."

"Still, your only brother. Did Anna say no to you crashing at her place?" Castiel leaned back in his couch and kicked his legs up on the coffee table, careful to not disturb the stack of papers he had been grading.

"Anna's out of town until Thanksgiving, and something about she doesn't trust me to not burn down her house."

Castiel laughed. "That's a legitimate concern. Are you asking to crash here?"

"Actually, no. Mom and Dad have left me alone, for the most part." Gabe let out a heavy sigh, as though he had been burdened with the most laborious task on the planet. "Are you coming for Thanksgiving?"Castiel pulled the phone away and looked at the clock on it for the third time. "Gabe, have you been drinking?"

"Look, I told them it would be pointless, but they didn't listen. They want all three of us there for the holiday. Dad said he's getting up there in age, and he wants to be surrounded by his children and non-existent grandchildren."

"Like he's getting grandchildren from any of us." Castiel rolled his eyes. "No. I'm not coming."

"You know that's not going to fly." Gabe suddenly sounded exhausted. "Me and Anna will be here."

"Great, then he's got his two kids, happy marriage and white picket fence. Make sure you pick up a dog for him before you leave."

"Castiel, please. Don't make me beg. Or sic Anna on you."

Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. "Anna's smart enough to not call or to tell our parents to piss off."

"It's just a couple hours on one day. You can cold shoulder them and give them the good old silent treatment." Gabe's voice took on a subtle hint of pleading. "Help me get them off my case and yours."

"I'm much happier spending my Thanksgiving at home with take out and a movie marathon. I might be alone, but at least I'm not getting attacked every other word out of their mouths." Castiel rubbed his forehead, trying to erase the thought of going to his parents for the holiday.

"That was one year, Cassie."

"Excuse me? What fiasco have you been watching?" Castiel stood up and moved to the kitchen to get a beer. "'Why are you single, Castiel?' 'Are you over your phase, Castiel?' 'Castiel, are you going to find a nice woman and give us grandkids?'" Castiel scoffed. "Don't even get me started on the digs they take at my job."

Gabe took in a suction of air, indicating that he was working on an idea. After a pause, he spoke up. "Bring a date."

"Right, like I'm going to find a guy to date me in less than a week." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"There are escort services, Cassie." Gabe paused. "Wait, that's it. There's also Craig's List. See if you can find a date for the day."

"That's ridiculous."

"I'm serious, hop on, look in the area, and check out casual encounters. That's got to be someone else looking for someone to spend the day with."

Castiel rolled his eyes and grabbed his laptop off the coffee table. "I thought that was for more... intimate encounters."

"HA! Like I'd send you to that part of the website. I certainly don't want to picture my baby bro doing the do with a dude."

"But, you just want me to bring a random person to Mom and Dad's to keep them off your back and mine." Castiel cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder as he typed in the address for Craig's List. "Look, I make no promises. If I don't make it, you can tell them that their worst fear came to fruition."

Gabe laughed. "That you married some random guy behind their backs, and you're moving to Venice to be Gondolier Captains."

"Maybe that one would push father over the edge." Castiel laughed. "Maybe this isn't a bad idea. I'll call you tomorrow with a definite answer. You and I both know either are good."

"That's my Castiel." The warm affection caused Castiel to smile. "Please give it a sincere look over, ok?"

Castiel promised to give it the old college try and disconnected his call with Gabe.

He pulled up the Casual Encounters section of Craig's List and was surprised to find out how right Gabe was. Many people were offering their services for Thanksgiving company. As he scrolled through the ads, one with an interesting title caught his attention.

Alone on Thanksgiving? Want to stop the ‘Why are you still single?’ questions?

I’m a 35-year-old guy with a GED and a loud, beautiful muscle car that’s older than I am. When people try to guess my age, I get anywhere from 32-38 depending on if I’ve taken the time to put on clothes that aren’t holey jeans and flannel shirts and do my hair. I work as a cook in my friend’s restaurant and tend bar for an aunt when I need extra cash. So if you’re looking for a platonic person to be your SO for a day, I can do it.

I am bisexual, so I don’t care if you’re male or female.

At your request, I can:

Hit on family members (including your parents).

Start an argument over politics and religion (I’m a liberal atheist).

and/or

Propose to you (I have a ring that works perfectly for this).

I can also act drunk as a skunk, but I personally don’t drink. I’ve been sober for a few years now. Need a ‘drunken’ fistfight started? I’m your guy.

I’m not looking for payment other than the free meal that comes from accompanying you.

Castiel smiled. This was perfect. It was a guy, he would appear to be less than to his folks, and he promised that he could cause a ruckus. Castiel quickly clicked the contact link and got their number to text them.

[1:00 PM Castiel:] Hi, I just found your add on Craig's List. Is your thanksgiving dinner date offer still open?

He waited several minutes, scrolling through a few more adds, just in case, when his phone's notification for a text message went off.

[1:07 PM 555-555-6767:] Hey, yeah. I didn't think anyone was interested, or it got buried. Name's Dean. You?

Castiel smiled, this crazy idea might actually work.

[1:09 PM Castiel:] My name is Castiel, and I am very interested in you pissing off my parents.

Castiel hit send and realized he needed more information about the random stranger he invited to Thanksgiving with him. As he got ready to send a request to meet in public, Dean beat him to it.

[1:12 PM Dean:] Interesting name there. You free in about an hour to meet? Would kinda like to see you and talk to you before I conform. It also sells the dating thing better. [1:15 PM Dean:] Any particular place where we can meet?

Castiel sighed out a breath of relief before sucking in a breath of panic. Where could they meet?

[1:17 PM Castiel:] A cup of coffee or tea, maybe? I only know of Right Ground, but they're good.

[1:19 PM Dean:] Oh hell yeah! My friend is the owner. The petite redhead?

[1:20 PM Castiel:] Charlie, right? I've seen her a couple of times.

[1:22 PM Dean:] Perfect! I get off soon and can head right over.

[1:24 Castiel:] Sounds good. What should I look for?

[1:30 Dean] Black Impala. She's my pride and joy. If you're looking for me, Sandy Brown hair, Green Eyes, lots of freckles, and uh...

[1:31 Castiel:] What?

Castiel tilted his head in confusion as he waited for Dean's reply. Was this going to be where he mentioned he had a humpback?

[1:36 Dean:] I'm a bit bowlegged. I've been told it's a bit of a turnoff, but I figured I'd be honest upfront.

Castiel let out a laugh of relief.

[1:38 Castiel:] There is nothing wrong with bowlegs. I've heard they make some things easier. 😘

As soon as Castiel sent the message, he instantly wished he could take it back. Instead, he quickly sent a follow-up message.

[1:39 Castiel:] I'm going to go get ready. See you in about 25 minutes.

Castiel let out a huff of air while waiting for lighting to strike, or a boulder to be dropped on him.

[1:41 Dean:] LOL! See you soon, dude. (Dude, right?)

Castiel didn't get a chance to respond as he quickly hopped in the shower and got ready to meet Dean for the first time.

…

Castiel had arrived slightly ahead of his and Dean's arranged meeting time. He didn't see a black Impala anywhere, and when he walked inside, there were no men that matched Dean's initial description. Castiel headed to a corner seat that he normally tried to grab when he went to get coffee and found it surprisingly empty.

He sat down, facing the entrance with his back against the wall. A little kernel of self-doubt starting to grow in the back of his mind. Charlie was behind the counter, and he briefly wondered if Dean texted her to tell him to keep an eye for him.

Castiel went to grab his phone to check the time when the low rumble of a muscle car stopped him. He stole another glance at Charlie, and a huge smile crept upon her face. Castiel looked out the front windows. Dean's black Chevy Impala pulled into a spot, and out exited Adonis himself.

Dean didn't give himself enough credit when he described himself. The sandy brown hair was styled short and looked as though it would be soft for Cas to run his fingers through. And the freckles! Dean was a walking star map, and Cas wanted to trace his fingers along the freckles he could see. The only thing he couldn't see were Dean's self-proclaimed green eyes.

Once Dean entered the cafe, Charlie yelled to him and ran out from behind the counter. She wrapped her arms around him and started animatedly yelling at him for not checking in often enough. Dean graciously accepted her punishment and walked further into the shop. Castiel could finally make out the bowlegs that Dean appeared to be self-conscience about. If anything, the legs emphasized everything perfectly.

Castiel shook his head once, twice, and a third time for good measure. This was supposed to be a professional business interaction. He stood up while sliding out of the booth and walked over to Dean and Charlie. "Hello, I'm sorry for interrupting, but are you Dean?"

Charlie looked at Castiel and smiled before looking back at Dean. "You come to my shop for a date, Winchester? Not to see me? I'm offended. Now you don't get that slice of pie." She punched Dean in the shoulder.

"Hey! It wasn't my idea, it was Cas'. He said he liked your coffee." Dean looked at Castiel.

"He is right, I can show you the text message." Castiel reached for his phone in his pocket before finding his hand being swatted away. 

"I believe him, and you. Gotta give the old man shit, though."

"Old man?" Dean blinked in shock. "I'm offended."

Charlie shrugged and walked back around the counter. "If you two want drinks, get up here and order before we have the final rush of the day."

"After you, Cas." Dean gestured. "Also, is Cas ok? Not sure how to pronounce your full name."

"Cas - Tee - Ell. But Cas is fine. If anything, it would infuriate my mother and father more." Cas smiled. "My brother calls me Cassie, I hate it, but I let him get away with it."

"Okay, one brother. Any other siblings?" Dean smiled at Cas.

Cas blushed from Dean's smile, "I have my brother Gabriel and my sister Anna."

"Are they part of the deal? Or are they off-limits?" Dean asked. "I mean, I clearly know you want me to go after your pops at the very least."

"You can jab at them if they jab at you." Cas conceded. "Looking for someone to come with me was actually Gabe's idea. So he may not appreciate being a part of the prank."

"Okay. We can play that by ear."

Cas tilted his head. "You said you wanted to see if we clicked before you agreed to the whole thing."

"What do you think I'm doing?" Dean winked. "So, tell me about your parents?"

The pair got up to the counter before Cas could answer, and Charlie sat down two cups in front of them. "Dean, black americano with room for cream. Cas, if I remember correctly, spiced chai latte."

"Thank you, Charlie," Cas responded as he went to grab his wallet.

"I threw it on Dean's tab. You two have a fun date." Charlie winked at them and shooed them so she could get to the next customer.

Dean blushed and looked at Cas and mouthed Sorry before picking up his cup and walking over to where they kept the cream.

Cas took the opportunity to grab his booth back and waited for Dean to join him. "So, you asked about my parents?"

"They're the targets, right?"

"Yeah." Cas nodded and took a sip of his drink. "My mother is Naomi, my father is Zachariah."

Dean held a finger up as he finished taking a drink. "Your family highly religious?"

"What gave that away?" Cas tried to hide his disdain, but by the look on Dean's face, he wasn't doing a good job.

"Gabriel, Castiel, Zachariah... Pretty sure there's a Naomi in the bible too." Dean placed a finger on his lips. "Not too sure about Anna."

"Prophetess in Luke's Gospel," Castiel responded.

Dean nodded in quiet contemplation. He paused a moment, and Castiel could see the gears turning. "Safe to assume you're gay or bi?"

"Very much Gay. I've been told it's a phase my whole life. My parents keep asking when I'm going to bring a girlfriend home. You're the first 'boyfriend' I'm bringing home." Castiel took another sip of his drink.

"Got it. What do you do for a living?"

"High School English Teacher." Cas scoffed. "Reason number two hundred fifty-one I'm a disappointment."

"Being a teacher is a disappointment?" Dean shook his head. "Well, I'll make sure that they know I'm a cook by day, bartender by night. I'm sure they'll love that."

"Your sarcasm is perfect. They both hate sarcasm, despite it being their first form of communication." Cas leaned back in his chair. "They definitely look down their noses at people too."

"Well, I'm sold. Food, chaos, and spending time with an attractive man?" Dean rested his elbows on the table and rest his chin on his knuckles. "This may be one of my best Thanksgiving in years." Dean winked. "What time should I pick you up?"

…

Over the next few days, Cas found himself texting back and forth with Dean frequently. He kept trying to remind himself that it was just so they could get to know each other so they could pass off as a couple on Thanksgiving. However, with the way that Dean flirted, it was harder and harder to keep that line from blurring.

[Wednesday 3:47 PM Dean:] Hey Cas, I know I'm supposed to be an asshole, but should I attempt to bring something with me?

Cas laughed, picturing how his mother would react if she were brought a gift from Dean.

[3:49 PM Cas:] You don't have to bring anything at all, although the image of my mother turning up her nose is both amusing and disappointing.

[3:51 PM Dean:] So, bring a six-pack of cheap beer. Got it.

[3:52 PM Cas:] You're incorrigible.

Cas found himself setting a special notification for Dean's text messages. He fought hard against doing it, as they were going to go their separate ways after Thanksgiving. Still, it seemed like something you would do for a significant other.

He heard the notification go off, and he picked his phone up again.

[4:00 PM Dean:] If I were a betting man, I'd bet that you liked it though.

Cas found that he couldn't disagree.

…

Cas' parents, completely surprised that he was coming and bringing a date, asked Cas to arrive around 3 PM on Thanksgiving.

Dean showed up at 1:30 PM.

"Hey, Cas." Dean stood in the doorway to Cas' apartment and leaned against the doorframe.

Cas couldn't help the smile that grew across his face. Dean was dressed up in a nice pair of jeans with a black tee-shirt and an open deep red button-up. "Hello, Dean." He stepped back to let Dean in. "You're early."

"I hope you don't mind. I was a little nervous." Dean smiled sheepishly. "Meeting the parents is kind of a big deal."

"That was the whole deal, Dean. You join me, free dinner, you make them regret telling me to come to dinner."

Dean's smile dropped a little, so slight that Cas almost missed it. "Right. I knew that."

"Everything okay, Dean?" Cas stepped closer and placed his hand gently on Dean's shoulder.

"Yeah, of course." Dean's face betrayed his words, but Cas let it go. "I figured I could also come over and help you load anything that might need to go with us in the car."

Cas frowned, unhappy at seeing this side of Dean. "Want to take a seat? We have some time to kill."

"Actually, can I hit the head? Then we can pack up Baby. You said it takes about 45 minutes to get there on a good day, and there is some traffic."

"Yeah," Cas responded as he pointed to the hallway. "First door on the left." He watched as Dean stepped away, wondering what changed so drastically.

Dean quickly finished up in the bathroom and found Cas in the kitchen, juggling a casserole and a couple of pies. "Dude, please tell me your pies are good."

"As long as they don't hit the floor, they should be." Cas smiled and allowed Dean to take them off his pile. "I remember Charlie teasing you about pie, so I stopped in special to ask what kind you like."

"Pecan?" Dean asked, a huge grin coming back across his face when Cas nodded. "Dude, you went to Charlie to ask her? Why didn't you just ask me?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise, to thank you for this week." The next words escaped Cas' lips before he could stop them. "I'm glad that at the very least, I got to make a new friend out of this."

"Well yeah, Charlie's awesome," Dean responded without missing a beat.

Cas rolled his eyes. "I mean you, Dean."

"I, uh..." Dean's cheeks flushed scarlet as he stuttered over his words. "You're awesome too, Cas."

"Come on, then, let's go load up your car." Cas held up the casserole dish and nodded his head towards the front door. "Sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave."

The pair of them quickly loaded up the car, and Dean handed Cas his phone to punch in his parent's address. The first few minutes of the drive were quiet, as Cas appreciated the roar of the engine. 

"So, uh, Cas." Dean broke the silence once they got on the highway. "Question for you."

"I'm listening." Cas looked over at Dean and took a moment to admire his outline, highlighted by the sun. 

"Well, we determined that we've been together for a few months and that we met when you came by my place of work. But, uh, are you ok with a little PDA to sell it?" Dean's cheeks turned bright red again, as though he were embarrassed to ask.

Cas slid a little closer to Dean to be able to reach his hand and hold it. When his skin brushed against Dean's, it was as though sparks of electricity shot through his body, and Cas shivered involuntarily.

"Okay there, Cas?" Dean stole a glance at Cas and smirked, before returning his eyes to the road.

Cas nodded as he found his words lacking. They enjoyed the rest of the ride in comfortable silence, only the music and the occasional hum from Dean filling the car.

Once they arrived, Cas took a moment to look at Dean and give him a final once over. The shade of red he was wearing was enticing and made his freckles and eyes pop more than Cas would have thought possible. It had taken all of Cas' willpower to not trace over them with his finger.

"Ready, Cas?"

"I am." Cas nodded before looking up at their dreaded destination.

The pair got out of the car, and Dean took Cas' hand before going to the trunk. Cas looked down at their hands and felt a soft warmth against his cheek. He turned to find that Dean had kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, I should have asked first." Dean apologized, running his free hand through his hair.

"Dean, you already asked, and I had given you permission." Cas smiled and let out a little sigh. "Let's grab the stuff and get this over with."

Dean popped the trunk and handed the pies to Cas, grabbing the casserole, before closing it back up and following Cas to the house. Cas had shifted the pies to one arm and rang the doorbell. His hand immediately went back to Dean's, and he tried his hardest to not let his nerves show.

"You don't just walk into your parent's place?" Dean tilted his head in confusion. "Even if you don't get along, isn't it home?"

"This place has never been home, Dean," Cas replied, clipping his response as the door opened.

A stoic, cold woman answered the door, looking down at them, despite the pair being taller than her. "Castiel. You came." She scrutinized Dean more thoroughly. "And you brought a friend."

"Mother, I told you I was bringing my boyfriend." He turned to look at Dean and smiled. "This is my significant other, Dean."

Naomi's lips pulled in to a tighter pout. "That term wouldn't be correct, Castiel. Come in. You know where to set them up." She stepped back into the house, allowing them entrance.

"I make two pies and your favorite cheese and spinach casserole," Cas mentioned as he walked past. "I'll need to borrow the oven for five minutes once the turkey is done."

"I don't know, Castiel." Naomi picked up her pace to walk in front of them. "You should have asked if the oven would be available to cook things in."

Dean stared in disbelief at the way Naomi was talking down to Cas. "You mean you can't spare five minutes to make the cheese gooey again? I didn't realize heat was a limited resource."

"Excuse you?" Naomi placed her hand on her chest in shock. "Castiel, you will keep your friend in line."

"Boyfriend, Mother. But he's right. This is your favorite dish. I made it just for you. You don't want it warm?"

Naomi rolled her eyes as the pair set down their food offerings. "I'll figure it out." She glared at Dean. "Why don't you go find your father? He should be in the TV Room watching the game."

"Football. Sure. Let's go, Cas." Dean watched as Naomi cringed at the shortened version of her youngest son's name.

Cas tried to not laugh as he led Dean to the TV Room. He leaned in close to Dean to whisper about Zachariah. "Dean, he absolutely hates his name being shortened to Zach, and he hates the Eagles."

"Oh, I am all over this." Dean winked and wrapped his arm around Cas' shoulder.

"Father?" Cas inquired as they entered the room. 

"Castiel. You came." His eyes traveled to Dean. "And you brought a friend."

"This is my boyfriend, Dean." Cas felt the words falling easier from his lips. "Dean, this is my father, Zachariah."

Dean unwrapped his arm off Cas' shoulder and extended his hand to Zachariah. "Please to meet you, Zach."

Zachariah stiffened, and his eyes became cold as ice. "Zachariah, please." He took Dean's hand and shook it.

"Of course, sorry about that, Zachariah. I'm just a nickname kind of person, ain't that right, Cas?" Dean took his hand back and wrapped his arm around Cas' shoulders again, leaning in to touch their foreheads together.

Cas could see the vein in his father's forehead start to throb. "Castiel, do you have no respect for your name?"

"I do, as does Dean. But my name is archaic, and sometimes it's just easier to shorten it." Cas looked at his father and stood his ground.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Zachariah." Dean stepped between the two. "Cowboys vs. Eagles, right?" He pointed at the TV.

"You watch sports?" Zachariah asked, his doubt not hidden at all.

"Hell yeah!" Dean hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to Zachariah on the sofa. "Just cause I like to suck a dick every now and then, doesn't mean I can't like sports." He leaned forward and grabbed some crackers off a platter on the coffee table. "Oh shit, Eagles up, 21-3! Fly Eagles, Fly!"

"Castiel, a word!" Zachariah demanded, scrambling out of his seat. Dean looked at Cas in worry, not relaxing even when Cas gave him a gesture indicating he'd be fine.

Cas followed Zachariah into the kitchen, where Naomi was mashing potatoes. "Who is this bastard friend of yours?" Zachariah hissed, grabbing Naomi's attention to join in.

"He's not a bastard, and he is my boyfriend," Cas emphasized the word boyfriend for the umpteenth time since arriving. 

"You are in a phase, Castiel. We've found some nice girls who are very interested in you." Naomi added. Before she could continue; however, the front door opened, Gabe and Anna walking in.

"CASSIE!" Gabe called out, causing both of their parents to cringe. "You came home!" He dropped Anna's duffle bag in the foyer and bolted into the kitchen, trying to pick up his younger brother in a bear hug. "You seriously need to stop growing!"

Anna walked up behind Gabe and pushed him to the side, wrapping her arms around her younger brother. "Hello, Castiel. I've missed you." She pulled back and offered an apologetic smile. "Gabriel told me you were bringing your boyfriend to dinner. Is he here?"

"Castiel's friend is in the TV Room," Zachariah responded before Cas could. "And he is a rude, ungrateful, little prick."

"I can assure you it's not little." Dean walked into the kitchen. "Sorry, I heard the commotion, and I just wanted to make sure Cas was ok." Dean walked over to Cas and wrapped his arms around Cas's waist. "Gonna introduce me, babe?"

Cas melted into Dean's embrace, allowing their actions to cross into new territory. "Dean, this is my older brother Gabe and my older sister Anna."

"I've heard all about you two." Dean lets go of Cas long enough to shake their hands before holding Cas again.

"Well, why don't you all go into the TV Room. Your father and I will finish up dinner." Naomi responded coldly, clearly annoyed by Dean's presence.

"That sounds like a plan. Get that damn football off the TV." Gabe responded.

"But the Eagles are winning. They're hands down the best team in the NFL this year, wouldn't you agree, Zach?"

If looks could kill, Zachariah would have killed not only Dean but all three of his children as well. Gabe, sensing his father's temper rising, herded Dean and his siblings out of the kitchen. "Jesus, Cassie, where did you find this one?"

"Took your advice." Cas shrugged.

"Word to the wise?" Gabe looked at Dean. "Keep him."

"Dean, you don't happen to have any siblings, do you?" Anna asked.

"Brother, half-brother, and an adopted sister. I'm the oldest." Dean tilted his head. "Why?"

Gabe and Anna exchanged looks before Anna followed up with another question. "They single?"

Dean laughed, a rich, warm sound that made Cas melt. "Sammy's not. I don't know with Adam, but he's the youngest of us all, barely legal. Charlie's single, and flaming lesbian."

Anna looked at Gabe. "Sorry, guess I win this round."

"Wait, Anna, you too?" Cas' head tilted in shock and confusion.

She looked over Cas' shoulder to see if their parents were listening. "Bi, Castiel. I'm Bi."

Castiel looked in shock at Anna, then turned to Gabriel. "Are you going to drop a bombshell on me too?"

"I don't care about gender?" Gabe responded.

"What? When?" Cas palmed his forehead and sat on the sofa.

Both Gabe and Anna had the decency to blush. Anna responded first. "I figured it out in college."

"I've dated many people over the years, Cassie. I just didn't always bring them home to mom and pops." Gabriel added.

"You're so much braver than the both of us," Anna whispered. "You brought Dean home with you."

Dean sat on the sofa next to Cas and wrapped his arm around him. He leaned in and quietly spoke into Cas' ear. "Want me to prank them, too?"

Cas burst out laughing, shaking his head and throwing his arms around Dean's neck. "I know why you two did it," Cas stated while hugging Dean tight. "I don't even think I can be mad."

"Dinner time," Naomi announced, appearing in the doorway to the TV Room. "We would appreciate no hanging all over each other at the table, Castiel." Naomi turned her nose up and walked back towards the kitchen.

"Let's go knock out this wonderful holiday, shall we?" Gabe clapped his hands together.

The dining room was awkwardly quiet as the all entered and took their seats. Naomi stood at her place and looked at Zachariah. "Grace, Dear?"

Zachariah nodded and clasped his hands together.

Lord, bless this food and grant that we May thankful for thy mercies be; Teach us to know by whom we're fed; Bless us with Christ, the living bread. Lord, make us thankful for our food, Bless us with faith in Jesus' blood; With the bread of life our soul's supply, That we may live with Christ on high. Amen.

When none of his children nor Dean responded, Amen, Zachariah cleared his throat. "I said, Amen."

Gabe and Anna quickly said it, and Castiel murmured it, but Dean refused to say it.

"Dean, is there something wrong with your voice all of a sudden?" Zachariah shot another deathly stare at Dean.

"Nope, my voice works just fine. I just don't do religion." Dean shrugged. "Guess you could say I'm an Atheist."

Cas flinched as he heard his mother gasp and prepare to yell at him. However, before she could get a word out, Dean spoke up.

"Are you about to yell at Cas? Cause Cas says Grace before every meal. I respect that he does. You know why?" Dean picked up the bowl of mashed potatoes and scooped a heap onto his plate. "Cause Cas doesn't force me to believe something I don't. He's kind, he's caring, and he's understanding. Clearly, you two didn't teach him that." Dean scooped a heap of potatoes on Cas' plate then passed the bow to Anna.

"How dare you!" Naomi spat. "You are a guest in this home."

"Yeah, let me tell you how guestly it's felt since I entered your house." Dean stabbed at the plate of turkey on the table and grabbed a few slices for himself and a few for Cas. "You both refuse to acknowledge my relationship with your son. You both have looked down on me for being a man who is attracted to men and women. God forbid I slip that I work two jobs." Dean smiled sarcastically. "Oops."

Dean passed the fork to Anna, who was staring at her mother as though she would explode. "You know, Naomi. How would you feel if I told you the farce between you and Zachariah here were invalid and not real?"

"We are one man, one woman. That's how it was created. You don't find any instances of your perversion in nature." Naomi gripped the edge of the table.

"Actually, Mom," Anna spoke up. "This last trip for NatGeo? I told you where they sent me. I was in the Savannah. I saw gay and lesbian animals everywhere."

"And the rangers released a document saying that the animals learned it from homosexual humans." Zachariah pointed sharply at his daughter. "You will speak when spoken to."

"You're going to tell the smartest person at the table to shut up?" Dean let out a low whistle and took a bite of a roll he had grabbed. "Man, I'd listen to everything she has to say. She works for National Fucking Geographic." He turned to Cas. "I'll still talk books with you all the time, though, sweetheart." He leaned in and kissed Cas' cheek.

"I said there would be no hanging over each other!" Naomi slammed her hands down on the table.

Dean snorted. "Me, kissing Cas' cheek, is not hanging all over him." He rested his hand on the small of Cas' back. "I bet a hundred dollars if Anna had brought along a boyfriend, or Gabe a girlfriend, you'd call a kiss on the cheek cute."

"Leave." Zachariah's voice sent a chill through the room. "Gabriel can take Castiel home."

"Like I'm going to leave Cas here to take more of your abuse. How long have you been telling him that he's wrong?" Dean whipped his head to Naomi. "How long have you been calling him a pervert?"

"We've never called him that." Naomi defended.

"Mom, you literally just did." Gabriel finally spoke. "You just called being Gay a perversion." 

"Castiel isn't gay," Zachariah spoke up.

"Yeah, he is, Dad." Anna stared at her father. "And I'm bisexual. When I told you two about my boyfriend, Rupert? I was actually talking about my girlfriend, Ruby. Ruby and I broke up, and I couldn't properly mourn that relationship because I didn't have a mother who understood me."

"Well, if we're all coming out. I have slept with more dudes than I have fingers." Gabe added. "I've also slept with as many women. I've slept with as many non-binary people. And you know what? I've also slept with Trans people. Love is love, and attraction is attraction."

Naomi looked as though she were about to faint, and Zachariah pointed a knife at Dean. "This is your fault."

"MY FAULT?" Dean yelled, finally raising his voice. "I just met Gabe and Anna today. They were queer long before I met them. I'm dating Cas, who came to me and asked me out. Tell me how this is my fault."

"You made them think it was ok to share this information."

"And you made them feel like they were less than nothing. You're the problem here. Not me, not a single one of your children."

Cas stared at Dean in awe. No one had ever come to his defense so quickly, and here Dean was also defending his siblings. "Dean, I think we should go."

"That's the first smart thing you've said all night, Castiel." Naomi snapped.

"Oh no, you did not." Dean turned to face the Ice Queen at the end of the table. "Did you seriously just call my boyfriend stupid? You know, your youngest son? The person I fall for more and more each time I talk to him?"

"You know nothing about this family, and you came in here and–"

"Ok, Boomer." Dean cut Naomi off, and Gabe spat out his drink laughing. "Cas, let's grab the food you brought and head back."

"Get out of my house!" Zachariah shouted.

"Already working on it." Dean shot off a one-fingered salute and stood up with Cas and followed him to the kitchen.

Dean quickly found the two pies, while Cas found his casserole hidden in the fridge. He pulled it out and frowned, showing Dean. "She was never going share."

"Cas," Dean set down the pies and took the casserole, setting it down as well. He pulled Cas into his arms and held him tightly. "I'm sorry if I did too much."

"I think you could have kept going." Gabriel entered the kitchen. "Cassie, you brought pies? Trying to one-up me?"

"Dean likes pecan pie. You usually bring pumpkin." Cas melted into Dean's embrace, determined to make sure it wouldn't be the last time Dean held him like that.

"Touché." Gabriel let out a sigh. "Got room for two at your place?"Anna entered the kitchen. "Go pack your things, Gabe." She looked at Cas. "Your address still the same? We're not staying here."

"You're just going to crash with me? How do you know I don't have a roommate?"

Anna cut Cas a look. "You two are a new couple, you haven't moved in together yet."

Gabe called to them from the foyer. "Let's roll before they figure out how to trap us here."

"Coming, Gabe," Anna replied. "Meet you at your place, Cassie?"

Cas' face lit up at his sister calling him a nickname - even if it was one he wasn't particularly fond of - and not Castiel. "Yeah. Same address." He reluctantly pulled out of Dean's arms and grabbed the casserole, placing it in Dean's hands. "We should escape too." Cas picked up the pies and followed Anna out of the kitchen.

"Yes, sir." Dean smiled and followed the siblings out of the house.

…

Once back at Cas' apartment, this time with two siblings in tow, Dean helped Cas get the food in the house and prepared to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gabe tilted his head in confusion, a trait all three siblings shared.

"I messed up a lot for you guys today. I'll let the three of you have your Thanksgiving together."

Gabe and Anna looked at Cas, who took Dean's hand into his. "I know we haven't been together long."

"Yeah, when did you find him, Monday, after we hung up?" Gabe smirked.

"Shut up, Gabe." Cas, Anna, and Dean said in unison.

Cas waited to see if Gabe would say anything else before continuing. "When I did this, I didn't think it would be more than a business arrangement. But I want this to be more. Please, Dean?"

"I'm not sure why, you still want that after today, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want more with you." Dean pressed his forehead against Cas'.

"Well, that settles it." Anna smiled. "Welcome to the family, Dean."

While Gabe and Anna set up in the guest room, Dean called up Charlie, and Cas ordered some Chinese food. Within a few minutes, Charlie was banging on Cas' door, bringing gifts of rolls and croissants and coffee from the Cafe. The two fiery redheads were introduced and instantly hit it off.

Their dinner arrived shortly after, and they all curled up on the various chairs and sofas together. They took turns picking movies to watch and created their own Thanksgiving.

As the night crept upon them, Charlie apologized but reminded them that she had to get up early for Black Friday shoppers who would hit up her cafe for coffee and breakfast. She exchanged numbers with Anna and told them to not be strangers.

Dean got up to go, and Cas grabbed his hand. "You said you're not working tomorrow. That the restaurant was closed for a long weekend."

"I did." Dean smiled at Cas. "I also don't want to impose. You have a full house right now, and I'm not sure if Gabe or Anna are claiming the couch."

Cas tilted his head in exasperation. "Did you think I wanted you to sleep on the couch?" He looked around, Anna had run to the restroom, and Gabe went to go grab a couple more of the chocolate croissants Charlie had brought. "I want you to stay with me tonight."

"You do?" Dean swallowed - hard. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to." Cas stood up and led Dean back to his bedroom. "We don't have to go that far tonight," Cas added as they entered the room. "I'd actually prefer that we didn't.

"This is new, but it feels like forever at the same time." Cas continued, "Did you mean what you said?"

Dean wrapped his arms over Cas' shoulders. "I've meant every word I said today, but what phrase comes specifically to mind?"

"That you fall for me more and more each time we talk?"

 Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips against Cas', a soft caress that left them breathless. "One-hundred percent, Cas."

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have you seen [ STEVIE HENSON ] since the storm? some say they look like [ HAILEE STEINFELD ] but they’re [ 22 ]  & go by [ THE RECLUSE ].  [ SHE ] lived in halloway for [ SIX YEARS ] & they are originally from [ NEW YORK CITY ]. before the town vanished they were studying [ COMPUTER SCIENCE ] and lived at [ UNI BLVD ]. most people knew the [ CIS FEMALE ] as [ KINDHEARTED ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ TACTLESS ]. for some reason, they feel [ RELIEVED ] about the town’s disappearance.

BASIC INFO:

— full name: stevie mckenzie henson — nicknames: steve, s — age: twenty-two — dob: april 28th, 1997 — gender: cis female — pronouns: she / her — orientation: bisexual & biromantic

BIO:

— since the start stevie’s life was nothing short of a tragedy, she was born in new york during a chilly night of april just to be left at an orphanage days after, she never met or heard about her parents. she spent most of her childhood wondering if they just didn’t want her or if something happened to them. the only thing she has of theirs is a diamond ring she assumed it belonged to her mother that she wears hanging from a necklace she never takes off.

— since she got there nameless one of the older kids took upon themselves to decide on a name for her, they suggested stevie considering their love for stevie nicks and the little spazz on baby stevie was taken as an approval. her last name changed a lot over the years but now she settled in henson.

— she spent most of her life on the system, never getting adopted, but jumping from foster home to foster home to orphanage and every thing in between. she moved to more places than she can count and she has never understood what a home means.

— at sixteen she decided she had had enough with being rejected constantly, so she dropped out of school and packed her things. she started then running away from the system until she could be free of it at eighteen.

— when she was seventeen she stumbled upon halloway, she was intrigued to say the least and she decided to spend more time there. then a few months turned into a year that turned into six years.

— even though stevie is a high school drop out, she is nothing short of a brilliant girl. she is a quick learned and she can retain a lot of information on her brain so as soon as her eighteen rolled around she decided to take the her ged so she could get into college and make a bright future for herself. she excelled in it so she made her way into college.

— with all the moving she did she picked up several different hobbies that she holds dear to her heart, photography and mechanics being the two main besides her breadwinner, hacking and  programming ( which she decided to pursue on her college major )

— after the storm she didn’t feel too much of a difference, she didn’t have anyone waiting for her at home ( besides her cat which she does miss terribly ) but she finds the whole situation incredibly interesting and really wants to figure this out.

PERSONALITY:

— well personality wise my girl stevie is a bit of a mess... at first glance she is an outcast. she lurks in the sidelines, something she picked up on the several schools she attended and ultimately realized is best not to grab any attention to herself.

— is more of a reclused person, she can usually be found at the library editing the pictures she took or coding away ( not so much that anyone since everyone vanished and all that stuff ) or working on her bike that she built from basically scratch from an very old and cheap model.

— but once you get her talking BOY are you in for a treat, she has absolutely no filter at all and she will talk until your ears bleed. she does not know when to stop and she stress talks like no other

— a lover of dad jokes and has so many of them you would think she’s a divorced middle aged white man. bad jokes are really her jam.

— she doesn’t have many people skills and is very socially awkward, social queues? she don’t know them. but she does try her best and she is very sweet and caring under all the awkwardness.

— can also be stoic and ignore you for a long time and is extremely stubborn and once she sets her mind on to something she will get it

— but then again the goofiest person once she lets you in.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

— ok first of i’d like to say i’m down for any and all connections and if you’d like to plot these out hmu on ims or you can add me on d*scord (  tired trash ✨#5892 ) buttt here are some i’d like

— some friends, she went through a lot and needs some buddies

— a best friend, ride or die, she will love them to death

— frenemies are cool too

— some romance plots are always welcomed, fwb, one night stands, friends with feelings all that

okay i think i’m done and again if you’d like to plot just hmu or like and i’ll come to you !!

OH almost forgot HERE is her pinterest board !!

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Maxi Travels Again by Mary Smith | Writers Republic LLC

ABOUT THE BOOK

Maxi faces more than a few challenges in this book. After he just gets comfortable living in the kingdom with his wife, Goldie, Maxi was visited by the wolf during his and Goldie’s outing regarding the Ventura village being in trouble with its king. He also found out earlier that within his kingdom of residence, people are disappearing—to another dragon, he believed. He must fight two battles this time. Maxi decided that the most urgent was the dragon, so he uses White Knight and his sword again and travels many different dangerous and challenging paths on the way to find the new dragon’s cave. He fought the dragon, which was vicious, and won the fight, dropping the human the dragon had brought in and freeing the person. After returning to his kingdom, Maxi asked the king for warriors to help fight the Ventura king; he was given a big army of men. Maxi also went to the giant’s queen and she of course gave him warriors to help him. He then saw the wolf who advised him they were ready to go fight the ruthless king of Ventura. Maxi, King John, the giants’ queen, and the wolf collaborated about the upcoming war. Maxi had his army meet him at the edge of the forest, by the Ventura village. They attacked in the morning. Battle was easy with the giant soldiers and animals being there first surrounding the soldier prisoners. Later, Maxi’s soldiers went through the towns and villages collecting the ex-king’s army until there were none left. They brought them to the yard. After clearing the castle of soldiers, they arranged for their own servers and maidens in the castle from amongst their own people. Goldie was expecting the baby very soon; she wanted her father, King John, and the giant’s queen present for the birth of the baby. After the birth of the child, they were visited by all of the neighboring kings and queens. The way Maxi ran the kingdom, the castle was operating very well, and the people were extremely happy with their new king and queen, but especially the new prince.

This book is available online and can be purchased at https://www.writersrepublic.com, https://www.amazon.com and https://www.barnesandnoble.com.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR I arrived in Canada in 1968. I studied Arts & Science in High School, which I never completed, however, I completed my GED post-secondary skills. I was interested in oil paintings, sculpturing and writing short poems. I have received three Diplomas one with honours, I had achieved many college course certificates, and many self-improvement workshops for use in placing people into employment as a Job Developer. My last 10 year of work, I was working for non-profit business Government sponsored program helping the laid off deaf and hard of hearing people towards suitable jobs. Since 1918 I was also a caregiver to my mom until 2018. In 2007 I became very ill and was unable to work outside of home as I became critically ill and so I did what I could to keep busy. In 2019, I started decluttering papers for garbage or shredding and I came across a 15 page story on a 5x7 inch note pad called Maxi’s Travels. #writersrepublic #maxitravelsagain #booktrailer