#eldest lives alone but he talks with dad and sis a lot and has help

[padawansuggest]

Watched Skeleton Crew with dad tonight. 4 episodes.

Us: finish one

Me: you wanna do another?

Dad: ya

Us: finish another

Me: you want another?

Dad: hell ya

Us: finish another

Me: you want another? Only one more

Dad: 👁️👄👁️ ya but I ain’t watching anymore til at least two episodes are out

Me: *knows that means he’s an impatient bitch about it* kk

Us: all done

Me: I told you you’d like it

Dad: 😒 it’s alright

[summoner-chan]

Sorry, I guess I should have been more specific, I WAS talking about Darius lol. Aight then last two questions: Shiro and Durga.

And don't worry about the long winded responses, I love it when people feel comfortable enough talking about themselves, and I can, like, feel their excitement as I read. :)

I tend to worry about how much I talk since that experience with someone on discord (the same server as those two passive aggressive peeps) asked me to not to post a wall (what they meant is that not send a long ass one whole paragraph of words) because I was talking a long time to type and send-

Mind you, my phone was lagging at the time there was a lot of typos happening without my control so I had to retype them. I remember it being something they asked what's about that art I drew?

Other than that, they were pretty mean, maybe because they were part of the admin teams of the discord or they're just a natural born dick :/ and I mean by natural born dick when someone just said good criticism and everyone who's friend with that person just-

y'know bit his head off saying things like "lmaooo nobody needs that shit critism 🤪. Look at this guy shitting on (username) 😂😂" and there's them going all "I don't need your damn critism, I don't fucking care. I ask critism when I want to and I didn't ask for yours so you can stfu" like okay....no need to offended by that... And I found the critism on the spot though? I couldn't see your linework from all those shading-

Anyways, I'm being off topic so let's hop to the Housamo Ask Game!✨✨

[Shiro]

Favorite book or favourite book series? Oof, truth to be told, I'm more to a manga/comic book reader 😂😂 but I do enjoy reading books once awhile!! I only own two horror light novels which are in my native language so I'll try to translate their title??

The very first book I had was Kakak Kemboja (Kemboja in English is Frangipani) which translates to Big Sis Kemboja/Sister Kemboja (not in a Nun way-) and it was about a young boy meeting one of the tenants in the old apartment he lived in.

After losing his father and his house, he and his mother was forced out by the late father's mother and brother who planned to make their house into a homestay. This caused the young boy to stay at the apartment alone while his mother was working to bits but don't be sad, Big Sis will always be there for you

Spoiler, Big Sis is actually a ghost 👻

In Asian culture, Frangipani is one of the notorious for having it's scent being related to ghosts. If you're alone and you smell something fragrant, it's best to get out of there as fast as you can along with to not comment about the scent on the spot. I tend to smell fragrant things (doesn't help that I can see things ksjdjwkdje) even in my own house so I just- Yeet myself from that place

The second book is Somniphobia which is the Fear of Sleeping. It's about an office guy who likes to read scary and horror books at night until morning which causes him to get late for work most of the time. He was starting to get bored since he's already read all of the books he owned and nothing seems to catch his eye until his old friend suggested him a book, Somniphobia. Little did he know, the more he read the book, the less sleep he had. To be specific, he's started to develop Somniphobia himself. .

I only read light novels because once I bought the book, I immediately read it, to the point I finish it one day which just frustrates me to no end. I read super fast and everything just gets crammed to my head and I'd have to reread again to make things sensible kskskksksdj

I'm not a manic like my big sis though, she has two shelfs full from her novels. Her favorite book series is the Clockwork series, the Shadowhunter series which is written by Cassandra Clare and she almost have the full set now- 😂

[Durga]

To be sentimental or to not be sentimental-

Well then I'm going to the sentimental path skksksks

I'd actually want my family get back together again but you know, I can never take in another man who's not even my biological father to begin with after what I went through with said man

Having to cope without having a dad for 2 years now is sad but it happened, I know it's not my fault even though another part of me insists that I should have done better. I cry so easily whenever there's things that reminds me of him, I can't handle scenes where a man is lying in bed in the hospital, I can't handle seeing fathers being very affectionate to their children and I can't handle going to hospitals again

Thinking about marriages is what hits me the most because in my religion, the bride's father will be the officiant for the wedding, handing his daughter over to the groom's care so to say. That doesn't mean that I won't be able to get married without having a father to be the officiant but rather the officiant will be replaced by the bride's brother or uncle (brother of the father) and if there none, a court religious officer will be the officiant

It's just that thinking how lucky your eldest sister (from the first wife of my late dad + divorced) was able to have your late dad as the officiant of her wedding then when it was only you and your four sisters (two from the same mom while the other two is from the second wife), the chance was already gone. I won't see my late dad at my own wedding, only having it being replaced by my brother or uncle. It's not the same, it won't ever be the same because he's not there to see his grandkids or will he have the opportunity to be called grandpa

It just hurts knowing that he won't be there to be a part of the big parts of my life

But it happened and there's nothing I could change, I'm already quite happy and grateful to have mu late dad's wife and her family taking care of me and my two sisters despite there are times when we've fought but nonetheless grateful

I don't have my biological mom with me at the time since she was forced to stay in her own home country due to her citizenship, I dearly miss her but...due to personal reasons, I can't help but hate her from time to time. She does the wrong things and it scarred me badly, hence why I am unable to give her my blessings for her to get married

That's all I could say since if I were to say more, things would get pretty long and it's just me ranting out :P

Thank you for sending in ask in!! Feel free to send anymore like usual~

[choices-ethanramsey-4life]

Meet my Mc: Dr. Samantha Valentine

Book: Open heart

Face claim: Ana de Armas

Full name: Samantha Rani Valentine

Nicknames: Sam ( Her cousin sis, sometimes friends) Rookie (Ethan) Fahima (her mom side of family)

Age/ bday: 1st October 1992, 27 years old...

Love interest: Ethan Ramsey (no flings at all)

Hometown: Seattle,Washington

Education: University of Washington school of medicine

Occupation: Junior Fellow of diagnostic team/ Medical resident

Family: Stephan Jones Valentine(dad, deceased in book2) Saira Rani Valentine(mom, no more) Jake Ahmed Valentine (older brother, no more), Rumena Rani( aunt, mom little sister) Amelia Emma Willow (older cousin sister, Rumena only child) Joseph Jones Valentine (uncle, ex husband of Rumena, Stephan brother)

Family heritage: Her mom is Muslim, Bangladeshi. Her dad is a Christian. She recognises herself more with her Bangladeshi heritage she’s in touch with her aunts and uncles in Bangladesh. Shes proud and bilingual (She speaks English and Bangla). She doesn’t know her dad side of family a part from her uncle. She grew up celebrating everything Ramadan, Christmas, Eid and Easter. She often prays as it helps her stay calm and gives her hope at times...

Inheritance: Her dad was disowned after he married her mom... he made his own hospital and became a successful businessman. Her mom was a doctor as well. They lived a simple life they didn’t spend their money on things that they didn’t need and they lived in a regular house, most of their money was given to charity and her family in Bangladesh during the flooding. Jake and Samantha were disciplined and worked and earned their own money by doing work experience. People often misjudge Samantha thinking she had advances in life when she didn’t.

Past: Her mom died when she was 8 almost 9. She found out her mom had cancer she walked in on her mom coughing blood. She became quiet and stayed in her room for a week...After her mom died her dad became an alcoholic but he hid his issues he also had anger issues. She started to draw and do art. Samantha and Jake were often abused by their dad everyday mercilessly. Samantha was abused more but Jake would make sure she wouldn’t be hurt but it wouldn’t work all the time... Her drunk dad came in her room to hit her like he always does, he pushed her out of the window and kicked her desk out of her window... she had emergency operation which she had metal implantation in her lower legs and some in her lower spinal area... she was temporarily paralysed from her legs down... she lost 4 years of being happy in her life. Her brother was her big support system during this dark time. When she was 16 she recovered but she was still abused. Her dad and Jake would often argue to a point where Jake would leave for a couple of hours and come back just for Samantha to make sure she was ok. He didn’t move out even though he wanted to because he didn’t like leaving Samantha alone with her dad after her serious accident. Her brother died in a car accident when she was 17. A week after she was discharged from hospital after her dad stabbing her, she didn’t expect things to blow up her dad and brother stopped talking to each other a couple years ago but he left the house angry and hours later his dead body was found by a bridge in the ruins of the car... when she was 18 she left home and left her dad many letters explaining why and sayings she’s sorry... she moved to England for a couple years and then LA and back to Seattle far away from her dad. Her aunt invited her to Boston where she came at the start of her intern year.

Present: she has many faded marks from her dad and uncles years of abuse. She’s a claustrophobic due to being beaten and abused for years and she feels at times her dad would be there to hit her in her sleep when he isn’t. She sleeps with the door half open. She doesn’t let her past effect her present at all. She loves to joke around and have fun. Her friends often joke of her height and the fact she’s the youngest, they treat her like a kid.

Characteristics: she has four things that she does...When she’s happy she’s like a child...innocent, happy and you can’t help but to smile and join in with her joy. When she’s angry she ends up breaking into Bengali, when she’s sad or feels alone she draws she’s a good artist. When she’s confused she questions everything. However if she’s really upset she locks herself in her room and sits quietly thinks about it. She loves nature and can find beauty in anything. Her friends often come to her when they are in need of advice she’s good at giving advice... she can dance but she doesn’t have confidence to dance. She can’t sing at all to save her life. However she can cook, her aunt taught her how to cook... both English and traditional Bengali food. she loves to do art it helps express her. She loves to read and spend her free time outdoors she enjoys the peace and quiet...and she can be quite philosophical at times...

Random facts: she’s the youngest child but treated like the eldest she does have a lot of responsibilities. Family is everything for her... she loves to spend time with her friends. Her brother in law often makes fun of her height as a joke as she makes fun of his, him being too tall. She suffers from panic attacks and takes medication for it... Art is sort of her coping mechanism. Her friends think she has too much sass and she reacts too quickly. She won’t start a fight but if anyone says anything about her friends and family she will fight them.

Just a little thing I did because not everyone knows my mc or her background... Thanks for reading and showing support.💕💕

[selfshipstuff]

💡 give me all the fandoms ~Audrey

SBDJSJS ALL OF THEM???? I MEAN I GUESS IF YOU'RE SURE??

@tsundere-doods

ARROWVERSE (The Flash, Arrow, Supergirl)

In all Arrowverse AUs, my SI is a metahuman from Earth-1 with energy-based powers. I primarily exercise control over electricity, movement, and gravity, but with practice I could probably expand my repertoire to include light, heat, elasticity, radioactivity, sound-- all sorts of things. During my time on Teams Flash and Arrow, I go by the moniker Switchboard, and then in my Team Arson AU, Lonnie and Astra (@astralshipper) call me Sparks. 

In The Flash, my primary f/o is Cisco Ramon, and we have that best friends to lovers thing going on. I also love Becky Sharpe, although I don’t talk about her much! She’s girlfren, and I’m poly with the two of them in my Flash-centric Arrowverse AU-- she’s not dead, hush, I save her life and canon can eat my entire ass tbh.

I don’t have a romantic f/o on Arrow, but John Diggle is like a brother to me. I don’t have an AU that focuses solely on Team Arrow, because it’s not a primary thing for me, but when I’m on the team, it’s because I’m taking a break from Team Flash.

In my Supergirl-centric AU, instead of joining Team Arrow after leaving Team Flash, I actually use some of Cisco’s tech to hop on over to Earth-38 to make a new life for myself. Eventually, I end up helping out Team Supergirl, because once you start superheroing it’s not really something that has an off switch, and that’s how I meet Winn Schott. He and I click almost immediately and we have a best friends to lovers type thing similar to what Cisco and I had. I also have a small crush on both Lena Luthor and Mon-El, but I haven’t decided if I’m gonna do anything about it yet.

Finally, there’s the Team Arson AU, which isn’t really based on any of the shows in particular, but rather on one of the villains of Arrow: specifically, Lonnie Machin. This AU starts after I leave Team Arrow because of Oliver, John, and Felicity’s actions toward the newer team members; incensed by the hypocrisy of my fellow heroes, I run into Astra (@astralshipper) and Lonnie, who have turned into sort of an anti-hero team, and I join forces with them. This sometimes leads to problems when my ex-teammates come after us, but we handle it.

And last but not least, I actually forgot to mention, but there is an offshoot AU of the Team Arson storyline; it doesn’t have a catchy name, so I just call it the Team Arson and Michael AU, because it’s essentially the same thing as the regular Team Arson one except it incorporates Michael Collins from The Uniques as a new hero. In this AU, I eventually leave Team Arson to form a power-couple duo with Michael and go back to being a hero, mostly.

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER (A:TLA)

Not totally sure what my whole deal is going to be here, but I’m definitely an airbender. I know in canon they’re wiped out, but I’m just saying, there could definitely be a few in hiding; who’s to say all of them were at the air temples when the Fire Nation attacked? The air nomads were a highly mobile people, so yeah, while those were the hubs of activity, I don’t see it being where every single one of them would’ve been. 

Anyway, I don’t have a romantic f/o in this series, but the Gaang in general is just a little family I’d like to be a part of. In particular, Aang has little brother vibes, and I’m definitely gonna take him under my wing; I think it would be good for him to have another airbender around, and it would be cool to see how a traditional air nomad would interact with one whose views and values have been shaped by a century of other cultures dominating the world. It’s definitely sad, because cultural loss is a huge part of genocide, but it would be neat to see how the surviving families passed down that culture and mixed it with that of the world around them. Like, it would be a little bit of home for Aang, but also sort of like... a hope for something new, I guess? I dunno, I’m spitballing here

CRIMINAL MINDS

My SI timeline isn't the most well-defined for this one yet, but one thing I've decided on is that I pretty much end up adopting, fostering, and taking in kids that need help. Currently, it's sort of just... been the kids that are victimized during the team's cases, but that's a byproduct of the source material rather than a conscious decision.

In Criminal Minds, I ship with Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss, who are my boyfriend and girlfriend, respectively; we’re poly, but they’re not dating each other. They are queerplatonic, though! Fun fact, I’ve adopted Hotch and Rossi as my dads; Hotch is the primary father figure, and Rossi was kind of like, uncle vibes? Until I realized how much romantic tension there is between the two of them, and now he’s like, stepdad. Hotch already sees Spencer as a son, and he’s close with Emily, so this works out really well.  

EVER AFTER HIGH

In EAH, I’m the eldest child of the White Rabbit-- yes, the one you know from the story of Alice in Wonderland. (Don’t ask how that works, because I don’t know.) Anyway, I was born and raised in Wonderland, along with my younger sister, Bunny. (Yes, her name is Bunny Rabbit.) Things were alright until sometime in my early teens when the Evil Queen tried to basically destroy the world of wonder; it was crazy and chaotic, and very few Wonderland folk managed to escape to Ever After before the Brothers Grimm closed the portals between the two worlds. I was among the handful that escaped: my sister, father, and friends were not. I was all alone in an unfamiliar world, and man, was that scary. Luckily, I was still school-aged, so it was easy enough to get a place to stay at the Grimms’ school-- Ever After High. 

I’ve got crushes on Raven Queen, Alistair Wonderland, Dexter Charming, Chase Redford, Northwind, and Cedar Wood, but no established romance.

HARRY POTTER

Okay, so there are a few different timelines and AUs for this franchise. We’ll start with the most established one. Obviously, I’ve got the obligatory AU where I’m there for everything from the very beginning, but there’s also one I thought of back in middle school which goes something like this: I’m newly orphaned, so I’ve been sent to live with a relative in the UK. It’s the year of the Quidditch World Cup, not that I know anything about it, because my parents were Muggles and so is the great-aunt-twice-removed or whomever it is I now live with. I’m out for a walk, trying to clear my head and familiarize myself with the new neighborhood; out the back of the house, there’s a forest in the distance, hills, and marshland which seem suitably spooky and melancholy for my mood, so I head out exploring that way. After a while, I hear noise, like celebration and shouting, so I head over to check it out and stumble across the tent-grounds for the World Cup. 

Obviously, it’s a lot to take in at once, because it’s clearly magic-- but I’ve always believed in magic, in a sense. So I just grin and start exploring, getting friendly with the kids my age in the area, lie to the adults when they ask where my parents are (”oh, our tent is over there”) and nobody even thinks twice about my accent because people from all over the world are here for the event. Of course, I’m only 15, and eventually I run into one of the people who actually coordinates the grounds, so I’m found out fairly easily; cut to me being interrogated and scared half to death by the magical authorities before who else but Dumbledore swoops in and quietly talks to them. It’s a lot, and it’s too quiet for me to hear all of it, but I manage to take away something about me obviously being magic if I found the place-- and then suddenly, this old man is offering his hand and escorting me out, telling me about a whole other world I didn’t know I could be a part of. 

I do go to Hogwarts, and I have to do a LOT of remedial studying to catch up to the other students, but it helps that I love to read about magic and studying over the summer isn’t a problem. 

In some AUs, I’m poly with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley; in others, I’m with Fred and George Weasley. Sirius Black ends up taking me under his wing along with Harry, and he doesn’t die in my canon-- neither does Fred, Remus Lupin, or Tonks.

I also have a pretty big crush on Newt Scamander from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, but I haven’t got my AU timeline figured out for him yet.

MCU

Agents of SHIELD: This show is a separate AU from my other Marvel stories, but I have the same energy powers as usual. Basically, I’m an Inhuman on SHIELD’s watchlist for a long time, even before they know what Inhumans are; unlike some of the other individuals on the list, I’m friendly, cooperative. I consult on cases from time to time, mostly as needed until Phil Coulson starts putting together his dream team: that’s when he reaches out to me, asks me to be a permanent consultant to his team. I’m sort of hesitant, because permanence is restrictive when it comes to organizations like his, but I agree on my own terms. I find myself fitting in and warming up to the team more than I thought I would, and I even find myself crushing on Fitz and-- to a lesser extent-- Skye. When she gets her powers, it’s frickin’ neat as hell, but I end up fighting with the team for treating her so poorly afterward. 

Spider-Man (Tom Holland): Originally, I’m not even in New York, but rent in our area is going up, and the frequency with which certain areas in NY get destroyed leads to their rent actually being more appealing in an attempt to get people to move back. So, with everything going on, my family weighs their options and we move. It’s the end of summer when we get there, and it’s a different school district, so they make me take all sorts of tests to see where I’ll best fit in-- eventually, they put me into some prestigious school my parents are thrilled about and which I’ve never heard of. Of course, I’m much more thrilled after the first week or so: the classes are more engaging, and the students seem to know their stuff. Other than the classist rich kids, it’s paradise for nerds! And that’s before I develop a crush on a classmate (Peter Parker) and start paying attention to news about a local superhero. Around this time is when my powers start to show themselves; sparks fly, literally, and I find myself getting done with things faster than anyone else. It all comes to a head when, on my way home from school, someone falls from the upper floor of a building and I somehow manage to slow their fall so they land safely. Thoroughly freaked out, I start experimenting with my powers, seeing what I can do-- eventually, I put together my own suit and start helping out the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. (We end up dating out of costume.)

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

So, in the ML universe, I’m an American exchange student in Paris, and I end up figuring out the identities of the local heroes fairly quickly, which leads me to help out in the crises a lot more. After a while of this, Master Fu decides to gift me with the Mouse Miraculous, which has a different power than in canon, because I developed this before the debut of Kwami Buster and honestly I kind of think Multimouse has a stupid power? Anyway, as Souris Gris, I have the power of stealth. I realize pretty quickly that my accent is gonna be an easy identifier, so I take up Langue des Signes (French Sign Language, or LSF) to use while transformed-- as a bonus, it adds to the stealth thing. Meanwhile, as my civilian self, I’m still adjusting to using conversational and situational French 24/7.

Adrien Agreste (also known as Chat Noir) is my primary f/o from this, but there’s also an AU where we’re poly with Marinette Dupain-Cheng (also known as Ladybug), who we’re both dating. 

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB (OHSHC)

Okay, in the past with this one I’ve 100% focused on the romance, so I’m gonna make something up on the spot. I still would’ve been born to a lower middle-class family in Midwestern America-- flyover country-- but at some point in my youth, a family member wins the lottery-- literally, and not just as a figure of speech. It’s a big one, and instead of spending it, they invest; as I grow up, things start to look up for us. I’m a creative kid, and I’m bugging my parents to let me design and make my own books, games, and toys. Eventually, they cave, and that’s the story of how I become a “self-made” millionaire. 

At first, the products only really sell in North America, until a knock-off line comes out in Japan, and we release them there to curb the competition. The sales skyrocket in the Japanese isles and surrounding countries, so sometime in my preteens, my family moves to Japan to better oversee the majority of the business. After a lot of private tutoring and language classes, I beg my parents to let me go to a real school. Now, my parents, who are quickly becoming the snooty rich folks they used to curse, take some convincing, but we finally agree as long as they choose the school, which is how I end up enrolled at Ouran Academy. 

I eventually find myself meeting the host club and befriending them, which... also leads to me dating Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, the notorious twins. We’re all lowkey crushing on Haruhi, but none of us do anything about it. 

THE UNIQUES

I still haven’t decided how I end up on the team to begin with, but I do know that my powers are pretty much the same in The Uniques as they are in the Arrowverse. (This is mostly because that’s my default when it comes to superpowers. Energy powers are frickin’ neat, okay?) Again, they primarily cover electricity, movement, and gravity, but in this universe I also have a little more experience bending light and manipulating heat. 

One of my f/os from this is also mentioned in the Arrowverse section because of an AU, and that’s Michael Collins. He and Scout are my boyfriends, and they’re best buds. The rest of the team (the New Guard) are our best friends, so they’re platonic f/os.

WALKYVERSE (It’s Walky!, Shortpacked!)

Technically, the Walkyverse also includes Roomies!, which comes before It’s Walky! sequentially, but I don’t even really think about that part of the comic tbh. Basically, I’m an alien abductee, so I have powers-- neat!-- and I’m an agent of SEMME-- less neat. We’re a secret government agency fighting a hostile race of aliens known only as “aliens”, which I guess are separate from other extraterrestrial races because Martians are specified as a separate race within the comic...? Anyway. I’m a SEMME agent, and I have enhanced abilities like super-strength due to my status as an abductee. Originally, I was a part of a different squad, but a mission went south, leaving me as the only surviving member. 

By the time the retrieval unit showed up, most of my teammates were already dead, and I was just barely holding up a fallen building which would have crushed me had I let go. Upon my return to SEMME HQ, I was asked to wait outside an office for a moment while the Big Boss and some poor agent tasked with debriefing him duked it out behind the closed doors. There were whispers about me, being the sole survivor of my unit and having held up a building, and people had their suspicions, but it didn’t matter. The fact was that I was the only agent that had made it through a suicide mission, which is a feat in and of itself, disregarding the valuable intel I had gathered; Big Boss eventually reassigned me to Squad 128, the most infamously effective team on payroll, and sent me off to get checked out by medical. 

My main f/o in Walkyverse is Mike Warner, a fellow SEMME agent and abductee. I’m also FWB with the titular character before he gets married-- David Walkerton (Walky)-- and Marcie. 

[lilsherlockian1975]

This is just for me. I have to put it somewhere and, unfortunately, this is where it landed.

This week has been hell. Mom is basically gone, mentally, that is. Mornings used to be pretty good; evenings utter torment (when the sun goes down, the claws come out. Sundowners is no joke, folks. It's real and sleeping in my study) a few days ago (I can't even tell you what day at this point, I'm too sleep deprived to remember) she walked her happy ass out of her room without so much as a by your leave. Never said my name once. Mr Lil and I were still drinking coffee in the dining room, shooting the morning shit when, like a baby chick, she pushed open the pocket doors and stumbled out, completely convinced that it was the thing to do-that she HADN'T been in a wheelchair for the last 7 years. Fucking Miracle or have I been a fool to wheel her about like some grumpy (and way too old) candy striper all this time?

The next morning (omg! I'm just realizing that the "next morning" was yesterday...feels like 65 years or so), I'm on the pooper so Mr Lil goes to her room when she calls. He comes to the bathroom (yes, the magic is indeed gone but that might have happened when he had to wipe my arse after the birth of our first child) and says, "mom says I can't get her out of bed". Hmm...what fresh hell is this, I wonder. I go in there to find her *naked*, her diaper off, she, her bedding and bed soaked in piss. She has no explanation as to why she did a striptease in her room in the middle of the night. So, it's a bath, laundry and a scrub for her room, top to bottom.

I'm supposed to work bingo at P's school later that night and knowing how bad she's been lately, I had arranged for my sister to come sit with her. Sis couldn't come until 'after' she finished her Christmas shopping because (and I quote) "I know I'm being selfish, but I want it done so I don't have to leave my house Saturday. I'm just so tired," says the childless, woman who DOESN'T take care of our mother 24/7. But okay, beggars and choosers and all that. It's a 10 minute drive to the school, as I pull us, my phone rings. It's my oldest son in a full blown panic. "Can you ask Mamaw to stop screaming at me?" he asks, then gives me the lowdown. Apparently, there was an incident over her water. She unscrewed the lid to the cup (we use adult type sippy cups, so she doesn't spill them, but she saw P unscrew it and realized it could be done) and spilt it. H tried to take it from her to put the lid back on and she flipped, grabbing him bodily, saying, "I'm not a baby, I'm 83 years old and I'm in charge." She's not, obviously. When H & P are home with her, H - he's 15 going on 47 - is in charge. Hell, P, the 10 year old is more than capable of keeping an eye on her for short periods (me running to the store and whatnot, he's actually pretty responsible and always watches her closely). When I talk to Mom, she is screaming "I won't be told what to do! I won't be bossed around by a child!" This child is 6'7", mind you and refused to leave the room when I told him to just get away from her, to leave her to her own devices. He was too afraid she'd try to get up and hurt herself. I go into the school and talk to my team lead. She's so sweet, hugged me and made me cry, told me to go home and deal with my mom and babies. H was in tears when I got home. This won't mean anything to anyone else, but I have literally never seen my son so upset. We often laugh that he's soulless and incapable of crying. He also doesn't hug, almost refuses. He rushed me, throwing his arms around me and burying his face in my shoulder and sobbed. She had been screaming at him since before he phoned me, nonstop. Me? I'm used to this, it's my childhood in a nutshell, but my kids don't get screamed at. He had sent his little brother to his room, my smart boy! But STILL refused to leave the living room, incase she tried to get up by herself.

Thing is, after she slapped me in the face a good one and yelled at me for 2 minutes or so, she calmed right down. All she wanted was... me. She does this when I don't give her enough attention. She oscillated between apologizing over and over a dozen times and restarting the fight, or trying to, for the rest of the night.

My sister came over and took P for the night, offered to take H as well, but he refused to leave me alone with Mom. I pur her to bed at 8.30. I went to my room at 11 when Mr Lil got home from work. Fell asleep at 1am. She woke me at 2.

She'd gotten up...again. This time I found her in the middle of the living room floor with no idea why she'd gotten up. But I was so angry. I put her back in bed...again, gave her some melatonin and I'm sleeping on the sofa, just in case.

Now, why isn't she in care, you ask. Great question! I direct you to my eldest sister who pawned my parent's home to the state by putting Dad into a Medicaid long term facility before he died, swearing that nothing would come of it and if it did she would handle it. Well she didn't and when we started making inquiries, we found out that the money is still owed, a LOT of it, and until it is handled, no one will take Mom. We're selling the house now, but it's taking time.

My sister, who has helped me ONE TIME in 7 years, effed me and hard.

I don't have an "end date" and my nerves are gone. My kids are anxious and unhappy and their last memories of their grandmother will be very unpleasant. Also, I can't leave my home. I feel like a prisoner most of the time.

[amnachil]

To the Perfection Chapter 1 Part 10

Here’s the next part !

Thomas Sunday February 17 – Monday February 18

"This is amazing, astounding, fabulous ! There is a god among us ! His plays are incredible ! Muller is a real bless from heaven !"

Yeah, right... Everyone was celebrating Raphaël's team victory at Cody's mansion. And this damned presentator was making useless praises. Honestly, Thomas was only thinking about Dan. I wonder what he thinks about all this stuff... Does he ever get jealous of all the fame around big bro ? The young teenager liked the idea, but well... His crush was too perfect for this kind of things. I should just enjoy our evenings together, when he ends up so overstuffed he's barely conscious. I never expected to be able to rub his amazing belly...

"You brother really is something." smiled Cody next to him. "He's gifted right ?"

Thomas looked at him and smiled. You really are something : a fuckin' leech.

"Of course he is." he lied anyway.

"By the way, do you know what's going on with Ilhan ?" asked his friend. "He seems a bit... weird lately."

The ginger looked towards their buddy. He was munching crips in front of the telly. Each time he was taking a handful of food, he looked at it, and then sighed with weariness. Seems like he got used to eat a lot the evening now...

"What to you mean by weird ?" asked innocently Thomas.

"Well, he looks kind of sleep deprived ? Less energetic, like uh... more submissive."

Thomas's smile grew wider. Cody had always been observant. But that's none of your business.

"Maybe he's stressed because his grades ain't improving much despite my zealous help." he suggested. "I mean, I allowed him so much of my time... Look, we should show some benevolence and cut him some slack."

"Sure." agreed Cody.

"I'll talk to him and see what he has in mind." finally assured the ginger.

Well, to be honest, he didn't really talk about that. Thomas joined Ilhan upstair, and made sure they were alone. Then, he put an hand on his middle-section and smiled.

"Looks like you fed yourself already quite well." he whispered. "Can't wait me uh ?"

"Man what the hell did you do to me ?" mumbled Ilhan. "I just feel like I need to stuff myself !"

The ginger smile grew. For his own personnal pleasure, he had always be careful to feed his friend with high sugar-based and caloric food. He also made a schedule for the session, in order to get Ilhan's metabolism accostumed to the stuffing. That way, his stomach also stretched and get used to bigger quantities of food. And of course, he linked the bloated feeling and sexual desire.

"Thomas can you look at my eyes and not my belly ?" asked Ilhan. "You don't realise on what mess I am, do you ? My grades are dropping since I can't concentrate, I'm getting out of shape and I'm pretty sure Joël and Cody suspects we're... I don't even know what we are doing ? Are we a couple ? A fling ?"

You talk too much. Thomas opened a room and smiled.

"You should just enjoy the moment, Ilhan. Don't you want to have a good time with someone as wonderful as me ?"

His friend frowned. But he was completely under his charms anyway. And so they entered in the bedroom.

Thomas left Cody's home in the middle of the night. He wanted to spend his early morning with Dan before school. To be honest, I was only thinking about him, even while I was fucking Ilhan. Gregory's idea wasn't working very efficiently. Was it bad ? Maybe. But the young lad didn't care for that right now. He was almost home when he bumped into Darren. Damnit.

"Hello Thomas." smiled his professor. "You were celebrating your brother's victory with your friend I guess ?"

He nodded slowly.

"Well, I can't blame you to be up so late, or early, since I'm myself right here." laughed the teacher.

Yeah, and what the hell are you doing in the street at this hour ?

"Party ?" he asked more diplomatically.

"I was having a video game night with Dan." replied Darren. "Anyway, gotta go or I'll be wasted tomorow, I'm not that young anymore eh !"

Thomas watched him go away. He spent the night with Dan ? Now that he thought about it, his crush had talked about his long time buddy back in town... I don't like this at all. Dan is mine.

Dan Wednesday February 20

"Shouldn't you... urp... be in class ? It's 2 pm. Burp."

Dan slid an hand to his pants, and unbuttonned his zipper. The extra room he got from it made him sigh. His belly expanded freely. He lied back. Being sat was a bit uneasy. His eyes went down to the plate right in front of him. Two more slice of pie. He looked to all the empty plates around. Did I eat that much alone already ?

"I'm not skipping anything important." whispered Thomas. "And I think you need a little help to finish your meal."

The junior looked at him, amused. You enjoy this, right ? His friend was rubbing his distended stomach with expertise. It was very appeasing. Thomas suddenly put a slice right under his nose.

"Don't you smell that ? You want it right ?" he said genuinely.

Dan frowned. He was beyond stuffed, and nearly in a food coma. To be honest, he wasn't thinking straight, and sure, he wanted to eat that pie. He was just too much of a glutton to miss this opportunity. But he wasn't too groggy yet to not notice how much Thomas was into the feeding.

"Please... Can you talk to me normally ?" he asked. "I mean, I get you are taking advantage of my absolute lack of control over my appetite to have fun, but don't treat me like an animal please."

Thomas blushed. It was very unusual, but Dan didn't think about it. He was too focused on his belly.

"Sorry." stumbled the ginger. "I thought it would... help you finish... But if you prefer when I'm not talking I can just..."

"You can talk." cut Dan. "Just, be normal okay ? I don't feel at ease when you're playing a role."

"Sure. I'll be myself. Now, let's finish this pie."

The junior's belly let out a groan which drew Darren's attention.

"Man, you look stuffed."

They were at this one's home since two hours. They had been playing video games and talking about this and that. Despite his already gargantuous lunch, Dan had found himself eating snacks all the afternoon. I stayed completely bloated this whole time... It was more than a urge to be full : stuffed was his natural state now. Thanks god Thomas's parents were buying enough food to feed an army...

"Sorry." he said. "I definitely am."

"Well. I hope you don't mind gaining weight, because you're ballooning pretty fast." laughed Darren.

Thanksfully, it wasn't a jugdment, just a joke. It make Dan more conformtable. I really missed him. He sat up straight with difficulties. I'm not used to my new weight.

"Anyway, Darren there is something I would like to do." he changed the subject. "You know I have a boyfriend ?"

"Yeah ?"

His friend offered him a slice of pizza and a beer. You must be kidding me ? Despite his thought, Dan took it, of course.

"I want you to meet him. You're my best and eldest friend and I'm sure Raphaël will..."

"Raphaël Muller ?" interrupted the chestnut teacher. "Oh my god. You're in love with the God of Soccer ?! I can't believe it."

Darren looked astonished. Well... I know my boyfriend is someone famous. He shook his head for a moment, manifestly surprised.

"Man that's... woah. You want me to meet Raphaël ?"

Suddenly, he opened wide his eyes. Dan was too focused on his distended stomach to notice it, but a  glint of panic crossed Darren's look.

"What about this sunday ? He'll be back in town for a week."

The young teacher didn't answer. He frowned, but when Dan looked at him, he forced a smile.

"Sure thing." he said. "I'm sure it will be great."

Darren was kind of weird. The junior had left his friend an hour ago, and he was going home. Because he was stuffed, he was walking slowly, an hand on his bloated belly. I really need to watch what I eat... He had grown from thin to chubby fast enough. And he was getting seriously fat now. But nobody was helping. Thomas was more than eager to feed him. Darren and Carol were always testing his limits. And himself enjoyed all the food way too much. I don't mind having a belly, but I don't want to be completely out of shape... I'll be ridiculous next to Raphaël. A noise suddenly caught his attention. He glimpsed someone who was breaking into an house. No way... At start, he wanted to call the police, but he recognized the thief... I must be hallucinating...

"Shirley." he hailed her. "What the hell ?"

His sister stopped. She turned towards him and smiled.

"Hi Dan. Looks like you have enjoyed yourself."

"What are you doing ? An old lady live here."

"Yeah, I know that. Look, I just needed a roof for the night. You can't blame me for that, can you ?"

Dan sighed. She was completely out of her mind. She didn't care about the law anymore.

"Sis', I should be calling the police..." he looked at her. "Just come with me."

They walked in silent. Am I doing the right thing ? Thomas wouldn't mind the extra company for one night or two, but it couldn't be a long-run solution.

"You need to stop this bad stuff." he finally said. "You'll be in jail in no time otherwise."

"You worry now ?" she laughed. "You weren't so concerned when mom and dad almost sued me."

"And you weren't nice to me either." he recalled. "Not to mention you tried to charge Raphaël of a fake sexual assault."

She froze. For a second, she looked desesperate, and he regretted his words. But soon enough, she replaced her distress by anger.

"You and your Raphaël... You're so lucky he wants to stay with you. I mean, look at you Dan. You're an average student who barely managed to pass in thrid year. You're dumb, indecisive, and naive. And you're not even good-looking, my dear fat brother. When was the last time you made something good in your life ? Raphaël is a god, a famous player who is idolized in the whole country. How long before he finds someone way better than you huh ? You're here judging me, but you're not better at all, stupid brother !"

And she ran away. Dan looked her outline disappear, both shocked and saddened by her attitude. Why is she so bitter ? Her words crept in his mind. He suddenly felt awful. Ugly and stupid. He recalled Sam and Carol's words. Even Darren called his boyfriend the God of Soccer. Afterall, they were right, weren't they ?. Raphaël was the perfection among humanity. How the hell could he love someone like Dan ?

To be continued

Well, a part focused on Raphaël without the man being physically here.

Thomas got it easy, with two feedee who enjoy his company... (or do they ?). At least, Ilhan is obeying him for now;

Dan’s always been insecure so it’s not suprising he feels that way when everybody tells him how perfect Raphaël is. Now we have to see what he will do about it.

[tancong]

Gency Week: Day 7

And the fic is finally finished along with gency week. I forgot how good it feels to finish a multi-chapter fic. It’s been a really fun week, thank you to all those involved for hosting this wonderful week with all its wonderful prompts. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did~

And now, I return to hell in college with my 5 classes ;u; Perhaps one day, I’ll return to work on my next fic series.

Title: Four Halves Make A Whole Theme: Family Word Count: 1873 Rating: G (for God there’s fluff everywhere)

It would not be for another half-decade or so that they would finally consider starting their own family. Angela was all too busy with the ascension ceremony and her studies about magic, along with learning about everything else that was needed for ruling a kingdom. Her husband was fortunately gifted with the knowledge of the inner workings of the streets, allowing him to appeal to the people rather easily. He had that going for him at least.

She felt bad for making him sit in on so many conferences that he hardly had a clue about, with the council people very purposefully using big words and archaic terms to mess with him. However, Genji was not one to surrender easily, or at all. He studied books after books through the nights with his wife snuggled up to him, knowing that he shouldn’t be a useless burden to her forever.

The day that he very offhandedly dissed a counselor’s use of resources and casually suggested a solution that would eventually come to reform the entire system for the better, he was showered with a lot of kisses after the meeting and rewarded for his cleverness with yet another sleepless night, only without the books.

Eventually, there came a day when they found themselves with a king declaring war on them. Or more specifically, Genji for stealing his wife. It was probably one of the potential suitors she had met who got his head so far up his ass that it actually came back out of his neck again.

That being said, the issue of having a significant kingdom declaring war with them, no matter how opposed their people may be, was still rather serious. There would undoubtedly be a battle or two and might end up ruining both their reputations, not to mention their trade routes and any casualties during the battle.

As such, Genji offered to go there in person and talk the man down. While many of the counselors opposed, having finally gained a respect for their king, he left anyway without regardless of what they had to say. Angela was also left behind, left to pout and mope at being left behind and all alone for the first time in a whole year.

It only really took her three days to recall what exactly her husband was and what he could do. But by then, it was much too late to stop him. However, it was not as if she needed to. In the single day he spent in the capital under disguise, he had found out that the previous king had a much more capable heir who was unfortunate enough to be female and younger than the prince. All that remained was for him to cause the prince to look out the window one night and accidentally fall off. His fault for living in such a high castle.

He was very promptly chastised and met with very angry yelling in their room, before Angela hugged him tightly and told him to never leave her without telling her again. Realizing that the problem was not in his plan for the fact that he abandoned his wife, Genji took all the necessary measures to reassure her that he did love her and that he would do it again. A candlelit dinner, a long bath, and even a new set of undergarments which she very generously modeled for him that night.

They had various problems in the following years, some of which they dealt with peacefully and some which were strangely dealt with by some unfortunate accident or another. He had to do some freelancing assassination for other friendly kingdoms as well, to ensure that everyone didn’t connect the dots between the relation of conflict towards his kingdom and a random death of his adversary.

Eventually, things settled down enough that they began to think more about themselves. They had many advisors and trustworthy men and women helping with every aspect of running the country. While their opinion still greatly mattered as the rulers, having others to contribute different ideas and views was very useful. It was an idea that Genji proposed to the council in an attempt to get people more specialized in different fields as to have a better system of balancing power around the throne. Just one of the many things that he used from his time of being an assassin.

Actually, Reinhardt found himself with a new partner, the retired knight turned assassin. They ended up working together as instructors and advisors of the army. With them and Genji, Angela had never felt the need to fear for her life. There was only one occasion when an assassin tried to hurt her. In the time it took for her magic to detect the hostile presence, her two veteran bodyguards had already drawn their swords and her husband was already busy pinning the culprit against a wall to interrogate him about his employer.

And so, they decided to have a child. Actually, they ended up having two. After their first child had been around for a year, they realized how wonderful it was and wasted no time in having another one. The elder one was female, who had a talent for finding her dad despite him utilizing various assassin skills to hide during hide-and-seek. Eventually, he resorted to climbing on top of the roof, much to the amusement of his wife, only for them both to realize that their daughter had inherited flight. Even if only temporarily.

After a near accident that gave them a nostalgic reminder of their past, they began to teach her how to use her skills in earnest. Much to her mother’s disappointment, she took more to her father, opting to learn various combat skills after seeing him practice.

As such, the castle staff soon found out about Genji’s past, something that he had kept hidden from them all that time. It was inevitable that they would question how the eldest child of the Shimada bloodline managed to evade etiquette lesson and got access to the kitchen 24/7.

As for their second child, he was the opposite. Somewhat reserved and opting to be more studious, he stayed by his mother’s side and watched as she used various magic to restrain her rampant daughter and heal up wounds. They soon found that he had a large potential for magic, being able to use the same magic as his mother despite still being quite young.

The two children got along as well as any siblings would, with bickering and bullying aplenty. However, they looked out for each other. Before the younger would gain his confidence as a magician as a young man, his older sister did not hold back a punch to defend him. They were allowed to go to a public academy under the watch of Reinhardt’s friend, though he was hardly needed for their protection. It turned out that the kingdom loved the two children to death, so much so that talking badly about them in the slightest at a bar would be enough to start a brawl. No one wanted to harm them and they got to enjoy the academy as anyone would.

Angela was glad that they got to experience life as kids, not as royalties. She had always been sheltered and felt that life was always so empty before Genji came along. Their children got to experience it all. Crushes, bullying, terrible education rectified by superb tutoring at home, shitty food, and most importantly of all, friendships. It only took their parents a talk with the academy administrator, a close friend of Angela’s father, and the kids proving their own worth for others to see them not as the children of the throne but as children.

Eventually, they grew up and became close to being adults. They began to learn more about their parents' jobs, though it was obviously the younger one who was more studious and diligent in learning about everything.

“Sis, I thought I would find you here. I didn’t even have to use magic this time. Now, will you come to the lesson?”

She simply pouted, flipping backward off the rafters to hang upside down to look at her younger brother. “But it’s so terribly boring. It’s the weekend and I want to go out to see my old friends. I bet they’re out doing something fun, like uhm .. preparing for the festival!”

At the excitement of recalling the upcoming festival, she found herself falling off, only to be caught inches from hitting the ground with a sigh from the brother. “Isn’t it the elder one’s job to watch out for their sibling, not vice versa?” he thought to himself.

“In any case, I’m aware that you have some poor innocent soul that you somehow convinced to go with you but you should ask mom and dad first, should you not?”

“They said it would be fin- Wait what do you mean poor innocent soul? What’s wrong with me asking my best friend to come to the festival with me?”

“Because I know for sure that even if the fireworks went off a million times, you’d never confess your feelings to her.”

There was a silence before the older sister’s cheeks would heat up, punching her sibling’s chest repeatedly (albeit gently, at least by her standards). “H-How do you know about that?? You better not tell mom and dad.”

The younger brother simply smirked, “I took a wild guess. Oh boy, she is really going to suffer isn’t she? The poor girl has been hopelessly in love with you for what … a year now?”

She simply sat there brooding for a bit over that thought before her eyes regained their fire. “Oh, as if you’d be making a move on that girl you like. What was her name again … Elenia?”

His eyes widened, looking around in panic before grabbing his sister by the collar, “Where did you get that name? I was sure we never even talked anywhere near you.”

“Your diary could use a slightly better magical lock and a better hiding place than under the false bottom of your desk drawer.”

Genji would later relay all this information to his wife, who would laugh and hug him tightly, talking with each other through the night about their memories. About all their secret meetings and endeavors, their strange meeting, and that wonderful festival that they could never forget.

Theirs was a strange life led by a strange fate. A princess whose life felt dictated by a single path by her heritage, all but resigned to her fate as being a pretty face for some unworthy prince to claim. An assassin whose life existed in only absolutes, kill or be killed, and the cold, merciless solitude of his path. In a single failed assassination, they found themselves in a brand new life that they could have never imagined. A life of happiness and fulfillment. One where they would never have to spend another night alone or afraid. A life where they could live with their children, watching them grow and become the next chapter of their family’s story.

The love story of a princess and her assassin.

[musicallisto]

Hi❤️ Can I have a ship w/TMR & HP(male), pls? I’m 5'7,have a long black hair,dark eyes,fair skin. I'm ENFJ,the eldest of 4,making me reliable & a good leader. Very caring,affectionate,kind,strong both physically & mentally,competitive & fearless. I'm a good listener so as a good adviser. I adore animals,children & LOVE cuddling,skinship,coffee,theme park & advanturous things.I hate heat & worst w/directions. I'm always there for my sis. Smile's always on my face & I hope everyone can smile,too.

(Thank you so much and take your time with my ship if you’re too busy, I understand! Hwaiting ♥ I’m supporting you~ 🌹🌷🌺💐🌼🌻 I hope you have a lovely day filled with happiness, smiles and love.❤️❤️❤️)

I Ship You With…

T H O M A S

• If Thomas had to describe in one word everything he felt when he looked at you, it would be admiration. He was completely mesmerized by the way you moved, the way you talked, how good of a leader you were, how everyone seemed to rely on you, how you were so tender and yet so brave, how you were so altruistic and generous, how you were determined to save everyone no matter the price. It was what drew him to you. Your personalities were so alike in many ways. Although you weren’t one of the official leaders in Group B, you quickly became the head of the operations because the girls soon realized how good you were at taking the lead, scheming and making plans, and leading people to victory. You were a rebel, a fighter, and Thomas loved that about you. You didn’t try to talk him down, to tell him what he was doing was worthless. You believed in him and he believed in you, and it was enough for the both of you, despite all the death and the chaos surrounding you. You showed your utmost potential in the Scorch: you were an absolute badass, saving Thomas and the others Gladers several times. Your fearless and commander nature was Thomas’s favorite thing about you.

• Besides being one of the strongest and most physically capable ones in the Group, you also valued intelligence a lot, so it was very important for you to keep doing mental puzzles and things like that after all the situation died down. You taught Thomas how to play chess and even if he didn’t understand a lot at the beginning, he was more than happy to play with you. It often ended up in Thomas being frustrated because you won extremely easily, in only a few minutes, and he didn’t understand how you did it. You laughed and told him that he was just really bad at that game, and you wondered why WICKED had even bothered studying his brain. He smiled light-heartedly; your little jokes never failed to bring a smile to his lips, no matter how pained he was by all those he had lost. Evenings in Paradise were spent playing chess on a makeshift board as the sun was dying down behind the horizon on your right, and it was peaceful and quiet: everything you wanted and deserved after the trials.

• Since you loved children a lot, you tried to convince Thomas to have some of your own, years after the dreadful events of the Maze and the Scorch. He was skeptical at the beginning, not wanting his children to live and to be raised in a world so dark, a world so cold, but you told him how amazing of a father he would be and how incredible the kid would feel having a dad like him, and eventually, after a few months of asking and persuading, he accepted. Your first born child, a boy, was named Newt. It felt like a proper tribute to your best friend, and although you wished he could be there to see his small alter ego, you were filled with happiness with your little family. Thomas turned out to be a really good father, treating his child with respect, love, and being firm when he needed to. Sometimes, you could hear Thomas’s voice crack when he called your son by his name, but you shared a comforting look and he smiled lightly. Everything was going to be alright.

M I N H O

• Minho must be your best friend, there is no discussion here and it seems OBVIOUS to me that you two fit each other perfectly. Like honestly I don’t see a romantic relationship between the two of you but sign me up for the bff stuff. You both get so competitive and teasing when you are around each other, especially because you were both the best runners in your respective Mazes, and Minho can’t have his ego beaten by *cough* “a girl” (he regrets those words as soon as he realizes that you’re indeed going to beat him God knows how and that you’re actually one helluva girl). You’re always throwing snarky comments at each other and being what others would think is nasty, but you both know it’s just for the laughs and it’s your way of being affectionate.

• HOWEVER, as soon as the other is in danger, shit gets wild. When Minho is threatened by WICKED because of his immune condition, you’re the first one to react and try your best to protect him, and Minho would be the quicket to jump in front of danger to protect you (I mean, Thomas would too, because they’re both such hotheads). Sometimes, and especially in the Scorch, when everything seems desperate and after Minho gets hit by the thunderbolt, his playful banter slowly turns to more philosophical and deeper conversations that he shares with you at night around a bonfire. At first, you’re taken aback, because it’s a side of Minho that you don’t know, or are not used to seeing. You find some stupid joke to make because seeing your lively best friend so down in the dumps is very frustrating, and he uncontrollably laughs because you know him so well. He’s uncapable of keeping a frown when you’re around.

• After the Scorch and all the Flare shit, when life goes back to normal, you suddenly realize that animals must have suffered as much as humans, if not more, and you instantly find a new goal: adopt and care for any stray animal that you find near Paradise or on the roads. And every g o d d a m n time you see a wounded racoon or a pathetic-looking dog, you must take it in, to the great displeasure of Minho who doesn’t understand that fascination at all. From his point of view, it’s already hard enough to keep humans alive, let alone furballs. However, when you pick a little blind in one eye kitten, pleading eyeing Minho with his only blue orb, and literally shove him under his nose, he can’t help sighing and agreeing with you. From that day, he helps you put up an animal shelter in Paradise and surprisingly becomes the most whipped and gaga in front of the baby animals.

J A M E S   S I R I U S   P O T T E R

(faceclaim: Blake Steven)• So you didn’t specify which era you wanted so I thought you were okay with any, and I never wrote anything about Next Gen (actually, yes, I did. I wrote a Lorcan x Rose fanfic years ago and it was actually quite decent. It was called Kiss From A Rose bc, yanno, the song and the wordplay, rose, haha, lol, so funny 10/10) so I thought why not? So you two would be King and Queen of mischief™ just like the two amazing bastards he was named after. You may not be the most malicious, and that’s exactly why you make an excellent duo: teachers never suspect you because they know how intelligent, mature and responsible you are, and therefore would never do anything as childish and frivolous as putting pranks on people, right? but they fail to remember that you are dating James Sirius Potter, grandson of James Potter and nephew of Fred and George Weasley. (actually, McGonagall knows very well what’s going on, but she doesn’t interfere a lot because she misses the lively and funny atmosphere in the castle from the Marauders time, or the twins time).

• Soooo many dares, tournaments and stupid challenges between the two of you. At first, they were light-hearted and simple, nothing too extravagant, like “I bet you can’t eat two turkeys in one dinner!”, but as days went on and neither backed down, it escalated until it reached the point of “One hundred Galleons if you dye Professor Longbottom’s hair green in his sleep”. You always come up with the w o r s t dare ideas, or at least the most maleficent, and the thing is James Sirius always executes them. He never backs down from a challenge or dare, partly because it amuses him a lot and partly because he doesn’t want to be seen as cowardly. When you fear it’s going too far (because you have the most common sense, so even if you find it funny, you know when it’s time to stop and be serious), you tell him that it’s okay if he doesn’t do it, and it will absolutely not degrade his reputation or the way you view him, but once he has an idea in mind, he doesn’t let it go. Which leads him to detention quite a handful of times per semester, and as a consequence he receives a lot of Howlers while you’re laughing on the other side of the table.

• Because you both adore animals, and because that kind of stuff seems to run in your blood, you decide during your fifth year to become Animaguses, or at least attempt to do it. It takes a lot of months of preparation, and at first, you are very intimidated by the processus, but James Sirius convinces you to try to do it with him because it will be so much fun and imagine the endless possibilities if you can transform into an animal at will! Finally, after months and months of bizarre spells and disgusting concoctions, after several times escaping from detention because you were brewing potions after hours in the bathrooms, you finally manage to make it. It’s very confusing at first to change shape and become an animal, and not knowing what animal you would change into when you first transformed was very stressful, but after a lot of practice and training, it became easier and easier to get used to changing into an animal, and you could use that new, secret ability to meet with him without anyone knowing.

T E D D Y   L U P I N

(faceclaim: Chace Crawford)• So despite being much older than you both and therefore leaving Hogwarts years before you, Teddy is your best friend because of his mischievous, happy-go-lucky nature that really mirrors James Sirius’s personality. You get to hang out with him a lot, because he is a very good friend of the Potters, and also because you get on well with Victoire too. He is your favorite partner in crime and when he gets a prank idea to pull on someone in the castle and James Sirius is there to follow him, he basically is unstoppable. Your trio is very well known in Hogwarts when Teddy is still attending because of your creative jokes and pranks, and, to tell the truth, a little feared.

• Even after Teddy leaves Hogwarts, you still are in touch with him and talk a lot via letters. You tell him everything that’s going in Hogwarts, the classes, your friends, your family, gossip about the professors and the students, every little thing that he never would have thought he would miss when he was a student himself. He’s the only person you tell about your Animagus journey, and he’s very impressed because he knows it’s a very advanced form of magic and few wizards are ever capable of doing so. He doesn’t need it, obviously, but he loves hearing stories about your adventures and animal escapades nonetheless. Your letters are always the highlight of his days because he loves hearing from you and James Sirius and you are the closest thing he’s ever had to a brother and a sister. He loves hearing from you, your friends and your handwriting always reminds him of the times when you would spend days scheming jinxes and hexes to traumatize the poor other students.

• During the holidays, instead of staying at Hogwarts that becomes completely empty and dull, you would go back to the city and spend one week with your family and the other with the Potters, who basically adopted you as their second daughter. You love spending days with them because most of the time, the Weasleys and Teddy are there too, and it’s one giant family gathering where everyone knows each other and everyone gets along. You usually take long walks in the countryside with your best friend, trying to catch up the time you’ve spent without talking to each other, laughing and running in the corn fields, laying in the grass and laughing at the clouds that ominously look like McGonagall, or that Malfoy kid, reaching a pond and pushing a fully-clothed Teddy in there, then fleeing from the crime scene under his infuriated shouts… You’re so grateful for your friends and the amazing family that took you under its wing.

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Playlist

Muse - Knights of Cydonia

Martin Garrix - Virus (How About Now)

Eminem - Not Afraid

The Cab - Angel With A Shotgun

(the playlist & moodboard are mostly TMR related, but I was much more inspired, hope you don’t mind!)

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Personal rant-- Long af just ignore this pls

Ok so like i have a highly dysfunctional family-- my dad works out of my country but he never pays anything for us; not even school/college fees for me and my sis and so on. My mother also used to work outside and used to give the whole fam financial support but now she's retired. Mom and Dad haven't talked to each other for over 20 days. Mom has a stress facture in her ankle and has trouble walking. She also once fainted at her workplace but Dad still doesn't care. Dad has never done anything for us yet he says he loves us and so on and moreover he used to ask mom for money now and then. My relatives aren't nice either-- my mom has three sisters out of which she's the eldest one and the second probably doesnt even know we exist and ive never seen her and she's out somewhere in libya and the third is very selfish and has a lot of pride and the last fourth one is a fucking bitch-- always cynical and backbites and shit. My grandmother is also selfish and arrogant and does not let a week pass by without creating problems. I think I have depression-- no i KNOW i have depression and that's not because ive had the symptoms for just a week-- ive been like this for over 3 years or more. Moreover I cut myself first when I was 11 and even now people tend to think we are just following an internet trend. I also know I have depersonalization-derealization disorder because I have the symptoms. I wasnt able to tell my mother that i even had depression so i made my sis tell her (she found out by accident because she saw my scars) and my mother didnt really talk to me about it and instead took my symptoms (headaches & mood swings + hypersomnia; sis didnt go into much detail) as something that was not related to my mental disorder and said "Change yourself". I had stayed away from my family for over two and a half years to study alone with my grandmother and my fourth aunt and they are very toxic kind of people-- they remain nice and suddenly stab you with knives out of nowhere. I've suffered a lot because of them and because of the toxic classmates I had in 10th grade-- I made no friends there. i cant tell my mom because she already worries too much. But she sometimes screams at me if i make a small mistake and cusses and takes out the anger and frustration of other people on me. I always thought that we are a family so who would we scream at if not at each other-- understanding and shit you know. But when I feel suffocated and so fucking horrible inside i dont tell that to anyone so if I get even slightly irritated-- my mom cannot tolerate that either. She's a very meticulous person so I try to live up to her expectations and sometimes I really wish she'd at least say "well done". It really hurts honestly. It hurts a lot. I didnt want to burden her with my problems so I never said anything. She always talks about how she has suffered and what not. If she was bring irritated with me (which is very often), and i told her to not cause too many problems because I already deal with a lot She'd say-- (no she HAS actually already told me)-- What "problems" do you even have huh? Honestly, I try to keep up with this family. But I just really want to die. I dont know why my family has to be like this. I have friends now and I am a senior and all my friends always talk about stories about the funny moments theyve had with their parents and what not while I have none. I always keep a straight face when mom tells me about how awful dad is. It really hurts because our relationships are so strained that it makes me want to cry when I see other people's parents loving their kids and having a happy family overall. I dont even remember the last time we all sat together and laughed. I always help people but even now I dont know how to ask for help. These past years all I have done is cry behind locked doors, put on fake smiles and cut myself almost every single day. When I look at myself in the mirror, I don't recognize myself and I don't feel like I am me or I am my own person. "So this is how I look like to other people" is the first thought that comes to mind. Because I was so alone I made online friends but most of them were toxic too and its amazing how I have not killed myself yet. I dont like how my face looks and maybe I am the only one who is not happy with her skin color. I know it shouldnt bother me but I am slightly chubby, have acne (almost no one in my class has that) and I am brown. I try to think positively but it feels so fake and i get even more frustrated with myself. When i cut myself i (almost never) bleed but it leaves scars that takes months to heal even small scratches but even now my left arm is slightly discolored. My mom wants dad to provide us with financial support and so she tells us to indirectly take out the money from him like some sort of a politician. Why. Is this how the relations in a family work? I have to act like i am not affected by any of this because i dont want to make problems for my mother. But neither does she have time for me nor does she care enough. You know, I would live on streets and have diseases if that meant that I would have someone who would understand me. Even from when I was young, my sister was in another country and mom and dad were almost always out for work and i would be left with my maids. I have never had anyone to emotionally connect with. I really want to help and even though I am so talkative-- the words that are important to say never come out. When I talk to people, I don't recognize my voice and if I do, it feels very fake and i dont even like the words coming out of my mouth. I have become so mentally unstable that I became so hostile to an extent that I was about to attack my mother and thought to just kill her right then and there and the next day while she was talking to me, i just thought "this was the person i wanted to kill huh?" and that really scared me. I have never felt any love from my mom's side and have never emotionally connected with her so at this point I don't know how it feels to have a mother or a father. It's the same as being an orphan for me. Even surrounded by people, I feel alone. I hate that I cant say something simple like "I am in pain and I want you to help me". Whenever I get really angry or frustrated, if I dont cut myself, I either dont eat or I just become very violent with myself. I think maybe I just tend to introspect a lot (if thats what its called). When i finally did tell someone (a net friend) that i had depression, he just said 'you dont have depression' and when i was trying to console his friend and just told him that yanno i had depression but shit happens so you shouldnt feel so down and stuff, he (not his friend) made a group with me and my sister and said that i wanted attention so i keep telling everyone that i had depression. It was a long time ago but i still remember all of it. I remember how my mother slapped me once so hard that my cheek turned blue when it wasnt even my fault. I remember she was hitting me with some pole for something I had not done. Once she even told me "why did i even give birth to you" when she wanted me to just check out a dress and show it to her and dad and i just had a straight face on and that annoyed her cuz it looked gloomy or my annoyed face and shit. It has always been easier for her to tell others she is suffering and to scream at me and call me a bitch and other things whenever she feels like and wants to. She has never said sorry to me and almost all the times i have kept quite and i never told her about how i had felt like shit and wanted to cry and had suicidal thoughts almost all the time. All I have been made to feel is that its my fault and i have even tried to stand up for myself but no one ever listens to me or cares at all. Even now presently i am hiding my tears for some fucking dumbass reason that I dont want my mom to see it because if i tell her to leave me alone she will not listen. When i get like this and feel suffocated, I avoid eye contact because it would feel so intrusive if someone looked at me straight in the eye and found out all my deepest dark secrets. I am not the positive, helpful, happy, funny, talkative friend/person that I show to others because its all just a facade to hide the fact that i am actually a very pessimistic and cold type of person. I know i would have the coldest eyes if I ever showed that self. I envy people who are happy and have happy lives and I despise and hate so much that I want the people who hurt me to suffer so much that theyd want to die. And some times i hate everyone and want them all to die. At this point i dont care if my family dies because it feels as if they are just some people i know. My mother has just become an annoying roommate who demands more respect than is to be given to the average person is all. I dont feel like i have any relation with my father. Me and my sister's relationship is the "so close yet so far away". Yes, I am trash and an overall disgusting person who can never be as good as others nor be able to give others happiness or make things better for anyone and cant do anything except create more problems for everyone and cant help but sometimes be too nice to people so much so that i get hurt and so i become a little too cruel which again fills me with guilt and there is no in-between. I really just want to kill myself because maybe it'll do someone some good and if not.. then its still fine, I wouldnt care because I would be dead by then anyway.

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Rehearsal (part two of normal for once)

Normal for once

“Hi my name is (First Name) (Last Name) and I’m auditioning for the part of Dean Winchester. Thank you.” You slate, you then start performing the small monologue that you had to slightly memorize before walking into the audition. “Thank you.” You say at the end of the monologue with a small bow. You feel like you portrayed Dean’s character well, considering the fact that you live with him… but you won’t know what part you get until after callbacks and the leads of the play has been posted.

After the two days of auditions are over you check the callback list… you’re taken by surprise when you see the fact that your name is under a character name on the list. When you read the character’s name you start cracking up. The character you have a callback for is YOU. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 “Hi I’m (First Name) (Last Name) and I’ll be portraying the part of Y/N Winchester. Thank you.” You slate during your callback. You take a deep breath pretending to get into character you then start the monologue. “What did you expect it to be… a man eating rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or even a cyclops for that matter? I could’ve died tonight because of that stunt… oh do not give me that look, you know exactly what I mean. I’m not going to calm down, you used me as bait and nearly got me killed! Forget it, I’m going back to my brothers… they won’t get me killed on purpose…” At the end of the monologue you say a thank you letting the director know that you were done with the scene.

The song you have to sing to finish your audition is one you know by heart- the song happens to be (favorite song). The theatre teacher tells you when results will be posted amongst a few other things. You’re all full of nerves when the final cast list is posted- you start with the extras and well your name isn’t there, nervously you scan the leads… and your heart skips a beat when you find your name and what character you got… Y/N Winchester. You got the part of yourself and you have no idea how you should feel.

“Sam! Dean!” You say when you get home from school. The tone of your voice makes Sam and Dean come running out of the library. “Whoa, slow down there- I’m not in trouble… I have something to tell you though.”

“And that is?” Dean asks.

“I got a lead!” Sam gives you a high five and asks you which part, you unintentionally told them the play earlier then you wanted. You rub the back of your neck nervously. “I auditioned for Dean…”

“Oh hell no, that is a bit too personal. Even for you Y/N.” Dean interrupts. He said the exact same thing when you told him what the play was going to be. You roll your eyes.

“I wasn’t finished Dean… I auditioned for Dean, but I got Y/N aka me instead.” You state as you fold your arms, looking all defensive. Dean looks slightly embarrassed.

“That’s weirdly awesome.” Sam says easing the tension in the room, you crack a small smile and slowly lose the defensive look. “Okay are you going to tell us who is portraying the part of us?”

“I don’t know what they look like but I know their names: James, Jared, Colin and Mark.” Your brothers roll their hands asking for you to elaborate. “James got the part of Dean, Jared got the part of Sam, Colin is Cas and Mark is Crowley.” 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 In your theatre class, this kid that looks a lot like Sam walks over to you. The kid introduces himself as Jared. “Nice to meet you Jared, I’m Y/N. This might seem like an odd question but are you in the play?”

“It’s not an odd question when you’re a theatre kid.” Jared replies. You laugh. “And to answer your question, yes. I got the part of Sam.”

“That makes you my brother.” Jared looks confused. “I got the part of Y/N. According to the synopsis of the play Sam Dean and Y/N are siblings.” You explain.

“Oh that makes sense. And that is fairly ironic- your character’s name is Y/N and your name is Y/N.” Once again you laugh a little bit. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 You meet Mark and Colin in your history class- Mark’s complaining about getting the role of Crowley. “What’s wrong with Crowley? He’s pretty cool.” You say. “I’m Y/N in the play.”

“I’m Mark, and that’s Colin… what’s your real name?” Mark replies. He looks a little bit like Crowley, and Colin looks a little bit like Cas.

“Ironically enough, my real name is Y/N.”

“You’re kidding!” Colin exclaims.

“Nope.”

“Either it was on purpose or purely coincidental.” Mark says. He then checks his watch. “We might want to go sit down… the bell is about to ring.” You and Colin agree, and do just that. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 You, Mark, and Colin head to lunch after class, the three of you meet up with Jared. “I didn’t know you had this lunch Y/N.” Jared says when he sees you.

“To be fair I didn’t know you had this lunch either. Oh yeah Jared, meet Colin and Mark- aka Crowley and Cas. Colin and Mark meet Jared aka Sam.” You reply. “If you guys want to you can sit with me and my friends.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Mark says.

“Yes I do, I want to get to know you three before the play.” Your new friends laugh. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 After school you’re talking with Colin, Mark and Jared when you see some kids bullying a kid… and well that doesn’t sit well with you. “Y/N wait!” Jared yells when you run over to the kid being bullied.

“She’s going to do something stupid isn’t she?” Mark asks, he then notices who is the victim getting bullied. “Dammit James!” He says before running after you. Colin and Jared run after him.

“Leave him alone!” You growl at the bullies.

“Stay out of this pipsqueak, this is between us and him.” A bully says as he cracks his knuckles.

“That is not intimidating. Besides there’s one thing you should know about me, I have one hell of a (writing hand) hook.” You say folding your arms. That came out of your mouth so naturally it didn’t even register that you just said a line from the play.

“Bullshit.” The bully walks towards you with a menacing look in his eyes. A few seconds later you have the bully against the wall with his left arm painfully behind his back.

“If I see you bully him ever again, I will break your arm.” You harshly warn before letting him up. The bully looks at you with a little bit of fear in his eyes. “I would get out of here before I fulfil that threat early.”

“You weren’t kidding were you?” Jared asks once the bully leaves the scene.

“I was far from kidding Jared.” You reply. “You okay kid?” The kid nods.

“James you told me he stopped.” Mark says with a sigh.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” The kid, James, replies.

“Dude, I’m your older brother it’s kinda my job to worry about you.” James hangs his head with a sigh. Mark introduces you and Jared to James, you also find out that James got the part of Dean in the play. Before you can get to really know James you hear the impala pull into the parking lot.

“That’s my ride…” You say. “I’ll see you boys tomorrow.”

“See ya Y/N.” Your four new friends reply. You shoulder your bag and walk over to the impala. You throw your bag into the backseat and sit in shotgun.

“Those guys weren’t hitting on you were they?” Dean asks as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“No, those guys are actually some of my cast members.” You answer. “And I find this odd, the kid who got your part is the youngest out of the five of us and he happens to be the younger brother of Crowley’s actor.” 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 “Could you two help me memorize?” You ask your brothers when you get the script.

“Who starts the play?” Dean asks in response. You open the script to the first page and plop down on the couch next to Sam.

“That would be Dean… you two are having a conversation in the impala while I’m zonked out in the backseat.”

“Well that is typical of you sis… fork it.” You roll your eyes before handing your eldest brother the script. He then starts to read aloud. Once his lines are said he passes the script to Sam. “Y/N! Get your boots off the top of the seat!” Dean says when he gets the script back, that was your cue. You signal Dean to pass you the script.

“Jeez what got up your ass?” You ask sounding exasperated. “I swear you care more for Baby then your own kin.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.” Dean says as he walks over to you and reads over your shoulder.

“It’s true though.” You then hand Sam the script because he has a line.

“Will you two stop?” He asks, before setting down the script on the coffee table. “I’ll be back.” Your moose of a brother stands up before walking out of the room towards the bathroom.

“Don’t fall in!” You say loud enough for Sam to hear you down the hall. You’re fairly sure that Sam rolled his eyes at that comment.

“If I do, I’m taking you with me.” You and Dean start cracking up. The terms don’t fall in and if I do I’m taking you with me, have been a running joke between you and your brothers for years. You don’t remember why it became a joke in the first place- you do however remember the situation that was going on when those terms were first said and who said them.

Those two terms were first said on a hunt in Wisconsin. That particular hunt happened long before Cas showed up your lives, in fact it was one of the first hunts that happened after dad went missing and you and Dean got Sam from Stanford… Sam told you not to fall into the lake, and being five you just looked at him with innocent eyes and said that if you went into the lake Sam was coming with you. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 During rehearsal you notice that James is acting more like Sam then Dean; Jared’s acting more like Dean then Sam; Mark is more Cas like and Colin is more Crowley. “Hey guys, I know the people that our characters in the play were based on…” You say one day at lunch, as you rub the back of your neck. “And no offense to you but you guys aren’t really portraying Sam, Dean, Crowley and Cas right.”

“You personally know the people our characters are based off of?” Mark asks. You nod. “So what do you mean we’re not portraying them right?”

“Well its just that you got the personalities swapped. Jared is acting more like Dean, James is acting like Sam, Colin is basically playing Crowley and you’re playing Cas.” Your friends look confused.

“Y/N has a point, I’ve met the people she’s talking about. And you four swapped personalities.” (B/F/N) says as she sits down at the lunch table with everyone. You joked with (B/F/N) that she’d get the part of Rowena because her roll as a witch in Wizard of Oz- she didn’t get Rowena’s part though, she got the part of Meg.

“You know what- I could pull some strings to help you four get your characters right.”

“I have a feeling a ‘but’ is coming.” Mark says.

“There is. You guys better not be blabbermouths about this okay.” You pull out your phone and your friends see the anti-possession symbol as your wallpaper, but they don’t say anything about it because you brought up a certain photo. “These are the real Sam, Dean Cas and Crowley.” You point to each person when you say their names.

“I don’t even think that we’re even the right heights to be these guys.” James says. Causing you and (B/F/N) to laugh.

“James height doesn’t matter, your character matters. If you get Dean’s character spot on that will make all the difference.”

“Thanks Y/N.” James smiles slightly. “You haven’t told us who the real Y/N is though.” Your stomach drops you should’ve figured that question would pop up. You sigh and run a hand through your hair mussing it up.

“Well Y/N doesn’t have a photo of the real Y/N Winchester on her phone… you see Y/N Winchester disappeared years ago. Supposedly she’s our age, but no one knows if she is alive or not.” (B/F/N) says coming to your rescue and that also means you need to buy her food. Damn.

“True, Y/N Winchester and I happened to be great friends before she vanished. I was always spending time with the Winchesters. I still do but it’s not the same- Sam and Dean don’t call me by (initials) anymore. They used to do that so they wouldn’t confuse us.” You add in, saying a very convincing lie. It was so convincing that (B/F/N) tells you after school that if she didn’t know the truth she would’ve believed it. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 “Got a bit of a situation.” You say when you get back to the bunker.

“And that is?” Sam asks arching a brow.

“The guys got the personalities of their characters wrong.” You got into the habit of calling James, Jared, Colin and Mark 'the guys’ it’s a good way to keep everyone straight. “So I told them I know the real Winchesters- so when James asked about me (B/F/N) decided to say that Y/N Winchester disappeared years ago.” Sam and Dean start dying with laughter.

When learning the songs the choir teacher liked to pick on you- not in a bad way, they were doing it praisingly. The theatre teacher did it too because you were off the book within three weeks while Colin, James, Jared and Mark still had the scripts in hand a month into everything. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 “What are you two idjits doing here?” You ask, when Sam and Dean randomly show up during practice one day.

“What can’t we stop by and say hello to you?” Dean replies. You roll your eyes.

“Hilarious Dean-o.”

“Hey Y/N aren’t you supposed to be on stage with us?” Mark asks as he hops off the stage’s apron. He then walks over to you.

“Not this instant. My cue for this scene is when Sam says the mark is affecting you Dean.” You reply looking at him. Mark glances at his script and sighs. “You know my offer still stands about helping you guys memorize.”

“Have you met my brother? He’s just as pigheaded as Dean.” You know that Mark is referring to Dean’s character in the play, but your brothers don’t know that.

“I am not pigheaded.” Dean says clearly offended. You turn your head and body toward your eldest brother arching an eyebrow.

“I beg to differ.” You retort. “And we weren’t talking about you Dean, we were referring to the Dean in the play…”

“Y/N you’re needed on stage.” Mark interrupts. You run onstage just as Sam/Jared was saying his line. Dean/James grabs your arm, it wasn’t hard though… James learned his lesson the hard way. When the director was first blocking this scene he grabbed you hard enough that your instincts kicked in. You elbowed James in the ribs and then flipped him on his back… the director loved it so much that they incorporated it into the blocking.

“Dean, let our sister go.” Sam/Jared says as you flip Dean/James on his back.

“I can take care of myself Sam. I’m a hunter too you know.” You state. Mark/Crowley walks out on stage. “Well well well if it isn’t the d-bag galore. What brings you here oh king of Hell?”

“Can you be anymore sarcastic?” Mark/Crowley retorts.

“Hello, Winchester.” You do the action that Gabriel did when he said- hello trickster. Your friends try not to break character each time you say that line you become a sass queen.

“Y/N, do you have to do that every single time?” Jared asks completely breaking character.

“I could be even more sassy if you want me too.” You reply.

“No!” All of boys reply at the same time. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 Eventually the other leads give in and take up your offer on helping them memorize. You told Sam and Dean ahead of a time that the guys were coming over.

There is a knock on the bunker door. “I’ll get it.” You say setting down your book and putting your gun in the waist band of your pants. You then answer the door and there are your four friends.

“Hey Y/N.” Mark says. His eyes then notice the gun. “Is that a firearm?”

“Yes… sorry, it’s a rule you don’t open the door unless you have a weapon on you. Also uh don’t be surprised if Sam and Dean see if you four are human.”

“What does that mean?” James asks.

“I’ll explain once all of us are inside.” Once inside you lead your friends down to the library. Sam is on his laptop and Dean is almost asleep. You decide to be a bit of a troll, you then turn up the volume on your phone and ask Mark to text you.

Mark is slightly confused but he does so two seconds later your screaming goat notification goes off startling your brothers. “Damn it Y/N.” Dean says. “I really wish you’d change that.”

“Why it’s so fun to make you jump. Anyways the guys are here so I can help them memorize.”

“That works.” 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 While you are helping your friends memorize their lines, Crowley randomly shows up in the library, ironically enough you were on one of your many sass the king of hell lines. “Really Y/N?” Crowley asks after you say your line scaring the ever loving shit out of you.

“Fucking hell Crowley don’t do that.” You say turning to face the demon, who doesn’t look amused.

“Uh Y/N… I thought that line came later in the play.” Mark says. You look at your friend and chuckle.

“I wasn’t talking to you Mark… that one was strictly for the actual ruler of hell.”

“Oh okay… my fault.” He pulls out a quarter and puts it on the coffee table. The five of you had a game going on that whenever someone messed up or broke character they’d have to put some money in the middle of all five of you and whoever messes up/breaks character the least wins the money.

“What is going on?” Crowley asks, clearly confused. You put a slightly crumpled dollar on the table then turn to face Crowley. You then explain the school is putting on Supernatural the musical.

-to be continued-