#realtor calls me on the way home very shaken and tells me

[haliasjane]

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[michaelreaderreblog]

My truemate pt2

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“Hey sweet cheeks, nice scent you have. How about giving me a taste right now” He says while pulling you away from your brothers.

“What the hell gives you the right to come at me like that huh?” You bark back as you pull away from his tight embrace.

“You disrespectful little slut shouldnt talk back to an Alpha” As he yells, your brothers turn around to find you missing from their side and immediately rush to your side right away.

“Exactly what she said, what the hell gives you the damn right to touch her. If she doesnt like it than leave her the hell alone” Dean growls back, and showing no signs of backing down from the creep of an Alpha.

Sam has you hidden behind him while Dean is sizing him up and it works, no one ever dared to start a fight with your older brother well your brothers in general.

As the Alpha backs down is when the manager of the place comes out to the floor, he is this tall, scruffy looking and the most gorgeous blue eyes you have ever seen and his scent gives him away which is not surprising he is an Alpha.

“ROMAN!!!! How many times have I told you? You harass my customers again I will throw you out on your ass and never let you back in” He says with authority in his voice and that ruffles a bit of your feathers but sure hope that wouldnt be that obvious.

“Oh c'mon Benny! With that fine piece of Omega ass you have to give me this one acceptance” Roman creepily locks eyes with you but you stay hidden behind Sam and as you stand there you begin to feel completely violated.

“Hey, hey, hey, I got you ok, I've got you” He says as he pulls you into his arms. Sam senses your fear and about to walk in the direction of the front entrance.

“Hey sweet heart ditch the moose and meet me out back” Thats when Dean throws the first punch and tackles him to the floor. The manager and another customer get Dean off of the creep he tackled.

“Michael, get Roman out of here before this guy kills him” The manager says as he has his hold on Dean but wouldnt be long before he will break that hold and tackle Roman again. Michael takes him out the door and makes sure he doesnt go any where near you.

“Oh c'mon Mikey, I know how to share. You can have her after Im done with her or we can both have her at the same time. Looks like she can handle two knots at the same time.” The creep looks to Michael with an evil grin on his face. Sam is about to punch the creep square in the face when Michael cuts him off and he does instead.

“THATS NOT HOW YOU SPEAK OF A PERSON!!” Michael practically growls at the creep and gets up very quickly to run off.

After the scene before you is when you started to get unusually aroused on how Michael used his alpha voice to yell back at Roman but you hope that it wouldnt be that obvious to your brother Sam because you didnt want to gross him out completely.

You started to get a whiff of his scent and to you it was pleasant well more than just pleasant it was more in the lines of protector, provider and for some odd reason “mate” You couldnt bring yourself to think of him that way but the thought still lurked.

Sam watches and still has you in his embrace as the both of you watch him disappear from the restaurant.

“Miss are you ok? Dick is a dick like literally” the man says as he slowly approaches you and Sam.

“Sorry she is still shaken up but um she is starting to settle down though. Think as soon as my brother settles down inside we are just going to head home.” Sam says to the man as they both stand not far from one another and you still cant bring yourself to look at the person who threw out the douche that laid his hands on you.

“My name is Michael, Michael Cuthbert” He sticks his hand out to shake his hand.

“Cuthbert as in Cuthbert realtors?” Sam asks as he shakes his hand.

“Um yeah but that would be my mother” He answers as he takes his hand away from Sams hold.

“Sam, Sam Winchester and this is my sister Y/n Winchester” Sam introduces himself to Michael along with you but you dont have the heart to greet him right now.

“Think meeting the both of you on better circumstances would have been better and not this way.” Michael says looking to Sam but couldnt look to you since you have been hiding behind your brother the whole time.

“Anyways she sold us the house in the outskirts of town” He says while looking from you to Michael.

“Oh you mean the house on lake manitoc or um Poughkeepsie Road?” He asks keeping his gaze on your brother knowing he didnt want to scare you off by constantly looking at you.

“Yeah Poughkeepsie Road” Sam says but you nudge his from behind.

“The lake is also called Lake Manitoc” You whisper to Sam.

“Oh right yes on both” Thats when the manager comes out to see how you were doing but stay hidden behind Sam.

“Im sorry for the trouble Roman has caused ya and wanted to make sure you were alright. I wanted to also let you know that you do not need to pay for any meals for the rest of the week. I just feel incredibly horrible for such behaviour and in hopes you will except my gracious offer. Im Benny by the way, your brother Dean is alright and is settled in one of the booths eating my famous pecan pie” He says while he is looking in your direction hoping you would accept his apologies and offer.

You dont meet his gaze but still shake in fear, Sam notices it right away and Dean comes out.

“Baby girl you ok?” He asks running towards you and you do the same.

You began to shake even more in your brothers arms.

“Its alright, I got you, we've got you. We got you. Its alright” He says while whispering at the top of your head.

“I wanna go home” You whisper right back to Dean.

“Ok we will go home alright, c'mon kiddo lets get in the car” He opens the passenger door for you, you slide directly in the middle and grab Sam's arm to slide in the front seat as well because you wanted to hang on to your brother Sam while heading home because you couldnt do that to Dean while he is driving.

“Thanks for all you've done, both of you” Dean says before he gets into the driver seat.

“Its not a problem really, how about leave me your address and I'll have the food delivered to your place, how does that sound?” Benny asks

“Yeah that sounds great actually, since I dont have time to leave an order but um surprise us” Dean says and gives one last wave and gets into the car to start her up and drive home.

“Benny?” Michael says while still standing in the same spot.

“Ye- wait a minute, you mean?” He looks to Michael and he gives him a nod.

“Oh sweet lord on bicycle” He says looking away from Michael and to the disappearing car while he covers his mouth with his hand.

“I think I found my true mate Benny” He says in a whisper.

“If you did, what does she smell like to you?” He asks looking to Michael as they enter back inside the restaurant and go to the kitchen to put in a surprise order.

“She smelled like freshly grinded coffee, with the smell of banana's and another sweet smell of caramel just so perfectly blended together or having a freshly made cup of coffee in the morning with a banana sandwich spread on top with Caramel sauce” Michael says with a fond smile across his face as he describes your scent.

When you and your brothers get home and walk into the house and take off your jackets and shoes at the door to hang on the coat rack Dean has placed near by the door. You walk to the kitchen very slowly and realize that your older brother Dean is right behind you.

“Y/n you ok?” He asks as he leans against the fridge debating if he should grab a beer or get some hard liquor from under the sink.

“I will be fine in a minute, I just uh need a little time to get myself together” You answer him honestly as you sit at the counter table.

“Ok thats fine um just so you know Benny says he is going to have someone deliver the food and mentioned its on the house” He says as he makes his way to you from the fridge.

“Y/n you can press charges if you want” Sam says from behind the both of you.

“Right and have them laugh in my face while they tell me its all my fault and finish off with I encouraged it” You tell your brothers in a shaky voice you didnt realize that it came out that way.

“No they wont because we can back you up on this, and not only us but Benny and that guy Michael can be your witnesses to” Sam says as he gives you his puppy dog eyes that are basically pleading with you to do something about the fondling at the restaurant.

“I dont know just, Im just going to go rest in my room for a bit. Let me know when dinner is here” You tell them as you slowly get up from the chair and push it back in to get upstairs to your room to have a few moments to yourself.

“I hope she takes the bastard to court, the way he was looking at her and how he touched her just pissed me right off” Dean says with a growl, a deep throat growl down in his chest and all he can see is red in his rage.

“Dean, calm down y/n doesnt need this right now. I just hope she follows through with this because here in the state of Washington its against the law to harass an Omega against their will and will be punished as soon as the other person calls it in meaning just as long as y/n calls it in” Sam says as he tries to calm down his older brother and once he got him to listen to a word he is saying is when he started to cool down from his hot rage.

You lay in your bed replaying the images over and over again in your head

'I need to do something about this' you think to yourself as you lay there. A knock is what brings you out of your thoughts and you tell the person to enter.

“Hey y/n the food is here” Sam says as he enters into the room and the scent of a Beta swirls into your room so knowing the scent is neutral.

“Ok” Is all you say when you get up from the bed to go down the stairs to eat with your brothers.

“Hey y/n look what I cooked” Dean says once you enter the kitchen as he reveals the entrees which are three stake dinners with caramelized onions, minced garlic, baked and mashed potatoes, with grilled asparagus and sated mushrooms. You chuckle at Dean when he mentioned he had prepared the meal all by himself.

“There is that beautiful smile I have been waiting to see” Your older brother says leaned against the chairs at the table.

All three of you seat yourselves at the table as Dean served out the food, between the three of you is when random conversations were being started at the random moments between meals about what else to do with the house. Dean mentioned about making book shelves for the living room since he has been so curious about Michael's warehouse.

When he brought up Michael is when you thought about the scent he gave off back at the restaurant and to you it smelt like fresh rain falling on the first day of Summer with an earthy scent that gives off fresh mint sprouting into the air and if you smell close enough you can also smell cool crisp air that has come during the first day of Fall which meant protector, provider, kind, home and mine. And than it hit you

“Oh god” You mutter out loud not realizing you were thinking out loud.

[elysiumrp]

Congratulations PHNX! You have been accepted as Caleb O’Neil. Please go through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours. If you need more time, make sure you send a message to the main.

Literally I’m dead after reading this application, and the sample para is so perfect. Caleb and his checklists, he’s such a stupid nerd and I am so in love. You already seem to have such a grasp on Caleb as a character that I see him fitting seamlessly into the dash, and I’m sure that Carter will be thrilled to have his bestie around as well. You already know what to do , so send in your account whenever, and Welcome to Elysium!!

OOC INFO

Name: phnx Age: 21 Timezone: EST Preferred Pronouns: Any Previous RP Experience: [RFP] Anything Else: Nope

IC INFO

Character Name: Caleb O’Neil Second Choice: N/A

Why did you choose this character:

It’s interesting to me that with Jasper, I read his bio and kind of ruminated on it for a couple days before I realized that I wanted to play him. With Caleb, the connection was instant. I knew I wanted him from the moment I finished his bio, even though my instincts were telling me I’m too diddly dang busy. Sometimes you just gotta go with what your heart wants and make time for it, you know? Jasper is such a well-intentioned golden boy, but I usually go for the scheming, manipulative types with bruised hearts, so I’m excited to dip my toes back into my niche here and see how much mayhem we can cause between the two bratty besties.

Describe your plan for them:

Caleb has always been a bit of a misanthropist. He never really fit in with his classmates growing up, due mostly to his introversion and his sardonic nature. He did have a small, tight-knit group of friends, but when he was turned into a vampire, every single one of them cast him out except Carter. This has caused his misanthropy to evolve into something greater, something dangerous, something that may eventually grow to define him. He harbors a great animosity toward the witch community at large and, though somewhere deep within himself he knows that not all witches are responsible for what happened to him, he can’t help but hate them all the same. Though they may not be responsible for ostracizing him, the mere sight of them reminds him of the pain of losing his magic over and over again.

Caleb and Carter used to talk late into the night about their plans for the future, how together they would become the best warlocks in the state—or the country, or the world, depending on how ambitious they were feeling at any given moment. In a way, those plans haven’t changed. Caleb is now determined to see Carter become the best warlock in existence, in part to realize his own dream through his friend and in part because he feels indebted to Carter for sticking by him and abandoning his own charmed life when he didn’t have to. But one thing’s for sure: he hasn’t abandoned his own dream. If he’s doomed to be a vampire forever, then he’s going to be a damn good one. Unfortunately, he knows that the biggest determining factor in a vampire’s power is age, but that frustrating fact won’t stop him. He firmly believes that the more he practices and uses his power, the stronger he’ll become. He must believe it.

In the end, his thirst for power combined with Carter’s will no doubt lead them to an escalation in what they’ll do to possess it, with each of them cheering the other on. They’re definitely going to shake things up, as if the city weren’t already shaken enough…

Describe your character’s feelings, reactions, and potential involvement/want to be involved during/after the recent fall of the Council (At least a few sentences): The reveal of the supernatural world has got Caleb stressed out beyond all reason. He’s dedicated to forethought and detail in his plans almost to the point of obsession (and sometimes beyond), so when he feels that something is out of his control, he can become bent out of shape very quickly. The reveal is way, way out of his control, and therefore he worries about it to no end. Though it’s benefited him and Carter because more witches are worried about being exposed and are therefore more willing to give up their power, it also puts both of them at a higher risk of being outed. If Caleb is ever exposed, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. That’s part of why Antonia fascinates him so much: he just can’t fathom why in the hell she would expose herself on purpose… but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t plan on finding out.

Para Sample:

The roadtrip from San Francisco to New York City took them over two days to complete, even with them taking the drive in shifts. Stopping for food and to see a few select sights over the course of their journey had slowed them down, but that was just to Caleb’s liking: while Carter drove, Caleb planned… and planned… and planned. There was just something about checklists that calmed him down. He was always very meticulous with them, writing down each task in upright, clean, compact letters, one to a line, and giving each one a carefully-drawn box in which to check once the task was completed. When he dwelled on a given list for a particularly long time—usually the more stress-filled ones—he would often draw ornate borders around the completed list, starting with simple swirls and curlicues when he was young but over the years evolving into so much more. During finals week in his last year of school, he’d gone so far as to draw a dragon looming above the top line, smoke billowing in careful curls from its pointed nostrils.

The lists were cleansing. It was like by taking the tasks and fitting them into a neat box, he could organize his racing thoughts, too, limit himself to one worry at a time. He wasn’t able to fret about the next thing until he’d mentally “checked off” the previous one; at times, it was the only strategy that had kept him sane.

So as Carter drove, Caleb planned, just as he had made a list of everything he needed to do to vacate the home in which he’d lived all his life; just as he had determined what needed to be packed and what could be donated or sold. His first task on the list was to find an apartment, so when they arrived, it was naturally the first thing he did.

Caleb had finished a shortlist of seemingly suitable apartments somewhere in the middle of Ohio. He gave half of the names to Carter and half to himself, hoping to find their perfect place as quickly as possible. And find it he did.

It was a corner suite, with windows looking out over two different views of Manhattan, flowers blooming in little boxes outside each window. The kitchen was spacious, with an interesting circular shape that he’d never seen in any other apartment: it was the center of the open-concept main room, with a dining room on one side of it and a living room on the other. Each bedroom was huge, with its own en suite bathroom housing the kind of luxurious waterjet tub he’d used only in his dreams. It was much, much too expensive for them… which was, naturally, not remotely a problem if Caleb played his cards right.

“So what do you think?” the realtor asked as they stepped out of the apartment. She was an elegant woman, her hair done up in a French twist, body hidden by a professional black sheath dress. Her bubbly nature was well-done but, if Caleb had to guess, it was purely a sham designed to sell more apartments. She was damn good at it, too. There was something intoxicating about the fact that he could take someone like this, a high-powered professional, and bend her will to his own like it was butter. It made him feel like he was in control of things for once… but more importantly, it made him feel powerful.

“Yes, I love it,” Caleb said gleefully, putting on a show of his own. “How much is it again?”

He tuned out as she explained the rent and leasing process, the words entirely unimportant. Instead he concentrated on her eyes, which widened and narrowed animatedly as she spoke, until he saw the pupils gradually begin to widen. Satisfaction bloomed in his chest and spread out to his fingertips, warmth curling around him in a hug unlike any other.

“Stop,” he said, and she shut up mid-sentence. He snatched the leasing documents from her hands and skimmed through them, reading over the most important bits. When he was done, he signed quickly and gave the papers back.

“You will permit my roommate and I to live here as long as we please. When rent comes due, you will pay it yourself, but falsify the records to show us as having paid it. You will exempt us of any policies underlined in our leasing agreement without question. You will never approach us here at the apartment, and instead call if you have any concerns. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said in the strange, vacant way that he had come to understand as the marker of his absolute control.

“Good. Congratulations on making a sale,” he said brightly, taking her hand and shaking it vigorously. The contact snapped her out of her trance, and she slowly responded to the gesture, shaking his hand right back. Her expression shifted quickly from confusion to her trademark red-lipped smile as pride flowed through her at “selling” yet another apartment.

“I’ll get you the keys now,” she said, hurrying off. Caleb nodded and watched her go, thankful to be rid of her—until he heard the soft clearing of a throat down the hallway off to his left. Stomach sinking, he turned and saw a blonde woman staring back. How long had she been there? Had she seen everything?

What had he gotten himself into?

Any questions/concerns/things you’d like to change: (siblings to add, pronouns, sexuality you’d like to specify, personality, face claim, history, etc., etc.)

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