#thank u sammy the bull for opening my eyes

[ladykailolu]

The Zeppeli family developed a system of saying things without actually saying them. For example, if they have guests over and one of them pours the wine, the way that they position the bottle signals to the other if the person they're talking to is worthy. If they have the bottle rotated backwards then that's them saying "Don't talk to this guy, he's no good", among other little cues. It was also considered a great sign of disrespect if a waiter did not wait on the most senior person in the party if they went somewhere nice to eat. Or if the women did not wait on the patriarch of the family first.

And that is another thing: when the fam gets together, all the men talk to each other in a great foyer somewhere with couches and fancy end tables and ofc wine. Everywhere there was the wine!

And the women, they go somewhere else and don't listen to the men talk.

They're also very traditional, which posed a problem for Mela (and Gyro, to some extent). Mela wants to bring her girlfriend Jodie over but she can't let anybody know that she's seeing Jodie. Cant let nobody know. Gyro has a similar issue when he invites Johnny over, and Caesar has this roundabout thing for Joseph. They gotta keep it hush hush.

Enter Paxe, Gyro's eldest child. She wants to join the men in talking about whatever they're talking about because staying with the women and helping to cook is very boring to her. But it's considered disrespect and out of place for a girl to be talking among the men during these get togethers. The Zeppeli men don't say nothing at first and watch Paxe, each staring from their place to impart the message that she shouldn't be there. And she got it but she didn't care. She wanted to be where her papà was, so she wanted to stay and pretend that nothing was wrong. Then one of the men piped up at Gyro. "You gonna let this kid stay here or what?" And Gyro knew that he was already disrespecting the family but not controlling his child and if he didnt do anything, there would be problems down the line.

So he pulls Paxe aside and pleads with her to stay with her grandmother and cousins and do what they tell her to do. If anybody else told her that, Paxe would dig her heels in like a little bull and go right back to what she was doing. But she could never stand like that against her father. She loved and respected him too much, and ever since her mother died, the last thing she wanted to do was to make him angry.

[fanpom-imagines]

Request by @cokecola4211 : TW and Supernatural imagine being Scott sister and dating Theo and the Winchesters approach u and stuff and u talk them out of killing u and u tell them that he pregnant with Theo baby or something.

Imagine being hunted down by the Winchester brothers while you’re with Theo.

Masterlist

Fandom: Teen Wolf, Supernatural

Words: 2671

Warnings: cursing, blood and stuffs, mention of pregnancy

(Female Reader)

“Son of a bitch, that’s gonna leave a mark,” The man said as he touched the wound and hissed when his fingers came in contact with it. The man with the wound aimed his gun at me. I stared at the barrel of the gun. Frightened out of my mind. So out of fear I yelled out a last pitiful attempt to save us, but more for my baby and Theo than me. If one of us had to die I’d choose myself any day. I couldn’t lose the two best things that have ever happened to me. Though I had only had my baby for about 8 weeks now, I’ve become attached to it. It’s my baby. It’s a new living being growing inside me that I get to help grow into a beautiful baby. I didn’t want that taken away from me. I didn’t want my baby’s life taken away before it could even experience it, and I couldn’t lose Theo either. He’s the one man I’ve truly fallen in love with. He’s not just the father of my child, but also the one I wanna see myself get old with. The one I want to marry and raise my child with. I didn’t want to lose that. I didn’t want to lose them. “Please, don’t!” I yelled out fearfully as I clutched onto my stomach. “Yeah, sorry, but giving you monsters last words isn’t really my thing,” He said as he got ready to pull the trigger. “No, please we haven’t killed anyone! We aren’t bad people! We wouldn’t do that!” “Yeah, yeah sure you haven’t all those wolf attacks just happened in an area where wolves don’t live. Sorry, but you’re gonna have to come up with a better lie than that.” The man’s friend, with the long hair, came up beside the one holding the gun, “Dean they’re just kids.” “Oh come on Sam don’t play this bull shit with me right now. They’ve killed people,” “Dean” said as he turned his head back to me after addressing “Sam.” “Dean, I have to agree with Sam, these two werewolves are just teenagers and there is a chance they did not commit the crimes as we were looking for an older male werewolf rather than two teenage ones,” The man in the trench coat said in his low gravelly voice. The man named Dean turned towards the one in the trench coat with a disbelieving face, “Are you kidding me Cas?” “No I am not, I do not know why my actions would indicate that I’m kidding,” “Cas” said in a serious albeit confused tone. Dean sighed at the supposed angel of the lord, “It was a rhetorical question. You weren’t supposed to answer.” “Then why would you ask a question if you did not want it answered?” Cas asked confused. Dean inhaled a large breath as he massaged his temples with his hand while in annoyance he brought the gun down to his side, “Cas, can we have this discussion later? We’re kind of in the middle of something.” Cas nodded and stayed quiet and quickly Dean’s attention was on me once again. “Look kid I’m sorry, but I have to, you killed people” he said before raising the gun. “Please, don’t, I didn’t kill anyone.” I cried out as I clutched my stomach whilst tears dropped from my eyes and slid down my face. “Dean I think she’s…” Sam was cut off by his brother to shut up, but then Cas interrupted. “Dean, I believe the werewolf is pregnant,” Cas said. My eyes widened at the man. How did he… angel of the lord, right. “What?” Dean stared wide eyed at Cas then quickly whipped his head back to me before saying, “Oh, shit.” I didn’t really know what to say or due as the longer haired man approached me. I heard a growl come from Theo, whom had finally regained consciousness, as Sam got within arms length of me. Though he slightly pulled back at Theo’s growl. “Don’t fucking touch her,” Theo seethed out as his eyes glowed and his teeth showed. “Look I’m not going to hurt you. I believe you didn’t kill anyone,” Sam said reassuringly as he came closer. I stared with frightened eyes at him and clutched my stomach as I tried to get farther away from him. “Don’t touch me,” I growled out as my eyes glowed. I heard the sound of a gun being raised and my head moved to the sound to see Dean pointing it at me again. “I’m not gonna hurt you. If what you say is true, I will help you, okay” Sam said reassuringly making my attention come back onto him. “Then why is he pointing a gun at me?” I squeaked out at him. “He said he wouldn’t hurt you. He never said anything about me,” Dean answered for Sam. “Dean, stop being an asshole, they’re just frightened kids. I don’t think these are the ones who caused those attacks, but they could help us find who did,” Sam said as he glared up at the man. At this Dean wearily lowered his gun after contemplating, but still had his finger on the trigger just in case. Sam turned back to me and asked, “What’s your name?” “(Y/N),” I mumbled out in a shaky breath. “Look (Y/N), we can get you and your friend over there to our hotel and help you heal up, all we need is some help from the two of you in identifying who could be the killer behind these murders, okay?” Sam asked as he gave me a slight smile of reassurance. “Oh, come on, Sam,” Dean sighed out in annoyance, but Sam just ignored him. I nodded my head at Sam and he helped me up. As the angel then helped Theo up who pulled away from Cas after standing on his two feet. After escorting us to their car with Dean and Theo grumbling the whole way they drove us off to a motel. Though we seemed to be in the clear my heart was still thumping loudly as I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. When getting to the motel Sam helped me to sit on one of the beds and helped stick up my wound which had already started healing. After thanking him they had asked us for any ideas or clues on where to find the supposed killer. Though Theo was of no help I happily gave them of the information that I knew and of smelling a new scent of a werewolf a few weeks back and there being a man who had moved in a while back. I also told them about getting help from Sheriff Stilinski as he also knew about the supernatural. Sam thanked me with a smile after getting all the information they needed and Cas also gave a thank you, but it seemed stiff. As if he didn’t know how to say it. And Dean just grunted in thanks and went off to get some fast food, and was told by Sam to get two extra burger combos for Theo and I. He didn’t seem too happy about it, but agreed to Sam’s request nonetheless. “So (Y/N), how far are you?” Sam asked me curiously as Theo looked through the window and Cas sat on the other motel bed going through channels. “8 weeks,” I told him with a slight smile. “So do you know what you’re going to name the baby yet?” Sam asked curiously which caught Theo’s attention who looked over at the two of us. “No, Theo and I haven’t discussed it that much,” I told him shyly. “Well, I think if it’s a boy you should name him Samuel,” Sam laughed out and I laugh at his statement. “I think you should name the child Castiel,” Cas’ voice came from the other side of the room and when looking over to him I saw he had turned himself slightly so he could face us. I giggled at their suggestions and nodded my head, “I’ll keep them in mind.” “I think you should name it Dean,” Came Dean’s voice as he opened the door with bags of fast food. He made his way to the table where Theo was sitting out and placed all the food down. Sam and I made our way to the table and Sam passed Theo and I a burger with fries. I gladly dug into the food, but stopped when I saw Cas just flipping through channels, once again, curiously. “Castiel aren’t you going to eat?” I asked him as I took another bite. “I’m sorry, but I’m an angel I do not have to eat therefore I don’t. It has no taste to me,” Cas informed me and turned back to the television. The four of us sat in silence and ate at the table. The only sounds were of chewing and the sound of paper moving or being crumbled, but was soon cut short by Dean. “Hey kid, (Y/N), I’m… I’m sorry for uhm... almost killing you,” Dean said sheepishly as he scratched his head awkwardly. “It’s okay Dean,” I reassured the man with a slight smile. “Wow, did you just say you’re sorry?” Sam asked in mock shock. “Oh shove it Sammy,” Dean said as he rolled his eyes and took another bite of his burger. After everyone had finished their food and more apologies were exchanged. We all got inside Dean’s car once again and he drove us to my house. After thanking the trio they left bidding their farewells as well. Walking into my house and up the stairs along with Theo as we made our way up to my room. I yawned out when I open the door and plopped down on my bed. “This was quite an eventful day,” Theo mumbled out as he also fell down backwards onto my bed making it bounce slightly. “Yeah it was,” I mumbled out into my mattress. “You know I’ll marry you one day when we’re out of high school,” Theo said out of the blue. I quickly got onto my elbows and looked up at him shocked. “Do you mean that?” I asked him wide eyed in disbelief. “Yeah, I mean it,” Theo said as he gave me a slight smile before leaning towards me and giving me a peck on the lips. I smiled at him brightly at him as he pulled away. I moved so I was laying more comfortably on my bed and Theo readjusted himself to be laying beside me with his arm wrapped around me as I laid into his side comfortably. My eyelids started to droop down more and more out of fatigue and I yawned and closed my eyes. “You know Castiel does sound like a nice name,” I chuckled out to Theo who only groaned and wrapped his other arm around me to get my head to be muffled in his chest to stop me from saying anything else. “Shut up and go to sleep,” He mumbled out sleepy as he also drifted off to sleep.

I pant as I lean on a tree while clutching my arm that at this moment was oozing blood. I hiss in pain as I look down to it to see the bullet went clean through, thankfully. I ripped off part of the bottom of my shirt and tied it tight around my arm to lessen the bleeding. I grumbled in frustration as the blood still kept oozing through the cloth and sucked in air when tightening it again as more pain surged from my arm.

My head jolted up as I heard footsteps. Quickly letting go of the self made bandage I looked around trying to zero in on the source of the sound. I look behind me and see moving lights, most likely from the flashlights the two hunters had. I pushed myself off the tree and took a large sniff to try and locate Theo’s smell who had also been in the forest with me when I was attacked. If I can just make it to him my chances of survival will definitely increase.

I pushed off the tree and as lightly as I could follow the faint smell that Theo had left behind. Though it seems my steps weren’t light enough because I hear a yell and when moving my head to the source a bright light blinds my vision and I raise my hand to block it. As my eyes adjust I can make out one of the hunters pointing at me while beaming the flashlight at me. At realizing this I quickly book it. Hearing the footsteps catching up I use my heightened strength to push myself forward to gain ground.

Having no destination and just running forward, may have not been the best plan, but it was the only plan I had. I looked back to see how far I had gotten from my pursuers and a wave of relief washed over me. I turn my head quickly around, but smack straight into a solid object. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I opened them up and stared wide eyed at the “object” I had bumped into. The “object” was a tall man dressed in a pale tan looking trench coat. We stared at one another observing the other. There was no way this man was human. At the speed and force I was running at if he was human, or even a werewolf, I should’ve been able to knock him over, but when I ran head first not him he hadn’t even buge. What the hell was he?

“What the fuck are you?” I groaned out; rubbing a sore spot on my body. I heard footsteps approaching and I internally cursed at this. Guess it’s the end of the line. The man stared at me for another second in observation before replying to my question, “I am an angel of the lord.”

I blinked at him wide eyed. Is he serious? He seemed serious, but there’s no way the big G exists. Though I wasn’t even fazed by my force of impact, but still. That could still mean he is something else and is just fucking with me right now.

The approaching footsteps finally arrived and so I placed my palms down and turned on my side to push myself up to face my soon to be killers, but a foot was quickly placed on my shoulder and pushed me back onto the ground.

“Sorry sweetheart, but it seems this little chase has come to an end.” My eyes widened at seeing the shorter man of the two who’d been chasing me aim his gun at my head. I knew there was no reasoning with hunters. I squeezed my eyes shut and placed a hand onto my stomach protectively. God I wasn’t even able to become a mother and raise my baby. I’m going to die in the woods with my little girl or boy and have my body buried in some unknown place. What a way to go. My eyes shot open as I heard a growl before the man aiming the gun at me was talked to the ground. I quickly took action and scooted away from the pair fighting. The other man with long brown hair pulled out his guns and shot the attacker, whom I was able to identify as Theo, in the shoulder. I heard a yelp come from Theo and he was pushed off the man he’d attacked and was pinned to the floor by the tall and long haired one who aimed his pistol at him.

The man Theo attacked got up as he spit out some blood that collected in his mouth and held his shoulder that Theo had scratched. I saw the large scratch made by my boyfriend’s claws. At least we didn’t go down without a fight.

[tiawritesgood]

Becoming Owen: Chapter 2

Owen wished the training room had couches.

Not so he could sit, but because fabric would dampen the sound of the ten barking dogs in kennels along the far wall. Each high pitched yelp bounced off the walls and into Owen’s ears. He glanced around at the other interns, and none flinched. He supposed he would either get used to the barking, or he’d go deaf. Either would be fine with him at that point. “Welcome!” a young woman called from behind a short table. Her smile filled her face. “You must be the new intern from Indiana U. We’re glad to have you on board!” Owen closed the gap between them and held out his hand to shake. “Owen Grady.” “Tessa McCugh,” she said. “I’m the president of this branch. It’s nice to meet you.” The university set Owen up with an internship in his field of study: animal behavior. All of the kenneled dogs were up for adoption at the humane society, and he and the other interns would work with them on basic training. A dog who could sit was more easily placed than one who couldn’t. Tessa gathered the eight other interns into a circle. “Most of you are familiar with how this works, but we do have a newcomer. Everyone welcome Owen Grady to the team!” The interns waved and nodded in his direction. They all seemed to be his age or younger. A couple looked like they might still be in high school. He’d read on his welcome packet that you had to be at least eighteen, so they were probably seniors who needed community service credit to graduate. Each week they worked with a new set of dogs, so at least Owen wouldn’t be too far behind. He’d watched enough dog training videos to have a basic idea of how it worked. This should be a breeze. “Each of you will be working with one dog for the next two hours. I have treat pouches and treats for each of you, and we’ll start off as a group, but you will be working pretty much one on one with the dogs as they get the hang of each basic command. We’re working on sit, lay down, paw, and stay today. These tricks tend to catch potential pet owners’ interests when they see the dogs. It’s a way for them to show off a bit and hopefully get adopted.” Tessa gave each of the interns a card with a name on it. Owen’s read, “Oscar.” He found the kennel with a matching name and stared down at his buddy for the night. Oscar was a white pit bull. The dog sat with his mouth wide open in an excited smile. Following the lead of the other interns, Owen opened the kennel and attached a leash to Oscar’s collar. To his surprise, the dog didn’t try to run or pull away. He stared up at Owen with expecting eyes. “Oscar was brought to us after his owner was killed. He’s intimidating, being a pit, but he’s the sweetest boy. I have no doubt he’ll get adopted. In fact, he has three applications outstanding already.” “Then why is he here? Doesn’t sound like he needs to show off at all.” “A pit bull who can sit, stay, and lay down will be adopted. One that is too excited won’t. The applications are in, but he hasn’t had any visits just yet. We want to be sure he’s ready.” “He will be,” Owen promised. He led Oscar over to a quiet area in the room. The interns were spread out, far enough away to keep the dogs calm, but close enough to hear Tessa’s instructions. “First, we’re going to teach the dogs to sit. This is a simple command and most won’t have any trouble. Use this hand motion,” Tessa said, gesturing with her palm facing upward. Owen had seen this command a million times. “And also a verbal command. You may need to lure the dogs into a sit the first few times using a treat like this.” She demonstrated with her shelter dog, a small shepherd. She held a treat to the dog’s nose and lifted it up. The dog tried to jump for it, but she pulled the treat away and repeated the motion until it sat. She rewarded him with the piece of hot dog. “Got it?” Everyone murmured yes, and they got to work. Oscar was already sitting, so Owen had to coax him out of the position only to get him back into it. “Sit.” Oscar obeyed immediately. It looked like his previous owner had already taught him this trick. Owen glanced around the room and saw that almost all of the dogs were already familiar with the ‘sit’ command. That made sense; a lot of the dogs were abandoned, but for the most part, dogs are taught to at least ‘sit’ by their owners. After ten minutes of sitting, Tessa called the group back together and went over how to teach down. Oscar nailed that command, too. They had twenty minutes to learn this one before Tessa started them on ‘stay.’ This one was a lot harder for Oscar. He saw the hot dog on the ground and figured it was there for him to clean up. It took the first fifteen of their allotted thirty minutes to get a single repetition, but after that, Oscar had it down. “Good boy!” Owen said after five good ‘stays’ in a row. He petted the sweet dog, whose tail wagged excitedly from the touch. “You’re a natural.” Owen jumped. Tessa left her shelter dog with a younger woman at the front of the room. She’d shown up between lay down and stay, and Tessa introduced her as her apprentice, Emma. The help allowed Tessa to wander around checking on her other students. “Oscar is the natural.” Tessa smiled. “You know, Emma’s apprenticeship is over next week and I’m on the lookout for another. Is that something you’d be interested in?” Owen’s eyes widened. “Absolutely, but I’m not sure I have time. Between this internship and all my school work…” Tessa stopped him. “We can give you internship credit for the apprenticeship. I’ll talk with your adviser, he’s an old friend of mine. If you’re interested, I can work it out.” “I am very interested. Thank you so much, Tessa.” She left to finish her rounds and Owen’s head spun. He knew he would need an apprenticeship to get more hands on animal behavior learning, but he never imagined one would land on his lap. He thought he’d have to work over the summer to get one. He couldn’t wait to tell his dad. “Okay, class, let’s take a break and let the dogs socialize. Keep an eye on them and break up any fights. They usually spend time together outside, so we know they all get along, but you never know what might happen.” Owen unleashed Oscar and the dog bounded over to the shepherd Tessa had been working with. The two smiled at each other and ran around the room like best friends. Watching them, Owen hoped a miracle would happen, and the boys would be adopted out together. If he weren’t living in a dorm room, Owen would adopt them himself. After a thirty minute playtime, the dogs were leashed back up and they went through one last command: paw. This was Owen’s favorite, because it was more fun than practical. Oscar seemed to like it, too. He got it after a few repetitions. Tessa called for the class to put their dogs back in the kennels. Owen kissed Oscar’s head and walked away, but it was hard. He wanted nothing more than to give the sweet boy a home. All he could hope for was that one of those applications worked out. “That was a great class everyone. Thank you for all your help, and I look forward to seeing you all next week. Leave your snack pouches with Emma. Have a great night!” Emma took Owen’s snack pouch with a scowl. “You won’t last a week as an apprentice.” He laughed. “You’re right, I’ll last the full four months.” Emma scoffed. “Good luck.” “Thanks!” Owen didn’t look back when he exited the building. Instructors never kept apprentices longer than their term, so it’s not like he was taking her job or anything. He had no idea what Emma’s issue was, but he wouldn’t worry about it. Dog training wasn’t his specific goal, but it would get him to where he needed to be. Working with other animal behaviorists to explore how animals work and what they can be trained to do was his dream. If he had to last four months training shelter dogs to get there, he would do so happily. When he got back to his dorm room, Owen was exhausted, but he called his girlfriend, Samantha, anyway. “Hey, Sammy,” he said. “Hey, tiger. You sound tired.” He yawned. “Long day. What are you up to?” “Ugh, homework. You?” “Just got done with my internship. You still want to hang tonight?” Samantha sighed. “I’m sorry, can I take a rain check? I wasn’t expecting to get any actual work today but I ended up with two different assignments and I’m working tomorrow so I won’t have any time to get them done.” “That’s fine, I get it. I miss you though.” Owen could hear the smile in his girlfriend’s voice. “I miss you, too. Are we still on for Saturday?” “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll let you get your work done. Talk tomorrow?” “Sure. Night, Owen.” “Night, Sammy.” After he hung up, he went through his usual night routine before jumping onto his barely-long-enough dorm bed. It took less than five minutes for him to be out like a light.