#their New Orleans house with the kids etc

[leviiackrman]

SIMS 4 OC LOOKBOOK: Ishimoto - Kaida (+ soon to be whole fam)

Here’s another oc sim, this time of my baby Kaida! I had to delete all my poses cus they broke my game when I updated… rip… but she’s still cute!! I’ve also finally got shots of all my builds so will start sharing those soon, as well as new members to certain families hehe. Lemme know which outfit is your favourite!

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[arcane-vagabond]

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Outrun the Devil: Prologue

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary: Bob Floyd had always been a good kid. So how did he manage to let his childhood friends rope him into living a life of crime? A member of the famous outlaw group, the Dagger Gang, Bob longs for a future where he can settle down and earn a respectable living. When he meets the new barmaid at the local tavern, that future doesn't seem so farfetched, but will her past catch up to her?

Warnings: Talk of prostitution, swearing, use of y/n, talk of abuse (sexual and physical), talk of abandonment, self degradation, etc.

Word Count: 1.95k

A/N: Starting off a lot darker than the other two, but I hope you stick around! Also, I'm going to ask that y'all please ignore the historical inaccuracies of traveling westward in this one. I did actual research for this one, and finally decided that I was thinking to deep. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! You can find my works on AO3 under arcane_vagabond. 18+ ONLY!!!

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The Streets of New Orleans smelled like shit. No, worse than shit. It smelled like shit warmed over. The rain had died down, at least. It had been a slow night because of it, and you knew that the madame wouldn’t be pleased with your lack of earnings for the evening.

Like it was your fault.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed off the building whose awning had given you some respite from the downpour that ended only moments ago. Glancing along the usually busy street, you saw no one in sight. Turning on your heel, you moved briskly down the cobblestone street back to the brothel you called home.

You didn’t know anything else besides the four walls of the “house of pleasure” as your madame, Lady Marie Dubois, called it. You doubted she was an actual lady, but had rather gifted herself the title. You were fairly certain your mother had been one of the many women that resided there, but no one would ever give you the whole story.

“If you needed to know,” Marie had sniffed, “you would know.”

That’s what she had said the last time you had asked. You guessed you had probably been around eight years old at the time. Never having gotten an answer other than that one, you resigned yourself to living the life of an orphan girl taken in by a high end brothel. When you had been old enough, Lady Dubois had put you straight to work in the business.

“No one stays here for free,” she had tutted. “And your worth more to me this way than as a maid.”

You earned your keep.

You came up to the grand doorways of the brothel and nodded at the man who stood guard as he opened the door for you. The entryway was decorated lavishly in fine silks and smooth velvets. Expensive furniture lined the walls and the scent of smoke and cheap perfume wafted in the air. You made your way down the hall to the back room where you knew Marie would be.

Sure enough, she sat behind a large, wooden desk counting, what you assumed, were the meager earnings of your colleagues. You almost laughed at the word. You stopped just past the door as Marie glanced up at you. She gestured to the seat opposite her, and you plopped down, throwing the small bag of coins you had earned earlier in the evening on to her desk. She frowned.

“Not even you could get more customers tonight, hm?”

You shrugged. “No one likes getting caught in the rain.”

Marie dumped the coins onto her desk, nodding in approval as your meager earnings for the evening still outperformed what the rest had earned.

“You’re not as angry as I expected,” you mused, raising a brow at her. Marie snorted and began counting your coins.

“We had a good week,” she began, “one bad night won’t hurt us.”

You almost laughed. “You’re being awfully cavalier this evening.”

She stopped her counting to look at you, studying you for a couple of moments. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap.

“You’re young y/n,” she stated. “Men like young. You have a few more years before those looks of yours start to fade. You’ll make up for tonight without a problem.”

You didn’t reply, mulling over her words.

“Did you need me for anything else?” you asked softly. She shook her head.

“No, you’re free to retire for the evening.”

Nodding, you stood up and silently made your way out of the room. Walking up the wooden steps past the second floor, you heard the telltale sounds of some of the women still working. Not stopping, you rounded the bannister and made your way up to the private quarters.

Once safely in your room, you locked the door behind you and began to strip out of your working dress. Draping it over the chair in the corner, you opted to take care of it properly in the morning. Quickly draping your nightdress on, you sat on the edge of your bed and thought about Marie’s words.

You had never known a life outside of this one. The only reason you knew life could be easier was thanks, in part, to the church women who would corner you to tell you that you could be saved. You found that highly unlikely. But maybe they were right about one thing. Maybe you could have a different life. Staring at your reflection in the mirror of your vanity, you allowed yourself to ponder. Is this what you wanted your life to be - stuck in this never-ending hell. And that’s what it was, when you allowed yourself to think about it. Giving away your body like the daily paper in order to earn your living. You didn’t want this. You never wanted this. You didn’t even realize the tears had started rolling down your cheek until you were already sobbing.

You couldn’t live like this. Not anymore.

Scrubbing the tears from your face, you laid down in your bed. You fell asleep rather quickly, and the next morning when you woke up, you had made up your mind.

You dressed quickly and silently in your civilian attire and made your way downstairs to the first floor. Just as you reached the door, a voice called out to you.

“Where are you going?” Marie asked, eyebrow raised.

Your heart skipped a beat. Willing your nerves to settle, you turned to her with what you hoped was a nonchalant look.

“I thought I would go out and look for some new accessories,” you state simply. Marie hums.

“It has been a while since you’ve gotten anything new,” she mused. “Wait right there.”

Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and made her way down the hallway. Moments later, she was placing a small purse of coins in your hand.

“Don’t be out too late. It’s already past noon.”

You smiled at her softly and made your way out the door. You walked quickly down the road, gunning for the docks by the river. You quickly spotted what you were looking for. You made your way up to the attendant who was selling and giving out tickets to other travelers.

“Good day to you, miss,” he smiled warmly. You returned the smile politely.

“Where is this ship going?”

“We’re headed up towards St. Louis and then down the Missouri to Independence. It’ll be about a week before we get there.”

You nodded, reaching into your coin purse. You offered the money to him. “Is this enough to cover my fare?”

“That should be more than enough, miss,” he replied, taking the money and handing you a ticket. You made your way onto the deck of the steamboat, taking one last look at the city you had called home. Disappearing into the ship, you made your way to the room number that was printed neatly on your ticket. Room 24. Stumbling inside, you locked the door behind you and laid down on the plush bed. Only minutes later did the ship begin to make its way down the Mississippi River. You let out a nervous, shaky breath. There was no turning back now.

The week passed quickly with you mostly keeping to yourself in your cabin, only coming out for the occasional meal. When the boat docked in Independence, Missouri, you made your way to the market. You didn’t have a plan really, you just knew you needed to get further away.

“It’s not much yet, but it’s gettin’ there. I’m tellin’ ya! The west is the land of opportunity!”

You swung your head to see where the voice was coming from. A man stood on the porch of a general store talking with, who you assumed, was the owner.

“Anybody lookin’ to make a fresh start better make their way there before there’s nothin’ left to take,” he continued. Your body moved before your mind could even think about what you were doing.

“Excuse me,” you heard yourself say. The two men turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “How does one get to the west?”

“Well, darlin’, it just so happens that I’m ‘bout to make my way thataway now,” he smiles warmly. You shifted your feet.

“If I could impose upon you, sir, I would be grateful if you would allow me to accompany you to wherever it is your going,” you implored. The man takes you in for a moment before nodding slowly. “I promise I won’t be a bother.”

“Alright, miss,” he starts, “that’d be just fine. We’re headed to a town called Maverick out in the New Mexico Territory. It’s ‘bout a week's ride from here. You think you can manage it?”

You nodded vehemently. “Yes, sir.”

“Well then,” he grins, gesturing towards his cart. “Let’s get a move on.”

The second week passed by more quickly than the first, and you found your companion to be pleasant company. His name was Joel, as you came to find out. He had been happily married to his wife, Helen, for thirty-two years that April and they had three daughters and one son, all somewhere around your age.

“Reckon we’ve only got a couple o’ hours left fore we get there,” he said one morning. And he had been right. The two of you rolled into town only a few hours after you had packed up your camp that morning. You took a moment to admire the small, desert town that was so unlike your New Orleans. Joel stopped the cart outside a building with the word “Saloon” stamped across a sign at the top.

“You’ll want to speak with Penny,” he says, looking at you with a serious expression. “She’s been lookin’ for help running the saloon, and with any luck she’s still lookin’. Ask’er for a job and a place to stay.”

You nodded and offered the old man a smile. Hopping out of your seat and onto the ground, you made to make your way up the steps.

“Oh, and y/n?”

You turned.

“Don’t be a stranger now, ya hear?” Joel grinned. Your smile grew wider as you waved the old man off. Trudging your way up the steps and through the swing doors, you were greeted with the sight of scattered tables and a small piano pushed off to the side by the far wall. Your eyes quickly shifted to the women standing behind the bar. She was beautiful with dark hair and age lines running across her pretty face. She offered you a small smile.

“Can I help you?” she asked. You walked up to the bar so that you were only a few feet away.

“My name is y/n,” you started, feeling unexpected nerves starting to rise in your gut. “I’m looking for a job and a place to stay.”

The woman regarded you for a moment before responding. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ve been looking to hire someone to help me run this place now that more people are moving to town. The name is Penny. You just get in to town?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Just a couple of minutes ago, actually.”

Penny raised an eyebrow at you. “You don’t say? Well, I’ve got a room you can stay in just upstairs. You got any belongings with you?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Well, not to worry. I’m sure I’ve got a couple of things at home I can bring in for you. I’ll show you the ropes tomorrow. Come on,” she gestured for you to follow her up the stairs. For the first time in your life, you felt what you could only describe as ease.

[greghatecrimes]

Uh,,, baby thirteen au HC pls 🙏💫

omg absolutely. I still don’t know how House ended up with baby/toddler Thirteen, or how she got the nickname Thirteen in this au (I’ll figure that out later, lol) but here are some other hcs I’ve been thinking about:

I’m kind of imagining House with his adopted toddler daughter on his hip when he bails Wilson out of jail in New Orleans in 1991 and it’s making me laugh way too much

Wilson thinks Thirteen’s legal, actual name on her birth certificate is “Thirteen” for MONTHS after he meets her. House lets him believe it because he thinks it’s funny.

Thirteen solely calls Wilson “Wilson” because of House, and is shocked and betrayed when she finds out his “real name” is James/Jimmy. She is angry at Wilson for several days after this discovery.

Wilson thinks she’s cute (and thinks it’s hot that House is a single dad), but is super awkward around her at first. House loves seeing him flounder and so he eggs Thirteen on to “ask Wilson to play”, etc.

House brings baby/toddler Thirteen to work all the time. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to pay for outside childcare but Cuddy knows it’s because he’s attached to the kid and loves her a lot. She hangs out with him in his office, with Cuddy (“Miss Lisa” or “Aunt Lisa” maybe? Although no one knows how she started calling Cuddy that, because House only ever calls her Cuddy), with the nurses on their breaks (they adore her), or with the other kids her age in the daycare the hospital has for their employees.

Cuddy insists on calling her “Remy” so that Thirteen knows her “real name”, but no matter how much Cuddy tries, she still only responds to Thirteen

House bouncing diagnosis ideas off of bby/toddler Thirteen and eventually landing on the right one via an epiphany he had because of her.

[osatokun]

Tell us more about Glinda!

the original one, not the tiefling one?

She is an npc in the vampire the masquerade ttrpg chronicle I'm playing with my friends. I play that chubby sweet vampire man.

I put the story under the cut, as it's pretty dark

She is a changeling form the House Balor. Once she was a queen of the changelings of the New Orleans, back in 90s. She was so strong that she even created a wildly strong chimerical creature, a Dragon, who, ofcourse, could take a human form. Glinda always had prophetic dreams and she knew that soon her changeling people will extinct, the era of wonder will be over. Should I mention, that changeling soul wakes up early in kids, and closer to 20-25 years it usually goes back to sleep, resting inside human body unless that human dies. The human doesn't remember they were a fae creature once.

So, the young teen Glinda was talked into the apocalypse. Pentex or nephandi (both?) talked her into giving birth to a changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy big part of the world, but the other half survives and start believing in wonders again, giving strenght to changelings. This way changelings could survive.

Could they make it differently? Ofcourse they could. But they didn't miss on a chance to rape a teen and destroy her child's soul. Plus, the time was right, the Eye of Balor appeared in the sky (or the Red Star, as vampires named it). But the other changeling House, house Beaumayn, who also known to be seers, riot and freed her chimera. The Dragon burned (by that time pregnant) Glinda in chimerical flame, which had to kill her changeling soul and her spirit-child. But the spirit survived and ran away into the depths of the Umbra, and Glinda's changeling soul fell asleep. The connection with this spirit creature helped her changeling part to survive.

Beaumayns took the lead of the changelings of the city, "imprisoned" Glinda and made the Dragon her jailer. For regular people it looked like a marriage(it sounds funny when I word it this way) .The Dragon, Gregory Dequir in human form, did his best to make Glinda feel like she is nothing, a zero, not even a person and tried to control her every step. Time passed, changelings woke up and fell back asleep, and pretty soon Dragon was the only one who remembered this story and had a good chance to shape it however he wanted. Everyone hated her, a lot respected him, but no one knew the reason she made this choice, no one even knew what exactly she made. (Gregory, also known as Dragon)

But despite everything she grew up into a very kind loving person. 20 years passed. She became an art teacher, always caring about her students and protecting them, just as she did when she was a queen. She kept her courage too, and now and then tried to sneak from the Dragon. Even tho she had no personal budget, even tho he tried to control all her contacts, she found ways for sneaking from time to time. Should I say, that's how she met Charlie, who was looking for changelings at this point and..at the same time was hungry and horny ?

They met in the art gallery. Quickly she lured him in a more private place ( don't laugh, it was the rest room).She needed to be quick while Dragon wasn't around. Charlie never bit her, no. He ended up fighting frenzy and crying, trying to ignore his visions. He got scared by the big, never healing scar on her chest. There is nothing he can do about it, he just can't feed on people who has skin problems, its one of his core mental issues that can't be healed. But still he didn't want to upset her too much so he didn't ran away screaming, he put all his fading strength just to cry like a little child. She tried to calm him, but when he started to say that he feels sorry for her, the wound looks so bad it must be really painful (etc etc) it hit her pride and she walked away.

Charlie however tried to figure who she is, what she is. He tried to find a changeling who asked him for help, but poor vampire didn't know how exactly this changeling looks like. So he made a thing that he makes very rare - he looked into her soul to learn her true self. And he fell in love, insanely, in that very moment, as he never seen anyone more brave, more beautiful , just like a little brave robin with her burnt mark over her heart, she fought the horrific Dragon.

I won't bore you with the year long story of the gaming sessions. In short, he found the way to return memory to Glinda and the younger changeling (the one who asked for help, Monica). It requires to go to the umbra and survive in Arcadia's wood, but no matter, he did it.

Other noble changelings seemed to look for the way to get rid of the Dragon without doing it themselves. Dragon had too much power, both physical and social, and he became (or always were) the banal chimera so he hurt changelings just by existing near them. So the conflict of the chimera and the vampire, who seemed to be too stupid to retreat, attracted their attention. Charlie ended up fighting the Dragon on the changeling court, and the king of the house forces another very old vampire to give my dude a sword. That sword contained a demon(which ofcourse Charlie didn't know) and, when Charlie was one hit from gis final death, he made a contract with the creature from the sword. One hour and ten minutes inside his body, for the feath of the Dragon and Dragon only. Charlie knew it was a horrible idea, but couldn't stand the idea of Glinda's death, Monica's death and his firend's, Veronica's death. So the demon turned dragon into a regular human being, this way killing the Dragon and making him a regular mortal, and used vampire's body to run away. Oh, the swords keeper aka demons jailer wasn't happy at all..but Charlie deserved all what he got.

Anyway, lets get back to Glinda. After the death of the Dragon, the jailer, Glinda was free ( so do Gregory). He divorced her and she could start her new life. Charlie gave her the healing that restored broken connections of her changeling soul and ran straight into the Umbra, to restore her memory. Monica and her friends (a werewolf, a ghost, a changeling-satyr and chimera) followed her a day after. Time works differently in Umbra, so Glinda spent a whole month here, the kids spent a week or so. They met to that spirit face to face, they fought, and they escaped. Glinda even managed to steal the symbol of her connection to the spirit, a Golden Chalice. All that time Charlie waited near the portal-painting for their return.

A couple days after Charlie and Glinda stared to date. She told him her story, he told her his, and also shared his true name to show his feelings for her. They quickly moved together and shared bits of their curses: Charlie took a bit if the spirit curse, she took a little bit of his demonic one. And finally, they got married. There are still incredible amount of dangers, the mummy is trying to get their (kinda now adopted) daughter Monica, the spirit getting closer and closer to the surface, Charlie's demon is still walking the earth and, ofcourse, vampiric community isn't happy with changelings at all ( I don't think changelings thinks positively about Charlie too).But they have their little family, their smol house, they even managed to create a new chimerical cat together, they are determined to survive and win. (curse sharing was a pretty sweet scene they both sung a song and put bits of their powers into small bat pins)

They even got the True Love merit!

Edit:

In the end, they worked with the occult council of the city ( vampires, werewolves and mages were there) to slay Glinda's spir. Charlie made a deal with a local settite leader Manon asking to help out with Glinda's ritual in return. Council succeed but flooded the city (not too badly, but still 😔). And Charlie's demon was trapped by other much more powerful vampires and he did his best to resist demon till the end.

Now happily married couple is traveling together, looking for the new deadly adventures x)

[muffy-official]

I haven't fully developed Gabbys parents and I feel ashamed aaa

Her mother is Joanna Kamiński, Henrys sweet Joanna

Her father is Henry Theodore Garland(fine with being called both names, he's used to that)

Haven't really thought of their full looks nor designs yet, might try to develop that

I had ideas for further lore:

I lowkey forget names I have written down tbh

But her dad mayhaps worked at a newspaper office for a while

Unhappy with the censoring that happened there

Eventually stumbling upon a cleaning lady who seemed to never want to speak, being Gabs future mother

From using gestures he tried to speak for her until her English got better, shielding her from possible discrimination and eventually it clicked between the two

Him perhaps even quitting his old job to pursue journalism as a job rather than a hobby, with her mom she maybe waited a bit or went for simple jobs when she felt the employers were somewhat immigrant friendly

Eventually deciding they wanted a child together

Being nervous, but loving first time parents, probably that's why Babri was so sour when seeing a 6yo Gabby run to her worrying sick father. She had what he never got.

Joanna was also aware of the dangers Henrys job might bring and Henry himself feels awful about said dangers that could happen when he isn't careful

Even if they were loving, they grew more protective over eachother and especially their child due to Henrys semi freelance journalism he's been conducting on Murkoff and hoping, praying even the mob family that did caught up a journalist was here in New Orleans undercover in 46 won't find his families location in Colorado. Unaware it's Murkoff that will take both him and Joanna forcefully from their home in 1950 while Gabby was away. Henry getting beaten unconscious by masked men in the process while Joanna was injected with a anesthetic as she was about to hit one of the many men with a bust she picked up from a little table. The house was left in a mess, somehow nobody caught wind of what happened or perhaps people were forced to look away who knows...

Henrys love language to Joanna was trying to find polish vinyls they could listen and dance to together. Even learning words, backing her up and always being there for her. He loves her dearly, he loves his child, she loves her child. Helping her around the house and with the baby as much as he could, comforting Joanna when news struck that part if not most of their family has been captured, killed or gotten in trouble in Poland. Just unfortunate that Murkoff took them. Even if they didn't, the alternative wouldn't be any better.. who knows what Salvatore Barbi would've done to or with Joanna and little Gabby if he did get his hands on Henry himself if he ever discovered their house in Colorado one way or another.

Henry also has a birthmark under his right eye, Joanna on the lower left corner of her mouth which Gabby ends up having both visible on her face

Henry also tried to avoid serving as much as he could. He couldn't handle thinking about how Joanna feels or leaving their not yet born daughter without a father

Henrys father, Albert hated that his son fell in love and slept with a Polish immigrant, being in that hateful mindset. He decided to just not allow his father to show up ever again, not even to Gabbys birthdays. The kid was only at his place a few times when her grandma Mary Ann was still alive, which she was a sweet woman, embarrassed of her husbands hateful views, but would feel guilty leaving his son behind like this.

Gabby as a child was a very alive and happy little girl, kinda reminding me of Bioshocks little sisters

Even though she still had to deal with mean things due to her hair colour and generally acting a bit different than other kids around her and be careful to not make it shown her mother's a immigrant

Listening to her dads rules to not trust most suited men upfront that may be trying talking to her etc

Her mother telling her to stay away from cops. There was one instance where a 3yo Gabby quietly wandered off from her mother, almost leaving the store as she saw something colourful outside that peaked the toddlers interest, her path getting blocked by a police officer who looked at the child and asked where her parents are, but before he could take further action her mother quickly picked her up seeing this, pointed at herself and left, leaving the man quite confused. Joanna doesn't like speaking in public due to her accent.

And what messes with her years since the disappearance her parents happened is that she eventually accepted they're probably dead, but something feels off about this. Something feels like they may be still here, but she doesn't know where or its just her still staying in denial, not wanting to believe if they're truly long gone.

Ngl I do hope this makes at least some sense and I also hope it's interesting and not bad to read

Update: tried to do a idea sketch for Joanna, not sure if this is the one

It's kinda hard to design parents that resemble their child enough

[practically-an-x-man]

For the childhood asks: 2, 3, and 18 for Nikoletta please!

Thank you!

OC Asks: Childhood Edition

2. Where did your muse grow up? What was their home like? Did they like where they grew up?

She grew up in New Orleans, and spent most of her childhood hovering right around the poverty line. Her father tried to keep their home as stable as he could - food on the table, keeping her in school, etc. - but there were still some rough patches from time to time. Nikoletta didn't exactly like it (it's tough being the only kid in school without new clothes, always having to borrow lunch from friends bc her dad couldn't afford groceries this week, all of that), but she knew her dad was doing his best and tried to be grateful for that. She loved her dad, and it was just the two of them, so she tried to help him in whatever ways she could.

3. What did your muse's family look like? Parents, grandparents? Big or small? Who was around the house when your muse was a kid?

Kinda alluded to this in the last answer, but she was raised by a single father and had no siblings. Her mother left the picture when Nikoletta was still an infant, shortly after she'd been weaned onto solid foods. She never gave a reason for disappearing, but it was likely a combination of 1. financial fear related to the increased resources, now that baby Nikki was eating more and 2. the "novelty" of a cute new baby wearing off, and getting spooked about the years of responsibility and hardship that were ahead of her. The reasons don't really matter: her mother left the picture, and her dad did the best he could.

Her dad did date here and there, and Nikoletta remembers a few of his girlfriends at various points in her childhood. They were by and large good people (though a couple of them were oddly pushy about being her "new mom", which was weird), but her dad never ended up tying the knot with any of them. He did also have a group of close friends that often hung around the house, for dinners and football games and whatever else.

18. What's one thing that instantly transports your muse back to their childhood? Why?

Pasta with red sauce. It's cheap and easy, and there were periods of her childhood where that was all she ate for a week straight because it was all her dad could afford. As an adult, she can't quite place how she feels about it, but it definitely reminds her of her childhood.

[strawberryxmagic]

[ lucy hale | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome HAVEN KENNER to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 21 year old WITCH/WOLF HYBRID, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be STUBBORN, but that’s all a façade to cover up their HARD WORKING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART by TAYLOR SWIFT, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

&. BASICS 

Full Name: haven briar kenner

Nicknames: tbd

Age: 21 

Sexuality: pansexual

Date of Birth:

Gender & Species: female / witch-werewolf hybrid

Current Location: new orleans

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: english, french

Education: going to college part time

Occupation: works at a bookshop

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: none

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign:

Bad Habits: overworking herself

Hobbies: reding, writing,

Fears: disappointing her family

Five Positive Traits: amiable, bright, creative, kind, sympathetic

Five Negative Traits: stubborn, denfensive, impulsive, shy, intense

&. BIOGRAPHY

classic overacheiver

super close with her mom and siblings.

is always trying to take care of everyone else but herself

she's not always the most understanding after putting so many things on her plate but she will listen and give you hugs when you need it

she loves reading and writing stories. it's the only thing that has kept her functioning

as a kid, haven was kind of the best of both worlds between her brother and sister. she was not as reserved as her brother but not quite as independent as her sister.

she always admired that her brother would try his best to take care of them in his own way. she was naturally a caring person who wanted the people she cared about most to be alright. to be happy. gradually, she put herself to the side and focused more on making sure her sister, her mom, and even the brother dedicated to taking care of her was alright. even if it wasn't big things, she would always make sure they were good.

even with her mild mannered and kind nature, haven definitely had a temper simmering beneath the surface. she was more passive aggressive when she got mad. but when it came to her family, she could be every bit the belligerent werewolf her sister could. her rage was just more contained, more in the shadows.

during high school, haven focused more on her future. on being able to take care of the people cared about most. she joined clubs, she took ap classes, she did everything she could for her future college applications. she planned on going to best college she could get and get a career that could take care of her family.

after high school, haven initially went away to college. she struggled, always worried about her family and if they were doing alright. after her first year and many panic attacks later, she transferred to a university back in louisiana where she was only a drive away.

when haven found out that both her siblings had disappeared, she didn't quite handle that well either. but she shoved all that aside to focus on her mother. she knew that tara would be even worse off than she was. they were all her children after all. haven transferred once again, but this time to an online university. she was determined to make sure her mom was alright. she found herself a job ( or two ) and focused all her energy on keeping what was left of her family sane and functional, herself be darned.

when her siblings appeared again after being trapped in a prison world, haven spread her energies to making sure that they were sane and functional. she would make sure they remembered to eat, what their schedules were, make sure the house was clean, etc.

after the gala, she is a nuerotic mess, requiring her mom and siblings to keep in touch so she can make sure that they haven't disappeared again.

(i’ll add more or edit this later!

[badcard]

basic husk rundown. this isn't flowery or anything it's all just true

husk's human name was ambrose devayne, SPECIFICALLY DeVayne and he gets mad if it isnt spelled like that

his family are from louisiana (where he grew up) i do not care what canon has to say.

he grew up in new orleans jazz halls, studied the smoky glitz of it all in complete awe. learned to play saxophone and generally made himself a nuisance around the seedier clubs and bars as a kid, giving people lip and learning card tricks

he was ENCHANTED by street performers, the way they could make him stop dead in his tracks with a well placed word, the personal nature of it. he got in trouble for capering around with them instead of helping around the house

very used to noise and rambunction. it's why he can tune out the general ruckus of the hotel so easily

while he wasn't particularly religious in life, his parents were, and he learned a lot about both voudou and catholicism from them

he moved to las vegas with nothing but a flatcap and a dream stopped by hot springs, arkansas on his way. did he know al capone? why don't you mind your own business.

has been dodging al capone in hell this whole time bc he beat him at poker and rinsed him

he is a LIAR and a CHEAT and SELFISH. he's also very very good at calling bluffs, reading faces, seeing through bullshit. his intuition's always been a bit spooky even before it was enhanced in death

it's around his late 20s/early 30s that he starts his travelling, picking up money however he can - street performing or performing in clubs and bars (he plays saxophone and sings as well as his magic tricks), he's shined a good few shoes in his time, drove a cab around london for a while, tended bar in spain, helped out at food stalls in japan, in order to travel for free he'd help out on boats, etc etc

literally never one time been in a serious relationship. had (many) flings here and there because he is after all an opportunist

lost touch with his mother when he started to lose money. he was waking up drunk and broke and unable to write her back, and he just kept putting it off - once i win x, once i clean up, once i settle down. and it just never happened.

he has a sister!! couple years younger than him, was his main connection to home because he wrote her for a few more years than his mother (he lied to her in his letters so she wouldn't worry). stopped writing her eventually. she died around 5 years before he did in a hurricane back home. it was kind of the last straw.

he's fully 56 we had this conversation he told me to my face. look at him. idk where this nonsense about him being 70-something came from and frankly it angers me

he won his status as an overlord, much like he later lost it. it got a bit shaky for a while - he had so much power over swindling, making bets, securing deals, which is basically an overlord's whole thing. i'd actually call power yet another one of his addictions but are we as a society ready for that conversation

overlord husk was insane. there's a sniper at my window rn bc if i talk about it too much itll be too good and clever

he didnt like val when he was an overlord either. seriously fuck that guy enemies (one sided) and it's been that way since the day he died

his va is black, he is black, end of story

[thepropertylovers]

Downtown Triple Date Night

Every once in a while, the planets and stars align such that it allows us to have a night out, sans kids. It seems to be happening a lot more lately than it used to, which is a testament to our amazing friends and family who step in and help us out when we need them to. I can’t tell you why we never really asked for much help with the kids for the first few years? Was it because they were so little and we wanted to be with them 24/7 since they were still in the very early learning stages? I just remember we always felt like we had to do everything back then, and we were constantly juggling so much.

Now that our kids are a little older, we gladly let them go with their aunt to vacation bible school or spend the night at mammaw’s.

Such was the case last night. VBS is every night this week, so their aunt came by around 5:30 to take them to church for a few hours. We love this time they get with her because she is so wonderful and the kids adore her, and it always gives us a few hours to pick up the house, get some work done, etc.

Just as they were pulling away, Matt and Beau and their moms pulled in. Their moms are in town from New Orleans and last night was their last night in town, so we wanted to make sure and see them before they left. They are absolutely precious and such sweet, caring and hilarious women. I couldn’t let them leave Tennessee without squeezing their necks.

We did our hair and sprayed some cologne and made the short drive downtown to eat at our favorite local Italian restaurant. The sun was bright and warm, casting an orange, hazy glow over the entire place. The conversation was light but meaningful, and kept us laughing the entire night.

And the food!!! We all shared appetizers and then I got tortellini and bread pudding for dessert. 10/10. No notes.

I don’t want to imagine a life without these friends in this town on nights like this.

xoxoxoxo

[iwantjobs]

2/11/2025: Oh no, now Trump threatened hell in Gaza if Hamas doesn't continue the hostage release even though Israel killed 25 people in Gaza since the ceasefire, more massive killing in Occupied West Bank.

i said it before and I am repeating myself again to say that America is being included by Satan in this Israel-Hamas war even though Hamas was also influenced by the forces of Satan by killing one or two Israeli kids, kidnapped Isreal kids as hostages, and raped 1-2 women and chopped off one of their bodies and paraded the chopped off bodies like animals in the jungle.

I fear America's destruction in perhaps big natural disasters in two areas (gay capital of the world, San Francisco, and somewhere in conservative Americans live), and perhaps even more unusual airplane crashes by Americans and not jihadis (5 since Trump took office with one in southern California today with no death but the plane was filled over). If the war continues and Trump did release Biden's block of 2,000 lbs, then natural disasters and weird airplane crashes be be God's punishment on Americans and America. Crashes and natural destructions in America as another battleground by God (Jesus' father/Allah/Yahweh/Brahmin/Ong Troi/etc. to reign in America's ego to say that it is God and subconsciously test if there is a God because Christianity and America (mostly Protestants with its link to Protestants of England and conservatives) think God is a human being (Jesus) when the Bible clearly stated that Jesus was only God's son.

Stay away from airplane this year. Avoid San Francisco and conservative town for the last 3 airplane crashes was in Trump's states or where Trump and US supreme Court (for the future when my Palestinian lawsuit arrives there while it's waiting in gay San Francisco last 6.03 months, and where I got hurt badly by 3.1 lost gay young people working at Starbucks bullied and sexually assaulted me in a minor form as my bosses and the US government did barely nothing) is located (Washington DC, Alaska, Arizona with plane flying from Texas). Philadelphia is for the black community and half black blood ex vice president, black top US general, and UN black female rep who didn't do anything. The new Orleans mass shooting was also for the aforementioned reason and done by your American, black American, too. Today's airplane crash in which no one died after a small plane flipped onto a grassy area in CA happened in Shafter and it's in Kern county within a CA county that voted for Trump 2024. I made a theory that these airplanes crashes are answers to Netanyahu's, IDF 's, Biden 's, and Trump's singing of the words (precision strikes) under Trump's watch because he did precision strikes on ISIS in Somalia for no reason, announced his first guest to his office as a Zionist terrorist genocide leader Netanyahu, and after Netanyahu left. if you don't believe me, check the time lines of these events. As for Biden, the natural disaster in LA had to happened right before Biden left office--it would never make sense if it happened the second trump can into office because it was under Biden 's watch that 49% of Gaza was flattened and 10-13,000 Gazan children died. The LA fire happened because of the AIPAC in Hollywood involvement in this war with Netanyahu's money bribe criminal trial involved one of Hollywood aipac so the LA fire has to be in a rich Hollywood people area and not just poor Hollywood people. This LA fire is the most expensive natural disaster in America because it also happened in one of the richest area (Palisades) where multi-million homes are, and most importantly it also has Jewish mosques for many muslims temples and even Catholic churches were burned in Gaza and West Bank. The fire couldn't happen in New York in North East coast where there are many Jewish people but it only has to happen in CA where there are many Hollywood Jewish executives have their houses (and it involves AIPAC Jewish that gives Netanyahu money). Furthermore, a week after LA, an electric car battery plant in Monterey county exploded which is 2.5 hours away from South of San Francisco and 1.5 hours away from where I am living (San Jose). Then 1.5 weeks after that, a oil refinery for gas cars exploded in Martinez northeast of San Francisco. How is the changes of 2 explosions of car energy companies happening almost same time? Approaching the direction towards San Francisco after LA fired in the South of California? I am in South of San Francisco and I am preparing for an earthquake, too. I could be wrong but a big earthquake in bay area near San Francisco is died for we haven't experienced one in a long time including Sam Francisco.

The shipping container ships crashed into the bridge also happened during Biden which was similar to the Houthis shooting the ships to stop the Gaza war. Can't happen under Trump or it won't make sense. The train crash under Biden in a town called East Palestine which tax payers had to pay the town for the chemical pollution and destruction. I took this as a sign from the heaven that my Palestinian lawsuit will open the door for terrorists to sue and get compensation for rebuilding Gaza with the name East Palestine in this picture. Come on, what's the chances we helping to fight a war in a place where people are called Palestinians and all the sudden train crash in a town called East Palestine and the US government has to pay for damages.

I could be wrong analyzing God's database of life but I am only here to warn humans. LA fire was God's response to punishment America for most Americans didn't say anything about war on children in Gaza (30%. Of the population) and Biden's generous supply of 2,000 bombs made in America bombs !as beautiful signed by the eastern Indian American presidential Republican female candidate against trump and 20 billions in last 15 months to flatten nearly 40% of Gaza. However big the destruction Trump allows Netanyahu and IDF to be Gaza, it will be how big the earth in gay san Francisco (sat comfortably with my Palestinian lawsuit last 6 months when so many Gazan children died) and some natural disaster in some conservative areas.

I think when we act too cocky and too much with pride, God will eventually whacks us back to our modesty for I was once cocky too coming out as a hardcore heterosexual female philosopher or the female Buddha so that was why God sent those lost 3.1 gays and their ,5 female white buddies and one white Latino with Italians first name who worked Starbucks in gay San Francisco to bully and sexually assaulted me in a minor form and not report my back sprain work injury, and with the US government didn't have much sympathy even to follow it's laws to help me.

I am praying harder since I live here gay San Francisco. Trang's work at 51.83 years old. Poor children of America for they will have to suffer for the adults decisions, too. Poor Gazan children. Poor Israeli children. Poor 3 children in the West Bank that Israeli IDF killed in raids of bombing and shooting since the peacefire.

Ok folks, all this typing is to teach you how to predict God's thinking in his creation of "his database evidence" where everything is lined and locked up for us to follow: follow our hearts and our date will go this direction. (God's direction to be closer to him), or follow our greed and violence and our fate will go the other direction (Satan's direction of hell). Furthermore, I had to apply the thinking that all humans are God's children and 🦖 🦕 are God's pets to make this prediction work using God's database of life--AKA, "what do we do as parents if our children act up?". Why did God exterminate the dinosaurs? Got bored and got too ugly and too violent? Will God do the same for us humans because earth will eventually be charred after the Sun dies, and we humans are getting too gay, fat, wrinkley with dried skin without wearing hats and lotion, ugly-aging-bad-chunky-bottom-sunken-neck-curvy posture and always violent? The livestocks and animals complained to God why they are lower when the humans are getting uglier than them? Will God allow humanity to love our of earth and into other planets or will God allow humanity to kill it's in a WWWIII (which I am trying to stop because My PSTD fears that I might be an elderly when it happens, and even a second civil war in America). It would suck big time if you are a child and an elderly trapped in a war.

___

2/12/2025: another airplane crash in America...in Republic area called San Diego of California where the military is. And it's US Navy aircraft! Thank goodness no deaths.

US Harry Truman aircraft carrier collided with a merchant ship in Mediterranean Sea. This ship was done fighting with the Houthis, too. Too much of a weird coincidence to not factor in the work of the heavenly force as another possible reason. And what's the chances of a massive carrier to collide with a tiny merchant ship? Not a tiny scratch with all that fighting with the Houthis in last 15 months and all the sudden an accident after Trump took over suggested living out 2 millions Gazan and take full ownership of Gaza.

Tiny Plane crash in New Hampshire with no injury. Don't know why it occurred on this area but I'll do research.

2/13/2025: 3 little earthquakes on Hayward earthquake line 1-2 milles north and east of San Francisco.

Rubio's plane was forced to not fly because there was a crack in the wind shield in Munich.

2/24/2025: my advice to Americans, stay away from places that can produce accidents that produces similar destruction as Gaza including tunnels as Gazan tunnels bombing. Today in Wyoming (Trump's state) 2 people dead and multiple injured of an "explosion" not just a simple crash by trucks and semis but explosion produces by transformers on a tractor-trailer. It's an explosion inside the tunnel where it was difficult for rescuers to get inside to save those poor people, like bomb throwing into tunnels in Gaza. You tell me when was a last tunnel explosion in America that is like this? Car accidents inside tunnels where rescuers were able to get in, but not like this one where rescuers had a hard time getting in because of large smoke like a bomb smoke.

I could be wrong with all these weird accidents since Trump took over office after Biden got slapped with the LA fire looking like a Gaza destruction, but be careful Americans. I believe America (democrats with Biden people and Republicans with Trump's people) is testing if there is a force higher than them that can control them on Holyland where all the religions are supposed to have their influence (minus Buddhism and Hinduism) so we must protect all those religions to have their present there and not kick people out, build. Trump's tower, etc.

Perhaps all these little accidents and L.A. fired that represent the heavens above showing direct challenge to the US playing God in deciding who should be kicked out of this Holyland when this Holyland has all the paws of all major religions on it (except Hinduism and Buddhism). Perhaps these little coincidences that represent "precise strikes from heaven, bombing of tunnels, and intimidating strikes that scratches a little on the Harry Trump carrier, planes that nearly hit houses, etc is to warm Trump and his Republican that if they continue this Israel-Hamas war, there will be bigger destruction like earth in gay San Francisco where my Palestinian lawsuit has been sitting comfortably in last 6.1 months while 13,000 Gazan children (Hmas' number) are dead and where I nearly got killed and became a crippled, mental, and lost my home (condo), job and now on disability checks which can't afford to rent a place because I have tons of credit card debt so I became a semi-homeless with my van as my most stable place to sleep.

OK folks, I am done. This will be my last post on this page. If there is a WWWIII, American second civil war, or the Israel-Hamas war contie and things so nasty with American experiencing earthquake here and there, 3 volca ies in America erupting, natural disasters in Republican states where Protestant are rh serving force to continue this war, then I'll post below: https://www.tumblr.com/trangyapping

Peace and love via suing. Take care folks and children.

[senashenta]

Storm Season: Chapter Ten

Title: Storm Season (Chapter Ten)

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: E

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

Summary: “Dean Winchester is Saved.” The angels all say, clear as a bell—and Dean crawls out of his own grave. Shortly after, he meets the person who pulled him out of Hell, and it turns out to be CASTIEL. Seven years after Cas vanished off the face of the Earth, Dean is suddenly confronted with his former lover again, only this time he’s not just a regular college kid—he’s an ANGEL, and Dean just doesn’t know how to compute that AT ALL.

But even after all these years, Dean can’t deny that he still has feelings for Cas, even as he and Sam embark on an out-of-place-palraijuq Hunt in Louisiana. Not even a giant crocodile monster can keep his attention when Cas comes around—and just like before, the angel is very, very distracting, bringing up Dean’s love for him once more. But things aren’t as simple as when they were younger and Cas was human, and it will take a lot of work before Dean can trust Cas again.

Notes: The last chapter of Storm Season, but not the end! Because, I’m going to level with you here, I have like TWENTY follow-up one-shots to go with this fic. :| Yeah, I planned for like five or six, to match the number that followed Horror High, but my brain just kept spitting out ideas and so… twenty (it used to be THIRTY but I pared it down some out of necessity.) THUS, TWENTY. AND POSSIBLY COUNTING. WE SHALL SEE. XD;;

I had planned to have all the post-SS one-shots finished up by the time I finished posting the chapters of Storm Season itself, but between the NaNo in November (I WON BTW) and the sheer volume of one-shots I was working on, it just didn’t happen. (Also, my ADHD meds stopped working properly for a while so I couldn’t concentrate worth SHIT.) So, I’ll be posting the ones I HAVE got finished each Thursday until I run out and then posting the new ones as I finish them until I’m done. I’m hoping I can write one a week and keep up the schedule, but idek at this point THANKS BRAIN. (I guess just follow the Horror High et al series to get the updates? Yeah.)

So, enjoy the last chapter of Storm Season (it’s basically all smut) and thank you for sticking through to the (sort of but not really) end with me, those few of you who did! I really appreciate it! (How did Storm Season get an even poorer reception than Horror High?? What even happened there?? Was/is it really that bad?? PLEASE TELL ME I’M DYING TO KNOW.)

Anyway, see you next week with When Lightning Strikes and keep an eye out for other SPN fics from me that are unrelated to this AU as well: Cessation (SPN/The Walking Dead crossover), Frailty (where Cas is the Fallen Angel/Hunter and Dean is the civilian), Tying Knots (ABO), The House (Big Brother type scenario), Where Monsters Come From (SPN/Heralds of Valdemar crossover), etc.! :D

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STORM SEASON Chapter Ten By Senashenta

It was four thirty in the morning in New Orleans by the time Cas zapped them back to the motel room, and Sam was, unsurprisingly, still fast asleep in his bed. Cas’s flight was completely soundless, of course, so the younger Winchester didn’t even stir when they arrived. In the gloom, without turning any lights on, Dean just started getting undressed—and Cas followed suit, until they were both stripped to their underwear (and Dean a t-shirt), and crawled into Dean’s bed quietly, settling there easily after only a moment of arranging and rearranging.

Cas flung an arm over Dean’s chest and let his head come to rest by the man’s shoulder, only for Dean to lift a hand up a moment later and tip his chin up to drag him into a kiss, long and deep and languid. Cas hummed out a soft pleased sound, even as Dean began shifting them again to push Cas down onto his back and settle over him.

“Dean…” Cas protested quietly, with no real strength behind it; “your brother…”

Sam was literally in his own bed less than ten feet away. But Dean just ducked to trail kisses along Cas’s throat, down to bite at his collar bone gently. “So, you’ll just have to be quiet for once,” came his murmured reply, “and if you’re going to be gone again, I want as much of you as I can get until you go.”

And how was Cas supposed to say ‘no’ to that? Not that he really wanted to, anyway. So, he just reached up with one hand to thread his fingers into Dean’s hair and tugged him in for another proper kiss. Sam was going to kill them when he inevitably found out about this, but Cas figured they could cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, he just sank into the following series of kisses, sighing out a happy noise against Dean’s mouth as their tongues slid together hotly.

When they broke apart for air after a few long, drawn-out moments, Cas let his head fall back and Dean ducked to kiss along his neck, down to his shoulder and then farther, along his collar bone, nipping gently before moving down to lick across one of Cas’s nipples. Cas arched into it with a quiet gasp, blue eyes closing over even as Dean dragged one hand down his side to tug at the waistband of his boxers.

“Let’s get you out of these.” He chuckled softly.

Cas made a barely audible protesting noise. “Not just mine, yours too. And your shirt. I want to feel all of you.”

Dean laughed again, still softly, and eased back and to the side, quickly stripping out of his t-shirt and tossing it out of the way, and that was followed swiftly by him wiggling out of his boxers. Cas followed suit, and soon they were both bare, and Dean was pressing close against him again underneath the covers.

“Sam is going to kill us when he finds out.” Cas reminded him, voice low.

The shit-eating grin that split across Dean’s face in the darkness was enough of a response for Cas, and he rolled his eyes before pulling Dean closer, down on top of himself and dragging him into another kiss. Dean settled over him with a pleased noise in his throat, pushing one leg up between Cas’s and rubbing against his half-hard cock, making the angel muffle a moan against his lips.

Dean continued rubbing against him, then graduated to rolling their hips together, grinding their cocks against one another while Cas did his best to muffle little groans and cries into Dean’s mouth. Eventually Dean pulled back and kissed a sloppy line up his jaw to whisper in his ear, “turn over, Cas, it’ll be easier to muffle yourself into the pillows that way.”

Dean had a point. So, when the man on top of him moved to the side, Cas rolled over, easing onto his stomach. Dean, meanwhile, reached over the edge of the bed to his duffle bag to dig for the lube. It took a moment to find it, searching blind in the dark, but he finally managed it and pulled the important tube out with a soft pleased noise before returning to Cas, who had settled on his stomach with his hands up gripping at the pillows. He was silently watching Dean’s every move, blue eyes bright even in the gloom of the hotel room.

Licking his lips absently, Dean rubbed one hand down Cas’s spine, pausing at the small of his back and pushing the blankets down out of the way before patting one hand against Cas’s hip—a quiet urge for him to part his legs. And if Sam woke up at this point, they were well and truly screwed, because, uncovered as they were, there was no pretending they were doing anything else.

“We should have… ah… just gotten another room.” Cas whispered, half-muffled into the pillows as he arched his hips into Dean’s hands despite his protests. “This is… not a good idea…”

“Stop pretending you don’t love this as much as I do.” Dean murmured back with a grin—and quickly slicked up his fingers, tossing the lube to the side afterward, then focusing down, one hand holding against Cas’s hip and the other starting to prep the angel with the first finger, easing deep and easily, curling and nudging at Cas’s prostate already—

And Cas yelped out a cry, quickly burying his face in the pillows to muffle it. His hands grabbed at the covers, pulling restlessly as Dean continued, pushing a second finger into him quickly after the first and immediately going for his sweet spot again, a little smirk on his face the entire time. Cas could only moan into the pillows, trying desperately to keep himself quiet enough so as not to wake Sam.

When Dean slid the third finger into him, Cas just whimpered and pressed his forehead into the pillows, panting now, and pushing back into Dean’s hand. Finally, Dean pulled his fingers away and reached to run his slicked-up hand over his own aching dick, then settled himself against Cas’s back and pushed himself into Cas’s body with the briefest, softest of moans.

Dean was better at keeping himself quiet than Cas was—always had been. Dean could press the mute button when need be. Cas had basically no control over the volume of his cries and pleasure-induced ramblings. The pillows were absolutely necessary in this situation, especially when Dean sank into him right to the hilt and settled over him like that, a heavy, warm weight against his entire back. Perfect.

They had had sex like this before—with Cas on his stomach, sandwiched between Dean and the mattress, barely any space even to breathe—but not often (and definitely not recently.) Not that they didn’t enjoy it because God they did, it was just that it could be a little awkward, and other positions were easier, got them there faster, and they could both be rather impatient at times.

“God… Dean…” Cas panted out, forehead digging into the pillows and chest heaving as he gasped for air. He shoved his hips back into Dean’s and quickly muffled a whimper before begging, “please.”

“I’ve got you, Cas…” Came Dean’s reply, just a murmur against Cas’s ear, and then he pulled his hips back slowly before starting to roll them into Cas’s, hot and deliciously deep.

In this position Dean had to angle his hips in a very specific way to strike Cas’s prostate—but he knew how, albeit from distant memory, and soon Cas was desperately rocking back against him, burying his face in the pillows to muffle too-loud moans and shouts. For his part, Dean just ducked his own face against Cas’s shoulder to press messy, meandering kisses there—and then bit down hard with a groan when Cas pushed back against him in a particularly good angle, making the pleasure spike in his gut and tingle in his hips, up his spine.

Cas muffled a yelp at the bite—(it would heal in a matter of minutes)—biting down on the pillow, himself, as Dean continued rocking into him, his cock rubbing heatedly inside him, all over his sweet spot, making him pant heavily and clutch at the bedsheets even as Dean’s arms slid up under his, holding him close and tight as the man on top of him began panting against the back of his neck.

And Dean continued fucking Cas like that, slow and hot and passionate, for the next few long minutes, the near silence of the motel room broken only by the intermittent, soft creaking of the bed and the occasional quiet moans and groans that they didn’t manage to muffle in time. Sam didn’t seem to notice a thing, thank God, or if he did, he was good at hiding it. (He wouldn’t have been good at hiding it, Cas thought vaguely.)

Finally, though, they were both worked up to their peak and Cas desperately buried his face in the pillows again as he came hard, the borderline exhibitionism a definite turn-on, it turned out, a too-loud cry muffled by foam padding and worn feathers. Dean just took a few more, hard thrusts before biting down on Cas’s shoulder again to quiet his own moan when he reached completion, coming deep inside the angel underneath him.

They were still for a moment, both panting hard because that had been surprisingly intense, and then Dean quietly eased himself out of Cas’s body and over to the side, settling on his back with a huff. Cas stayed where he was for another little while, just trying to suck in oxygen through the pillow under his face, before turning over and shuffling up against Dean’s side, pulling the blankets up around them properly once more.

“I’m sorry I bit you.” Dean murmured, the fingers of one hand trailing along the already-healing marks on Cas’s shoulder.

Cas made a soft, amused sound. “You didn’t have a pillow to muffle yourself with. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but…” Dean protested quietly.

“No buts. They’re already healing. They’ll be gone in no time.” Cas assured him in a whisper. “Now.” Concentrating for a moment, he used his Grace to tidy himself up—then placed a hand against Dean’s chest and did the same for him, following that up by cleaning up the sheets. When Dean gave him an incredulous look Cas just shrugged and leaned his head down by his shoulder. “One of the perks of being an angel. Though… it does mean I don’t get to keep your come in me longer, which is too bad.”

Dean coughed softly at that. “I’d forgotten you liked that so much.”

“Mm, feels like you’re marking me when you come inside me. I still like that idea.” Cas agreed, barely audible, then; “you should get some sleep, Dean. It’s really late. I’ll still be here when you wake up in the morning.”

Dean hesitated, but in the end, it was really late, and he was tired, his body already starting to fall into relaxation after a bout of good sex, and, as long as Cas would be there when he woke up, he supposed it was all good.

“Goodnight, Cas.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

He was asleep within minutes, Cas tucked up snugly in his arms.

-- --

When Dean woke up the next day it was to Cas nudging him in the side and Sam standing over their bed demanding “what the hell, you guys?!”

He glanced at the clock, which told him it was just before eight-thirty a.m., and mentally decided it was way too early for this shit, especially since he’d been up until after five the night before. Then again, if it was about what he assumed it was, he had brought it on himself, so he really couldn’t complain, could he?

“What the shit, Sammy? I was asleep.” Dean complained.

Sam was standing there in his boxers and a t-shirt, probably intending to get dressed and go on a run, but at that exact moment he was glaring at Dean—and Cas—like they had committed some kind of mortal sin. “I got out of bed and stepped on a tube of freaking lube, and your clothes are scattered everywhere, you really just—you couldn’t help yourselves, could you? You just had to—but while I was sleeping right in the bed next to you? Really?!”

Cas at least had the presence of mind to look chagrined. “Sorry, Sam, it just kind of… happened.”

Dean, however, was not as apologetic: “we didn’t wake you up, what are you bitching for?”

“It’s the principle of th—” Sam broke off and made a face, throwing his hands into the air, then stomped off to get changed for his run, muttering about the lack of respect the entire time. Cas couldn’t really blame him for being annoyed, but at the same time Dean had a point—they had very specifically been as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the younger Winchester and had apparently been successful if he hadn’t even noticed until the morning. Still. He felt bad. Wondered if there was some way to make it up to Sam…

And then Dean was sitting up, wrapping an arm around him and kissing by his ear, then down against his jaw. Cas sighed softly and angled his head into the kisses with a smile. “Stop… honestly, Dean, you can’t keep me from leaving by keeping me in bed with you forever…”

Dean paused at that—then released him and flopped down onto his back again. “Buzzkill.”

“Sorry.” Cas shifted around, lowering himself down and tucking into Dean’s side once more, sliding an arm over his ribs and leaning his head by his chest, just listening to his heart beating. “We already talked about this. I have to go back for a while, and the sooner the better, I…” Trailing off, he tilted his head to press a kiss against Dean’s chest, over his heart, and sighed; “I don’t want to. You know I want to stay with you, but if I want to keep from being locked in… I don’t—I don’t want them to do that, and the two of us never to see each other again, Dean.”

“I know.” Dean’s arm came up around him and he managed, “’s just hard, is all. I already lost you once before. This feels like losing you all over again.”

“Mm-mm.” Cas made a soft negative noise in his throat, “I won’t let that happen. Dean, I know… it hasn’t been long, but… have you thought about what I said? About me casting my Grace out? I’ll only try it if it’s alright with you…”

The man in his arms hesitated, then finally blew out a breath and told him; “if you can do it safely, if it comes down to it, then yeah. Because human Cas is more than enough for me. We can make it work. And I’d rather that than you get locked in upstairs and never see you again. It’d kill me, Cas, to lose you again, after everything.”

“Wait, why are you losing Cas again?” This came from Sam, who had emerged from the bathroom with his running gear on. He had dug his ipod out and was holding it in one hand. He had a confused, concerned expression on his face. “Dean, what’s happening?”

“Cas has to leave.” Dean answered reluctantly. “And there’s a chance he… won’t be back.”

Sam’s worried expression fell right into kicked puppy territory, and he walked over to set his ipod on the table and sit down on one of the chairs there, his run (and his earlier morning’s anger) obviously forgotten for the time being. “Guys, what’s going on?”

Cas pressed his forehead into Dean’s chest for a moment, hair mussing there, before pushing himself to sit up again. “My superiors in Heaven are very displeased with me, with the amount of time I’m spending down here with you and Dean. Especially Dean. They don’t approve of my relationship with him, and… I have to go back, at least for a while, to show them I’m still a good soldier. But when I get there, there’s a chance they might lock me in, just… keep me there indefinitely. Or at least until long after you two are gone from the Earth. Lock me in, essentially.”

Dean scrubbed a hand down his face, then rubbed at his hair before sitting up once more himself. He hated this topic with every fiber of his very being, but he did understand that it was an important one—and that Cas’s leaving was coming up soon. Very soon. Probably that day, even.

And it hurt. The thought of Cas leaving again. Of not having him in his life, like he had for all those years. But, Dean supposed, at least this time he knew that Cas was still alive and would theoretically be coming home to him—though if he never did come back again, Dean wasn’t sure what to do about it. If there was anything that could be done about it. So, all he could do was just pray that Cas returned—and in one piece—because the plan to cast out his Grace was frankly terrifying. He didn’t want his boyfriend to implode, thank you very much.

“When do you think you’ll…?”

“…today. Sometime today. I have to get back soon before they yank me back and—"

Cas and Sam had continued talking while Dean thought, but now Dean interrupted with, “Sam, are you going on your… jog. Or whatever?”

“Well, I was going to, but this kind of seems more important…” Sam trailed off slightly, and when Dean gave him a look you could practically see the lightbulb go off. He stood quickly and picked up his ipod again, then hunted down his wallet and shoved it into his shorts pocket. “Look, you guys take your time, I’ll take the long route and stop for coffee after.” Then a pause and he hesitated before looking back toward Cas and telling him, “I’ll… see you, Cas. If I’m not back before you… you know.”

Cas offered a slightly sad smile. “Mm. See you later, Sam.”

Once Sam was gone and the door firmly closed behind him, Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and dragged him back down into the bed with him, settling with Dean tucked into Cas’s side, rather than the other way around, Cas adjusted to this switch of positions easily, tucking Dean against himself and pressing a kiss into his hair gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

Dean’s arm tightened across his ribs, and he muttered, “I get it. You don’t have to apologize. I just… hate it, that’s all. Feels like losing you all over again. I just finally got you back, you know?”

“I know.” Cas brought one hand up to stroke his fingers through Dean’s hair gently, “but I’ll be back, one way or another. Just give it some time.”

Dean was silent for a while after that, just absorbing Cas into himself, before he finally murmured, “hey, Cas? Before you go, can you do something for me?”

“Anything.” Cas told him softly, sincerely.

Dean tipped his head to press a kiss into Cas’s chest, then glanced up at him and whispered, “…make love to me?”

And oh. That was…

They had only done that once before, in the entire course of their relationship. Dean had to be in a very particular headspace to want Cas to make love to him, and not the other way around. But he supposed if there was ever a time for Dean to be feeling that way—down, vulnerable, needing to get out of his own thoughts—it was now. Cas just hadn’t expected it, that was all. Not that he had a problem with it, not in any way.

And at least this time wouldn’t be the first time, though it would admittedly be only the second. Still, it didn’t feel quite so much like Cas’s heart was in his throat at the very idea. He had some experience, albeit in the distant past. And if this was what Dean wanted right now, how could he deny it to him? He would never deny Dean anything, if he could help it…

So, Cas just swallowed slightly and dipped his head down to give Dean a gentle kiss. “Of course, Dean, if that’s what you need.”

“I just need to feel you. Feel you own me. Be yours.” Dean murmured against his lips, “before you leave.”

Cas smiled softly. “Something to remember until I get back?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Dean agreed, angling for another kiss.

Kissing back warmly, Cas pulled Dean closer before gently easing him onto his back and rolling at the same time to sink down over him. They traded kisses, heated and wanting, for several long moments, Cas drifting one hand up and down Dean’s side and Dean wrapping one arm around Cas’s neck and the other around his back, holding him close. Then Cas’s hand slid down and in to palm at Dean’s cock, and he hummed out a pleased noise when his boyfriend began to harden up in his hand.

A moment later, now jerking Dean off in earnest, Cas drew back to drop a little kiss against the frankly adorable dimple in the chin of the man under him before moving on to kiss over the curve of his throat, then along one collar bone and down to his chest, pausing there to lick and bite at one nipple, making Dean gasp and arch, his hips twitching and jerking at the same time.

Cas just smiled against his skin and continued downward, kissing and licking along Dean’s skin to duck under the blanket—and hummed to himself before slowing his hand’s strokes and ducking in to lick over the head of Dean’s cock. He followed that up by taking it into his mouth, easing deep, slowly, and beginning to suck, loving the molecular-level taste of Dean’s precome on his tongue; even cosmically, Dean tasted amazing.

Soon Dean was writhing under him, hand grabbing and pulling at the blankets and, buried under the covers, Cas actually missed the feeling of Dean yanking on his hair. He just continued sucking Dean off, hot and heavy, one hand sliding up to hold against Dean’s hip to hold him still—and that pulled a soft cry from Dean’s throat, one that made Cas smile around the dick in his mouth.

Finally, though, he pulled away, licking his lips, and considered for a moment before crawling back up and popping out from underneath the blankets, hair an absolute mess. When Dean looked at him, still panting for air, Cas just flashed a smile and offered, “sorry, I need the lube. Any idea where…?”

“I don’t… ah.” Dean let his head fall back and took a few more panted breaths, then swallowed and managed; “on the floor somewhere, probably? Sam said he stepped on it, right?”

“We should have thought of this earlier.” Cas chuckled, settling half-over Dean again and leaning in to kiss him gently, sliding a hand to close it around his cock and squeezing firmly. “Just give me a minute.”

When he climbed out of the bed, Dean made a token protest but just slumped back against the pillows and eased a hand down to take hold of his own dick, starting to stroke, grip loose, just trying to maintain some of the pleasure from Cas sucking him off only a moment before. “Cas… ah… hurry.”

He was hurrying, searching the floor on one side of the bed before cursing under his breath and skirting around to the other side—and ah, yes, there it was. Cas nicked the tube of lubricant from the carpet and then climbed back into the bed, quickly getting under the covers and kissing Dean once, briefly, before ducking down under the bedsheets once more, shuffling down to push Dean’s still-moving hand out of the way and enthusiastically duck in to replace it with his mouth again. Above him, Dean just arched and moaned in appreciation.

Another long couple of minutes of a heated blowjob, hidden by the blankets that were pulled up to Dean’s waist, and Cas pulled back again, this time to uncap the lube and slick up his fingers. Then he returned the cap to the tube and discarded it to the side before nudging at Dean’s legs to get him to part them farther and bend his knees—and then licked his lips and gently, carefully pushed one finger into Dean’s body, slowly, all the way to the third knuckle in one go.

Dean hissed softly, hips shifting slightly, uncomfortable. “Ah.”

Cas poked his head out from under the blankets, a concerned look on his face. “Okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” Dean chuckled weakly and released the blankets with one hand, reaching down to run his fingers through Cas’s hair. Cas leaned into the touch. “It’s been almost ten years. And even then, it was only once. But I’ll be fine.” Because he knew—he knew first-hand, albeit from a long time ago—that after the initial discomfort and inevitable, vague pain, came absolutely mind-blowing pleasure. Now, Dean tugged at Cas’s hair and offered a breathless little smile. “Keep going.”

Cas looked at him for a long moment before flashing a smile and tossing the blankets back a bit so they were more out of the way, then ducking in to lick up the thick, sensitive vein on the underside of Dean’s dick even as he began to move his hand, pushing his single finger in and out—then crooking it slightly and prodding gently until he found just the right spot—and pressed into it firmly, his smile widening when Dean jerked and moaned.

“Freaking… prostate…!” Dean gasped out, head back and groaning now.

“Freaking prostate.” Cas agreed with a little grin and dipped his head to suck Dean’s cock into his mouth again even as he eased the second finger into him, pushing deep, parting and stroking, making Dean moan and gasp and twitch. Cas just concentrated on coordinating sucking Dean off with fucking him on his fingers until he added the third finger, stretching Dean wide and working over his sweet spot mercilessly all at the same time.

At that point, Dean had his head flung back, was moaning wantonly, one hand down and clenched in Cas’s hair, kneading restlessly as he tried desperately to keep his hips still despite Cas’s onslaught. Cas just continued sucking him off enthusiastically, fingers pushing and shoving at Dean’s prostate—until Dean finally tightened his grip in Cas’s hair and gave a little push.

“Stop. Stop, you’ve gotta… oh God, fuck…!” Dean shook his head against the pillows and pulled at Cas’s hair, tugging him off his dick and farther, up over himself, into a kiss, deep and desperate, then broke away again to pant against his lips; “please, Cas…!”

Cas laughed softly and ducked in for another kiss, but pushed once more against Dean’s prostate, making him moan against Cas’s lips, and then carefully pulled his fingers out and away, sliding his hand up to hold by Dean’s hip firmly, even as he nudged himself up between Dean’s legs—and eased his own cock into the heaving body of the man underneath him in a long, deep push.

Dean made a sort of strangled, choked sound and arched his back, and when he settled, he dragged Cas down flush against himself, arms wrapping around the angel and fingers digging into his back lightly. “Okay, just… just gimme a minute…”

“You alright…?” Cas ducked his head to press kisses along Dean’s shoulder, then nuzzled into his jaw gently. Everything in him was urging him to move, to fuck into his boyfriend hard and deep and slow, to make love to him until they were both gasping and desperate—but of course he wouldn’t do any of that until Dean was ready for him. “If I’m… hurting you…”

“No, ah… I’m fine, just… it’s a lot.” Dean tilted his head into Cas’s kisses and smiled, just a little expression of fondness. After a long couple of minutes of adjusting to the feeling of Cas’s swollen cock inside him, Dean’s fingers relaxed against Cas’s back and he smoothed his hands downward, then swallowed and allowed; “you can… nh… move now. Move.”

“Are you sure—?” Cas began.

But Dean interrupted by dragging him into a kiss, a breathless little plea against his lips; “please… Cas,” And then; “fuck me.”

That was all the permission Cas wanted or needed, and he dove in to kiss Dean again, braced himself on his forearms, and carefully began rolling his hips into Dean’s, fucking into him deep, slow and hard. Dean’s arms wrapped around him tightly, his fingers digging in the slightest bit, and he kissed back with abandon, moving along with his boyfriend, moans and gasps muffled against Cas’s lips.

And Dean was so hot and slick and tight, and just perfect in every conceivable way—Cas moved inside him, kissed him with the longing of a person who was leaving; going away, potentially for a long time. Like this was possibly his last chance to have this with Dean, to feel him so absolutely and completely, to possess him, even though he knew he could never own someone like Dean Winchester, not truly, and that was part of what he loved about the man so very much.

Now, Cas just did his best to show the immense amount of feeling he had for Dean, in every touch and every kiss and every firm rock of their hips together. To make sure that Dean knew that even though he was going to be gone for a time, they would always have this—this moment between them, the trust and emotion behind it. Nothing could take that away from them. Not even Heaven or Hell. Nothing.

For Dean’s part, he was just holding onto Cas for dear life, clinging to him, hands dragging up and down his angel’s back—and Cas was just that. His angel. Would never be anyone else’s. Eventually Dean had to break off from kissing him, though, to throw his head back against the pillows, gasping and moaning along with Cas’s movements: somewhere in-between making love and just fucking.

But then Cas began kissing along Dean’s exposed throat, started slowing his thrusts until he was moving hotly, sensually inside the man under him—and there was no “in between” anymore. Dean choked out a breathless laugh and lifted his head back up to bury his face in Cas’s shoulder because it was almost surreal, but no one had ever actually made love to him. Not like this.

Cas’s thrusts pulled soft, low moans out of Dean with every rock of his hips, the sounds panted in absolute wonder.

And then Cas shifted a little to ease a hand in between them and close his fingers around Dean’s weeping cock, beginning to jerk him off in time with their movements—and Dean almost protested because doing that would make him come and he wasn’t ready for it to end.

But really, if he forced himself to actually think through his pleasure-hazed brain, his orgasm was already edging up on him as it was, and to be fair to Cas, this was only his second time doing this, so Dean couldn’t exactly expect him to go a marathon. Everyone had their limits. So, in the end he just allowed it, rocking his hips into the touches and arching up against Cas, hands digging at his angel’s back, clinging like his life depended on it and face still buried in Cas’s shoulder, panting there breathlessly as he was worked closer and closer to completion.

When Dean finally came it was with an almost startled cry, throwing his head back against the pillows again and clutching Cas to him, desperate to keep him close while he painted both their stomachs with pearly come. And Cas continued to move after that, smearing Dean’s come between them as his thrusts grew jerky and fell out of rhythm. Finally, Cas ducked his head to bury it in Dean’s chest and pushed deep once more—and unlike the first time they’d done this so many years ago, he didn’t pull out: he came hard inside Dean’s slick body.

Then they both just sort of collapsed, Dean backward and Cas forward, the angel slumping over his lover with a vague, nonsensical murmur, pressing warm, meandering kisses along his chest up to his shoulder, at which point Dean lifted a hand to thread his fingers into Cas’s hair and tugged him up and into a proper kiss with a pleased little sound in his throat.

“How’s that… for a sendoff…?” Dean grinned against Cas’s lips and then kissed him again. “Fuck, Cas, that was…”

“Mmm…” Cas hummed an agreeing noise and leaned to kiss by the crook of Dean’s neck again, “amazing. You’re amazing, Dean. You feel so good.”

“I could say the same for you.” Dean tilted his head to press a kiss against Cas’s hair, then, teasing; “you know, this is about the time you’d be telling me to get out of you.”

“Hm?” Cas lifted his head with a blink, then glanced over his shoulder before swallowing slightly. “Right. Sorry.”

Dean was about to reassure him that it was fine, but before he could do so, Cas was easing back, pulling out of his boyfriend and shifting to the side to settle next to Dean instead. Dean gave a little, token wince because ow, he was going to be walking with a bit of a limp later; Sam would never let him hear the end of it if he caught on, but otherwise just adjusted the blankets and shuffled around until he was tucked into Cas’s side, an arm over his ribs, making Cas utter a soft surprised sound. That wasn’t the way they typically did things. He’d figured they would go back to normal once they were… done.

Once they were settled, Dean tucked his head against Cas’s chest and admitted, “I kind of see what you meant… about liking when I come inside you. Liking being claimed like that.”

“Mmhm,” Cas made a soft amused sound and brought one hand up to stroke through Dean’s hair gently. “It’s a nice feeling. At least with you. To know that you want me that much. I don’t know if I’d like it with someone else, though.”

“I don’t think I’d like it if it was someone other than you.” Dean’s green eyes closed over, and he relaxed completely against Cas, warm and comfortable and just breathing together. “But with you, right now, it feels… right.”

“It’s always felt right with you, Dean.” Cas told him softly, “even when it shouldn’t have.”

“I’m… Cas, I’m still so sorry about that, I can’t even—”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’ve told you that before, Dean.”

“But still, I—”

Cas’s fingers paused in Dean’s hair and tightened slightly, and he tugged, urging Dean to lift his head so he could lean in for a kiss. When they parted a moment later, there was a little pinch between Dean’s eyebrows, still, and Cas just murmured, “you’re forgiven. I promise.”

Dean hesitated for a moment before leaning up for another kiss. “I’m sorry anyway.”

“I know you are.” The angel told him softly, even as Dean returned his head to rest against Cas’s chest. Cas hummed quietly and went back to petting through his hair gently. “Do you understand how much I love you, Dean? When I say I love you more than anything, I mean it. I would happily lay down my life for yours, if the occasion called for it. Being with you is what makes me whole. All the time I was without you I was… half the person I am right now. It was agony. So, I…” He trailed off briefly before continuing with; “so I need you to trust me. Believe me when I say I’ll be back. I swear I will. I’ll always come back to you, one way or another. Alright?”

Dean was quiet, just absorbing what Cas had said, before he asked softly, “you’re getting ready to go, aren’t you?”

“Soon.” Cas agreed, still stroking through Dean’s hair, then down to his shoulders and upper back. Dean was starting to tense up against him, and Cas hated it. His hand drifted up to press against the handprint brand that still marred Dean’s left shoulder—that would always mar Dean’s left shoulder. “But not quite yet. I’m putting it off, a little.”

“Don’t put it off too much,” Dean said, voice still soft, “they might yank you back. Lock you up.”

“I know… but I don’t want to leave you. We only just found each other again.” Cas murmured back. “Are you going to be okay without me?”

Dean swallowed hard at that and turned his head a little to bury his face in Cas’s chest. “It’s only a couple of months, right?”

Cas tightened his arms around him and dropped a kiss against his hair. “Yes. It’s only a couple of months.”

Dean nodded slightly. “Then I’ll be fine. Just… make sure you come back.”

Cas smiled almost sadly. “I promise.”

-- --

By the time Sam got back from his extended-run-and-coffee-break, Cas was gone, and Dean was showered and dressed—but drinking a beer before noon. Again. This time Sam couldn’t blame him, just gave him a genuinely sympathetic pat on the shoulder and, for once, joined him.

It was going to be a long couple of months.

THE END

[thetjbailey]

Theo James Bailey intro

About Theo James

Full Name: Theodore James Bailey 

Faceclaim: Kendrick Sampson

Pronouns/Gender: He/him / Male

Age & Birthday: 31 years old,  29th of July, 1993

Birth Place: New Orleans, Louisiana

How long have they been in town?: Two months

Living Situation (Find a list of places to live here.): Lives with his father in a 3 bedroom home in Grand Marquis 

Occupation: Works as a baker at Blissful Bites 

Family (Siblings, significant others, children, etc. (Please give us birthdays or birth years for any children!): Teddy Bailey(father) 

BIOGRAPHY

Theodore James, known as TJ or Theo, grew up in a full house with two older siblings and his parents. He was a playful kid, the type who loved to joke around and pull pranks just to make his family laugh. He was curious about life and loved to try new things, from food to sports to entertainment. He quickly became known as the kid who never said no. Also in the sense that he loved helping out around the house just if it made his parents happy. At school he was the jokester who appeared to be unable to take anything serious unless forced to. All around a bubbly boy. But when his mom left the family after their move from New Orleans to New Bellevoux, TJ changed. He was just nine years old, but he turned into an angry kid with too many emotions. First he was punching other kids at school, disrupting class and spending most afternoons in detention. Then he began hanging around the older boys who were known as the troublemakers, doing tasks for them. And with the hormones slowly coming on, that meant he more often than not lost himself to his emotions and left impulse control behind. Slowly but surely, he became one of the troublemakers himself. Suddenly he was smoking and snorting substances no one, certainly no teenager should consume, drinking too much and owning a gun. Despite the fact that he played on the football team and ran on the track team at school, he quit it all when he turned eighteen. He began running with a small but criminally involved local gang. Everyone knew they were trouble, and it was hard on TJ’s family. They tried to help him steer towards a safer, better path. But he would not hear of it. His friends were too important to him, or his reputation, or the money he made from it all. 

At 24 years old, TJ was arrested and then prosecuted for owning an illegal firearm and drug possession. The former he pleaded guilty to, but not the latter. He had always been careful, but somehow the police had found heroin in the trunk of his car. And he was faced with a difficult choice, rat out his friends and paint a target on his back when he was sent to prison, or keep his mouth shut. Theo opted for the second, knowing that he could also put his family at risk if he cooperated with the police should his boss and so called friends not be able to punish him behind bars. He was sentenced to five years, as the judge saw more of his skin color than the details of his case and decided he was too dangerous to let out too soon. 

TJ served his five years in Louisiana State Penitentiary, and was released two months ago. Owning nothing to his name, with no higher education or job experience, he moved back in with his dad and has started working at the family bakery as a baker. He was always a great cook and loved to use his grandmother's recipes in the kitchen, so it's something he actually does enjoy. For the moment he is trying to rediscover himself as a free man. His years inside were harsh and has left him with scars, but he is hopeful that now that he has served his debt to society, he can start to build more of a life for himself close to his family. His dad and siblings mean everything to him and Theo feels like he has a lot of making up to do. He wants to show them he can be a better man deserving of their love and others. 

Headcannons

TJ is an avid whistler, and will pretty much whistle whenever he is bored or doing something physical or even walking down the street 

He read a lot in prison, and became quite taken with american classics. But also he secretly loves reading romance novels 

He is very scared that he will end up miserable and alone, while also fearing commitment because he still struggles with self worth after his mother left the family, and him behind. He’s scared that opening his heart to someone else will mean they could leave him and break his heart too. 

While his go to defense used to be humor, he is working on being as honest as he can be 

He struggles with PTSD after prison and is prone to vivid nightmares of his most difficult times there, or just dreaming that he is back behind bars

Tj works out out of routine, as he did work out a lot in his cell or the yard in prison, this includes running as well as floorwork 

He will do anything for his family, but he often wonders if it wouldn’t be better for them all if he skipped town and disappeared. He knows that as an ex con he is on a lot of peoples radar and that coming back home means taking that with him around his family. At the same time, he does not want to wind up dying on the streets before he has lived half his life. 

He will help anyone out if needed, wanting to be seen as a good neighbor, good son and good citizen 

Connections Platonic

Goofy friends 

Psudo sibling friends 

Good influence 

Frenemies 

Childhood friends 

Romantic

FWBs 

Ex from high school 

Hook ups 

Someone’s future baby daddy (?)

[allovertheworldblog]

All Aboard!, for all points West

I boarded the Sunset Limited train service, New Orleans to Los Angeles, on Monday 21st March 2011.

I knew the journey would take 2 days to take me the from the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean.

I was looking forward to it. 

I had a reclining chair to sleep in, a fold out bed in a ‘roomette’ would have been about $500 extra.

During the day there was an observation car,

a dining car and a snack car to entertain the passengers and keep us occupied. 

It turned out to be an interesting experience if not a wholly relaxing one, given the somewhat confined nature of the train.

The trip was a couple of hours short of 2 days and five miles short of 2,000.

At 11.55 we set off from Union Station in New Orleans headed for Union Station in Los Angeles.

The trip would take across the southern belly of the United States, into Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and finally California.

As we leave New Orleans we climb high to get over the mighty Mississippi river. 

Announcements are made intermittently over the tannoy system. The usual kind of stuff, about the train, services available.

Most of the announcements are made at a reasonable level. The exception is Monika, the dining car attendant, who feels the need to almost shout over the tannoy.

She tells us that she’s taking reservations for dinner, breakfast, lunch etc.

She tells us that the service for such and such a time is available now in the dining car.

Each time she feels the need to almost shout the announcement.

In the afternoon we make a stop at New Iberia to let some passengers off.

A different voice comes over the tannoy, a man’s voice.

He isn’t shouty like Monika.

He says something in a low almost inaudible voice, before we pull off he says what sounds like 'eyeball Suzie’. Whatever can it mean?

A grizzled old Texan lady who has seen too much sun in her long life jokes with her friends that she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to sleep tonight because she won’t have the noise of the New Orleans trollies outside her window.

Before 18.00 the conductor comes over the tannoy and tells us that we’re crossing the Sabeen River and that we’re entering Texas.

We’ll be travelling across Texas for 24 hours, until we cross the Rio Grande.

Different times of the day afford different views, maybe a change in light, a change in landscape, different types of clouds.

Low fluffy clouds move quickly across the sky.

Higher up ones are more pulled out and stretched.

Then there are some dotted, dappled and even pointilistic ones.

The part of Texas we go through first off is pretty green. I guess it must be parched as hell in summertime. We pass some timber houses, some on stilts.

We go past China, Texas, where there are a couple of cows chewing the cud.

A big old evening sun signals the end of the day. 

The following days brings more of the same. The landscape has changed a bit though, it’s more parched. 

The conductor tells us about one of the places that we’re passing by. The town of Sanderson, where the Amtrak station closed 13 years ago, that doesn’t have a grocery store any more.

The nearest grocery store is 67 miles away.

The inhabitants call it 'paradise’ he tells us.

In the west Texas town of El Paso we come come parallel to the border with Mexico.

The houses in Mexico are so close to the border that we can almost see what’s on their dinner table.

In the middle of nowhere a man in jeans, white shirt and stetson is standing at a fence with 2 kids.

The guy looks like the Marlboro Man, a cowboy and a country singer all rolled into one. 

There could be more people on the train that the kids are waving at than they’d see in a week, a year even. 

We went past some real small places, places that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, places where the train doesn’t even stop any more.

Some volunteers from the National Park Service come on board to tell us about the flora and fauna of the state. 

We pull into Union Station in Los Angeles ahead of schedule at 08.15 on the 23rd March.

[limoteethw]

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[infictionalwonderland]

characters from the originals with s/n pregnant

TVDU characters with a pregnant s/o !

warnings : pregnancy 😦, um babies & birth, swearing, blood & death etc

characters included : klaus, elijah, rebekah, kol, freya, hayley, marcel

nik —

( im gonna go with after hopes born. )

he’s actually really nervous

bc he wasn’t a very... caring ‘partner’ durning hayleys pregnancy with hope, at least early on

he was more enamoured with the idea of claiming new orleans as his own again

but this time round he’s determined to be a good father throughout the entirety of your pregnancy & ur childs life after that

secretly reads up on books of ‘how to treat your pregnant wife’

buys all of the things online which he’s heard help— for example the pregnancy pillows, vitamins, a yoga ball.

will go get you anything you’re craving even if it’s three in the morning<3

very cautious about practically... everything

so so so much more overprotective

prefers if you stay within his reach at all times thanks :)

lets you pick out everything baby name related if you want, he just wants a healthy baby

but if you want his input then obviously he’ll give it to you!

prepares a nursery for your child when you’re like.. barely even pregnant

decorates it with his own paintings!!

there’s this own wolf painting you claimed you adored so he did a less terrifying version and put it in your child’s room <3

squeeze his hand as much as you want during labour— literally break it, this man does not care

whatever helps with your pain .

elijah <33 —

instantly so much more protective of you

bc he didn’t think the chance to be a father would ever arise but here we are

his little miracle <3

whenever anyone stands too close to you, immediately pulls you behind him

anyone causes you discomfort, give him their names and they’re dead

so many baby books

the both of you read them together :)

makes sure you take all the necessary vitamins and don’t take anything that you’re not supposed to

whenever you’re cuddling his hands are instantly caressing your belly!

he talks to your belly sometimes and always finishes whatever he was saying off with a kiss to your belly

a lot more touchy

( in a non sexual sense )

he’s also even more of mother hen to the point were it can sometimes get annoying.

but it’s all done with nothing but good intentions <3

constant compliments!!

‘you’re glowing elskan.’

‘you look simply radiant’

‘i am the luckiest man on this earth to be able to hold an angel like yourself in my arms and call you mine’

when the birth finally approaches he tries to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be

scream insults at him and crush his hand in a death grip if that helps

as long as you’re happy 🤍

rebekah —

( in this world, both vampires & gay couples can have biological kids 😁 )

omg she’s happy

like you don’t understand

when you tell her, her smile is so wide her cheeks ache immediately and tears are falling from her eyes as she hugs you and spins you around gleefully

does not let you out of her sight

if someone so much as touches you in a less than friendly way... her: 🧛‍♀️ them: 🪦

always softly touching your stomach and softly talking about her day

and how much she loves both of you, how you’re both her miracles

unless it’s someone she trusts— she will snarl at anyone who lays a hand on you

baby shopping!!

something she was very excited for

and she practically brought out all of the few stores which the both of you visited

your child’s nursery in the house and rebekah just said— ‘they’re practically royalty, love, they are going to have a large room.’

she fucking adores baby clothing

the amount of times she’s shown you adorable animal onesies or shirts with cheesy one liners with a beaming grin on her face

you both work together to find the perfect name for your little royal baby

and, she is quite picky, i am warning you

when the birth comes around she’s basically jumping about in excitement while you’re in excruciating pain

ik that sounds bad 😭 but she’s just too overly ecstatic & sympathetic to your pain obviously

best mom ever tbh <3

kol —

literally in shock when you tell him

like 😦😮😯

had never really pictured himself settling down and starting a family.. but then again he’d never thought he’d meet someone as perfect as you.

and now, the thought of being a father to your child both excites him and makes him nervous

buys all the baby books.

the fucking websites he used know his credit card off by heart at this point

he suggests the weirdest of names and you’re just like... 😬you’re not serious right

will research how to be the coolest, ideal father

and will also research more into pregnancy as a whole so he knows what you should be doing and what you should not be doing

like food restrictions and such

will whine that nine months is too long and you’re here w you’re pregnant belly & all the side effects like fucking tell me about it

when he heard that babies could hear things at a certain stage, he began having literal fully deep conversations with your stomach

and he played his music for the baby to listen to, put the headphones on your stomach and everything

gotta start em young 🤞

will fulfil all your craving needs and doesn’t get tired of having to go out and buy you food

is mildly concerned at some of the combinations which you ask for

but, nevertheless, your wish is his command

as per usual

when the birth comes along he has to mentally hype himself up

winces at all of your screams as you shout about how you’re going to castrate him

but is genuinely an amazing ( and the coolest ) dad. that good search really paid off

freya —

aww freya :(

as we know, she had a miscarriage once before and that’s obviously given her fear surrounding pregnancy

and that makes her very protective of you and cautious.

whenever you’re stressing she’ll run you a nice warm bath, play some relaxing music and do your whole skin care routine for you as you lie back to relax you

makes her siblings vamp speed to go and get your craving items of choice :)

but she’s the oldest so it’s fine 😩

you’ll have to reassure her a lot bc there’s still that fear there

that you’re gonna have a miscarriage or somethings gonna happen to the baby

she’s already into yoga so the both of you can do that together if you want <3

be prepared to drink a lot of herbal remedies which are meant to help with pregnancy etc

wants your child’s name to be something meaningful

not just something picked from a baby name book

will buy you anything and everything you dead, don’t even worry bout it love

talks to your baby bump a lot :)

‘your mommy’s so pretty’

she’ll whisper when she knows youre looking and can hear her— loving the blush she gets in return

‘i cant wait to meet you’

when the birth comes she is still quite anxious

and hearing your scream and groan in pain literally breaks her heart in two

she can’t stand to see you in pain

she’ll literally by the sweetest mum im telling you— the one everyone wishes was thiers :)

hayley —

HAYLEY :)))))))

she already has hope but only she was the one pregnant—

anyway this just makes her extremely helpful

and your bond definitely only grows during the duration of the pregnancy

bc she just knows all the right things to say and all the right things to do

and can genuinely sympathise from a place of experience

a fucking amazing gf<333

her pregnancy was very much hectic and stressful with everything going on

so she tries to give you the most mundane, peaceful pregnancy

working on choosing a name together:)

she’ll get you all the pregnancy stuff she knows really helps and shit talks the things that did absolutely nothing

when she sees you eating one of ur cravings she might be like— ‘hey! i craved that too’

all the ultrasounds are on the fridge and she has smaller versions in her wallet

gets so many photos of you!

pregnant photoshoot 😁

when the birth comes around she doesn’t say any words of comfort which would annoy you inevitably

she just holds your hand tightly and runs your back soothingly, massaging your baby bump when you’re only in labour and not fully dilated yet

she’ll try and be as causal as she can cuz she doesn’t wanna stress you further :)

best gf & mum 💌

marcel —

is genuinely so happy

gives you that pearly white grin of his as she kisses you in pure joy when you tell him

doesn’t understand what he did to deserve you honestly <3

sometimes you catch him whispering to your pregnant belly promises of how he’s gonna always protect them and you

how you both mean the world to him and he won’t let anyone take you away from him

if you do go out and he for whatever reason can’t be there—

prepare to have a least one vampire bodyguard with you

hired a cook to make all the random meals which you carve

so many compliments babe

‘you look stunning sweetheart’

‘I don’t what i did to deserve the both of you, but im sure as hell not letting you go, ever.’

davina offers to make some soothing herbal remedies for you and he immediately agrees

whenever he kisses you he leans down and kisses your stomach too !

presents

so many presents

for both marcel and his vampires who all very much like and respect you

when the birth approaches, marcel is internally stressing but puts on a soothing smile for you and tries to help you relax

which doesn’t really work.. but it’s the thought that counts okay.

best dad :)))

[buckwilson]

even more barnes-wilson family stuff bc i’m too lazy to turn this into a full fledged fic-

bucky’s jewish, he starts practicing again after breaking free from hydra, but he still mainly does the things stuff he did when he was younger; only really celebrating certain holidays (rosh hashanah, yom kippur, chanukah, and passover), mostly kosher (it’s kind of always been his diet, might as well keep it up), attending shabbat when he can, etc. it’s never anything big, usually just a way to remember his family and roots.

sam still celebrates christmas, he hasn’t been settled down in one place since joining the avengers so it’s mainly just sending gifts to family and friends.

when the two of them get married, and have lil riley-winnifred “winnie” barnes-wilson, they completely up the ante, going all out celebrating jewish and christian holidays, to give winnie a taste of both so she can decide what/if she wants to practice when she’s older.

they have a tradition of getting their christmas tree the day after chanukah ends (usually, if the holidays line up). they’re settled in new orleans, so they get their tree from a christmas tree farm run by a family friend of sam’s, located in the same place it was when he was a kid.

in the years they’ve been getting a tree, sam and bucky typically just pick out the first one they see, before heading home and really focusing on the decorating aspect. but this year, winnie’s three and a half, has lots of opinions, and wants to pick out the tree.

the whole way to the lot, winnie’s babbling about how she wants the “most biggest” tree there is, so santa can see it from miles away and won’t miss their house. the moment they get there and bucky unbuckles winnie from her seat and puts her down, she’s off in search for the perfect tree. bucky sighs and smiles at sam before heading off to follow winnie, even though the lot doesn’t have that many people and is fenced off.

sam means to go follow them too, wants to hear winnie’s baby reasoning for why every tree isn’t “the one”, but he ends up talking with the lot attendant, a friend of his father, catching up on each other’s lives and recounting stories of christmas pasts. the whole time, sam keeps a look of adoration on his face directed at winnie and bucky as they make their way around the lot, judging each of the trees they come across with way too serious looks on their faces.

sam’s laughing at the attendant’s story about the time sam cried after his parents and siblings picked out a tree because it “wasn’t big ‘nough, way too small!”, when he sees bucky pick up a christmas tree and waltz right over to them, winnie’s little hand holding onto the tree in an attempt at helping.

bucky peaks his head from behind the massive tree, absolutely beaming at sam, and matching look on winnie’s face. he jostles the tree in his arms as to point to it. “baby thinks this is the perfect one, what do you think?”

and sam can’t keep the smile off his damn face as he nods, “if baby thinks it’s the one, then i think it’s the one.” winnie’s giggle and bucky’s chuckle are music to his ears, as winnie hugs him, bucky, and then the tree.

the attendant moves to get the tree from bucky to go and strap it to their car, but bucky beats him to it, and hoists the tree over arm before picking winnie up with the other. “you coming’ doll?” bucky calls over his shoulder, making his way to the car. “babydoll already has a movie in mind to watch while we decorate.” sam smile gets impossibly wider and he swears it’s about to split his face in two. “i still have to pay for the tree, dumby.”