Gregory is a mini version of FNAF game Michael

ITS BEEN A MINUTE SINCE IVE BEEN HERE BUT ANYWAY

I wonder how the slashers would be like with a Remus Lupin kinnie? like wears, grandpa sweaters, always has a book, drinking so much tea, listens to Queen, ABBA, David Bowie, and is like the calm and collected one in the group? is like the mom/dad/parental figure of the group?

Author : "Hey there ! It has been a minute indeed. 😂 I just finished your request. I hope you'll like it.)

I think you and Michael would hit it off, as he would see an equal in you.

He would be a big fan of the grandpa sweaters and you would have matching tea cups for your parenting-free days. (aka when the nurses or Norman are taking care of them)

You would also take turns watching the "children". He would trust you in keeping an eye on them and you would exchange book names, as Michael is an avid reader. You would even have your little book club and share your opinions on different books.

Michael *smiles when you sit down next to himand wordlessly puts on Dancing Queen because he knows you like it*

Penny wouldn't understand you. He's the troublemaker, the very excited nerve-wracking alien child with no self-control and he wouldn't understand how someone can be so calm..like, how do you do it ?!

Penny *staring at you* : "Are you dead ?"

You *smile knowingly before turning the page of your book* : "No, Penny..I'm not dead."

Penny : "Then why aren't you moving ? And drinking hot water ?"

You *shrug* : "It's soothing."

Penny : "...Can I have some too ?"

You *smile and nod* : "Sure."

He would then spend the day mimicking you, sipping your tea and tilting his head to the music to confuse the other slashers. Still a troublemaker, just likes spending some quality time with you..

Freddy would appreciate you taste in music and barge into the room once you've put on music to dance, especially Queen.

Freddy *kicks your front door open and starts singing* : "WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS ! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS !"

However, he would also be the very troublesome child who often causes lots problems. To be honest ? He would be the one you would have to keep an eye out for the most.

Pennywise and Freddy *put whipped cream into the shower pipes*

You *arrive and arch a quizzical eyebrow at them*

Pennywise and Freddy *quickly raise their finger accusatively at each other* : "He did it !"

Freddy doesn't have an off-switch. He has a lot of energy and would make sure to try your patience every chance he gets.

Pennywise has already this kind of tough grandpa attitude, which means—every morning before the slashers wake up—he goes outside to relax on his favorite rocking chair. He likes to just stare at the landscape and get lost in thought. He would never admit it, but he still likes having company sometimes.

You *smile when you see him and gesture to the chair next to him* : "Is this seat taken ?"

Him *glances at it before shrugging* : "Nah. You can take it. Doesn't make a difference to me.."

Just so you know, he put that chair there. He knew—hoped—you would come.

He was surprised when you offered him a sweater and even pretended not to be interested at all at first, only to wear it everyday afterwards..Congrats on winning that grumpy clown's heart.

Jason and Brahms would feel safe around you, which is a rather remarkable achievement as they tend not to trust anyone. They would relax in your company and make up their own "no disturbance" rule around you. It means you would be the person they would come to if they need a timeout from the others. Or, simply for you to read to them, as Jason doesn't know how to read and Brahms likes to have someone read to him.

(They also like you grandpa sweaters and Jason finds it very difficult not to sleep on you when you read to him.)

Five actually liked you from the start. You are quiet, collected and never put your nose in other's people's business, which Five finds quite enjoyable considering the many doctors who tried to understand him and pick his brain over the years.

Maybe it also has something to do with the fact that you always think of him when you prepare yourself a cup of tea and bring him a cup of coffee too. The first time you did it, he was skeptical and took a tentative sip first before thanking you. But, as you seemed to be "good enough" to his very high standards, he was very quick to appreciate your company and you would even say, you became friends..(which is the highest form of honorary title coming from Five.)

Five *when you bring him a cup of coffee* : "Please. Stay. Forever, if possible ?"

Norman is actually your twin. I'm not kidding.

Loves grandpa sweaters.

Loves tea.

He is rather quiet and knows how to manage the slashers when the situation requires it. I think you would have a good relationship built on trust.

He would keep an eye on the slashers while you're away and he would let you keep an eye on the residents in his hotel if he has an emergency.

You would have a lot of different topics to talk about and even Mama Bates would warm up to you. Eventually.

You *already turned the kettle on* : "Do you want a cup of tea ?"

Norman *smiles at the proposition* : "Why thank you, my dear ! Absolutely !"

Fazbear World: The Afton and Emily Family (5/?)

Meet the family of both William Afton and Henry Emily.

Sometime around the 60s, William and Henry found their special someone, got married and both had children. William met Grace, William met her on a rainy day at a bus stop. He couldn’t help but notice that she was alone, dancing to herself, so William just watched, soon enough Grace noticed, being startled. William complimented Grace on her form, though he did ask Grace why exactly she’d choose to dance in the rain, Grace thanked him for the compliment, and told him that she just had a passion and dream for dancing, she wanted to be a famous dancer, but she decided to become a dance instructor to start small, and sometimes when she’s alone, she just liked to dance, even if it was in the rain. William politely complimented her. The two just chatted for a bit, until Grace had to go, William said he wouldn’t mind seeing her again. So Grace told her he could come to watch her at the dance studio sometime before leaving, or they could meet sometime, so he did. Grace slowly grew attracted to William, he was one of the first men she had ever really opened up to, she found herself slowly starting to love William. Sadly Grace didn’t realize that he was somewhat emotionally manipulating her, while William was fond of Grace, he didn’t really, love Grace like she loved him, he’d just pretend to be just as affectionate back and Grace would fall for it. Despite that, William did find himself starting to take a liking to her too. A few months later and they were married, though in William’s case he saw it as a cover-up, not to mention it was something that Grace wanted. Still, he didn’t mind starting a family. They had 3 children, their names were Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan, which they both adored and loved, mostly Grace to be exact, William didn’t really feel the same way about them.

Michael Afton was the eldest child, born in 1967. When Michael was younger, think of him a little bit like Gregory, but more laid-back. However, Michael always wanted to be seen as, mature, and wanted to be independent, and hated being treated like a little kid, Namely by Grace. The main reason he was like this was that he looked up to William and wanted to be just, unaware of his murderous past, but he still cared greatly for his mother, and sometimes couldn't help but act childish. He also had an interest in pirates when he was little, though that could come from the fact Foxy was his favorite character when he was little, and Grace would read the Freddy-Bear books to him. As Michael grew into his teen years, he became rebellious, a bit of a (harmless) troublemaker, and loved to live up to his “tough-guy” attitude, especially around his friends. Michael had quite a few friends, but he had 3 close ones, their names were Bronson, Francis, and Cheryl, and Michael was the leader of the group. The four would just hang out, goof off and cause little pranks around the neighborhood, not once did they ever want anyone to get hurt or cause any real trouble, they just wanted to have fun in any way that they could. The same could be said for his siblings, Elizabeth and Evan, sure he’d pick on them, especially Evan, but he’d just be joking around with them, but with Evan, Michael just always thought that Evan should toughen up a bit and shouldn’t be so anxious or scared about every little thing, but the issue was he never really knew when to stop when he messed with Evan, sometimes he’d even getting him hurt, but it was unintentional. Despite this, Michael could be a good older brother to his little brother and sister, and never did anything to willingly put them in any real danger. Michael was William’s favorite child by far, not to mention Michael reminded William of himself, he believed that there could be a possibility that Michael would follow in his footsteps. Despite his flaws, Michael was a good person when you get to know him.

The middle child was Elizabeth Afton, born in 1975, the only girl in the family. Elizabeth was a sweet, easily excited, curious, naïve, and innocent young girl. Elizabeth was polite and liked to act ladylike, mainly because William and Grace told her that’s how a girl should behave, mainly William, and although she made efforts to appear ladylike and somewhat prissy, she did enjoy occasionally being tomboyish. She also loved playing with her toys, having tea parties, and spending time with her beloved siblings and family. Elizabeth could be a little stubborn and headstrong when things didn’t go her way, but only if she didn’t know any better, plus it was just a side of her curiosity. She could also be a bit spoiled, though to be fair she did get a lot of toys from William, some of them he made for her himself, though she’d quickly apologize if she realized she did something wrong. Elizabeth also had a fondness for clowns and circuses, every time the circus came to town, Elizabeth always wanted to go see them, and she always had a good time and a good laugh whenever they went to one. Elizabeth was his second favorite, she just had the charm and her politeness.

Then, there was the youngest child, Evan Afton, born in 1977. However, on the day of his birth. Evan was born prematurely, there were some concerns that Evan wouldn’t be able to survive his early birth, but luckily he was able to pull through! Even was an incredibly timid, shy, insecure, and soft-spoken child. He suffered from anxiety and was easy to frighten, to the point where he’d break down crying, or even suffer a panic attack. Evan also had a slight tendency to stutter his words whenever he got nervous. Even hated the fact of his dominant anxiety and doubt and tried to overcome his fear, he was rarely successful, but he’d still try. His relationship with his siblings, especially with Michael, is a bit mixed. With Elizabeth they were close, though there would be an occasional bicker or two, they’d always be there for one another, when Evan was feeling down, Elizabeth would always be there to cheer him up, they loved each other. Now with Michael, as stated before it was pretty mixed. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least, Michael would almost always pick on Evan simply because he was younger, mainly by scaring him, mocking him, or things like that, even though Michael would do it just for fun, with no intentions of harming him whatsoever. Despite how it looked, Michael loved his little brother. Evan however figured that Michael hated him and barely loved him at all, but despite this, Evan loved Michael back. Though Evan was soft-spoken, timid, and kept to himself, that didn’t stop him from being friendly, soft-hearted, and polite, and when you got him with a friend, he was ecstatic, smiled a lot more, and, tended to be talkative. His best friend was this one girl named Cindy Mackenzie, one of the neighborhood kids. She was friendly, energetic, and optimistic, and they would always like to hang out whenever they could, she’d always be there for Evan, just like Elizabeth did. He also liked making and talking to his imaginary friends and even called his plushies his “friends” when his real friends weren't around. Speaking of plush friends, Evan had a very, special best friend, Fredbear plush, He was given to Evan as a birthday gift from his father, and Henry, William being the one who provided the doll, and Henry being the one who modified the plush, he made it like he would make a toy for one of his children. Fredbear plush was actually a prototype plush, being the first and only one ever made, which made him even more unique. But what made him really unique was what Henry did to him, Fredbear Plush now had the ability to move, walk, talk, and even respond to people, mainly Evan since he was made for him. Evan was of course thankful for him, though he was a bit weirded out at how Fredbear Plush could just, move and talk seemingly on his own, but he did warm up to him after a bit, and the 2 became best friends. Fredbear Plush would always try to comfort and look out for Evan whenever he could, and he only wanted Evan to be safe and happy. His anxiety and sadness could be narrowed down by his having gone through a lot growing up. For one he’d see William working on the animatronics, and sometimes the endoskeletons, seeing them from his point of view was just much more frightening, Evan was William’s least favorite child, he was ashamed of his cowardliness and he found him bothersome. However, there were things William did like about him, he liked his cleverness, his creativity, and the fact never interfered with his work due to his fear, other than that, that was about it. The Afton family, while they were a somewhat nice and wholesome family, it was dysfunctional at times, not to mention none of them knew William was a serial killer.

Henry, met Agnes, in college, Henry would sometimes see Agnes from time to time. They didn’t attend the same classes, but he’d see her around nonetheless, particularly in the same Campus Coffee shop. Henry decided he’d introduce himself to Agnes, and Agnes introduced herself to Henry. The two would converse, just to ease in to see if they could be friends, fortunately for them both, that conversation was the start of many. Soon they were speaking to each other almost every day when they had the chance. Their conversations went from getting to know each other to interests and hobbies to their likes and dislikes to their opinions and views, to their dreams and goals. Soon enough a few years after graduation, the 2 got married. However the two waited a little bit longer than William and Grace to have children at the time. Funnily enough, they had triplets as well like William and Grace, their names being Sammy, Charlotte, and Caroline.

Charlotte Emily, or Charlie was the oldest child, born in 1978. She was compassionate, soft-hearted, and empathetic to a fault, always putting others before herself and would do anything to make them happy. She was taught to always do the right thing by her family, and she was gonna do it, Charlotte was a very friendly and energetic girl, who loved having fun and usually has an optimistic outlook on life. Charlotte’s strongest trait was her compassion and empathy. She loved to help others and whenever she saw that someone was upset, she’d do her best to cheer them up or just to be nice. She’d even try to help Henry when he was working on things, Henry wouldn’t let her anywhere near because he thought it’d be dangerous plus she was just a kid, but he did let her. She’d feel bad if she ever hurt someone's feelings or lied, even though she wasn’t that good at lying, she would’ve been the type of child to over-apologize for something even if minor. Charlotte had a happy-go-lucky attitude and always tried to put a smile on everyone's face. Despite her cheerful attitude, Charlotte did have her limits at times, so she wasn’t a pushover nor too gullible, she’d get angry only if she thought it was necessary. Though she could be naive, just like her dad, her innate friendliness and tendency to help and give others the benefit of the doubt caused her to be a little too trusting at times, it still never deterred her from doing the right thing. Charlette was described by her friends, family, and those around her, as a” little Angel”.

Then there was Sammy Emily, born in 1980, and the only boy. Sammy was a pretty average kid, talkative, lively, energetic, curious, headstrong, and usually kept a laid-back and easygoing demeanor. Sammy was typically a nice kid along with his twin sisters, enjoying an easy-going and good life, but is relentlessly optimistic. He loved having fun, spending time with his siblings, and goofing off as any child would, sometimes he could be irresponsible, and his energetic attitude generally causes him to get himself in trouble as well, but he meant well. When it came to his sisters, Sammy would always try to be a good brother to both of them, even if Charlotte was 2 years older than him. Since all 3 had different personalities, not to mention Sammy was the only boy, they’d occasionally argued, and displayed typical sibling rivalry, mainly with Caroline. Despite all this though, they did share a love for each other. Even if Sammy felt different because he had 3 sisters, Sammy still cared about his sisters very much and tried his best to be the best “middle” brother to both of them. Despite his flaws, however, he was kind-hearted and had good intentions overall. Lastly, there was Caroline Emily, who was actually born on the same day and year as Sammy. Caroline was just like her twin older sister Charlotte, in a way, while being compassionate and caring, she was also more tom-boyish, a bit stubborn, spoiled, cynical, sarcastic, and she liked to be independent and self-sufficient. Unlike her sister, Caroline found it harder to be trusting of others, only trusting her family and best friends. She never failed to stand up for her friends and family, and she always spoke her mind. Although she did occasionally bicker with her siblings, mainly Sammy, she was always willing to stand up for both of them.

As for favorites, well, there were none, and that’s because Henry and Agnes loved all 3 of their children equally. The Emily family was a happy, supportive and loving family. There could be a few ups and downs, but they were still one “big” happy family. It was a shame what was going to happen to them, and others over the course of 4 years.

OMG UR CAIUS FIC WAS SO GOOD COULD YOU DO SOMETHING AB ARO PLEASE

a/n: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to write for Aro, he’s one of my favourite characters, more so because of Michael Sheen’s performance. I put a slight reference to something in this, you might catch it if you know other projects Michael Sheen has been in, but you might not, and that’s alright. Hope you enjoy <3

another a/n: I did put one or two feminine terms in this work, such as ‘mia regina’ which is ‘my queen’ in Italian, so do skip over it or replace it with something else if you’d like. I love writing this type of material in the middle of my classes, it adds so much adrenaline to not get caught.

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Aro Volturi With A Human Mate

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Instead of being angry and frustrated like Caius, Aro was more excited.

Like as if he was getting ready for a big party.

A human for a mate was inevitable for some vampires, of course, but Aro didn’t expect to be included in the some.

He was excited since it was rare for such high profile vampires to socialize with humans.

Aro often gushed to his brothers, excited to meet you, but also for them to meet you.

He wanted to host a ball for your welcome.

But Marcus noted that it would probably be slightly frightening for you to be in a room full of vampires.

Most of the vampires would look at you as if you were some sort of a snack.

Because it Marcus’ comment, Aro assumed it would be a greater choice to send an invitation to a tour of the castle.

Free of cost, of course.

When you had received the invitation, you were beyond excited.

An invitation to a tour of an ancient castle with endless legends, for free?

Absolutely.

The tour was the next day, so of course you were slightly nervous.

When the tour commenced, a very pretty woman named Heidi lead the tour group.

She began to speak of secrets of the castle, as well as secret corridors and legends.

Some things a normal tour guide would most likely have no idea about.

Heidi then looked in your direction, and smiled brightly at you.

“It’s very lovely here. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Just when she had finished her sentence, she opened the doors where there were three men sitting in thrones, and what seemed to be 4 guards.

The man who sat in the middle, greeted everyone and began speaking greatly of the castle.

He had only stopped when he motioned for your tour guide, Heidi, to come forward.

She did as told, and held her hand out towards him.

You would have thought it was to greet him, but it seemed like he was concentrated, or zoned out.

“Magnifico! I will get Demetri to escort them.” (Translation: “Magnificent! I will get Demetri to escort them.”

A man who you assumed was Demetri, walked in your direction.

“Come with me, all will be alright, rest assured. However, do not look behind you.”

You went with him, doing as he said, but immediately turned around when the rest of the tour began screaming.

“What the hell was that?!”

Demetri just grabbed your wrist and brought you upstairs.

“Just stay in here, I’ve been instructed to keep you under my eye. Aro will explain everything to you.”

“Aro?”

“The man who sat in the middle throne.”

You nodded, and decided to sit on one of the window seats.

You wanted to ask Demetri as many questions as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to bother him, or disrupt him from his job.

When the door had opened and Demetri bid his farewells, you had turned around and saw Aro.

“You must be Y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, and you’re Aro?”

“I am, I assume you have a good amount of questions?”

You nodded, and Aro moved swiftly but smoothly towards the opposite side of the window seat.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He sat opposite to you, and smiled slightly at you.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, or the others. You’re the most safe you could ever be in the castle. I promise you, I will keep you safe.”

“May I ask why the rest of the tourists were screaming when I left?”

“I sense that that question should be answered later, appropriately.”

You were slightly frightened as to what the final answer would be, it could be anything.

Perhaps there was a reenactment of the past after you had been escorted, one of the tourists got pushed and the rest screamed since one of them fell, or the worst:

They were murdered.

“I feel like I already know what happened.”

“I sense that you do know, too. I will tell you everything in a moment. But for now, would you care to lend me your hand?”

You trusted Aro, though you were positive your ancestors were screaming from above or below not to trust him.

You held your hand out in front of him, and before he held your hand in his own, he asked for permission or something else.

“I want you to think of the happiest memory you have stored in your mind, I will describe it to you. I will not see anything else besides the things you want to show me, unless I have your permission.”

You thought of a memory, and then placed your hand in Aro’s palm.

He covered the back of your hand with the palm of his other hand, then he began telling you small details of your chosen memories you had even forgotten about.

When he was finished, he brought his head up from looking down, and smiled at your face of bewilderment.

“That is so cool! Is that like your superhero power?”

Aro smiled widely at your interest in his gift, and began explaining what his was.

“I have a gift, it’s called tactile telepathy. I can read everyone’s thoughts and memories with a single touch. The others in this coven have multiple different gifts, they help keep us safe.”

“So you’re all like superheroes?”

“Vampires, darling.”

After that, Aro enjoyed seeing your memories whenever you two were apart for some sort of time.

Especially say you were having a difficult time attempting to explain something to him, he would hold your hand and immediately understand what you were trying to say.

“I understand you, cara mia. I always will.”

And he was right, he understands you in every way possible.

Aro memorized your body language on how you react to different things, as well as your facial expressions.

When you’re uncomfortable with something, he will do absolutely everything in his power to make you comfortable.

Aro will burn down the entire world for you.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you best believe that Aro set up the most lavish and comfortable room for you.

The best and most comfortable bed, of course.

You lay down on his chest, and he brushes the hair out of your face, admiring your tired eyes looking back at him.

“Would you like for me to read to you, dearest?”

You nodded your head, and Aro would get up from wherever he was seated, swiftly retrieve a book, lay back down next to you, and begin reading.

He loved having you hold his hand while he read, it lets him see what you’re imagining the scene that he’s reading to you.

And when you fell asleep while he was reading, he would be so very content.

You curled up next to him, sound asleep on his chest.

Aro adored seeing what you were dreaming.

He loved how humans brains worked while they were sleeping, keeping your mind entertained with multiple little scenarios.

When you woke up, however, Aro would prefer to have you describe your dreams, if you remembered them.

He loved to learn more about humans, especially in the modern age.

And you loved to learn more about vampires, especially in the ancient times.

Aro would often tell you stories of each coven he encountered, his old family and friends, and his past human life.

As much as he wants you to be changed into a vampire like the rest, he can’t help but smile whenever you got slightly nervous around him, stuttering over your words, and hiding your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

He pays attention to little details about you.

Especially your eyes.

Even the shade of your eyes stops him from changing you. Your eyes wouldn’t be as unique anymore, they’d be the same red as everyone else’s.

“You have the most magnificent shade of colour in your eyes, mia regina. I simply cannot get enough of them.”

Being absolute best friends with Demetri.

But wherever Demetri was, Felix wasn’t too far behind.

You three are like a troublemaker trio, always causing trouble and pulling pranks on different members of the guard.

Never Jane or Alec, though. Unless it was a scheduled board game night or something along the lines.

Which Alec loved to take away different players senses, allowing him to cheat in the games you’d play.

He doesn’t do it all the time, though.

Marcus was a lot more welcoming towards you, perhaps more than anyone else.

Whenever Aro couldn’t, he’d show you different areas of the castle you hadn’t seen yet, and would give you wonderful pieces of advice along the way.

“Remember to stay true to yourself, never let anyone think for you.”

Aro will spoil you insanely.

If you mention a specific piece of clothing even once, you better expect that when you wake up the next morning, Aro has an elegantly wrapped package placed at the foot of your bed with a note written in fine handwriting.

“Mia amato, I have seen you speak of this article of fabric, and I have gone out of my way to make sure you have every little thing you admire. I need you to be the happiest you can possibly be. Please accept my gift, and meet me by the gardens by noon. I’ll see you then. Cordialmente, Aro.”

You two have annual walks throughout the garden, usually during golden hour. The sun still above, but setting at the same time, making it seem like Aro was made of a trillion Tiffany Yellow Diamonds.

He loved finding a flower that suited your mood for the day, and putting it behind your ear.

“My beautiful.”

You two often walked either arm in arm, or hand in hand, but sometimes you would hold him closer with your arm wrapped around his waist, your head leaning on his side or shoulder.

Often times, when the moon is visible, you would slow dance together, looking at each other with smiles on your faces, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Usually, Aro would come back into the castle around 2 in the morning, carrying your sleeping self up to your shared room, after you had fallen asleep on his shoulder while sitting in the garden.

The rest of the kings and guards would be predominantly more happy than from before you had arrived.

You had given Aro something to look forward to after trials and mountains of work, something he didn’t have for hundreds of years.

Though, Caius was still slightly jealous of you.

You had practically stolen one, if the not the most, needed member of the vampire world. Aro was nearly as focused on you than he was on trials and legislature.

He’d warm up to you eventually.

At least, you hoped.

Speaking of trials, you wanted to sit in and watch the trials, to see what it was about, and how it worked.

You knew the most of it, of course, Aro had already told you. But you wanted to see it live.

Aro was quick to say no, he didn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, killed.

He understood what would happen to him if his mate was killed, Marcus was the example. He couldn’t even bear the thought of you not being by his side.

Though, you owning the key to his heart, convinced him to let you watch, letting both Jane and Alec stay on either side of you, protecting you if anything were to go wrong.

You would usually sit on Aro’s lap, and then the throne when he had to see what was truly going on by using his gift.

Jane usually stood on the left of the throne, and Alec on the right.

Mainly since Caius sat on the throne in the left, and Jane loved to torture the criminals.

He loved the front seat view.

Constant look backs of reassurance to make sure that you’re alright.

Nearly always having your hand in his.

Forehead kisses.

Constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

Getting the absolute best care in the world, health wise especially.

When Aro proposed, it was in the bedroom the both of you share, and he was reading some poetry to you.

All was going swell, and then he got to one page.

“I can write no stately poem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land.

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.”

At the end, you were leaned up closer to him, looking at him in awe.

He closed the book, and placed it aside gracefully, before leaning slightly closer to you. Placing his hands overs yours.

“Do you remember who wrote that, cara mia?”

“I do. That’s Oscar Wilde, right?”

“That’s right. There’s so much I want to say to you, especially in this particular moment, but I don’t think there’s enough words to express my love and affection towards you. I’ve known you for a little while, and I can feel the bond between us, and I know you can feel it, too. The universe has guided us together, and I am so very thankful for every second we have spent together, and I’m even more thankful for the rest of eternity we have. However, I am the most thankful of the fact that I have the most gorgeous human as a mate. I love you so much, anima mia. Will you do me the best thing that could ever happen to me in my thousands of years, and marry me?”

You said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t?

You leaned over to press your lips against his, as he held one side of your face with one hand, and the other hand slid a ring on your ring finger.

While Aro wanted an extremely lavish wedding, with all the diamonds in the world, you wanted something more of a homely essence.

So you compromised, and had a bit of both.

Aro invited nearly every vampire to the wedding, wanting to show you off in every way he could.

The Denali’s, Cullens, Irish coven, everyone was invited.

Except for the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan. Not trusting them to be in your presence.

The wedding was held in the garden, the arch where Aro stood had your favourite flowers intertwining around it, with diamonds pressed in the centre of each individual flower.

Demetri walked you down the isle, smiling proudly when he handed you over to Aro.

Proud that his leader had finally found true love, and that one of his best friends is finally where they need to be.

After the official wedding ceremony, the rest of the night and day were spent smiling and showing off each other to the guests.

When the night ended, it was finally time for you to be changed to a vampire.

Aro sat by the bed were sitting on, making sure that you were absolutely ready to be converted to a vampire for the rest of eternity.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

You nodded your head, and Aro took one final look into your coloured eyes, attempting to remember every small detail of them.

Aro then moved your hair away from your neck, before placing his lips over where he would finally bite down and turn you immortal.

“Just say when, and I’ll see you after.”

Sure I can!!! Sorry for not giving details, I always do this 🤦🏻‍♂️! I actually had to google the meaning because english isn't my first language and in every site meant something different (with some similarities ofc), so i don't even know if dork is the word. But it's a silly s/o, who behaves slightly awkward, laughs of dumb or stupid things and tend to make jokes that only dads do, still they like being like this and love the feeling their personality cause in others.

hey, it’s no problem! thank you for elaborating. I appreciate it! 💞

slashers with a silly/dorky s/o.

Asa Emory / The Collector

socially awkward? same hat!

seeing someone slightly a bit more socially inept than him would cause him to take charge of the situation. awkward silence who?

paranoid as usual. what if someone happens to take advantage of you? he simply cannot have that. here, keep one of his dogs with you at all times.

big fan of the dad jokes so you might actually hear him laugh! but he’ll quickly try to brush it off and act like nothing happened.

tolerant of your antics as long as you don’t hurt yourself. if you’re observant enough you might catch him trying not to smile at you.

Billy Lenz

sweet piggy, silly piggy! billyboy is also a big fan!

billy doesn’t catch certain social cues so it’s as if you’re never awkward to begin with.

while he thinks some of your jokes aren’t that funny, he’ll laugh anyways! that’s how much he loves you, see?

pretty straightforward. that includes both complimenting you and some of his other interesting comments. haha you’re weird and your jokes are for old people! he likes that!

naturally joins you when he sees you laughing at something dumb. do you like victim people-watching? snicker along with him when a victim does something embarrassing in private.

Bo Sinclair

bo definitely thinks it’s cute! you remind him of vincent in a way except you’re actually funny.

catch him full-on belly laughing at your dad jokes. turns out he has the exact same type of humor! he only stopped making jokes because his brothers think he’s not funny.

now that he has you around, you’re both busting dad jokes and un-funny puns.

a little awkward with him? that’s alright. a hard smack on the back will do the trick. bo’s quite the charmer so he’ll have you comfy with him in no time.

the type to tell you up-front that you’re a little weird but “in a good way.”

Brahms Heelshire

this recluse wouldn’t have a damn clue if you happen to be slightly weird. there’s no socializing to be done in the walls, after all.

just thinks you’re shy and maybe a little odd? but he has manners! and he knows not to call you that out loud. he’s a good boy, you see.

the jokes are ....not very funny to him... but he’s not gonna say that either! you know why? that’s right! because he’s a good boy.

might give you a pity laugh from time to time because otherwise he feels bad.

but! brahmsy’s very on-board with laughing at dumb things. invites you to sit with him by the window and points out a rat rolling around in the garden. oh! there it goes!

Bubba Sawyer

you’re so cute!!! bubby makes sure to “compliment” you a lot by babbling at you softly and petting your head at the same time.

unfortunately he’s a little slow when it comes to the jokes so he can’t appreciate them as much...

honestly it’s hard to tell if he’s into it or not because bubba’s always smiling around you anyways. did he get one of your jokes or is he just happy to spend time with you? who knows.

you know who would appreciate the jokes and the antics though? choptop and nubbins.

drayton’s lifespan would be halved. he’s already got his hands full with the two troublemakers, and now you too?

Jason Voorhees

jason thinks you’re positively adorable! expect frequent head pats from this man.

like asa, he’s a bit of a paranoid so he makes sure to always keep an eye on you. you’re too sweet for this world and bad people might hurt you for it!

also a fan of the dad jokes! “hey jason, what’s a fish with no eye? ...a fsh.” cue muffled chuckling. gives you a thumbs up - jason’s seal of approval.

because big boy is a sweetheart, he’ll fake a laugh even if he doesn’t find it funny. also he’s given a thumbs up to all your jokes. all of them.

not one to laugh at dumb things but cares about you enough to want to know about it. tree stump shaped like a butt? hm you’re right. why are you laughing? ? how is it funny???

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

jesse also thinks it’s cute but in a condescending way.

“hey jesse, what kind of shoes do ninjas wear? ....sneakers!” deep sigh.

like the true gentleman he is, he would never leave you hanging no matter how bad your jokes are. mostly he’ll just shake his head and give an exaggerated sigh.

once he had pulled out his knife and handed it to you, asking you to “please end his misery,” after you had told him the impasta joke.

definitely the type to give sarcastic comments such as “please not another one, I’m already dying of laughter,” or “you’re putting other comedians out of business.”

Michael Myers

no reaction as always. just grumpier than usual.

bastard hands mcmike thinks it’s dumb and you’re dumb, so naturally he’s going to follow you wherever you go. y’know, just in case someone decides to abduct you.

completely lost in thought while you’re ripping out all your killer jokes. why are you like this? internally decides he’s going to repeat the process again tomorrow.

thinks it’s a serious problem and if you keep at it, he’s going to get creative. would you behave if he just... throws a sheet over you?

would listen to you sometimes and you’d automatically know by his dramatic sighs.

Thomas Hewitt

tommy’s very socially awkward so he’d probably be more relaxed around you, if anything.

not as generous with pity-laughing but he’ll give you a good pat on the head for effort.

surprisingly sassy? tommy's actually very expressive despite not being able to talk, so more often than not he’s giving you a look that says “you need to get better jokes.”

or sometimes giving you a sarcastic sigh, followed by the rumble of his chest. that doesn’t count! he was laughing at the situation, not at your joke!

it’s hard to make the big man laugh so don’t get too discouraged. however, he does find it difficult not smile at you every time you try.

Vincent Sinclair

oh.. honey, no. vincent’s too nice for his own good so he’d be overly supportive of anything and everything you do.

dad jokes? groan. but if you’re the one making them? he’ll make the effort to chuckle, at the very least. (bo complaining in the background about how vinny doesn’t laugh at his jokes.)

can’t help but find it oddly endearing. this man is a hopeless romantic so he’d be praising you any chance he gets.

his praising method is the same as bubba’s - only vincent hums fondly at you instead of babbling.

it’s not easy to make vincent laugh either but he doesn’t want to discourage you from trying so he’ll just keep faking it and hope you get better.

Heaven Hears

Summary: After coming home from war, John has a second share of pain when Martha dies. Hopefully, his little sister can try and help.

Word count: 1759

Warnings: Death, grief, Christianity (is that a warning? I dunno I’ll keep it)

Authors Note: I’m sorry. This one is a little bit sadder than my others, but I SWEAR it has some fluffy bits in it! This is set in early 1919, so before the events of Season 1. Thank you so much for your continued support, I appreciate and LOVE you all for it xx

War was Hell, but the aftermath wasn't much better. For John, he wasn't sure if he'd rather crying in the trenches with his wife's letters pressed closed to his chest (to keep them safe from bullets and water) or now. With a soft sigh, he brushed his shaking finger over the creased paper. The ink hadn't worn away, still looking as fresh as the day they were written and, despite the wrinkles that embedded in it, the letters still survived, longer than the woman who wrote them. Martha. Each time he remembered her name, a new wave of grief and wanting hit him. Even in the bitter winters without thick clothes, huddled up in mud and men, his arms had never felt so cold. Pain seared through his throat but no tears rose. He had been crying solidly for a few weeks now. It seemed as if he's run out. His house was too quiet. Ada had taken the kids out for the day, giving him that longer-than-usual-"I'm sorry for your loss" kind of hug he was getting far too often before she took Jack and Katie's hands, letting his eldest Louise hold onto little George. Katie looked just like Martha, and Jack kept on asking when mummy was going to come home. And John was breaking. Coming home was supposed to be a celebration, and it really was for a while. He had his kids in his arms, wife by his side, and nothing was gonna stop him. Suddenly, a rapid series of knocks on his door forced John out of his thoughts. Stumbling a little, he made it to the porch, swinging open the door to reveal Polly. Her severe expression was immediately replaced with concern. John didn't look good: his hair was a mess, face so pale she could swore his freckles had darkened a few shades, his clothes wrinkled and stinking of whiskey. "Have you seen Y/N?" Polly asked, looking down at her nephew's raggedy appearance with a furrowed brow. "Nah," he said, suddenly feeling a jolt of worry displace his misery. "Why? Is she missing?" Y/N was only ten years old, and more protected by her brothers than the King of England. If she managed to slip away, the whole of Birmingham would be called to the streets soon. That is, if Polly didn't find her first. "She said she was going to see you." Polly's pursed lips reminded John of a simpler time, when she'd scold them for playing too rough with Michael (just a baby then!), and lecture them all when they got into fights. Or, more recently, when the two Shelby twins made mischief in Small Heath. In an instant, John grabbed his coat from the hook and pulled it over, somewhat hiding his dishevelled clothes, and obscuring his unkempt hair with his Peaky cap. "Let's go looking then," he said simply as he shut the door behind him. Polly held her hands up, forcing him to pause on his rampage. "I can find her by myself, you need rest." He hadn't heard that since he got the flu at fourteen. The same age he met Martha, the bitterness soon settled back in. "I need to find Y/N," John tried to stop himself from sounded stroppy, looking at Polly with conviction. "And I need a distraction." With a sharp huff, Polly grabbed onto the crook of his elbow as the two ventured down the grimy streets of Small Heath, listening for the girl's squeal of laughter and quick footsteps, looking in every corner for a hint of the troublemaker John called sister. They looked in all the usual places: the Cut and the stables were empty, neither Uncle Charlie or Curly had seen her, the Garrison hadn't had a Shelby in it all day according to Harry (much to both of their surprise), and she wasn't hiding away at a friend's house. Accepting defeat, the two decided to trudge back to Watery Lane to tell Tommy and Arthur that they couldn't find Y/N and thus force every Peaky Blinder awake or otherwise to join a search party for her. Until, Polly stopped in front of the Church, forcing John to stop in his tracks too.  "What the Hell, Pol," he began before turning to follow his aunt's gaze. In the steps in front of the Church sat a familiar figure. Thirteen year old Isaiah Jesus was hunched up, a cigarette loose in his hands and smoke surrounding him. Both the Shelbys walked up with kind smiles, always happy to see the preacher's boy. As soon as Isaiah heard the familiar march of Polly's heels, he stumbled to stand up, dropping the cigarette and stamping it out. He brought his sleeve (that was getting shorter on his long arms every time they saw him) up to rub his nose, a motion that irritated both of their parental instincts. With a small sigh, he waved at them. "Hello Mrs Grey," he said politely, although a little hoarse. Getting closer, they could both see his eyes were slightly pink, his dark skin shining with recent tears. It seemed as if he didn't just come away from his father's view to smoke. "Are you alright, Si?" John asked softly. Isaiah pressed his lips together, preventing the tears in his eyes from spilling in front of them as he gave a hesitant nod. "Yeah, um, Y/N is in there," he swallowed thickly, pointing behind him. He refused to meet their eyes. "She's talking to my...my mum, and uh Martha too." John froze at the name. He hadn't heard it spoken in so long, except for the incessant chanting in his head. But Isaiah wasn't afraid to say her name, he knew all too well about grief. They remembered how much smaller he was then, his black sleeves and trousers needed to be rolled up as he walked alongside his mother and baby sister's coffin. In an instant, John walked into the Church. The sound of the door made Jeremiah, sat in the back pew, turn around. With a warm smile, he brought a finger to his lips, then pointed ahead of the three of them. In front of the altar, Y/N was sat on the floor - despite the multitudes of empty chairs surrounding her - as you looked up, illuminated by the light. Although the Birmingham sky was perpetually grey, the stained glass window shone in gold and pinks. "God, I think it must be nice for Mrs Jesus to have Martha," your voice rung through the stone building, as you chattered on, as conversationally as you would speak to Finn. "I mean, little Delilah must be..." you paused, and John knew you were doing that scrunched up face you and Arthur had when you were trying to do sums. "Five? I think. Well, Polly said we were all a right menace at that age, so Martha'll be there to help her." John looked from Jeremiah's joyous expression to Polly's uneasy one, not sure which side he related to more. "Martha really was the best mother." You said it a little bit sadder. "The kids all miss her, and John's..." He took a step forward, craning to hear what you had to say for him. "He's in so much pain, and I don't know what to do. God, please give me some of it for him. He's already got so much going on in his brain, and Polly said that I've got an empty head, so I wouldn't mind carrying some of it for him. I know Tommy or Arthur would do the same, but their heads are still messed up from the War, and I guess John's is too. He just has more important stuff to think about." For what felt like the first time in a while, John smiled. He walked down the aisle and placed a gentle tap on your bent head. Startled, you looked up. Seeing John, you gave him a big grin as he came to come sit down next to you, cross-legged as if he was back in school and Mrs Changretta was reprimanding him again. He supposed that's what the presence of God felt like to him- a disappointed authoritarian. He held onto his sister's hand, as you looked back up to the intricate window. "Martha, I'm gonna hug John for you now." You moved over to wrap you arms around him, only reaching up to his shoulder as you nuzzled your head against his coat. He knew it was itchy for you, so he pulled you into his lap like he'd do when you were so much younger. Smiling wide, you rested against him like you were still that toddler.  "Hey Y/N-" he didn't get to finish his sentence, as you gave him an annoyed arch of your eyebrows as you brought a finger up to shush him. Sitting up, she looked back up to the window. "Sorry God, I'm going to speak to John now. I'm sorry I got mad at Finn this week, and mum I swear I didn't mean to push him in the Cut, please help me make everyone smile again, and..." you gave a look of pure concentration as she held onto your hands tighter. "That's it! Amen."  You snuggled back down into John's arms, looking at him expectantly. "You can talk now," you told him sweetly. Despite himself, John laughed loudly, giving you a toothy grin. "Oh, can I?" He sounded teasing, and it made Polly beam at Jeremiah as they saw, for the first time in weeks, his happiness that once radiated from him. "Well, Y/N, I just wanted to say it's sweet what you said the big man about me, but you don't have to take on my pain for me." "I don't have to," you repeated sternly. "I choose to." "Even so," John smiled again, the feeling somehow foreign on his face. "The pain I feel is just a reminder of how much I love her." He couldn't say her name, it choked in his mouth, but you understood, nodding your head dutifully. "And it will get easier to handle with time." He looked up to the window, the eyes of a Biblical hero he couldn't name, that seemed to listen to each word. "And, Martha, when that happens, the kids' and I, we'll smile every time we think of you cause of how much we love you, right?" "Amen," Y/N said softly.

I'm here, queer, and I want a summary for the new lesson (whenever you get around to playing it of course)!

-35 Anon

NEW FIC + LESSON 44 SUMMARY 

Hii! I'm sorry this took like a week BUT as an apology/compensation I wrote a lil' something based off this lesson :D   ;

Familiar Strangers

Mammon gets a little more time with the strange angel his little brothers picked up and picks up a few things of his own.

ok ok so this lesson holy shit??? This is probably one of my favourite lessons!? It just gives so much and ahhh it was so good! It gives more angel backstory and lore, shows what got Levi into anime in the first place and answers the question I asked in the previous lesson summary; about why Mammon made a pact with MC in the first place when he said in lesson 43 that he wouldn't make a pact with a random human. And look i'm too excited to wait to reveal this in the end (plus with the way om lessons are structured there won't be a big reveal, just a gradual realisation) so im gonna reveal it here immediately.

LESSON 44 SPOILERS

MC once again fucked up the timeline :')

MC's the one who got Levi into anime in the first place. (but the only reason they got him into anime was cause they already knew he liked anime but he liked anime only because they got him into it and so on and so on, one whole horrid circle)

A time paradox was already in play at the very beginning of S1, meaning MC's first meeting with the brothers was never in S1 but instead thousand of years before the main storyline even began. Meaning MC was never a random human and holy shit???????

I'll talk more about MC and Mammon's pact after I summarise everything, as well as about their sins and their lives in the Celestial Realm Vs the Devildom cause everything is blowing my mind . Additionally, even though Mammon shares more or less equal screentime with his brothers in this lesson it adds a ton of character depth to him and i adore it.

Ok so the lesson starts with;

Mammon, Beel, Satan & MC bursting into Asmo's room. Mammon yelling about how he's gonna kill Asmo cause of the leak, only to find his room empty. They check his bathroom (which in my humble opinion is the first place they should have checked, but then again this is asmo so maybe they wanted to keep that as the worst case scenario option), MC says they should turn the water off immediately and mammon confirms that yeah if lucifer is actually still alive and finds out about this all of them will be murdered on the spot. They find Asmo passed out in the bathroom. MC uses the healing spell they learn back in s2 to take away some of his pain. All 3 brothers seem very worried and when Beel asks Asmo if he's okay, he says that he's not but that MC kissing him may make him better (my man's on his death bed and still tryna smash, an absolute icon). Mammon immediately tells Asmo to go die, and Beel says he shouldn't have worried about Asmo cause it was a waste of energy. and look that instant turnabout is peak comedy :'). Asmo calls them out on being assholes and that he does still feel dizzy and Satan says that if he's able to joke about he's fine. Asmo says that he still wants to sleep it off and that he wants MC with him. Satan once again proving that he's the best brother says that him and Mammon will go make soup, Beel will clean the bathroom and that MC can take Asmo to bed. Asmo gushes about how good Satan is and Satan blushes (a year ago this sentence would have been so messed up wtf happened). in bed MC ends up telling Asmo all about their day and Asmo gets sad about not being able to go to the cafe, MC complains about Simeon being a sadist who put them to work (or they can invite Asmo to come the next time) and Asmo says he's jealous that he wasn't there to see them all suffer. Asmo says that while he was asleep he had a dream that he was still an angel and that it's been so long since he's seen Michael who was stunningly beautiful and who was gushing about lucifer, and that he was glad he didn't run into raphael cause he scared him. MC falls asleep while Asmo talks.

MC is woken up in a bright forest by angel Asmo, who asks them what they were doing sleeping in a place like that and says he has never seen MC before. MC can ask him what he's doing dressed like an angel or can ask him if he's actually asmo. He basically says either i've always looked like this unless you're talking about my nails which i painted a different colour or duh obviously you know who i am, who doesn't. He then asks MC who they are. They can ask him if he has forgotten them or if he's kidding. He says either that if they'd met before he wouldn't have forgotten them or that he always means what he says even if people think he's kidding and then asks for their name. MC can ask if they are dreaming - Asmo takes it as them flirting with him/using a cheesy pickup line which he thinks is adorable - or they can ask where they are - the celestial realm. Asmo asks them if they work for Raphael cause Asmo had snuck into the human world to go to 'something called a party' which he had never been to before and that he'd had a lot of fun. But that raphael says 'it's a wicked and immoral thing'. He then asks MC what they think. MC gets to either say that it's up to him to decide or to agree with raphael. If you choose the first option Asmo is suprised, and then says that since it was so much fun it'd be a tragedy never to experience it again and that he thinks he should be allowed to have fun. Asmo had found MC while he was hiding from Raphael who was pissed about the party. Asmo goes to propose something to MC but gets cockblocked by Beel. Asmo asks beel if he could open the celestial realm gates, beel says no and then asks who the fuck MC is. Asmo introduces Beel as a cherubim and a guardian of the gates of the Celestial Realm. And says that Beel is a very famous angel, and that there's a rumour that lucifer recommended Beel to be promoted to seraphim. Beel says that lucifer hasn't mentioned it to him and that it's just a rumour. Beel asks MC if they are okay and if Asmo has tried anything on them cause Asmo hits on anything that moves. Asmo gets pissed and says that it's not that he'd happily sleep with anyone but that he cares about who they are and that he feels love towards everyone he meets. And that the reason everyone loves him so much is cause he loves everyone due to his ability to see the good in people. Beel changes the subject by telling MC they look hungry and offers them a few sweets he got from Michael. MC basically goes wtf why aren't you eating them. He says he's not hungry and that he has eaten too much recently and gained weight and is now on a diet. MC probably looks like they had a stroke cause Beel asks if they are okay. MC tells him that they like the fact that he eats a lot. Beel blushes before asking Asmo if that's a compliment and if he's supposed to thank MC. Asmo who's pissed off snaps at beel about MC and Beel flirting while ignoring him. Beel says he came here looking for belphie.

Beel proceeds to shake a tree until Belphie falls out... Belphie takes one look at MC and asks what the fuck a human is doing in the celestial realm (i forgot that this was back when he still liked humans and thought we were back to square one and he was about to start throwing hands). MC can say 'You think I lool like a human?' vs "Excuse me? What are YOU doing here?'. for the second option Belphie just says screw you I asked first. For the first he's confused that they are not, Asmo saves MC's ass either by telling Belphie to go get his eyes checked while Beel says MC's an angel. Belphie says he does detect angelic vibes from MC (Lilith's bloodline???) but also something humanlike. Asmo says Belphie probably senses that cause all he ever thinks about are humans and Belphie says it's cause humans are interesting and wishes he was born as a human. Asmo yells at Belphie not to say things like that cause if Raphael finds out they'd be in trouble. Beel asks what they are gonna do about their new lost angel and Asmo asks if they can keep MC. Belphie says no cause they're supposed to bring lost angels to Lucifer (how often do angels get lost????). MC gets to choose whether they want to go with Beel, Belphie or Asmo to find lucifer. I chose Beel cause he was anyway going back to Lucifer with Belphie (⚡⚡Efficiency🌟🌟) which is when belphie finds out lucifer's looking for him cause he skipped a meeting. '???' cuts in with a "Mmhm, I THOUGHT I heard some awfully familiar voices..." it turns out to be Mammon who's been looking for all of them (minus MC for a change and isn't that the weirdest thing to happen in all this).

Asmo scolds Mammon for scaring him and tells him not to appear outta thin air like that (that's such a 'Lucifer Trait' tho that i don't think we've seen from Mammon before?) - Mammon says he'll do what he wants. He then asks if MC is Asmo's 'newest plaything'. Asmo says no but can you imagine tho😍 After Belphie and Beel introduce MC as a lost angel, Mammon sounds oddly skeptical and says he's never heard of an "MC" before. Beel introduces Mammon as a throne who acts as Lucifer's assistant. He says that Mammon can be trusted cause outta all the thrones he's Lucifer's most trusted. Asmo says that Mammon used to be a troublemaker and that Michael hadn't known what to do with him but that he's grown into someone who, more than anyone else in the Celestial Realm, can do anything he puts his mind in to. Mammon says he doesn't like the way Asmo introduced him and Belphie says it's true though cause they all thought Mammon was just a step away from being cast out (fdshgfwdygds explains why Lucifer worries so much over Mammon in the present cause he's gone back to being a troublemaker). MC can ask about 1.) the being cast out thing - Mammon says the others are exaggerating even though things have changed. 2.) being a throne - blushing Mammon says that he was an archangel and that Lucifer recommended him as a throne. 3.)question him about being able to do anything - he snaps at them for looking disbelieving and says he's talented.  Belphie says mammon used to be awful and ngl these made me laugh - mammon brought back pigeon feathers from the human world and tried to sell them to the lower rank angels by telling them they were Raphael's feathers, he also ordered around the army of angels for fun and said he was playing angel chess. Mammon says they were just innocent pranks and were no big deal and MC ever the enabler agrees with him. Mammon says it seems like MC's actually got some sense and says he likes them and that they're cool. Mammon then stutters and asks MC why they're staring at him 'like that' and imagine the amount of shit going through MC's head at seeing Mammon like this? From all the brothers he's arguably the one they're closest with (even if it's not in a romantic sense) so seeing him in a world where he's respected by his brothers and has this kinda calm confidence that he doesn't have as a demon, imagining what must have happened between then and the present for things to change the way they have, finding out he's still a troublemaker, still wholly Mammon, and just has to squash down those urges here, remembering all the times the more responsible side of him came out as a demon and getting to see a version of himself where that side is more prominent. Seeing him so easily say that he likes them without any of the protests he had as a demon. Realising that Mammon's more 'tsundere' characteristics are all a defense mechanism to protect himself from opening up and being hurt and that in the present after realising they genuinely care about him he starts dropping them. realising that as both an angel and a demon he took a look at them and thought 'this one, i like.' Just!??? Ah. :). Anyway back to the chapter- He starts blushing and tells them to stop staring. Belphie asks Mammon if he wants to be like Lucifer, blushing Mammon asks so what if he does. Belphie says that's never gonna happen so he should give up while he's ahead (made me wanna punch him) and that Mammon is not Lucifer and is instead Mammon and that he can't become something he's not (made me wanna hug him). Mammon tells Belphie to shut up and asks why he cares anyway and that with enough time one day he might do it and that he doesn't care what belphie says and that they should just watch him. and isn't it sad that Mammon will never get that time, and yeah it's a good thing that now as a demon he's just being Mammon without trying to be lucifer but he was never given the time to figure that out for himself and it explains all the issues/complexes Mammon has regarding Lucifer and shit imagine losing MC to the man he respects and loves but who he will always see himself as second best to and who he was always trying to reach, the man he believed he could have become until the fall and until he gave up and let his sin and his more real self takeover?? Since Mammon never had the time to realise that it's better to be yourself than someone else if MC ends up choosing Lucifer he'll always have that 'what if' in the back of his head and that shit hurts dude. MC can then say something about them all really loving Lucifer, Mammon blushes and stutters and said that nobody said anything about loving lucifer. Beel, Belphie and Asmo all say they love Luicfer (but not his lectures). Mammon growls and says he hates them and Asmo calls him out on being really obvious about loving lucifer as well, Mammon blushing says he doesn't. Or they can tell Mammon they're rooting for him. He's suprised and then stutters and blushes and asks if they really will. Then still blushing and stuttering he tells MC to stop staring at him like that again. MC's such a pining idiot i can't handle it.  Beel changes the subject and asks why Mammon was looking for them. Lucifer had sent Mammon to find the twins cause Beel never returned with Belphie. He also tells Asmo that Raphael was walking around with his spear looking for him. He then calls them to head to the Celestial Palace. Asmo says that if the Seraphim find out about MC it'll make things worse and who knows what they'll do to all of them. They decide they should hide MC someplace.

Inside the palace Mammon yells at MC to stop looking at everything with wide eyes (did this happen before? when he was showing them around the devildom during the first lesson? I can't remember but my love for parallels is praying it did) cause they're already sticking out by being a bunch of high ranking angels gathered together. Asmo tells Mammon he needs to be nicer. He says that there's no reason to worry cause Lucifer and the others are on the higher floors. Belphie says that this makes it the perfect spot to hide when they wanna skip work. MC says that even angels need a break sometimes. Asmo says the seraphim are bossy and never cut them any slack. Beel asks MC if they are close to any other angels. If MC says Luke no one knows who that is cause the baby hasn't been born yet🥺. If MC says Simeon, Belphie's surprised and Beel says that outta all the Seraphim Simeon's the most easygoing. AND holy shit??? During the last lesson Simeon said he was an archangel which means that he was demoted at some point?????? And considering how close he was with Lucifer and possibly the others as well,,,,,,,,,,could it be possible that he was demoted after the fall? That though he didn't come with them he helped them escape in someway? or looked aside while they escaped? or knew about Lilith and her human? Or knew Lucifer was becoming more disillusioned? Belphie says it's not that Simeon's easygoing but rather that the others are too intense. Mammon asks if they should hand MC over to Simeon and Asmo says another Seraphim would spot them before they reached him. They stop outside their secret room aka the slacking off room. When the door is opened MC and possibly Beel get drenched in water while Belphie, Asmo and possibly Mammon manage to jump away. "???" says that to get entry they need to say the secret phrase.

belphie asks if they really need a secret phrase and levi says they never know when the seraphim will show up, mammon says that if they do show up a secret phrase wouldn't stop them from coming inside. Levi says whatever and asks who MC is. Asmo scolds him for the way he worded the question but still introduces MC. Levi suspects that MC is one of Michael's agents who was sent to verify that levi is 'as much of an useless waste of space as I seem to be'. MC snaps 'That's not true!' and Levi is startled and blushes. And Mammon, holy shit Mammon says what in my humble opinion is one of the funniest lines in the series,: "That's right, Levi. It's not true. I mean, just look at MC's face... See that absentminded stare... like there's nothin' going on upstairs? Does that look like the face of one of Michael's agents? I don't think so." WHY did he have to come for MC so hard!???? this came literally outta nowhere and it made me laugh so hard??? Worst of all? it made me realise a horrid horrid truth; Mammon considers himself a morosexual I'm in tears???? Levi says it's better to be absentminded than to be a waste of space. Belphie says that Levi commanded Lotan and the army of angels in the war against the demons and was basically their general. Beel says that now that the Celestial Realm is at peace Levi feels like he has no purpose. Asmo says that someone from the younger generation took over the Devildom which is why the war ended, though Mammon says the transition isn't official yet. Levi tells them to shut up and Mammon tells him that sitting around being grumpy wouldn't do anything and that he should at least enjoy them being at peace. Levi says that he doesn't wanna hear that crap from Mammon cause Mammon being Lucifer's favourite means he can be an airhead and still have his future secured, while levi would be a dead weight, a leach and a burden to the entire realm without a war to fight (and i mean a lot of what levi said is pretty messed up but Mammon did get promoted from a warrior to Lucifer's right hand possibly after the war was over? while Levi's still a general in a realm at peace). When mammon gets pissed off at Levi's comment the others say that considering this isn't the first time that levi got into one of these moods mammon should just ignore him. Levi immediately latches onto that and says that they shouldn't interact with an useless bore of an angel like him cause it's just a waste of time. MC suggests that Levi find something else he can be passionate about and he says that there's nothing else for him. MC can recommend either anime or manga.  since he doesn't know what these are MC then explains it to him in detail. he's interested but doesn't think a boring angel like him could actually get interested in anything like that (oh baby...). Belphie and Asmo are surprised that MC seems to know so much about the human culture when even Belphie doesn't know this much. '???' voice finds them and says it's interesting how much free time they seem to have. Kinda sad to find out that Levi got into anime cause he needed something to make him feel less useless in the aftermath of a war...

The brothers all freak out about being found by lucifer, who yells at Mammon for not bringing the twins to him and at Beel for not bringing Belphie and then at Belphie for oversleeping and missing the meeting and at Asmo, who he says should take care of the situation before he finds himself at 'the pointy end of Raphael's spear. do you think the Seraphim have divisions that they each head? Lucifer doesn't seem inclined to punish Asmo for breaking the rules like he would have in the Devildom and rather lets Raphael take care of it. Mammon trained under Michael before he met Lucifer - so when he was an archangel. And now as an archangel Simeon works for Michael. It's implied previously in this lesson that Lucifer had other thrones working for him. So? Lucifer then asks who MC is. MC says 'I know you' which makes Lucifer's affection meter go up but he says duh obviously you know me, everyone does (and I mean this in the most affectionate way possible but like what a fucking asshole). Asmo introduces MC as a lost angel and says they were planning to find Lucifer. Lucifer asks if they decided to hide MC cause they were scared the other seraphim would find out and this brings up so many questions - How mean exactly are the other seraphim? We know that the brothers are scared of Lucifer but comparatively Asmo's terrified of Raphael and Mammon of Michael. What exactly would the others do to a lost angel? Ik they said simeon was the most easygoing but is it possible Lucifer's the nicest? I mean he did adopt 6 oddball angels, he seems to be trying to help them rise through the ranks, he seems to deal with lost angels regularly, he knows about their slacking off room and hasn't told the others (to be fair tho if anyone needs a slacking off room it's lucifer), they trusted him not to get mad about their room and about the weird 'angel' they found... Mammon changes the subject by asking Lucifer if he was supposed to be heading down to the devildom, when Levi asks why he'd go there, Lucifer says the price is asking to meet with him. Lucifer's says he doesn't like going but that it's his job and that he doesn't have a choice. with the free 50 pulls I got the devilgram about this first meeting and holy shit?? Lucifer was such a bitch and Diavolo STILL took one look at him decided 'damn I'm gonna love this man'?????????? Also the prejudice the angels have against the demons is just??? Lucifer was surprised that education was a thing in the devildom????? The fact that diavolo wanted not just peace but to build a bridge between the three realms and lucifer didn't believe him cause 1.) ew demons are evil but more importantly 2.) 'if that was possible why hasn't my father tried to achieve that?' - just them showing lucifer slowly starting to question everything he was brought up with and his father who looked up to and practically hero-worshipped?? The symbolism of Lucifer finding the devildom clothes he was provided with more comfortable than his angel's armour? Lucifer warming up to diavolo in the end and i dunno guys it was such a good devilgram. i also got the devilgram where lucifer gets jealous of Barbatos, sulks about it, then whines to MC and finally tries to bake cookies for Diavolo... it's not significant to anything i just needed to say that out loud. Back to the main storyline; MC can ask him whether he doesn't like demons or whether he doesn't want to go the devildom. his answer to both is basically 'ew of course not'. He then tells MC he'll ask Michael to help them. MC tells him to have fun with Diavolo and to be friendly. Lucifer is shocked cause it almost sounds like MC knows Diavolo, and he says they're odd cause he feels like even though he just met them it doesn't really feel like that. Asmo agrees and says when he talks to MC it feels like he's talking to someone very dear to him. Mammon's surprised it's not just him who feels that. Belphie says it's a mysterious feeling and Beel says maybe they've all met somewhere before. Levi says maybe MC reminds them of someone they know. Belphie says: "Hey, wait a second. Does MC remind you of Li-" He's cut off by the whole screen going white and '???' saying 'oh dear, what a mess...'

The voice laments about how often Solomon messes shit up, and asks how he could possibly create food that has odd effects on both humans and demons, and that it can't even be classified as food anymore and should be considered a magic potion. They say that Solomon doing these kinda shit without even realising is the worst part. The voice says that MC's consciousness was sent to the past through their dreams cause of Solomon's cooking and that solomon had created an immortality elixir by accident too once. the voice says that despite being a decent human with a good head on his shoulders Solomon can sometimes be more troublesome than the demons cause despite the way he acts he doesn't actually understand his own power. The voice says they'll send MC back home and that they'll forget everything that happened but the effect they had on the brothers as angels will carry on to the future and that in order to ensure the effect doesn't have negative consequences someday the voice will keep an eye on MC from now on. And that the voice will have to think about Simeon as well. They say goodbye until they meet MC again. MC wakes up next to a sleeping Asmo in his bed. When Beel tells them they're finally done cleaning up the bathroom MC tells him they had a wack dream but that they can't remember what it was, Beel says maybe it's something they're better off forgetting. There's a locked chapter that i can't open :')

The lessons over but I've got notes so hear me out!

1. ) The paradox of Mammon and MC's pact- in the previous lesson Mammon said he doesn't make pacts with random humans except as far as we knew then MC was a random human when he made the pact with them. Mammon being the fastest of the brothers also means he could have easily gotten Goldie back without making the pact. This lesson reveals that MC was never a random human and that they'd met thousands of years prior to their 'first meeting' and though neither Mammon nor MC would have remembered that meeting the effect of it would have still carried on. The effect of MC supporting Mammon's schemes and his dreams, the effect of him being flustered by them, of them staring at him in a way that made him blush, of him deciding he liked them, of him feeling like he already knew them and being able to comfortably tease them. And it's probably all of this that led Mammon to make a pact with them. Except MC was stared at him and supported him as an angel cause they already knew him and cared about him as an angel cause they had a pact together and were friends. tldr; the only reason Mammon made a pact with MC was cause they were familiar to him, the only reason they were familiar to him was cause they were nice to him when he was angel, and the only reason they were nice to him as an angel was cause they already had a pact with him and were friends and so on and so on.

2. ) They have so much freedom in the Devildom holy shit??? They went from having a council of scary vaguely sadistic control freaks to just one. They can do whatever they want without any real consequences while in the Celestial Realm a party was seen as something evil? None of them have any real duties in the devildom while they were so busy in the celestial realm they needed a secret room to slack off

3. ) the seraphim seem so much more controlling than diavolo? I mean the man takes any excuse to throw a party and is currently whining about not being allowed to go the human world. While in the celestial realm just talking about wanting to be human is a punishable offence. And yeah sure you could say that I'm comparing the past celestial realm vs the current devildom and that the current celestial realm has probably eased up a lot EXCEPT 01.) in the devilgram with Lucifer's and Diavolo's first meeting Diavolo seems exactly the same as he currently is. 02.) Luke - who is a fairly new angel- 's attitude when he first arrives in the devildom is scarily similar to Lucifer's attitude in the devilgram where he first meets Diavolo 03.) the angel event proves that the Celestial Realm still has a set view on what angels should be like and that the brothers never fit this view

4.) Forming of their sins - the brothers were definitely the odd ones out in the celestial realm even if they were pretty famous and they all had less intense versions of their sins even back then. MC who knows them for only their sins, reinforced them when they were angels which probably led to them embracing these sins more, which would have helped with their fall and with fully developing their sins

5. ) I feel like we might actually get to see michael???? They've been dragging and teasing about finally meeting him for so long.

Pls come talk to me about this lesson! I'm desperate rn i need to hear more thoughts and theories!

idk what you did @chlobenet​ but some creativity came back??

“I really don’t mean to bother you, but can I stay the night?” Stella x Tommy

Prompt requested by @isaaclahys​ like a million years ago

“Estelle?”

Letting out a sigh Stella placed her book down on the bed beside her. She had only been home a week and the sound of her name echoing up the stairs to her room was already beginning to get old. 

“Yes?” she called back as she pushed herself up onto her feet, wandering over to her window to glance out across the rolling hills and blue skies staring back to her. 

A yawn crossed her lips and she reached up to rub at her eyes. She missed the greying, smog filled Birmingham atmosphere with the sounds of rumbling cars and beeping horns, so much so she found it hard to sleep without the noises of the city going on around her. The countryside was just too quiet, and she was exhausted. 

But she couldn’t go back. Not after what had happened. After what Tommy had done. 

“There’s someone here to see you.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she moved back away from the window. There weren’t many people in the village who would come to visit her after her and Michael‘s disappearing acts. They had caused quite the stir and her return hadn’t brought anyone back onto her side “Who?” 

“Just come downstairs. Now please.” 

Pinching the bridge of her nose Stella made her way out of her room and down the stairs “What is it?” she asked with a frown as she saw her mother waiting for her at the bottom, a worried look on her face. 

“I tried to say you weren’t here but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.” 

Her breath hitched in her throat as she turned the corner. Sitting, looking very out of place, at the top of their kitchen table with his head bent over a steaming cup of tea was Thomas Shelby. 

As much as she hated to admit it her heart skipped slightly in her chest at the surprise of seeing him. She had forgotten just how striking he was and she was caught off guard with him being sprung upon her in such a manner. 

Her eyebrows arched as she exchanged a glance with her worried looking mother “It’s fine,” she said in a quiet tone, her voice a lot steadier than how she was feeling “I’ll speak to him.”

He glanced up upon hearing her arrival, a small ghost of a smile coming to his lips “Estelle,” he greeted simply, taking in a deep breath and straightening up in his chair as she stepped into the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she folded her arms over her chest.

Instead of answering her he turned to where her mother was still hovering at the kitchen door “The tea was lovely Mrs King,” he said, his gruff tone sounding so alien in her mother’s kitchen “Would you mind if I took your daughter out on a walk?”

The older woman let out a sigh as she glanced across to where Stella was pretending not to listen “If you know my daughter as well as you say you do Mr Shelby it isn’t me you should be asking,” she said as she bustled into the kitchen, plucking his cup and the teapot beside it up and placing it in the sink for the maid to clear away later on. She paused for a second as she reached Stella’s side, not looking up to her daughter this time as she spoke again “If Estelle wants to go on a walk she will go on a walk.”

There was a look of surprised amusement on Tommy’s face as Stella’s mother disappeared further into the house “It would seem you aren’t just headstrong when trying to keep me in check then,” he said, pushing the chair he was sitting in back and getting up to his feet “Are you walking?” 

“You still haven’t told me why you are here,” was her answer, the stern look he had grown used to on her face as her jaw tensed and right eyebrow arched. 

“Please,” Tommy said, a word Stella was sure he was saying for the first time in his life, as he gestured to the back door “Accompany me on a walk?” he asked, going into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out his tin of cigarettes, plucking one out and placing it between his lips.

She let out a huff at his action and raised her eyes to the ceiling “You know, my life has been a lot more peaceful since coming back here,” she said, reaching for her coat and slipping it on. Her mother and father had never allowed anyone to smoke in their home and Stella wasn’t about to allow Tommy to break one of her parents’ rules. 

They walked in silence for a few moments, passed twitching curtains and glances from passersby. Tommy’s smoke twirled and danced through the crisp evening air once it had escaped through his lips, the smell filling Stella with nostalgia for a time not even too long ago. She knew they were about to be the talk of the village, she was already being linked with all kinds of rumour about why she left and why she was back; walking side by side with the man known to them as Henry’s troublemaker uncle wouldn’t be doing her any favours. 

And it made her miss Birmingham even more. 

The further they walked, passing house after house and even the stable yard where her and Michael’s mares were now being loaned to other local children to take out on hacks, the more she could feel her anger toward him bubble up. She wanted to ask him, again, why he was there but the words died on her tongue before they could be spoken, knowing he would just brush her off again until he was the one who decided it was time for her to know.

She wanted to ask how everyone else was - Polly, John, Arthur and even Michael - but couldn’t bring herself to say their names to him after what he had done. If he responded with anything other than updates on them all she would only get angrier; and she couldn’t imagine he had been writing them letters while they stayed holed up in their jail cells. 

“You know,” he began, once they were at the end of the rows of houses and were entering a more secluded part of the village. Stella kept her head facing forward, not giving him any of her attention now he was finally speaking “I made sure you were kept out of it.” 

That anger, white hot and bubbling in the pit of her stomach, threatened to erupt but she took in a deep breath. There was no point in exploding at Thomas, she had learned that since moving to Birmingham and beginning to work alongside him, so instead she raised her chin and turned back to face him. She knew there were pink spots on her cheekbones giving her true feelings away but she pushed that to the back of her mind “And I’m supposed to thank you for that am I?”

The corners of his lips turned down slightly as he thought over her question and shrugged his shoulders. Another cloud of smoke encased him for a couple of seconds before he spoke again “They wanted you as part of the deal but I told them no.”

Stella’s eyes narrowed as she regarded him. He was different to how she remembered him and it wasn’t just the round glasses covering his usually sparking eyes, he was not as formidable and didn’t tower over her as much as she recalled whenever she allowed herself to think back to her time with the Shelby family. 

It was usually late at night, when she couldn’t sleep, that she allowed her mind to wander. She thought back to nights in the Garrison chatting with Polly and avoiding getting into rounds with Arthur and John, she remembered meeting up with Tommy at the yard and noting how out of place they both seemed in the formal wear they had both become accustomed to and she even thought back to paydays with Michael when he’d take her out to the fanciest place he could think of and kiss her beneath the stars on their way home. 

But something would always cut across those memories and bring her back down to earth with a harsh bump. The sound of gunshots and the smell of too much whiskey, the way Tommy had whispered for her to run and how she had hidden while the others were taken away, their hands cuffed behind their backs… 

Remembering the many times she was stirred from near sleep by the broken memories pushed her on and, if ignoring the pounding of her heart telling her not to speak, she turned back on him “Is this your way of telling me you care?” 

Her face became hot once more as all he did was stare back to her. Frustration and embarrassment doused out her white hot anger and, as tears sprang to her eyes, she turned her back on him and stormed toward home. 

“Estelle!” he called after her but she ignored him. This was not what she wanted, when setting her eyes on him she wanted to be dismissive and cold. She hadn’t wanted to find herself slipping beneath his spell. 

Wind rushed through her ears as her shoes slapped against the pavement. Her heart thudded in her chest and her lungs burned with the exertion after spending so much time around the Shelby smokers. 

But she pushed on. Not wanting to be around him after speaking before thinking, just wanting to be tucked up in her bed away from anyone not having to think about anything to do with the Shelby family. 

“Estelle wait.” 

She was surprised as his hand grasped around her wrist, spinning her so she was facing him once again “What Tommy? What?” she asked, breathless as she stared up to his blue eyes “What do you want from me?” 

He was close, too close, as his eyes flickered over her. The fingers he had wrapped around her wrist were the only thing between them, their noses almost touching “I care,” he said in a slow and measured tone “I didn’t mean for you to leave.” 

Swallowing down her nerves Stella nodded, unable to drag her eyes away from his “I was so angry I was scared I’d kill you,” she said with a quirk of her brow and a slight smile “I needed to get away.” 

When he smiled, truly smiled, his whole face lit up and Stella found herself breathless once again “It’s a long drive back to Birmingham,” he said glancing over her shoulder to her parents house “I really don’t mean to bother you, but can I stay the night?” 

Stella smirked, tugging her arm away from his grasp “I’ll do up the spare room.” 

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As Promised

Summary: If you were to ask Emma Moore how out of control her life became just before the apocalypse, she would have told you how she had never seen it coming. How she fell for someone that she should have avoided at all cost and how she had no control of any of it in anyway possible. Of course she had no clue of her own ‘destiny’. Michael Langdon x OC

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I just started back at my second job and things have been crazy. I want to thank everyone for the positive feedback. I’m so happy so many of you enjoy my writing. If anyone would liked to be tagged in the next update, just let me know! Also I am STILL posting from my phone’

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Part one here!!

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Emma wasn’t always stuck in her dorm. Occasionally she did attend lessons in the classroom with the other students. She did get along fairly well with most of the students. Sometimes she was annoyed at how she was treated by other students but there were a few she liked to call friends.

Most of the time the other students were afraid of her father. John Henry tried not to show favoritism, but not that he needed to. Emma was treated as fair as his other students. He was thankful Behold felt the same way. He felt proud of her progress since her powers first showed. The two agreed that she would better off residing in Hawthorne than Robichauxs. To them, Cordelia was just dangerous. She attracted danger like a magnet.

Three times Cordelia tried to reach out to him in regards to his daughter. She insisted that Emma would excel and grow with her fellow witches. And every time he would tell her no. He wanted her close by at all times. The fear of losing her to some freak accident caused by Cordelia or any of her girls haunted his thoughts often.

She never put up an argument about Robichauxs, she was comfortable where she was. She was a good kid, Behold always told him. She had her fair share of anxiety so naturally giving her her own space was good.

Ariel and Baldwin detested the idea of her attending the school. They argued with John Henry for at least three hours before giving in and laying down the rules. At this time Behold had his back and agreed to help teach the young witch. And she proved herself almost immediately to the instructors. In no time she was already considered at level three.

She was currently sitting in the class room with a few students listening to one of Behold’s lectures. She had paid attention for the first half but towards the end, she felt a strange, low vibration in her skull. Her head aches as she presses her finger tips to her temples.

“You good?” She looked to her left. Edward, another one of the nicer students asks.

Emma nodded. “Yeah, just a headache.”

He just nods and returns his attention back to their instructor, but she cannot focus. All she can do is close her eyes and wait for it to stop.

By the time the lesson was over, Emma noticed that the constant buzzing in the back of her head had stopped. She followed the rest of the class out of the room and into the halls toward the private wing of the school.

She was caught off guard when a strong force knocked the two books out of her arms. When she stopped and looked up, she was met with the faces of three male students who stood to the side of the hallway.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Emma.” Thomas Albershaugh said. Thomas Albershaugh was one of the few students that gave the young witch a hard time. His friends Erik and Justin did just about the same.

Erik used his foot to push off the wall where he had been leaning and approached her. “Let me get that for you.”

Emma glared as he reaches down, picked up both books and place them back in her waiting hands. Before she could turn to walk away and not bother to make a smart comment, once again the books went flying out of her hands by an unseen force. Most likely made by Justin or Thomas.

“Oops.” Justin laughed as Erik stepped around Emma. By this point many of the other students had stopped to watch.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Very mature, assholes.”

“Why don’t you bend over and pick them up for us?” Thomas laughed. “Give us a show.”

The witch now self consciously gripped the ends of her black dress Skirt to make sure it was pulled down. Hesitate steps were taken to where the books had landed right in front of the morons themselves. She slowly bent her knees and with her right arm, she extends it to grab them, while the other hand is holding onto the skirt to prevent any kind of ‘show’ she was teased about.

Just as her hand gripped one of the books, another unseen force knocked her down completely. Luckily for Emma, her skirt kept down, but The boys laughed and she swore she heard other student whistle.

And in that moment, she felt pure rage. Nothing like what she had felt before. Before, she would just walk back to dorm and cry with frustration, but today that was not the case. She remained sitting on the floor and glared at the three boys. Her heart raced and hands formed into fists. Before she could intentionally hex them, Thomas went flying back into the wall, his head made contact with the wall with a loud thud. Erik’s head flew back as if he had been punched directly in the nose and Jared was thrown face down onto the cement floor.

Just like that, all the laughter and whistling stopped. The students became silent, some whispering as they stared at the three boys and the witch. It took Emma a good minute to realize what had just happened. Her eyes stayed glued to Thomas in shock as he lay there, not moving. She was in such shock, she didn’t even hear Behold’s voice

Behold had just entered the hall from the class room to see what noises he was hearing from the students. He slowly pushed his way through the students to see Three students, the troublemakers he knew they were, laying on the ground. He followed the other student’s stares to Emma who was currently sitting opposite of the boys, avoiding eye contact with the instructor.

“Alright, what’s going on?” John Henry made his way out next. He immediately stopped when he saw everyone, including Emma.

As he made his way quickly to his daughter, one of the students answered. “Emma kicked their asses!” More students chimed in. “She didn’t even touch them!”

“Out of the hallway now! Get back to your dorms, shows over.” Behold directed the students out and began checking on the three boys who were luckily still alive. His eyes moved to Emma who finally looked away from them but remained seated. “What in the hell happened?”

Erik sat up, blood coating his hands as he held his nose. “She’s a fucking Psycho that’s what happened!”

“You started it, asshole!” She shot back, her fathers hand grasped her shoulder.

John Henry rolled his eyes. “Alright, well we’re ending it right now.” He helped pull her to her feet. “You, young lady are to go and clean yourself up and go back to your room. We’ll discuss this later.”

Emma followed her fathers words and left as Behold and her father tried to get the other three students taken care of. She replayed the event in her head over and over trying to understand how she did it. She didn’t even recall uttering a word to pull that off.

As she finally made it to her dorm, she tried to find a simple explanation to what it could have been. And what was she going to tell her father? She had no idea.

Closing the door behind her, she made her way to her bathroom. She needed to shower, might help her relax after her embarrassing throw down. She let the water warm up in the shower as she stripped off her uniform. Only looking up at the mirror once does she realize what she looks like right now.

Dried blood that stuck to her right nostril, perhaps from all that energy she released on those boys? Great, now she does look like a psycho that Erik had claimed her to be.

‘What the actual fuck?’ She thought to herself, taking a cloth nearby, wetting it with the tap and using it to clean the blood.

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Not too long after her shower, Emma was changed into her night clothes. She had already dried her dirty blonde waves and was currently resting on her bed with her spell book in hand. She was trying to distract herself from the fact her father was going to demand what or how she pulled off what had happened earlier.

The sound of her door opening held her attention, closing her book and placing it gently on the night stand. Her father made his way into the room and took a seat opposite from her at the desk. Facing him, she noticed how stressed he seemed to look. She must have pissed off Ariel.

Looking at his daughter, John was the first to speak.“I just finished speaking with Ariel and Baldwin. Ariel is beyond furious to know that a witch, whom he allows to study here, attacked three of his level 2 warlocks.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “It’s not like they’re dead-“

“That’s not the point, Emma. Two boys have broken noses and Thomas has a concussion and a possible skull fracture. I don’t know which spell you used, but you have caused them some serious harm. Ariel and Behold are going to have to deal with the parents.” He sounded almost frightened himself. “I need to know, from you, what happened?

The girl nodded, looking down to her feet dangling off the bed. “I was leaving class and they were picking on me. Well, it was more like sexual harassment and usually I can ignore them but they knocked the books out of my hands and then me.” Her voice started to crack. “I was just so angry, I guess. I was trying to think of something to do and then it just happened. I don’t know what I did.”

John nodded. “Well, like I said Ariel wasn’t very happy but I was able to talk him down. He wanted to have you expelled but I opted something else. Probation.” Emma looked confused. “Dorm lessons only. No classes, no library. You’ll either eat your meals in my office or in here.”

“But, for how long?” She asked.

He stood from the chair, arms crossed over his chest. “Until Ariel says it’s over. Emma, I am sticking up for you as best as I can. But you have got to meet me half way here, okay? This attacking other students stuff? Never again.”

“It won’t.” She promised.

John nodded. “Alright we’ll, get some rest. Behold will be in first thing for your lessons tomorrow.”

And with that he was gone. Emma Laos back onto the bed and sighed. It was going to be a long probation.

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For the rest of the week Emma was adjusting to her new schedule. Wake up and change, classes held in her dorm with either Behold or her father, eat lunch in her dorm, study in her dorm, and eat dinner... in her dorm. She was beginning to feel lonely. She wanted just to visit the library, but received the same answer every time. She was sick of the same books she was given by her father.

It was around 10 O’clock on a Friday when Emma had given up on following those rules. All instructors had turned in for the night and students as well so there was no way she’d be caught. She wrapped herself in a thick cardigan and made her way quietly out of her dorm. She was sure to keep an eye out as she tip toed her way through the secluded hallways of Hawthorne.

Once she made it to the poorly lit room, she made herself at home. Grabbing the first book she found on hexes. She wanted to know exactly what had happened to those boys and what she did exactly to cause it. She sat curled up on the plush cushions of the couch and read through multiple chapters. She was so focused, she let her guard down and didn’t even notice the other presence enter the room.

“Do you always hang out in the library this late?” She jumped and turned around in shock, but relaxed once she saw that it was Michael.

She carefully raised a finger to her lips with a smile. “Not really, but I didn’t really have a choice.”

Michael made his way into the library, he still wore his uniform but without the jacket, tie abandoned and sleeves rolled up. He took a seat next to her on the couch. “Haven’t seen you in a while. The word in class is that you got expelled.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Almost. I’m on ‘probation’. Which means that I’m basically stuck in my room.”

“So you snuck out,” he smiled, adding on. “Look at you.”

She looked away, trying to hide her blush. But Michael has already seen it. “So, how bad is the gossip?”

Michael shrugged, leaning back more into the cushions. “That you kicked that kid’s ass. Sorry I missed it, heard it was ‘messy’.”

“I didn’t do ‘anything’.” She confessed. “At least I don’t think I did. I honestly can’t figure it out.”

“Well did they upset you, right? Maybe it was just your emotions lashing out? That’s what I did when I-“ he stopped.

“When you what?” She asked, closing her book softly.

“When Ariel found me, I was in jail. I was protecting someone I care about and well, I accidentally killed him. They arrested me and the cop wanted me to confess so he started to beat me and again, I lashed out. I didn’t even know I could do that. The point is I think our emotions play a big role in what we can do. That and that Thomas kid seemed like an ass.”

Emma nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

It grew quiet between the two. While Emma thought more about what he had told her, Michael took this time to observe her. She looked different in her comfortable pajamas than in her Hawthorne uniform, not that he mind. The fire from the fireplace illuminated the skin of her bare legs and her cardigan slightly open, showing a her thin camisole top. Her long hair curled and shaped her face and laid past her shoulders.

He flicked his eyes back to her face only to find hers on him. She slowly wrapped the cardigan around her a little tighter and sighed. It only just occurred to her that not only had she broke one of the rules for her probation, she broke her father’s rule about Michael. Not wanting to get caught with both, she began to sit up and pick up her book.

“It’s getting late and I don’t want to get caught. I better head back,” she said standing up, book held tightly to her chest.

Michael stood immediately. “Can I walk you to your dorm?”

While Emma should have felt uncomfortable, she didn’t. Instead she felt almost flattered. She nodded and led the way. Michael smiled and followed, hands clasped behind his back.

“So, how do you like the school?” She asked, wanting to end the silence.

“It’s good, everyone is very nice. Although, I swear your father hates me.”

She smiled and shook her head. “He’s just hard on everyone and very protective of the school.”

“And you,” he added.

She nodded. “Of course.”

“What about your mother?”

Emma didn’t speak and her small smile was gone. “Uh, she died when I was two. So I don’t really remember her. So it’s just my dad and me.”

Michael could feel her emotions remain the same. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added quickly. “My mom tried to kill me when I was younger.”

The witch’s brow furrowed and stopped to look at him. “Oh god, I’m sorry.”

Michael only offered a small smile and shook his head. “It’s alright, she just didn’t understand who I was. But I have a foster mom, of sorts. She’s great and takes good care of me that I don’t even think about my mom.”

“Oh, well that’s good, I suppose.” She replied, beginning to walk again. Emma’s thoughts raced as she thought about what he had said. A mother attempting to kill her own child, the poor boy probably went through a lot.

They finally came to the private wing of Hawthorne and stopped. “There’s a spell on this wing so other students can’t enter so,” Emma balances on her toes. “Thanks for walking with me.”

“I really enjoy your company,” he said. “Do you think you can sneak out again sometime soon?”

“Michael I-“ she sighs. “I probably shouldn’t. I don’t want to get in trouble. Ariel already hates me and I don’t want to get expelled.” She watched his lips fall from that beautiful smile of his. And suddenly she didn’t care. It seems that she had finally made a friend, a friend she wanted to get to know more. “You know what, sure. Can we meet in the library again tomorrow night?”

“Sounds good. 10 o’clock?”

She smiles. “10 o’clock. Good Night, Michael.”

He watches as she makes her way to her door at the end of the hall and disappear. He quietly observed the corridor itself. A spell to keep students out, really? He cautiously stepped over the threshold of the hallway, waiting for something to shove him away, but nothing happens. Placing his hands behind his back once more, he quietly makes his way to her door. He can practically feel her emotions blossom into happiness. And it’s something he wants to her to feel all the time, he wants to be the one to bring out that smile of hers.

He felt pride for what she did to Thomas and his friends. Well, what he did. The second he heard those words from the boy’s mouth he wanted to snap their necks right there. But he knew he needed to keep low. So he did what anyone would do for their soulmate, he gave her energy. The warlocks believed Emma’s actions to be from her emotions, not Michael’s magic. She didn’t know it, but there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

As for her father, he may need to be a little careful around. He knew John Henry was already suspicious. Nothing he or Miss Meade couldn’t handle.

What Is This Feeling: Chapter 4

Fem!9th Doctor x Male! Rose Tyler

WITF Masterlist

The Doctor and Ross made their way back to the observation gallery. The Doctor went over to the panel on the wall and started to do scans.

"That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that." The Doctor turned to meet a tree. "What do you think, Jabe? Listen to the engines. They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?"

"It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me," Jabe replied.

"Where's the engine room?"

"I don't know," he paused, "But the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite. I could show you and your…husband."

"He's not my husband," she corrected quickly.

"Partner?"

"No."

"Concubinus?"

"Nope."

"Prostitute?"

Ross finally butt in, annoyed. "Whatever I am, it must be invisible. Do you mind?" He frowned. "Tell you what, you two go and pollinate. I'm going to catch up with family. Quick word with Michael Jackson," he referred to Cassandra.

"Don't start a fight," she warned. She turned and took Jabe's offered arm. "I'm all yours," she smiled.

"I want you home by midnight," Ross called after them.

The two aliens made their way into the maintenance duct. They conversed a little as they continued down the hall of wires. It seemed like it went on forever.

"So tell me, Jabe, what's a tree like you doing in a place like this," she asked.

"Respect for the Earth."Jabe gave a small smile. "Well, perhaps it's a case of having to be seen at the right occasion."

"In case your share prices drop?" She smiled back. "I know you lot. You've got massive forests everywhere, roots everywhere, and there's always money in land."

"All the same, we respect the Earth as family. So many species evolved from that planet. Mankind is only one. I'm another. My ancestors were transplanted from the planet down below, and I'm a direct descendent of the Tropical Rainforest."

"Excuse me," she pardoned herself as she took out her Sonic Screwdriver. The Doctor began to scan the door panel.

"And what about your ancestry, Doctor? Perhaps you could tell a story or two. Perhaps a woman only enjoys trouble when there's nothing else left. I scanned you earlier. The metal machine had trouble identifying your species. It refused to admit your existence."

The Doctor froze. Jabe knew who she was. He knew what happened. The pained Time Lord stared off, flashing back to that fateful day.

"Even when it named you, I wouldn't believe it. But it was right. I know where you're from. Forgive me for intruding, but it's remarkable that you even exist. I just wanted to say how sorry I am."

Jabe gently placed a hand on the Doctor's arm. She instinctively placed hers on top of his. A single tear dripped down her face. She quickly wiped the tear and opened the door to the engine room. The Doctor shook her head, ridding herself of the painful memories. They both stepped inside the engine room.

"Is it me, or is it a bit nippy?" The Doctor questioned while staring at the giant fans running at full blast. "Fair do's, though, that's a great bit of air conditioning. Sort of nice and old fashioned. Bet they call it retro," she laughed and turned from the giant fans. She then began to scan another panel on the wall.

"Gotcha," she said as she pulled off the panel cover. A metal spider-like creature scuttled out and up the nearest wall. "What the hell's that?"

"Is that part of the retro," Jabe questioned, innocently.

The leather clad alien aimed her screwdriver at the spider as Jabe lassoes it.

"Hey, nice liana," she complimented with a smile.

"Thank you. We're not supposed to show them in public."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anybody," the Doctor reassured. "Now then, who's been bringing their pets on board?"

"What does it do?"

"Sabotage."

"Earth death in ten minutes," the computer reminded.

"And the temperature's about to rocket. Come on," she led Jabe back out of the wire pathway, and back to the hallways. They both quickly made their way to the steward's office.

Once they were outside the office the Doctor noticed the smoke, and smell coming from within. The steward was dead.

"Hold on. Get back."

She soniced the door's panel, causing the sun filter to rise.

"Is the steward in there," asked Jabe.

"You can smell him. Hold on, there's another sun filter programmed to descend."

She quickly ran off, following the signal. She hoped no one was in the room. She soon found the room with the descending filter. The Doctor started to work on raising it as fast as she could.

"Anyone in there," she called out.

"Open the door," she heard Ross yell from within. She rolled her eyes, not even surprised.

"Oh, well, it would be you. Hold on. Give us two ticks." She spoke as she continued to work.

"Sun filter rising," the computer announced.

Ross and the Doctor both began to relax.

"Sun filter descending," the computer announced once more.

"Just what we need," the Doctor said, annoyed. "The computer's getting clever."

"Stop mucking about," Ross yelled.

The Doctor began to stress out. "I'm not mucking about. It's fighting back."

After a few nail-biting seconds the Doctor finally got the filter to rise, and stay up.

"The whole door's jammed. I can't open it. Stay there!" She told him before heading off towards the observation gallery.

The Doctor walked inside the gallery as Jabe was giving everyone a briefing. She took the spider from Jabe, and inspected it once more.

"I'm afraid the steward is dead," Jabe informed them.

"Who killed him," The Moxx of Balhoon asked.

"The whole event was sponsored by the Face of Boe. He invited us. Talk to the Face. Talk to the Face," Cassandra said.

"Easy way of finding out. Someone brought their little pet on board. Let's send him back to master."

She set the spider on the ground. It scuffled off towards Cassandra, scanned her, and then moved on. It then moved onto the black gowned group.

"The Adherents of the Repeated Meme. J'accuse," Cassandra accused.

"That's all very well, and really kind of obvious, but if you think about it…" The Doctor moved towards the group. The leader swung its arm at her. She caught it, and ripped it out. "A Repeated Meme is just an idea. And that's all they are, an idea."

She pulled the main control wire from the arm. All of the Adherents fell to the floor.

"Remote controlled Droids. Nice little cover for the real troublemaker. Go on, Jimbo," she nudged the spider. "Go home."

The spider quickly scuffled off to Cassandra.

"I bet you were the school swot and never got kissed. At arms," Cassandra commanded. Her attendants raised their spray guns.

"What are you gonna do, moisturize me," she asked sarcastically.

"With acid. Oh, you're too late. My spiders have control of the mainframe. Oh, you all carried them as gifts; tax free, past every code wall. I'm not just a pretty face," Cassandra smiled.

"Sabotaging the ship when you're still on it? How stupid's that?" The Doctor crossed her arms.

"I'd hoped to manufacture a hostage situation with myself as one of the victims. The compensation would have been enormous."

"Five billion years and it still comes down to money," the Doctor was astonished at the selfishness of humans.

"You're just as useful dead, all of you. I have shares in your rival companies and they'll tripe in price as soon as you're dead. My spiders are primed and ready to destroy the safety systems. How did that old Earth song go? Burn, baby, burn."

The space station shook as the spiders were activated. The force fields suddenly disappeared. They were vulnerable.

"Bye, bye, darlings," Cassandra smirked before she and her attendants beamed out.

The heat levels began to rise.

"We have to reset the computer by hand. There must be a system restore switch. Jabe, come on. You lot, just chill," she told them as she exited the gallery.

The Doctor and Jabe sped to the engine room. They only had two minutes to restore the system. No pressure. Once inside, the Doctor quickly searched for the switch. She spotted it behind the three giant fans.

"Oh, and guess where the switch is."

The Doctor pulled a breaker lever and the fans began to slow a bit. As soon as she let go and stepped away the fans reset their speed. Jabe grabbed the lever and held it down.

"You can't. The heat's going to vent through this place," the Time Lord protested.

"I know," the tree told her.

"Jabe, you're made of wood."

"Then stop wasting time, Time Lady," Jabe used the correct gender term of her race. The Doctor grinned, and nodded.

She made it passed the first fan easily. Once at the second fan she looked back at Jabe. He was still okay. They could do this! She turned back to the fan. Timing it perfectly, the Doctor ran through. When she reached the third fan a cry of pain was heard behind her. She turned to look. Jabe had combusted, and was burning alive.

'No!'

She couldn't help him. It killed her. The Doctor had to keep going. Jabe's death wouldn't be meaningless. It'll be harder to get through the last fan since they were back on full blast.

The fans were going faster than expected. The only way she could get through is if she slowed down time. It was something they were taught to do in the Academy. It wasn't easy. It took lots of concentration.

She closed her eyes and steadied her hearts. Her entire body needed to be calm. She breathed slowly and focused. In her mind everything started to slow down. The fans were at a crawling pace. Holding her breath, she stepped through.

Once she realized that it worked, her eyes flew open. She bolted forward and pulled down the breaker.

"Raise shields"

The Shields raised just in time as the Earth exploded. Once her adrenaline slowed down, she decided to return to everyone. The Doctor walked back under the fans. She stopped and stared sadly at the ashes of Jabe. No matter how many companions she had, there will always be one constant one: Death. She turned away, and strode back to the main gallery.

When she stepped inside, she saw some members mourning their loss. Seeing Ross also lifted a weight off her shoulders. However, first thing she needed to do was inform Lute and Coffa. She stepped over to them and placed a hand on both of their shoulders.

"Jabe is dead," she spoke softly. "He died a hero. Make sure he has an honoured ceremony once you return home. I'm so sorry." She turned and stepped away to let them mourn in private.

"You alright," Ross asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm full of ideas, I'm bristling with them. "She spoke angrily. "Idea number one, teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some kind of feed. Idea number two, this feed must be hidden nearby."

The Doctor walked over to the displayed Ostrich egg. She smashed it to reveal a small device.

"Idea number three, if you're as clever as me, then a teleportation feed can be reversed." The Doctor reversed the device. Cassandra beamed back in.

"Oh," she said, shocked.

"The last human," The Doctor growled, very cross.

"So, you passed my little test. Bravo. This makes you eligible to join, er, the human club," Cassandra lied.

"People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them."

"It depends on your definition of people, and that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries. Take me to court, the Doctor, and watch me smile and cry and flutter," Cassandra began to creak.

"And creak," asked the Doctor.

"And what?" Cassandra spoke, confused.

"Creak. You're creaking."

"What? Ah! I'm drying out! Oh, sweet heavens. Moisturize me, moisturize me! Where are my surgeons? My lovely boys! It's too hot," Cassandra cried out.

"You raised the temperature," the Doctor spoke coldly.

"Have pity! Moisturize me! Oh, oh, Doctor. I'm sorry. I'll do anything," she begged.

"Help her," Ross said, sympathetically.

"Everything has its time and everything dies," She said stone cold.

"I'm too young," Cassandra cried before exploding.

Without a second glance, the Doctor left the room. She needed pace to calm down. She didn't return until everyone was gone. When she walked back into the gallery she saw Ross staring out where the Earth once was.

"The end of the Earth. It's gone. We were too busy saving ourselves. No one saw it go. All those years, all that history, and no one was even looking. It's just-" he stopped himself.

The Doctor knew just what to do. She gently took his hand. "Come with me."

The both silently held hands as they walked back to the TARDIS. When they were inside, Ross sat on the jumper seat, defeated. The Doctor moved around the console returning them to London. When they landed, the two stepped out into a crowd of people.

"You think it'll last forever, people and cars and concrete, but it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky." The Doctor took a deep breath. She was going to tell him. "My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust before it's time."

"What happened?"

She looked at him with sad eyes. "There was a war, and we lost."

"A war with who?" The Doctor stayed silent. "What about your people," Ross went on.

"I'm a Time Lord… well, Time Lady. I'm the last of the Time Lords. They're all gone. I'm the only survivor. I'm left travelling on my own 'cos there's no one else."

"There's me," Ross told her.

"You've seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home," she asked, waiting for him to confirm her fear.

"I don't know. I want…" he paused, and sniffed the air. "Oh, can you smell chips?"

The Doctor laughed, "Yeah."

"I want chips," he smiled.

"Me, too," she grinned.

"Right then, before you get me back in that box, chips it is! My treat. We've only got five billion years till the shops close."

They grinned at each other before Ross grabbed the Doctor's hand, and led her towards the glorious smell of chips.

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MAN OF HONOR (PART THREE)

Summary: You were dreading a certain wedding you were involved in, desperate to find a suitable date that could pass as your fake boyfriend. Luckily, Bucky Barnes had nothing better to do.

Notes: NSFW (18+), Swearing

Hangovers were never your friend, and the sunlight was only reminding you of it. You remembered very little of the party last night, but you at least know it was spread across all of London. Trying to fight it, your eyes blinked slowly to the sight of your body laying opposite of the headboard - god were you sore. You realized you were on your stomach, feeling the slight discomfort at your chest. Once you had gained some composure, your eyes flickered across the room. You knitted your brow to see the small dresser of clothing now to the floor - and your eyes suddenly grew wide at seeing the rest of the room in complete disarray. Sighing out, you finally managed to bring your body upwards. Swallowing to feel the dryness in your throat - suddenly you wanted to scream. Bucky laid sprawled out on the bed, a small laced material covering below his waist.

“What the hell?” You croaked out, grabbing the nearest pillow to whip at his frame.

A loud groan erupted from the action, and Bucky woke with a pained expression.

“What. The hell. Happened?” You hit him as much as you could, watching him block the blows - he was hungover, but not nearly as much as you.

“Jesus, keep quiet.” Bucky rasped, his blue eyes struggling to open.

“How are you hungover?” You huffed out, finally stopping.

“I’m not a goddamn Alien. It can happen.” Bucky groaned again, rising as you did - his eyes fell to the material covering his core.

“I swear if we had sex-” you choked out, and in honesty you wondered in a split second if it was any good.

“I take it these-” Bucky removed the material and you instantly screwed your eyes shut, “Are yours?”

“Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, covering your chest with the pillow, deciding it was best to bury yourself in it.

“I take it the dresser was our doing.” Bucky laughed lightly, and you instantly flew the pillow to him again.

You suddenly heard a knock, and your eyes grew wide - halting your actions.

“H-honey? You okay in there?”

You heard your mother, clearly she was concerned.

“Teddy, sounded like you died last night. Wanted to check on you”

Now your kid sister.

You slapped your palm to your forehead, Bucky raising his brow in amusement.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Be down in a few minutes.” You called out, taking a deep breath, “Get dressed, and we’re not talking about this.”

You fumbled out of the bed, somewhat shy of your naked skin.

“You’ve got a cute ass.” Bucky laughed behind you, throwing the pillow directly to your backside.

You gave him one last glare, causing him to raise his arms in mock defense - giving him no chance to make another smart remark, you nearly scurried to the bathroom. Once you managed to dress, you emerged to the complete mess of the room again. Bucky had already dressed, and you were somewhat thankful that he wasn’t strolling around naked anymore.

“We have that-“ You stammered, “Dance thing. With my sister today.”

“Right. Dance lessons.” Bucky sighed out, buckling his belt.

“Not that you really need them, do you forties man.” You huffed out, walking to the door - only for Bucky to stop with the metal contraption of his hand.

“You seemed to like that yesterday.” He spoke quietly, and you felt his eyes travel along your dress.

“Yeah well we’re just going to pretend that last night ended, after our-“

“Hot makeout session?” Bucky smirked, removing his hand he let you open the door.

“It was just a kiss.” You choked out, making your way along the house already.

“Oh and last night was, what, Shaking hands?” Bucky practically snickered, and you turned to give him a quick glare.

“Goodie, you’re awake” You sister emerged, forcing you into a hug.

“Good morning.” Bucky’s voice was smug, and his face to match.

“Morning, Hunky.” Your sister grinned, “Good job last night. We heard it across the whole damn house.”

Bucky clearly amused, he laughed out, “Did you now?”

You nearly groaned at the conversation, making your way now down the stairs. You had a couple of hours to ge away from him, and you sure as hell were going to take advantage.

“Meet back here in an hour and a half!” Your sister called out behind you, and you only waved a hand of hearing her.

You took the time to walk along the country side, which is what you did when you felt your life had been a mess - which by the way was often. You wanted to ignore it, you really did, but part of you wondered if you did have sex with him - how did it happen? was it any good? You felt your limbs nearly tingle at the thought, you couldn’t have sex with Bucky - you hardly knew him apart from the other avengers. Your mind somehow drifted back to him in the passing hour, making your walk seem almost pointless. You knew you had to do it, but you felt sick to the thought of returning. Once you neared the house once again, you saw Bucky emerge quickly out of the door. Unable to control your reaction, your mouth dropped to the sight of his now short hair. You stopped in your tracks, wondering why the hell he would do such a thing - and then you saw one of your cousins fumble out of the door.

“I was going for a trim- but I messed it up, so we cut it.” She looked to you in guilt, and Bucky only smiled softly to her.

“Its alright, needed a change.” He assured her, and you remembered how hard she had been working in beauty school.

Bucky was her guinea pig, but God if she only knew just how much it looked good on him. As if you needed another reason to get caught up staring.

Sighing heavily, you took your steps past the door - Bucky following soon after.

“Someone’s being coy.” Bucky whispered out, and you could still hear his smug attitude.

“We, did not. Have sex.” You turned to him, and his blue eyes nearly danced with taking too much joy in this.

“Right. That’s why I found a hickey above my-“

“Shut up, Barnes.” You threw your hand to his mouth, and you felt his grin beneath you fingers.

Silently cursing, you made your way outside again to he back porch onto the already set up dance floor for the wedding - you regretted it now, agreeing to help your sister and her fiancée in dance classes. But nonetheless you agreed long before you decided to come to this damn thing. Now you had to deal with the realization of dancing with Bucky, no matter what happened last night. The dance instructor made his way across the floor, already explaining the importance of the first dance of bride and groom. You winced again, feeling Bucky playfully tickle at your back.

“Cut it out.” You nearly hissed, moving slightly away from him.

He only continued in a grin, and you nearly hit him - until you saw another couple make their way outside. Feeling your chest tighten, there was your ex with his new blonde plaything. She was pretty, much prettier than you you thought. At the sight, you felt Bucky stop - only to pull you slowly to his side.

“Alright, so we’ll start off with some simple steps - pair off.” The man spoke in an accent you weren’t familiar with. The music clicked on, and you nearly scoffed to the music of Michael Buble.

You looked to Bucky, and it only took him seconds to pull you into the perfect frame.

“Oh, you tango too? Full of surprises.” You rolled your eyes, Bucky forcing you closer.

“I did the tango all night with you, sweetheart.“ His lips made it to your ear, sending vibrations at your skin.

“We did not-“ You choked out, already feeling it was an argument to be lost.

“Have sex. Right, I got it.” Bucky grinned, spinning your waist in a quick motion - your back now pressed to his chest.

“This isn’t what the man is saying to do-“ You swallowed out, feeling Bucky’s hands travel along your hips.

“I’m just replaying last night, Darlin.” Bucky chuckled at your ear, spinning you once again - you now noticed Eric’s lingering look to the two of you.

You felt Bucky’s hand turn your look, your eyes now meeting his. He kept your attention in a smile, and as much as you tried to fight it - you felt yourself becoming flush at the expression. Biting back a grin, you felt Bucky throw your arms to the air in unison. You couldn’t contain it much longer, feeling him dance skillfully along your hips and waist - his fingers trailing your arms to place them at his neck.

“Holy shit.”

You heard your sister behind you, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of confidence hit you - he knew exactly how to move you across the dance floor.

“You’re a troublemaker, you know that.” You spoke softly, your hands reaching the now short hair.

“Thinking about him?” Bucky whispered, and you couldn’t hold back your smile.

“Not really.” You shook your head, biting your lip the feeling of Bucky’s hands making their way to your backside.

You saw him grin, pulling your knee just slightly to the side of his waist, “And last night, were you thinking of him then?”

He dipped you, causing your laugh to hit you, “Not really.”

“See look at this my lovely couples, the chemistry is wonderful here. Good work.” The instructor made his way to the side of you and Bucky, and you were more thankful now than anything.

Bucky pulled you upwards again, and you felt your nose brush lightly to his - leaving hardly no room between the two of you. Once you felt the heat of his breath, you knew you were done for - he was quickly becoming something your curiosity got the best of, and the touch of his lips almost addictive. How you never noticed it before was beyond you, but seeing him in front of you now struck a chord you didnt know existed within you. But you couldn’t let yourself get attached, because it always ended. Pulling away, the thoughts hit your body now - letting it catch up with your actions. He looked in confusion, as he should, you pulled abruptly from the touch - as if he held you any longer you’d catch fire.

“We should probably head to breakfast-“ You felt your throat go dry, “Mom probably already has something set up.”

“She does, fruit bar.” Your sister grinned to you, her fiancée awkwardly stumbling the both of them in attempt to dance.

“I guess we should eat than.” Bucky sighed, his eyes traveling you - trying to configure what had changed.

You felt like it wasn’t reality, and you had never been a situation like it. Ever since this morning, and you assume last night - you now couldn’t even look at him. First you were angry, but after his hands had touched you - you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of them knowing their way around your skin. Every time you thought of it, you felt your cheeks grow hot - even your throat went dry. You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, you had never reacted to a man like this before. It was almost awkward, the almost touches - the small conversation the two of you had despite the chatter of the rest of your family. His eyes had never looked so blue, so alluring - and you hated it. You hadn’t realized just how incredibly piercing they could be, and you thought to yourself that if he asked you to do anything - one look and he would get anything he wanted from you. It didnt help that you couldn’t stress eat like you normally did properly, the variation of fruit did nothing for you.You were ready to make an exit, until your eyes met across the table to Eric and his woman you knew nothing about. It hurt like hell, but you thought you had concealed it pretty well. You saw their hands holding firmly at the table, the least he could’ve done was hold it beneath - but no that would be too kind. Bucky clearly took notice of your gaze, and you were surprised to feel his hand place to the back of your neck. Smiling softly, you knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers traced below your ear, as if he had done it a million times before. It caught Eric’s eye, his gaze following every movement of Bucky’s hand.

“So I was going to wait-“ Eric choked out, his eyes flickering away, “But there’s something I’ve been wanting to say.”

You adverted your eyes, dropping the fork that your hands held. You felt your heartbeat quicken, wondering if he was going to say something about you - about the two of you.

“Olivia.” Eric grinned to the blonde, and you felt your heart falter, “I had been planning to do this for a couple of months.”

You knitted your brow, and you could almost hear your breathing now - you noticed Bucky’s touch had now left. You could feel it now, the knife pressing into you back - the harsh feeling of sharp pain in your chest. Eric had gotten to his knee.

“Would you do me the honor-“

Before he could finish, you swallowed out - nearly bolting from your seat. You stood out of breath, unsure of what you had just done - and you saw the glare from your mother.

“Honey, sit down” She practically sneered, “You can’t just interrupt-“

“Like hell I can’t.” You blurted out, “He’s not even part of this family. Oh no excuse me, he almost was. This seems almost like a playback of when you decided to propose to me, Eric. Tell me - you recycle the ring?”

“Teddy-“ Your little sister now piped up, giving you the same look your mother had - her eyes wide with embarrassment.

“I said dont fucking call me that.” You nearly hissed out, anger now bursting at the seams. You hated that you felt it, but tears now fell unable to control the heartbreak that harbored.

“Language.” Your Mother yelled out, and you didnt stay around long enough to hear the rest of her rant.

Your feet took you quickly from the near poisoned environment, and you wished you hadn’t come to this damn thing. The wedding was nearing, but you didnt care - you wanted to go home, because this sure as hell wasn’t it.

You weren’t sure if the boat house was the best place to run to, but events of the day made your feet nearly bolt from the scene. It was likely to happen as soon as you placed yourself in the company or your family, but not it wasn’t just them. In the last hour, you managed to have your heartbroken and stomped on - and it was only in the afternoon. You didn’t care at the cold rain nearly causing you to shiver every five seconds, nor did you give a damn it might ruin your dress for pictures. You were almost content in the small shed, until you heard the footsteps behind you. As you suspected, you turned to see Bucky - his eyes were covered in concern. You took in the sight of him, still baffled that he had chopped off the long locks he once had. Now the short hair was drenched as you were, showing a surprising slight curl.

“Are you alright?” He spoke softly, as if you might blow at any second.

“Why do you care?” You sounded more snarky than you wanted to, but you couldn’t help it.

“I care.” Bucky sighed, his frame now walking to you.

“Whatever, Barnes.” You hated yourself for the sniffle that left you, but the cold rain had already gotten to you.

“I care.” He repeated, his eyes seemed much brighter than before - you hated that he looked so handsome.

“Stop that.” You blurted out, following his eyes looking over you.

“Stop what?” Bucky knitted his brow in confusion, his eyes placing to yours.

“Looking at me like that.” Your voice rose, “I know I look pathetic. But you don’t have to give me sympathy, Bucky. I don’t need it.”

“Christ. All I wanted to do was check on you.” Bucky nearly groaned in frustration, “Excuse me for showing you some concern.”

“You don’t have to.” You blurted out once again, “Its not like you need to care what happens to me.”

Bucky mocked out a laugh, shaking his head to you, “Youre right. I don’t need to. But for some goddamn reason I do. And I can’t fucking help myself.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled, turning away from him.

He only followed, and his eyes met you again.

“You’re stubborn, and a pain in my ass-” Bucky took a deep breath, “But you know what? I hate that asshole for doing that to you. In front of your family. In all honesty? When he had his eyes on you last night, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe because I was just as scared as you were.”

You swallowed harshly, your eyes meeting the now unreadable expression on Bucky’s features.

“It is killing me, seeing you flaunt yourself in your little dresses-” He choked out, quickly deciding he wanted something else to say, “You think I don’t care? Why the hell do you think I agreed to come in the first place? I didn’t do it because I thought it would be fun to go to London. I did it because you asked. You.”

You swallowed again, you felt your heartbeat beginning to quicken at his words. You took him in again, and without thinking about it - your lips met his. He was cold from the rain, but nonetheless soft. You knew you shouldn’t have done it, but all these things he was saying to you - you couldn’t help yourself. It was as if he had been expecting it, his hands moving to grip to your soaked clothing. Instantly feeling the soft touch of his warm tongue, you felt your skin prickle to give him access to control your every movement. It was in this moment you realized it, this kiss was much different than the ones you shared before. It wasn’t out of argument, Or eyes watching the two of you in anticipation. It was him, his touch getting to know you - memorize you.

And that was the most dangerous kind of kiss. It only deepened in the heat of the moment, but it was no where near rushed. The taste he held at his mouth was just what you needed, the feeling of the two of you getting lost with each touch made your mind begin to drift far from everything that had gone on today. Taking a gasp for breath, you pulled away to see the blue eyes you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

“Let me help you.” Bucky near whispered, and you felt the heat of his breath to you - sending a tingling sensation damn near to your feet.

You smiled only for a moment, still feeling the soreness of your tears, “And how do you plan on doing that?”

He only let out a soft laugh, his eyes traveling across yours - you felt the presence of his cold hand to your jaw, tracing along the skin. The touch was beyond gentle, and you told yourself that it was the best feeling in the world. No one had ever been so captured by you, yet here he was looking at you the way he was - he knew what he wanted.

“Hop up.” He smirked, his hands wrapping to the small of your back.

You knitted your brow, “What?”

“I won’t let you go.” Bucky smiled, his lips meeting you again. The touch was still soft, his lips now going much slower to memorize the taste that lingered between the two of you. You moved up slowly, and as promised - his hands held you with ease, and you noticed he carried you into the air. You felt the nudge of a surface now to your back, and you began to feel lightheaded from the breathing now leaving you. You pulled away this time, seeing his blue eyes opening slowly - his lips were slightly wet, almost red.

“What are we doing?” You whispered out, searching his expression for an answer.

You felt yourself being placed to the nearest counter in the shed, and you looked only for a moment to see the boat house door still open.

“Im helping you-“ Bucky smiled, his hands reaching the buttons of his shirt, “I’m helping you forget.”

You swallowed, beginning to see the slightest view of his bare chest, “Forget what?”

“What he did to you, He doesn’t deserve you.” Bucky smiled softly again, now taking the shirt to the floor.

You took it in, feeling your heart thud violently to your chest. He looked good, and you knew that this could end badly - but you wanted him.

“That so?” You bit your lip, watching his hands move to his belt.

“Am I going to be the only one, doll?” Bucky laughed softly, nodding to your shirt.

You could only chuckle, placing your hands to the hem of your dress. You couldn’t believe it - but you were now taking your clothes off in the damn boat house. Bucky grinned to you before moving his lips back to your skin, You swallowed out suddenly feeling his lips now to the sensitive spot just below your ear. You swore in that moment your lungs had given out, his metal hand holding the side of your neck gently to give him just the right access. You couldn’t help the small sound that escaped you, now feeling the contact of his abdomen hit to your waist. You wondered if the surface was sturdy enough, only for Bucky to test it out for himself. His hands moved you slowly to lay to the wood beneath you, and you watched in anticipation when his hands touched the laced outline of your panties - self consciousness now rippling through you, out of habit you placed your hands above the fabric. Bucky stopped, looking to you in a mixture of concern and confusion.

“Do you not want to do this?” He spoke softly, assuring you with the touch of his fingers that it was going to be okay.

You bit at your lip, the nervousness made you wonder if you should tell him.

“Its just-“ You choked out, swallowing your words, “Ive never had, a guy-“

You struggled, feeling the embarrassment rise within you - you had never had a man go below the belt unless it was the run of the mill sex.

“You’ve never had a man downstairs.” Bucky nearly laughed, you and shifted under his touch - he quickly stopped, seeing that you were clearly embarrassed.

“Its just- Eric.” You sighed out, blinking away from Bucky’s eyes, “He always saw it as-…inconvenient.”

Bucky changed his expression now to astonishment, “Are you joking?”

“Come on, No.” You shifted again, about to move upwards again - the moment now passing.

“Whoa, hey.” Bucky stopped you, bringing your back gently to the surface again, “Trust me, he’s no man. he’s a goddamn idiot.”

You half smiled, hearing Bucky’s encouragement.

“Do you want me to?” He spoke much quieter, his hands tracing soft circles just above the fabric. You had always wondered what it felt like, so you only nodded slowly to him. His mouth turned to a grin, and you closed your eyes to the feeling of him finally pulling away the fabric. You winced lightly, the cold air hitting directly in between your legs. You felt the new sensation of the lips you had just been kissing moments ago, and you sighed at the touch. His lips pressed softly to the skin of your hips, moving slowly to make his mark - his hands never letting you go. You only did what you thought was appropriate, your hands reaching to the soft wet strands of hair below you. Clearly he enjoyed it, causing confidence to rise in you - he hummed softly, now moving to the other side. You swallowed out, feeling the need for his mouth to go just a little further grow with every touch. It felt like eternity, his lips tracing along your waist - his hands ghosting over the top of your thighs, caressing the soft circles of encouragement every so often. You sighed out much more audibly for the second time, feeling the sensation of his breath to your core - and you knew you weren’t going to last long if you were already melting to the feeling. When he finally pressed his lips, you felt your hips move upwards - and your eyes shot open. It was unexplainable, and your sounds were damn near incoherent - his lips wrapped around the sensitive area, his tongue moving down every few seconds to slowly move for a taste. It hurt, but your head hit the surface now - and you couldn’t help but shift every few seconds. You saw your chest move quickly, and you realized now that your hands had tugged much more harder than before. In a moment of weakness, the soft moan escaping, you looked down to where his head was placed - directly between your legs. As if he knew, his eyes flickered to meet you - fluttering closed as if he was enjoying it much more than you did, if that was even possible. You nearly whimpered, feeling the low humming vibration hit you - and with the last touch of his tongue, you felt yourself beginning to coil. His hands moved quickly, holding you still in place to get the last of everything you had - and it erupted across your skin, rippling into an orgasm you weren’t familiar with. Once it had settled, you found yourself breathing yourself back to the surface below you.

“H-holy shit.” You breathed out, opening your eyes once again.

Bucky pulled away, and you saw the slight aftermath to his lips. You swallowed out, watching him lick his lips to taste.

“You taste sweet.” He teased, and you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“I just-“ You shook your head in a unrelenting grin, “That was amazing.”

“For me too.” Bucky moved to hover over you, and you saw exactly how it affected him. You bit your lip at the sight, now seeing him stand to attention from pleasuring you.

“I can see that.” You teased back, causing him to laugh in his quick kiss to you.

You took him in again, his eyes trailing across your features - falling to your lips, and back to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered out, his fingers now trailing to your lips, “So soft.”

“You too.” You smirked, matching his touch to his jaw.

Bucky laughed out, nodding to his metal arm, “Not all of me.”

“You’re joking right?” You grinned widely, running your hands across the metal, “I love this.”

“You do?” Bucky knitted his brow, watching your hands trail the metal.

“Of course I do.” You smiled, pulling the back of his neck now to another kiss.

He smiled down to you, and you saw his eyes move along your skin again. He waited only a moment, his lips trailing at your jaw along the way to the spot at your ear. You took the signal, positioning yourself just to give him access. Your hands moved to the back of his shoulders, and you sighed out to the feeling of the muscles beginning to move. You felt the low hum again, this time at your ear - and you swore it was your own piece of heaven. His hands trailed to the back of your knee, and he began to move enough to position. Once your hand had reached the now short hair, you tapped lightly to give him the go ahead. It was slow, as if he was trying not to break you - but god no man had ever felt as good as he did. He moved until he was completely inside you, leaving no more emptiness left - you felt the air in your lungs give out, and he waited until you felt adjusted to his size. Soon the incredible fullness now replaced with the feeling of needing him to move. You tapped him lightly again, pressing your lips at where metal met skin. The thrusts were still slow, and your body appreciated it - until you felt it. He hit the spot you had been aching for, and you nearly cried out - your hands gripping to whatever they could find.

“Bucky-“ You choked out, your head falling back to the surface again.

You weren’t expecting it, but his eyes were staying on you - completely open and taken back at the sight of you below him. You couldn’t help it, but his name now repeated as some kind of mantra between the incoherent noise his thrusts were giving you. He took notice of the need, his pace quickening - the surface now jarring with each thrust to the floor. You had captured it in your mind, watching his lips slightly part - his eyes closing to focus himself on getting you to the point you needed. It didnt take long, and you hated yourself for the harsh action of your nails to the skin of his back - but Bucky only groaned out, telling you without words it felt good. Your body jolted upwards, feeling the second high washing over you - you sighed out in a moan again, and his lips now hovered at your ear. As he promised, his hands never left your back - holding you until the very last moment. He quickly followed, removing himself at just the right point to still above you. You fell back, hearing the echoing ragged breathing of the two of you. You heard the soft patter of the rain now in the background, which only made your body relax below him. You opened your eyes again, seeing Bucky smiling above you.

“You look incredible when you unhinge like that.” He breathed out, his hand reaching your jaw.

“So do you.” You laughed lightly, running your hands along his bare chest.

“I hope they heard.” Bucky winked, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Well i’m sure they heard you.” You teased out, poking softly above his waist.

“I dont care, as long as they at least heard- Bucky.” He nearly mocked what you had been saying over and over just moments ago, and you hit him playfully.

“Thank you.” You whispered finally, your hands finding his chest again.

“Are you okay-“ Bucky looked to you in concern, “I wasn’t too-“

“You were perfect.” You smiled, finally leaning your body upwards - his body following you.

“I have a feeling this trip got a lot more fun, darlin.” Bucky grinned widely, “I say we give them hell.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” You raised a brow, beginning to look for your dress.

Bucky leaned down, picking up his clothing as you did.

“I have a few ideas.” He grinned, beginning to dress.

“Im in.” You bit back your grin, “Thank you, again.”

Bucky sighed out, buttoning his jeans - he moved to you. It wasn’t a response - his lips finding you again. It was more like a statement, and just as you suspected - he was soft in his touch.

“Anything for you.” His lips moved just enough to speak, and you felt a new flutter in your chest.

But something struck you as you watched him move away in a smile, you thought back to Eric - you had been down this road before.

Nice, and charming.

But it wasn’t going to be long before it was going to be ripped from you, which is when you realized as you watched Bucky dress once again - how could you bare getting your heartbroken..by him?

How important is Misha in Jensen's social circle?

Another fan and I were talking about the nuts that J2 had to deal with at Chicon during their main panel.  They dispatched the first nut with the Castiel Winchester question hilariously.  But the one that came after her, was way more rude to them and even got defensive.  She snapped at Jared for not understanding her dumb question.  Like, who the fuck are you?  The conversation segued as conversations notoriously do, into problematic Misha fans and Misha's part in the troublemaking.  The person, that I was talking to, said this:

''Yeah, I wanted to reach thru the screen and throttle that cosplayer. As for Misha, they've all maintained that they're friends, so I'm not going to disbelieve them... but I do agree that he should take a stand with J2 when this shit happens....''

I completely agree on all points.  The focal point in this statement, however, has to do with friendship.  If they say that they are all friends, then we should respect that.  However, there are reason I cannot completely buy that J2 are friends with Misha.  I also think the definition of the word ''friend'' should be determined.  What does Jensen mean by friend?  I am going to use Jensen for this one, because he is the center of hellerminion focus.  Plus, I have to admit, it is fun putting together this Jensen-oriented jigsaw puzzle.  First, Jensen uses the word ''friend'' a lot.  More specifically, he uses the word ''buddy'' a lot.  As far as friendships go, I think he is cordial with everyone.  If he doesn't like someone, it shows.  Case in point, Jessica Alba, although she apologized to him years later [or so the rumor goes].  He is a popular person due to his comely demeanor.  He is also informal and not snobbish about how he interacts with people he works with.  Like Jared, he doesn't have leading man ego.  So he uses words like friend or buddy offhandedly.  Does it mean that he has a hundred friends?  No, I don't think that is emotionally sustainable.  People cant psychologically branch out that much. 

Every person has four social groups.  Lets see which social group Misha fits into.

Primary

A primary group is a small group where people have an emotional attachment to others.  They want to spend time together.  They may have shared personal culture, for example doing things a particular way that is comfortable only to them, even though others don't ''get it''.  The most telling thing about this group, is that they spend time with each other, because they want to, not because they have to.  So, your bitchy aunt from Alabama, whom you despise, probably wont be in this group. 

Jensen's close relatives and children would fall into this category.  I would assume that Jared most likely fits into this category, because he and Jensen are neighbors and co-workers even though nobody forced them.  J2 have a way of sitting during cons.  They end every main panel with a fist bump.  They both grow beards during hiatus.  These are habits they developed over years.  There may be others that I am not aware of.  Does Misha fit into this group?  No, Jensen doesn't have any social interaction with Misha unless work is involved.  Of course, someone will mention the chilli eating debacle at a Chicago restaurant.  Yes, that was during one of the chicon of past years.  They didn't have a social engagement.  They just looked for a place to eat tacos, and Misha tagged along.  Of course, Jenmisheel fans will deny that instead of using logic. 

In-group

In-groups are groups where an individual feels that they belong because of shared principles or interests.  These are presumably the guys you like to hang out with because they ''get'' you.  You don't have to spend time with them.  You like to, so you make time.  And you don't fall apart when these friends move away, because you don't have any emotional attachment to them like you do with the primary group. 

For Jensen, this is a small collection of people that he has something in common with.  Jason Manns, Christian Kane and Steve Carlson are the ones that we are aware of.  They know each other since they were too young to drink beer [as one of them had tweeted out].  They have a clique.  Although most of their time is occupied by ''adulting'', they make time for each other.  Tom Welling and Michael Rosenbaum don't fall into this category.  Jensen usually bumps into these two on the red carpet.  He doesn't make time for them.  Does it mean that he hates them?  No, he refers to them as his ''buddies''.  But if he doesn't see them for a few months, he is not going to flip out.  They fit into another category.

Does Misha fit into this category?  No, Jensen and Misha don't have anything in common other than Supernatural, and even then Misha is barely working while Jensen works all the time.  Jensen likes sports, music and the cinematic craft of story-telling.  Misha likes woodwork and confessed to not having any knack or desire for acting.  So no, Misha is not part of Jensen's in-group.  There would be nothing keeping that friendship going.  Jared might fit into this category.  Now that SPN is ending, we will see if Jensen and Jared spend time with each other regularly or only during holidays, once a year.  Will Jared become one more of Jensen's buddies that he has to take out time to see?

Secondary

This group comes together for a specific purpose or goal.  Once they complete their tasks, the group dissipates.  The purpose or goal might include charitable causes and work-related activities.  In other words, during normal circumstances, these people wont seek each other's company.  They need each other for specific reasons.  Presumably, this is a big group.  The people in this group will generally ''get along'' because that task is what they have in common and they respect each other's efforts regarding said task.  Or they may just put up with each other. 

Every single person Jensen works with, from his manager, to the cast and crew of SPN, to the alumni that they work with during conventions, all fall into this category.  If it were not for work, these people would never hang out with each other, let alone Jensen.  Jensen is cordial with them.  He doesn't burn bridges with previous co-workers, so Tom and Mike [his Smallville co-stars] will fit into this category.  That is why he refers to these friendships as life long.  Unless, they truly piss him off, he has no reason to sever ties with them.  After all, he might have to work with them in the future. 

These are the people Jensen may offhandedly call his buddies.  Misha is in this category.  That is why Jensen and Jared refer to him as a friend.  He is not an enemy.  J2's ignorance and overall gullibility might have something to do that.  They have quite a few leeches in their circle.  But he is not someone they miss or seek out.  He is a work buddy.  Also, you have to factor in J2's professionalism.  If they get abrasive with a co-star, the workplace environment [where they spend most of their time] will become toxic and it will be their fault. 

Out-group

These are people you don't want to be anywhere near.  Essentially, it is the opposite of an in-group.  The day Jensen and Jared learn about Misha, he will be in this group.  Although, the way our resident savages have been shading Misha recently makes me wonder if they have already become wiser and put the bulgy eyed overlord into this category.  I wont be surprised if this is the truth.

https://courses.lumenlearning.com/boundless-sociology/chapter/types-of-social-groups/

Faking It || Chapter Two (SPxOC)

Title: Faking It

Rated: T | Warnings: cliches abound, language, possible future violence.

Words: 7235

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC

Summary: “A fake kiss. A Contract. And a mutual want to piss off Reggie Mantle. That’s all it was supposed to be. Rosie and Sweet Pea never meant to fall in love in the process.”

AN: This is twice as long as it was supposed to be and I hope you enjoy it. This was loosely inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before and @starryeyedauthor encouraging me to write this monster, so here it is!

Canon has been ignored. Midge is alive. The Black Hood wasn’t Hal. Reggie, Sweet Pea, and Cheryl are all Seniors at Riverdale. idk a Riverdale S3. This chapter has some exposition, some foreshadowing, and some Cheryl! The fake dating starts... soonish.

Chapter One

So far, Rosie’s been able to make it halfway through third period without any probing questions from her friends. It’s sheer luck that they’ve gone this long without bombarding her, none of them had first period together and Rosie was lucky enough to have a free period after that, allowing her to hide out in the Blue and Gold office after mumbling a rambling excuse to Betty, who either hadn’t heard about the events of that morning or simply didn’t care about them. Either way, Rosie spent nearly an hour tucked away in the corner reading for her AP English class later in the afternoon, ignoring the multitude of text messages she was getting from Sophie and a few others.

Her luck, of course, ran out by her third period history class, which she shares with both Sophie and Piper. They’ve kept quiet so far, sending her looks out of the corner of their eyes as they listen to Mr. Michaels drone on about the syllabus and something about Russian architecture, but Rosie stopped listening over ten minutes ago. Not only is Mr. Michaels an absolute bore, it’s also hard to concentrate on anything with Sophie openly staring at her, barely blinking in a way that looks more than a little bit uncomfortable.

Surprisingly, it’s Piper that breaks first.

The dark-skinned girl sighs heavily as she slaps her notebook down on the circular table in the back they’d managed to score, her lips pursed as she stares at Rosie. The sudden noise draws a few curious gazes from the younger students in the course, a pair of Sophomores openly looking at their table, but most of the Seniors are already checked out, playing on their phones or taking amongst one another.

Mr. Michaels doesn’t notice anything, pushing seventy and half-deaf to the world.

Piper sends the Sophomores a frosty look, making them snap back around quickly. “So are you going to explain what that was or…” Piper trails off quickly, but it isn’t a question. The look Piper sends her is expectant and only a few ticks short of outright demanding, and Rosie knows without a doubt that the only reason she’s remanded silent this long is because Piper let her.

Rosie clears her throat softly, keeping a pointed gaze on the front of the room, knowing that if she looks Piper in the eyes she’ll definitely crack under the pressure. “Nope,” she replies just as quickly, giving a half-hearted shrug, “I’m just going to ignore it until it goes away.”

Sophie snorts so loudly that even Mr. Michaels pauses in his ranting for a moment, unsure if he’s really heard something or not before continuing on, saying something about Egyptian Mythology which makes Rosie wonder what this class is even supposed to be about.

“Goes away?” Sophie openly snickers as she echoes Rosie, making her finally force her gaze away from the front with a disgruntled frown. “Girl, you made out with a Serpent in the middle of the hallway, that’s not going away!” She shakes her head, short blonde hair fluttering around her chin. “I mean did you see Reggie’s face—well, of course you didn’t considering your face was occupied—but he was pissed!” Sophie informs her, bracing her forearms on the table as she leans forward, ignoring the probing stares around them as she looks at Rosie with the most serious look she’s ever seen.

Piper nods along in agreement, biting her lower look briefly. “The Bulldogs aren’t going to be happy about this,” she tacks on, tapping her pencil absentmindedly against her notebook, “especially after that scandal with Midge and Fogarty last semester.” Piper’s nose wrinkles as she says it, Rosie grimacing as well.

That situation was bad for a number of reasons, and it could have been so much worse if the cops hadn’t have found Midge.

“Yeah, but Rosie didn’t cheat on Reggie,” Sophie snips back, brows narrowing slightly as she glances between Piper and Rosie.

Piper, however, shakes her head slowly. “She might as well have with the way Reggie was looking at her.” Again, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying the flesh as she glances up at the clock.

“Well, Reggie can go fuck himself in the—”

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Rosie asks sharply, cutting off Sophie.

A sick feeling curls in Rosie’s gut, all of her satisfaction and anger from this morning twisting into something like anxiety in her chest. She hadn’t been thinking when she kissed Sweet Pea, especially not of the way the rest of the student body would react to it, but already she’s beginning to regret her decision, even if it had felt pretty good at the time.

Tensions between the North and Southside of Riverdale have been high ever since the Black Hood Fiasco last semester, and it certainly didn’t get any better after the fallout with Midge.

Piper and Sophie both fall silent, the pitchy note in Rosie’s voice throwing them off. Rosie wrings her hands together, again going back to looking at the front as she avoids her friends’ stares, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. It’s not that she’s afraid of the way other people are going to react to what happened, she’s just never liked being part of Riverdale’s abundant drama, preferring to leave that to the Veronica Lodges and Cheryl Blossoms of the school.

And this? This is definitely going to cause drama.

“Personally, I think it’s an upgrade,” Piper blurts out suddenly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms as she sends Rosie her best smile. Both Rosie and Sophie glance over at her, Piper shrugging at them in response. “I mean, yeah, Reggie’s cute and all, but his personality is… lacking. I mean, you could do a lot worse than a Serpent.”

“Yeah!” Sophie agrees quickly and just a little bit too loudly. “Sweet Pea is hot!” A few people stare in response to her exclamation, but she only shoots them the middle finger, too busy smiling at Rosie to pay them any real mind.

Rosie’s frown only deepens, her brows narrowing slightly. “You’re a lesbian, Sophie,” she reminds the other girl. Her lips quirks up at the edges, a small smile pulling at her, but she fights it back, not wanting to give her friends the satisfaction of winning.

Sophie snorts, waving her off. “Yeah, and I have eyes.” She drops her head down slightly, resting her chin in her hand. “I don’t have to be attracted to him to know that he’s not hideous, Rosalie. Speaking completely objectively, the guy is a total smoke show!”

Immediately, Piper begins nodding along in agreement, her eyes on Sophie as the two continue to talk as if Rosie isn’t sitting right next to them. “Plus he has that whole bad boy, troublemaker thing going on,” she comments, wiggling her brows teasingly. “We just love a good leather jacket over a flannel combination. And he’s so tall!”

“Yeah,” Sophie drawls back seriously, deep in thought as she stares back at Piper. “Rose has always had a thing for bad boys,” she agrees with Piper easily, causing Rosie to choke slightly on her spit.

She sends her friends a pointed look, frowning at them as her eyes narrow just a tick, more in annoyance than anything else. “I’m sitting right here,” she reminds them, glancing away briefly to make sure Mr. Michaels hasn’t noticed them talking. Not that he really notices much of anything, content to simply listen to himself talk.

Piper waves her off with a flick of her wrist. “We’re aware,” she says flippantly, a teasing smile pulling at her lips as she pulls her sweater tighter around herself, pushing her notebook away as she leans in towards Sophie, ready to continue gossiping.

Rosie rolls her eyes good-naturedly, a half-smile pulling at her lips. She knows what game they’re playing, trying to distract her from what will inevitably come later in the afternoon, and she appreciates it, she does, but she wishes it wasn’t at her own expense.

“We should have seen this coming,” Piper continues a moment later, holding back a laugh at the face Rosie pulls, her eyes rolling at the implication. Rosie wishes she could say they’re wrong, but she’s about eighty-six percent sure that she does indeed have a thing for bad boys, even if she’d be loath to admit it out loud.

Sophie nods along, snorting softly. “I’m surprised she didn’t dump Reggie’s dumb ass as soon as the Serpents walked in last semester.” That certainly would have saved her some trouble in the long run, but frankly she’s insulted by the implication that her mind could be so easily swayed by a ridiculously tall, attractive bad boy in a leather jacket.

She’d like to think she’s more resolute than that.

“You guys are the worst,” Rosie informs them deadpan, not even half-serious as they continue to prattle on about the non-existent tension going on between her and Sweet Pea. She kissed him once to make sure her asshole ex-boyfriend didn’t try to talk to her. It doesn’t mean anything.

Piper and Sophie scoff at exactly the same time, looking unimpressed with her comments. “Bitch, you love us,” Sophie reminds her, sending her a wink and a smile that’s all teeth as she plays with the sleeves of her flannel.

“I know,” Rosie replies quickly, finally allowing herself to smile at her friends’ ridiculousness, knowing they have the best of intentions. As exasperating as they can be, she wouldn’t change a single thing about either of them.

Piper giggles softly, clasping her hands in front of her as she smiles at Rosie, her entire face lighting up. “Look,” she begins, just a little bit softer than before, “all we’re trying to say is that if there’s something going on between you and tall, badass, and sexy, we support you. Always.” She reaches across the table a moment later, placing one hand over Rosie’s and giving a gentle squeeze that’s more reassuring than her words.

Rosie snorts softly, shaking her head in exasperation. “Well that’s not something you have to worry about,” she promises the two of them, glancing away from Piper to look at Sophie, who stares back at her in obvious disbelief, “because there’s nothing going on between me and Sweet Pea. And there probably never will,” she finishes, tacking on the last part with finality. They hardly know each other at all, and it’s not like this is going to magically bring them closer together. That’s not something that happens in real life.

“Nothing?” Sophie deadpans in return, still looking at Rosie as if she doesn’t quite believe her. She crosses her arms, quirking a brow as she continues to stare at Rosie

Piper, on the other hand, almost looks disappointed at Rosie’s words, despite usually being the practical one. The look disappears in an instant, replaced with something more sly and teasing. “Not even a little something?” she jokes, squeezing Rosie’s hand one more time before releasing her entirely, amusement clear in her eyes.

“None at all,” Rosie promises, crossing her own arms in return. She turns back to the front, clicking her pen to begin jotting down the few notes written on the board, almost wishing she had been paying attention to the lecture, though admittedly it wouldn’t have been nearly as interesting as her friends’ banter.

Sophie doesn’t bother to hide her smirk at all. “Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts,” she crows at Rosie, practically cackling under her breath when Rosie’s head snaps back around in confusion, her eyes wide.

Rosie barely sputters out a, “what does that mean?” trying not to make too much noise. Most of the class has gone back to ignoring them, familiar with their antics and more interested in their phones, but that same pair of Sophomores from before is still eyeing them with interest, leaning closer to try to hear what they’re saying.

Sophie raises a challenging brow in return, leaning across the table to speak to Rosie in a voice that isn’t quite as quiet as it probably should be. “It means you tried to shove your tongue down a guy’s throat on a whim,” she says, speaking slowly so that both Rosie and Piper can hear her closely, “and he watched you walk away like he wanted to. Eat. You. Up.” She puts special emphasis on each word as she finishes, smirk only growing larger with each pause. “And by ‘eat you’, I one hundred percent mean that he probably wants to—”

“I know what you mean, Sophie, thank you.”

Piper rolls her eyes, barely able to force back her smile at Sophie’s crude nature. While it’s something the two usually don’t agree on, Piper seems to have to qualms with Sophie’s bluntness in this situation. “What Sophie is trying to say is that if you like him, go for it.” The look in Piper’s eyes says a lot more than her words. There’s acceptance there, and something that can’t be put into words. Like Rosie shouldn’t hold back because of Reggie. Like she’s better than that.

Sophie nods once in agreement just before the bell rings. “Get some, Girl!” she practically sings, reaching out to slap Rosie on the back.

By the time lunch rolls around, Rosie is fed up with the looks she’s been getting from the rest of the student body. While most of the underclassmen don’t appear to care one way or another what’s happening in her personal life, the Junior and Senior classes have been sending her looks all day, being more involved in the drama between north and south that the younger students.

Plenty of the Northside students she grew up with have been sending her borderline nasty looks all morning. Knowing that she dated Reggie previously already put her in a bad place when it came to people expecting her to act a certain way, but news travels fast through a school with nothing better to do, and after everything that happened last semester, most people aren’t keen on seeing anymore Northside girls hookup with Southsiders, and especially not Serpents, at that.

What happened between Midge and Fangs was a messy situation, and Rosie only knows what she’s heard from Reggie and Moose, not seeing much of Midge since summer break started, and even then she can’t be sure how much of it is true. The night of the spring musical opening, apparently Midge ended up disappearing, off on a bad Jingle Jangle bender that left her missing for nearly three days until she was found in Greendale with no memory of how she got there.

Fangs ended up taking the fall for it, the cops dragging him in on a suspected murder charge with little more evidence than a shaky video and a pocket knife, but it was enough to have half of Riverdale rioting. It was enough to get Fangs shot.

Rosie hadn’t gone down to the riots, not wanting to be involved in something that violent aimed at someone her age, and after learning what happened that night she’s glad she stayed home with her sisters.

Midge, at least, ended up being okay. As far as Rosie knows, she’s gotten clean and worked things out with Moose, judging by how close they were this morning when she saw them in the hallway. Rosie wouldn’t call the two of them friends, mostly knowing each other through their boyfriends, but she never thought of Midge as being a bad person for the drugs.

Everyone has a vice; some are just worse than others.

Ever since then, the tension has only been worse between the two sides of Riverdale. There was more fighting in school towards the end of the semester and Reggie made himself very clear about where he stood when it came to matters of the Southside. The hostile looks she’s been getting from the Bulldogs’ is expected and annoying, but nothing she can’t handle.

What’s been more surprising is the looks she’s gotten from the Serpents she’s come across, which have been more curious than anything else, much to her own confusion.

Rosie shakes her head, hoisting her bag higher up on her shoulder as she continues down the hallway, heeled boots clicking across the floor as she heads for the doors leading outside, intent on finding Piper and Sophie again.

She’s almost at the doors when a familiar sound reaches her ears, heels clicking across the floor echoing behind her. “Rosalie!” an equally familiar voice calls out behind her, presence commanding and making her freeze just a few feet away from the door.

“Fuck,” Rosie curses without meaning to, voice louder than expected. Plastering a wide grin onto her face, Rosie twists around on her heel, hoping her smile isn’t as strained as it feels. “Hi, Cheryl!”  she greets the other redhead, gripping the strap of her bag just a little bit too tight. “How are you on this fine day?” The question comes out more sarcastic than she means it to, and Rosie nearly grimaces after opening her mouth. At this point she’s more wound up than expected, but she shouldn’t be taking that out on Cheryl, who’s always been civil to her, if not openly friendly.

Cheryl, however, seems unconcerned with her snappish tone, merely blinking once before a tight smile pulls at her red lips. It isn’t an unkind look by any means, but it does put Rosie on edge, knowing she probably won’t like wherever this conversation ends up going. Cheryl crosses her arms over her chest after delicately brushing her hair over one shoulder, eyeing Rosie with just a hint of amusement. “A little birdie told me something interesting this morning,” Cheryl informs her, head tilting slightly to one side as she continues to stare at Rosie.

She already doesn’t like where this is going.

Rosie pulls a face at Cheryl’s trilling voice, fighting the urge to roll her eyes in exasperation. “Wow,” Rosie drawls back sarcastically, voice as dry as it ever has been. She snorts softly as she shakes her head. “Can’t imagine what that could possibly be,” she mumbles under her breath as Cheryl crosses the short distance between them, brushing right by Rosie and heading towards the doors, beckoning her to follow.

Cheryl continues on as if Rosie hadn’t said a word, her heels clicking across the floor as she leads Rosie over to the double doors leading outside. “I honestly do not know what it is about Vixens and Serpents,” she grumbles, sounding just the slightest bit fond. She doesn’t look at Rosie as she shoves open the doors leading to the quad, and for a half second Rosie thinks she might be talking to herself. Cheryl’s tongue clicks softly as she shakes her head. “But if you and Sweet Potato are going to make a spectacle of yourselves—”

“Not a Vixen,” Rosie reminds her quickly, quickening her steps to keep pace with the taller girl. Cheryl just keeps on ignoring her, not slowing for a second as she heads to the cheerleaders’ table, still speaking, though Rosie has since tuned her out. “And there’s absolutely nothing going on between me and a Sweet Pea,” she promises the other girl, though the words ring a bit hollow even to Rosie, Piper and Sophie’s words from earlier getting to her slightly.

Again, Cheryl tosses her hair over her shoulder, pursing her lips just the slightest as she stops about ten feet from the table, the rest of the River Vixens glancing over at the curiously as Cheryl turns to face Rosie directly. Her brows narrow a tick, a hard look in her eyes that softens just the slightest when she meets Rosie’s gaze. “I only came to tell you that if that barbaric oaf does anything to hurt you—”

Rosie cuts her off quickly, sending Cheryl a blank look. “You’re not listening to a word I’m saying are you?” she asks, not expecting any form of acknowledgment from the other girl.

“—the other Vixens, as well as moi, will make sure he regrets it.” While she wouldn’t call Cheryl her friend in a traditional sense, the two have always looked out for one another ever since their Freshman year, which is what Cheryl appears to be doing now, for some reason Rosie isn’t entirely sure of.

Cheryl clasps her hands together in front of her, sending Rosie a smile that’s sincere and also a tad dangerous, as if daring Rosie to say anything to the contrary. She only made out half of what the other girl said, and Rosie thinks she might be jumping the gun just a little bit, but she does mean well.

“Again,” Rosie starts slowly, offering Cheryl a slightly confused smile, “not a Vixen, Cheryl.” She never has been one, for that matter, but Cheryl has almost always referred to her as such, much to Rosie’s immense confusion. The River Vixens have always been a fairly private group, after all. “And there’s nothing going on between me and Sweet Pea,” she repeats, sighing softly to herself.

Cheryl waves her off with a flick of her wrist. “An honorary Vixen then,” she corrects herself, ignoring Rosie’s second point entirely. Rosie considers arguing with her, but decides it simply isn’t worth it. Cheryl’s only going to believe what she wants. Instead, she nods in response, causing Cheryl’s slight smile to grow before it drops just as quickly. “We missed you last year,” she says suddenly, making Rosie tense in surprise. “Do you think you might come back?”

A familiar chill settles in Rosie’s chest as she instinctively shifts her weight to her right side, breath catching in her throat. Rosie lowers her gaze, jaw clenching tightly as she squeezes her eyes shut tightly for just a moment, trying to ignore the screeching metal on metal sound echoing in her head. “I don’t know, Cheryl,” she replies softly, forcing her voice to remain even.

Cheryl simply nods at the clipped response, not taking it personally. “Remember what I said, Rosalie.”

Rosie considers asking which part, but decides not to. “I will,” she says instead, sending Cheryl a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. The other girl gives a sharp nod, turning on her heel to stalk over to the Vixen’s table. “Hey, Cheryl?” Rosie calls after her before she can get far, prompting her to glance over her shoulder. “My sister and her friends are going to try out for the Vixens this year. Try not to be too hard on them.”

There’s an amused flicker in Cheryl’s gaze. “We’ll see.”

The end of the school day is practically a blessing. After a day full of stares and awkward pep talks, Rosie wants nothing more than to go home and forget today ever happened. With everything that goes on in Riverdale, her little spectacle this morning should blow over by the end of the week, if not sooner. Considering the Peanut Gallery that is this years Junior class, Rosie wouldn’t be surprised if everyone forgot about her stunt by tomorrow morning.

Rosie riffles through her bag as she walks with Piper and Sophie towards the front doors, avoiding the Freshmen loitering in the halls. Sophie is in the middle of telling some story from her last period gym class, but Rosie stopped listening as soon as she started talking about whatever girl of the week she’s in love with. 

“Shit,” she swears suddenly, stopping in her tracks and cutting off Sophie accidentally, drawing both her attention and Piper’s.

“What?” Piper asks, quirking a brow as she glances at Rosie, who shakes her head in response.

She sends her friends a quick smile, waving off their concerned looks. “It’s nothing,” she promises, hoisting her bag higher on her shoulder as she turns to head back down the hallway, careful to avoid the wandering steps of a pair of younger boys. “I just forgot one of my books in my locker.”

Piper nods in understanding, but Sophie frowns, crossing her arms and cocking her hip, looking both confused and unimpressed. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” she asks, glancing between the other two.

“AP,” Rosie replies quickly, not needing to say anything else. Piper is taking the same class as she is and simply exchanges a solemn look with Rosie while Sophie blanches, looking almost disturbed as she realizes what that means.

Slowly, Piper takes a step towards Rosie, a slight frown pulling at her lips. “Want us to come with you?” she asks, an edge to the words that Rosie doesn’t really understand.

“No,” she replies quickly, sending the two of them a small smile. “It’s fine. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” she promises. Piper and Sophie both nod, though Sophie looks like she might say something as well until Piper reaches out and grabs her by the hand, gently pulling her towards the doors as they both call out their goodbyes before being swallowed up in the crowd.

Rosie sighs as she heads back to her locker, the halls already beginning to empty despite how early it is. While sports’ practice will be starting soon, no other extracurriculars have started yet, leaving most of the student body eager to go home after a long first day back, which she can’t blame them for.

By the time she’s grabbed her book from her locker and shoved it into her bag, the hallway is completely empty, until suddenly it’s not.

Rosie has her head half-buried in her locker when she feels more so than hears someone come up behind her, a hand brushing against her side teasingly. Rolling her eyes, Rosie opens her mouth to tell Sophie to stop trying to scare her, because it isn’t funny, but she’s cut off by a familiar voice against her ear. “Didn’t peg you as someone to slum it with Serpent scum, Rosalie.”

She jerks back, immediately slamming her locker shut so hard that the sound echoes in the hallway. Rosie clenches her jaw, squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment before they snap open again. “I didn’t peg you as a narcissistic asshole, Reggie,” she retorts easily, slapping his hand away from her side and shifting her bag over her arm, not giving him a single glance as she turns back down the hallway. “Guess we’re both disappointed.” She keeps her words even, refusing to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her so easily.

Reggie isn’t the slightest bit deterred by her biting response, keeping pace with her easily as she stalks away from him, heels clicking across the floor a little louder than usual. “Was that little show for me, Baby?” he asks her, fingers brushing against the back of her hand. “Trying to make me jealous?”

Rosie doesn’t have to look at him to picture the shit-eating smirk on his face. Frankly, she really should have pegged him as a narcissistic asshole sooner than she did, but hindsight is a bitch like that.

Rolling her eyes, Rosie practically sneers at the petname. “First of all, don’t call me that anymore,” she demands. She’s not his anything anymore, and she thought she made that perfectly clear when she refused to answer his calls for over a month. “Second of all, leave me alone, Reggie. Not everything I do revolves around you.”

She chooses to ignore the fact that technically he isn’t wrong. She did kiss Sweet Pea because of some petty need to get back at him, but it certainly wasn’t about making him jealous. Jealousy would imply that she still wanted to get with him, which is, despite his assumption, not the case in the slightest.

Honestly, she should have been expecting him to corner her at some point. Reggie is a lot of things, and thick-headed is definitely one of them. She thought her impromptu make out session with Sweet Pea in the hallway would get him off her back until at least tomorrow morning, but she’s always had shitty luck.

“You’re avoiding me,” Reggie says suddenly, sounding genuinely surprised by the mere idea. He stops walking with her for just a second, but when she doesn’t stop as well, he hurries to keep up.

Rosie fights back the urge to roll her eyes again as they round a corner, the front doors seeming impossibly far away from the locker bay for some reason. “Ding, ding, ding we have a winner!” she mutters back sarcastically. “How long did it take you to figure that one out?” She would have thought he’d have gotten the message by now. “Was it me blocking your number or me telling you to leave me the hell alone?”

Reggie only sighs, like she’s the one being exasperating. “Can we talk about this?” he asks.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I don’t like the way we left things.”

The way he says it surprises her into looking at him, her steps faltering slightly as she blinks at him stupidly for a second, not fully comprehending the bullshit coming out of his mouth. “Well, I don’t like my boyfriend sticking his dick in other people,” she hisses back at him.

Rosie takes a long look at Reggie for the first time since they broke up, taking in the dark eyes and Letterman jacket she used to love. He hasn’t changed at all since she last saw him, and that pisses her off more than she’d care to admit. He doesn’t look the least bit torn up by what happened between them, and she knows it’s only his pride that’s been hurt.

Reggie, of course is as thick as ever. “Boyfriend?” he repeats, as if that’s the only thing he heard come out of her mouth, which, frankly, wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest. There’s a hopeful note to his voice, Reggie’s brows furrowing as he stares down at her, blinking at her expectantly.

“Ex, Reggie,” she clarifies, forcing her gaze away from his as she quickens her pace. “I’m done. We’re done. I won’t play this game with you again.” Her voice cracks slightly as she says it, all of the anger and resentment she’s been trying to hold back finally slipping through.

Before she can stomp away from him, he steps in front of her, forcing her to come to a sudden halt to avoid running into him. She scoffs at his persistence, growing more annoyed with each moment. “If you would just let me explain,” he snaps at her, making her take a half-step back in surprise at his tone.

Her gaze locks with his, his dark eyes burning into hers in a way that’s almost uncomfortable. Reggie’s jaw clenches as he stares down at her, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His Letterman jacket is pulled taut around his shoulders, the blue and gold fabric familiar in a way she wishes it wasn’t.

Rosie takes a slow, shaky breath, suddenly exhausted by the conversation. “What could you possible say that would make any of this better?” she asks him after a moment, far softer than she would have liked. “I was gone for less than a week and came home to find you screwing some girl from Greendale. What else is there to talk about, Reggie, because I can’t think of anything.”

His throat bobs with a harsh swallow, a muscle in his jaw jumping as his gaze rips away from hers for a second. “It was an accident,” he tells her, stressing the last word. The look he sends her is so sad and so sincere that she would believe him if she didn’t know how convincing of a liar he can be when he wants.

Rosie scoffs, letting out a humorless laugh. “Oh, fuck off, Reggie,” she snaps back at him, shaking her head as she shoves him out of her way, carefully stepping around him to continue on with her day. “I’m not stupid. That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

He’s on her heels again a moment later. “Where do you think you’re going?” he demands in a way that makes a chill run up her spine in a way that’s far from pleasant.

“Away from you. I have better things I could be doing than wasting my time on this conversation.”

Reggie snorts in response, a sarcastic smirk pulling at his lips. “What like Sweet Pea?” he jokes in a way that there’s no humor to it, just a biting edge that makes her skin prickle with irritation.

“Yes, actually.” It’s a low blow, but she doesn’t care anymore, tired of being the bigger person when he’s the one that hurt her, not the other way around. And this is the second time he’s brought up Sweet Pea since they started talking, so she knows this morning is bothering him more than he’s letting on, just like she wanted it to.

At least she can always count on Reggie to be a self-absorbed prick, if nothing else.

Her flippant response only serves to rile him up even more. “You fucking a Serpent now, Rosie?” he asks, a harsh, bitter laugh spilling from his mouth. “How long has that been going on?” She ignores him, done with the conversation, but Reggie doesn’t let her go far. “Don’t fucking walk away from me, Rosalie!” he snaps, hand lashing out to grab her by the arm.

His fingers lock around her wrist, yanking her to a sudden halt as he forces her back around to look at him. “Reggie, let go,” she snaps at him immediately, green eyes positively venomous. His grip only tightens, Reggie squeezing so hard that there’s a slight pop in her wrist from the pressure, a sharp pain accompanying his touch. A soft sound pulls from her throat as she tries to twist out of his grasp, her eyes widening slightly. “Reggie, I said—”

“Let go,” a deep voice from behind Rosie finishes for her. She doesn’t have to look to know who it is, some of the tension leaving her shoulders as she hears a heavy set of steps coming up behind her. “She said ‘let go.’ ”

Reggie’s head snaps up to look at Sweet Pea over her shoulder, his grip loosening just enough for her to yank her arm away from him. Rosie takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of them. She keeps her eyes on Reggie as Sweet Pea walks up behind her.

“There a problem here?” Sweet Pea asks Rosie, though his dark eyes are on Reggie. There’s a hard edge to the question, his jaw set as he glares down at the other male, practically daring him to make a move. Sweet Pea’s hands curl into tight fists, mirroring Reggie as his shoulders tense. His arm brushes against hers accidentally, his leather jacket sliding against her bare skin, and she takes a slow breath.

Rosie wets her lips, forcing herself to look away from Reggie as her gaze shifts to Sweet Pea standing beside her, towering over her just as he did this morning, but looking significantly more dangerous. “No,” she says quickly, cutting off whatever Reggie might have planned to say. “Reggie was just leaving.” Her eyes go back to Reggie as she says it, and both boys seem to be aware that it’s no longer a request.

“Rosalie—” Reggie starts, practically sighing as he says her name, taking a step closer to her.

Sweet Pea’s fingers brush against her hip, guiding her a step back as he pushes around her, getting in Reggie’s face quickly. “She said piss off, Mantle,” he practically growls down at the other boy.

For a second, Rosie’s afraid they might start beating on each other, which is something she definitely doesn’t want to get caught in the middle of, but Reggie backs down faster than she expects him to. He swallows, taking a step back from Sweet Pea as his gaze flicks to her face, noticing the nervous glint in her eyes. Reggie wets his lips, taking another step back as he scoffs. “Whatever,” he says, looking at Sweet Pea, “keep her.”

Reggie brushes by them, purposefully knocking his shoulder against Sweet Pea’s. The Serpent beside her clenches his fists even tighter, straightening to his full height as he tenses, looking ready to spring at Reggie as the football captain storms passed them.

Rosie’s fingers curl around the cuff of his jacket, her fingertips just barely sliding against the skin of his wrist, anchoring him in place beside her.

The two of them watch until Reggie disappears around the corner, and Rosie releases both Sweet Pea and the breath caught in the back of her throat at the same time, letting her hand drop back to her side without a word. Her eyes drift shut for a moment, Rosie allowing herself to relax now that Reggie isn’t around.

Sweet Pea’s gaze lingers on where Reggie disappeared for several seconds longer, but when Rosie sighs his eyes flick down to her, catching her just as she opens hers again. “You okay?” he asks her, all of the playful amusement in his voice from this morning gone for the moment, a serious she’s not used to clouding his voice.

“I’m fine. Thanks,” she tells him softly, sending him a small smile when she meets his dark eyes with her own, carefully brushing her hair away from her face. “Reggie’s all bark and no bite,” Rosie continues, trying for a joke, but it falls flat between them. Inhaling deeply through her nose, Rosie clears her throat, hoisting her bag higher on her shoulder as she looks away from Sweet Pea for only a moment. “What are you doing here anyway?”

The change in subject is blatant, but he doesn’t call her on it, instead following her as she turns around, heading the same way as Reggie down to the front of the school and the parking lot outside.

Sweet Pea clears his throat. “Forgot this,” he tells her, holding up a ring of keys briefly before stashing in back in his pocket, the assortment of keys clinking together softly as he moves. “Besides,” he glances down at her, “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” Rosie practically sputters out, head snapping around to look at him, Rosie having to crane her neck to meet his eyes. “Why were you looking for me?” He quirks a brow, a hint of a smile curling at his lips as she looks away, sighing to herself and nodding. Right, she made out with him this morning for seemingly no reason. “Yeah, stupid question,” she answers for him.

Sweet Pea snorts softly, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. “What was that about this morning?” is all he asks her, shoving his hands into his pockets and matching her pace as they make their way down the hall, the front doors in sight.

Rosie hesitates, unsure what she wants to tell him, but decides almost immediately that the truth is probably the easiest option. “Reggie was going to come talk to me.” She shrugs, leaving it at that, knowing he can piece together the rest after what he walked into.

“Oh, so you used me?” he asks jokingly, holding the door open for her and allowing her to slip out before him. Rosie bites back a laugh at the faux hurt expression on his face which quickly gives way to amusement. “Am I at least a better kisser than he is?” Sweet Pea asks her, staring down at her imploringly.

“Oh definitely,” she replies easily, more than a little truth to her words. “You didn’t immediately try to shove your tongue down my throat so it was an improvement.” A smile pulls at her lips that she doesn’t bother to hide as Sweet Pea laughs along with her.

His tongue flicks out across his bottom lip before he looks down at her again. “Well, if you ever want to try that again, Doll, all you have to do is ask.”

Rosie shakes her head as he chuckles, still following a step behind her as she makes her way down the front steps, spotting her car easily in the half-empty lot. There’s a group of Serpents on the other side of the lot, leaning up against their bikes and roughhousing with one another, but they stop when they catch sight of Sweet Pea and Rosie walking together. They watch, curious, and Rosie tries to ignore the prickling feeling their gazes leave on her spine.

“Is there a reason you’re walking me to my car?” she asks when he doesn’t head over to the Serpents clearly waiting around for him, instead opting to trail just a step behind her.

Sweet Pea snorts, rolling his shoulders as he glances over her head at the other Serpents. “Mantle doesn’t know when to quit,” he says to her, giving her a half-shrug. It’s a poor excuse, but she doesn’t question it.

Rosie huffs softly, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at his blunt statement. “Reggie is an idiot,” she informs Sweet Pea, though he should already know that by now after dealing with him for nearly a year.

“An idiot you dated.”

“An idiot I dumped,” she corrects him, not wanting to talk about Reggie any longer. She glances up at Sweet Pea, locking gazes with him for a moment. His eyes crinkle at the edges when he grins down at her, and Rosie is suddenly struck with the thought that it’s the same look he gave her just before she kissed him this morning.

Rosie forces herself to look away first, the two of them coming to a halt as they step up beside her car. “I’ll see you around, Sweet Pea,” she says, clearing her throat as she opens the driver’s side door, turning her back to him slowly.

“Drive safe, Hayes,” he tells her, voice low and throaty. She glances at him over her shoulder, watching as he walks backwards away from her, his eyes lingering on her as she opens her mouth to speak but decides against it, simply nodding instead. He returns her nod, turning on his heel to stalk away towards the Serpents.

Rosie watches him walk away until he’s halfway across the parking lot before slipping inside her own car, slamming the door shut behind her and settling back in her seat. Her eyes slip shut, her head lolling back against the headrest as she sighs through her nose, suddenly exhausted by the days events.

“Was that the guy you made out with this morning?”

A shriek rips from her throat, Rosie lurching forward so quickly she bangs her knee against the steering wheel, sending a jolt through the bone. Her head snaps around, eyes locking with a familiar pair of green eyes identical to her own. “Iris!” she gasps, heart lurching into her throat for a second. “Jesus Christ,” she hisses, trying to steady her erratic heartbeat. “What do you even know about that?” she asks her younger sister, bewildered.

Iris only smirks back at her, almost catlike. “So he is the guy you made out with!”

Well, she’s certainly not wrong.

“Oh my god, I’m not discussing this with you.”

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How To Annoy God: A Guide by Gabriel, Balthazar & Lucifer

Where Gabriel got bored and decided to start a band together with Balthazar and Lucifer - much to Chuck’s ultimate horror.

"I'm bored," Gabriel said out of nowhere. "Let's start a band."

Balthazar stared at the Archangel. "A band? Where did that idea come from?" He asked in curiosity.

Gabriel gave him a look. "Because it sounds like fun," he replied with a 'duh' tone.

"A two-man band? Don't you think we are a few members short?" Balthazar asked bewildered, already looking around and trying to spot some angels who might join them. "Maybe Castiel will want to join us?"

"No!" Gabriel immediately dismissed the idea. "Cassie won't understand," he tried to reason with Balthazar, "he's too tense and the poor thing will just be confused."

"Then who?" Balthazar asked again. Gabriel stared at him. "It was your idea," the younger angel added with a shrug of his shoulders.

Gabriel frowned, looking around at all the angels that walked past the two of them in an orderly fashion. Who would want to join our band? He wondered. Who is fun enough?

He immediately dismissed Raphael. He never even liked Raphael that much in the first place.

Michael, on the other hand, sings just as well as a dying cloud on steroids and you did not want him even close to any kind of instrument either. The same counts for Ezekiel and Bartholomew.

Zachariah? No, just no.

Naomi? Gabriel suppressed a shudder of the idea alone.

"How about Lucifer?" Balthazar asked out of the blue, his eyes glued to the white ceiling above their heads.

"Lucifer?" Gabriel repeated, thinking it over. Gabriel knew that Lucifer couldn't play any instruments, but he wasn't all that bad at singing if he had to be honest. And he was popular with the other angels as well. "I guess we can ask him."

Just when Gabriel had said that, Lucifer appeared around the corner, followed by Michael. They appeared to be bickering about something. The lesser angels quickly moved out of the Archangels way.

Before Balthazar could stop him, Gabriel cupped his hand around his mouth and screamed very loudly, "LUCIFER!!!"

Balthazar rubbed his ears, a scowl on his face. "Did you need to scream that loudly?" He complained. "Especially that close to my poor ears."

Gabriel ignored Balthazar and focused his complete attention on Lucifer, who was coming their way now. Followed by Michael. The latter was probably just curious to see what was going on.

"What do you want, little brother?" Lucifer asked monotone. Michael addressed them all blankly.

"Hey Luci," Gabriel grinned, swinging his legs back and forth from the wall he and Balthazar were seated on, "wanna join my band?"

"A band?" Lucifer repeated, rustling his bright, sparkling pink wings in curiosity.

"You know," Balthazar added, "making music and all. Fun stuff."

Lucifer shot the youngest angel a glare. "I know what a band is," he snorted, "there has just never been a band before in Heaven. Like ever."

Gabriel grinned mischievously. "Time to change that. You in?"

Lucifer grinned back. "I'm in."

Balthazar wondered where he had gotten himself into and Michael walked away, shaking his head as he went, not feeling like getting involved with the trio.

"Let's practice!" Gabriel cheered, jumping down from the wall and walking away. Balthazar and Lucifer following him.

~~~~~~

At the meantime

"Yes, Father," Raphael said with a slight bow of his head.

"You're dismissed," the Lord commanded the Archangel, turning the latter his back. Without looking back, he knew that the angel flew out of the room, followed by the familiar whooshing sound of angel wings.

Letting a sigh escape past his lips, God slumped his shoulders and allowed himself a moment of silence. No noisy angels this time, he told himself.

Sadly, the Lord's private-time did not last long. For the grand white-golden door to his private room slammed open and Michael strode into the room. Rather loudly, if he had to say.

"Father," the Archangel said stiffly. "I have returned from my mission."

Glancing over his shoulders, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Isn't Lucifer supposed to be with you? I recall sending you on a mission together." He questioned. "Michael, where is your brother? Did you ditch him in the ocean again?"

"Lucifer went somewhere with Gabriel and Balthazar," the Archangel replied, seeming confused about something. "Father, what is a band?"

"What?" God did not expect that kind of question. Especially from Michael.

"A band. Gabriel asked Lucifer if he wanted to join his band," Michael scrunched up his face in utter confusion. "I don't understand."

"Do you watch the humans sometimes?" Chuck asked, instead of directly answering his question.

"I was never ordered to," Michael replied stiffly.

"Then you should start doing so," the Lord said. Michael nodded like the obedient soldier he is.

"Humans have something called music, a symphony of sound," God tried to explain to the angel. But then again, how exactly did you describe music? You had to listen to it, feel it, and only then you would understand.

In God's opinion, music was one of humanities best creations. That, and nacho cheese. How he loved nacho cheese.

Michael knew what music was. He loved doing it, but everyone - especially Gabriel - told him he 'sucked big time'.

"To put it simply; a band is a group where numerous people get together to play music in tune with each other."

"Why would Gabriel, Balthazar, and Lucifer want to start a band?" Michael asked next, frowning slightly.

"Gabriel was bored," Chuck replied as if that explained everything, which it did.

"Of course he was." Michael thought about it for a while. "Is it okay to let them continue this band? They might abandon their duties. They are the troublesome trio, after all."

"Let them be," Chuck waved it off, "they will get bored again, eventually. And perhaps," he grinned, "an angel band might not be such a bad idea." If they were any good, of course.

Right when he had said that, the sky roared in a thunderstorm. God and Archangel alike looked up, seeing the sky turn black and soon illuminated by numerous lightning strikes.

"Father, did you," Michael started puzzled, "just start a thunderstorm?"

Chuck looked puzzled as well. "That wasn't my doing." In fact, he did not remember giving any of the angels permission to play with the lightning generator, either.

Then he knew what - or who - was the cause. Gabriel, Lucifer, and Balthazar. Heaven's official troublemaking trio.

He could vaguely make out the sound of drums as well. There even was a guitar and Lucifer singing. They weren't that bad and if it wasn't for the thunderstorm, God would let them be.

"Do you want me to stop them?" Michael offered.

Closing his eyes and sighing, Chuck replied, "No, I'll take care of it. Please check on the fledglings," he thought of the baby angels. The poor things must be terrified. "Take Castiel with you, if you can find him."

Michael bowed once before he disappeared in a flutter of angel wings.

Snapping his fingers once, the trio appeared before him. Balthazar and Lucifer looked around in bewilderment, Gabriel had yet to notice a thing.

The Trickster Archangel was jumping around the room, playing his electric guitar. Chuck rolled his eyes. "GABRIEL!!!"

An inhuman screech left Gabriel's mouth, and in shock, the guitar flew out of his hands, right into God's surprised face where it shattered into a thousand pieces.

They all looked at each other wide eyes before Lucifer started laughing. Gabriel looked sadly at the guitar's remains. "Your face destroyed my guitar..." he grumbled.

Balthazar's eyes had widened to the size of soup bowls and he stared at the father he saw for the first time in his life.

"Stop making so much noise," God told his three troublemaking sons.

"No," Lucifer replied. "It's too much fun."

Chuck looked at Gabriel for help, who just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fuck off, dad. We do whatever we want. And your face destroyed my guitar!" A flutter of angel wings was heard and the three of them had left.

The thunderstorm and music picked up once more. Gabriel had probably created a new guitar.

God could sense Castiel close to the angel band, holding a triangle of his own. Castiel had asked them if he could join them and the trio agreed.

Castiel officially joined the angel band. With his triangle.

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( empty beer bottles, cassette tapes, leather-bound journals ) –– && it looks like dean winchester has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from supernatural ). although known as THE RIGHTEOUS MAN back home, here they are a forty year old firefighter, known to be LOYAL but STUBBORN. they were coaxed here with the promise of A BROTHER NAMED SAM. they remember NOTHING OF THEIR OLD LIFE. ( james, 27, est, he/him, jensen ackles )

hey everybody! i’m james and i’ll be playing your friendly neighborhood dean winchester who just so happens to be my favorite character of all time. i’m excited to be here and i look forward to writing with you all. don’t be afraid to hit me up for plots. i don’t bite. much.

from what point in your characters canon are they taken from?

dean was taken when the undead that surrounded him, sam, and castiel closed in on them at the end of the season 14 finale. once all of his memories have returned, he will remember everything up to that point.

what are the basics of their ‘new lives’?

dean is an only child and an orphan. his mom died in a house fire when he was four; his dad died in a tragic hunting accident when he was twelve. because he had no living relatives to claim him at the time of his father's passing, he was sent to live at sonny's home, a home that housed a dozen other orphans. he immediately began to act out due to the grief that his dad's death brought him, as well as the loneliness that came with having not lost only one, but both parents; left with no family. he spent a couple years running with the wrong crowd and causing trouble, learning various skills such as pick-pocketing, lock-picking, and hot-wiring cars in the process. it was when sonny -- the only person who told dean that he was better than the mistakes he was making and the life he was creating for himself  -- had a health scare that dean decided to turn a new leaf and stay out of trouble. sonny encouraged him to use the skills he'd acquired as a troublemaker for good; to avoid a life behind bars, which he did. eventually, dean found himself at the fire academy and he went on to become a firefighter, a job he was not only suited for but passionate about. he loved the danger and the adrenaline that came hand in hand from the job, and most importantly, he could save people's lives from incidents like his mother's. he's married to his job and he knows how dangerous it is, so he prefers one night stands over committing to anyone.

what were they promised upon arrival in woodshore, and what was their reaction to receiving it?

dean was informed that he is not an only child like he thought; in fact, he has a younger brother named sam somewhere in woodshore. he hasn’t met him yet, but he’s intrigued by the potential discovery of a family member he didn't know he had, especially a brother. with both his parents gone and no living relatives, he longs for a sense of family, which makes the idea that he has a brother exciting.

when they arrived in woodshore and received what was taken of them, did they gain any memories of their past? if so, what memories do they have?

dean does not have any memories of his real life and only remembers his ‘new life’, but his memory of his real life will return gradually once he meets sam. 

onto the character dean winchester himself and his real life...

now, since supernatural has been running for an astounding 14 seasons, it’s difficult to go into detail about what dean has been through without providing you a novel to read. (however, if reading novels about characters is your thing, you can click here to have a detailed biography and personality rundown) with that said, i’ll try to summarize the key points best i can. 

now, without further ado, a character rundown: 

name: dean winchester date of birth/age: january 24th, 1979, 40. species: currently human. (though he has been a ghost, vampire, and demon, just to name a few. again, it’s been 14 seasons. my boy’s been through some shit) occupation: hunter. (do-gooder, hero, protector of mankind, killer of ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, anything evil, you name it, he’ll kill it. he even kills humans sometimes but they’re usually bad and we don’t talk about that) personality: confident, cool, and extremely loyal. charming and, at times, childish or immature. teasing his brother is one of his favorite pass-times. dean cultivates a bad-boy personality and makes sarcastic jokes at even the most morbid times, though he can be an intimidating presence to those who do not know him. underneath it all, though, he’s become hardened by life as a warrior. he has the tendency to be self-loathing and he is subconsciously afraid to get close to others in fear that being bonded to him will result in their untimely deaths (as it has various times before) he does his best to keep his emotions to himself. the only real weakness dean has is family. dean will protect his family at all costs. his longest and most intense commitment has been to his ‘67 chevy impala. he is a lover of classic rock music, food (don’t forget the pie), sex, and the occasional tv soap opera. (though he may not openly admit that)

biography keypoints:

after dean's mom was killed by a demon when he was only 4 years old, his dad was hardly around, on a mission to avenge her. this left dean to fend for himself and raise his younger brother, sam.

the night their mom died, he rescued sam from the fire her burning body left, and since then, he has been committed to protecting his brother at all costs.

he's known about monsters and has been a hunter as long as he can remember.

when dean was 26, his dad went radio silent for the first time, resulting in him traveling to stanford where sam had gone to college in hopes to recruit his brother to help him find their dad. this reunites dean with his brother and begins his journey. 

when his dad dies, dean took it upon himself to continue on as a hunter, not only for the good of the human race, but because it's the only life he has ever known.

eventually, when sam is killed, dean makes a deal with a crossroads demon who brings sam back in return, dean only has a year to live before he is taken to hell.

dean is rescued from hell by castiel because he is michael's true vessel and therefore required for him to destroy lucifer in the apocalypse. dean does not say yes and does not get possessed.

when sam goes to hell with lucifer, he breaks away from hunting and tries to live a normal life. this lasts a year before he finds out sam is out of hell and goes back into hunting.

after castiel let the leviathans out of purgatory, dean assisted him in eventually slaying the leader, sucking both of them into purgatory, where he was stuck for a year.

he took on the burden of the mark of cain in order to slay abaddon, knight of hell. when this happened, it made him more aggressive and violent than usual. when he died with the mark, he awoke as a demon.

sam cured him of this, and eventually of the mark, but doing so set free the darkness. dean had a strong bond with her due to previously having the mark which was dark in nature.

he and sam discovered that the winchesters are legacies of an organization known as the men of letters. this meant that they found a home in a bunker created by this organization.

when lucifer's son, jack, was born, he originally wanted to kill him, thinking that he was dangerous and would cause destruction. however, as time went on, jack grew on him and he came to see him somewhat like a son.

in order to beat lucifer, dean eventually says yes to michael from an apocalyptic universe as long as michael lets him stay in control. he breaks this side of the deal, and uses dean with plans to destroy the world.

chuck shows up after being mia for a while, killing jack, and revealing to the boys that he had been manipulating them and everything around them from the beginning.

if there is any confusion, at any point, please feel free to ask questions. there’s no such thing as a stupid question. and don’t hesitate to message me to plot at any time! i’m excited to interact with everybody.

christmas break, part i

when:  20 december, 1997 where:  hogwarts express;  the finnigan home (kenmare, ireland) who:  @michaelscorner, conor and matilda finnigan;  mentions of ginny, neville, luna, anthony 

    going home for christmas was, surprisingly, one of the hardest decisions seamus had ever made.  while hogwarts no longer really felt like home  ( not since its true headmaster was murdered last year )  it felt wrong to leave it.  like two weeks without him there would cause it to crumble into dust, under the weight of the atrocities committed within.  he wondered how many of his friends would not be returning in the new year.  he wondered if any of his peers would not make it to see the new year.  that thought was more than fleeting, but it had settled.  he was on the hogwarts express, hand entwined with michael’s, thinking his biggest concern was explaining everything to mum.  how michael couldn’t go home, his parents would never let him return  ( as if the finnigans were going to be so keen on the idea )  but he deserved to have a happy christmas.  maybe . . .  maybe he might even talk to his mum about michael.  just maybe.  and that was at the forefront of his mind.  until the death eaters showed up, until they abducted luna.  how many more losses could they suffer?  

    seamus — who had spent so much time in the days leading up healing himself, as best he could, so as to not upset his mother — threw himself into action.  it all happened so fast, one minute she was there and they were laughing and the next she was gone and they were battered and defeated.  there, in a compartment with ginny and neville, and michael, anthony too — seamus finally allowed himself to cry.  he wasn’t even necessarily that close with luna.  they were friends and all, had supported each other especially this year in dumbledore’s army, but . . .  fucking hell, why did it have to be her?  he’d never felt more afraid to return to hogwarts, but there was no way he would sit at home, not while poor luna was held captive somewhere.  not while dean was still hopefully on the run.  oh, how he wished to talk to dean again.  that would be the best present of all, seamus was positive.  and then he wasn’t.  shoulder to shoulder with michael corner, still thinking about dean thomas.  my best friend, seamus reminded himself.  pretending like there hadn’t been stronger feelings there, even if they had only been one-sided.  pretending like his relationship with michael wasn’t everything he’d once wished for himself and dean.  pretending like if he didn’t think about it, it wasn’t all so terribly fucked.  he wasn’t a bad friend, an awful boyfriend whatever they were.  he was just a sad, scared seventeen-year-old boy, whose heart was war-torn and battle-weary and burning up and made of stone and bursting at the seams, all at once.

    once they disembarked the train, feeling chillingly empty despite the mass still on board,  the motley crew of dumbledore’s army members said a terse goodbye.  they had already lost one member since departing from hogwarts.  there was no telling how they’d look when they returned.  heart pounding in his chest, seamus held onto michael with everything he had as they apparated back to the finnigan home.

    all of his hard work at healing had been for nothing, as matilda finnigan shrieked as soon as she saw her baby boy.  alternating between crying and yelling, she had demanded to know what had happened.  seamus had spent the entire train ride figuring out the exact amount of truth he would share with his parents:  too much and he’d never return to hogwarts, too little and they would suspect that he had been withholding.  he had assured michael that all of this had been cleared with his parents, though it quickly became apparent that was not the case.  truth be told, seamus was afraid:  of what his parents might think, that they might say no, or that the carrows would read his letter and know where to find two of hogwarts’ most notorious troublemakers.  

    awkwardly and uncomfortably tense, he introduced conor and matilda finnigan to his friend, michael corner.  it hurt him as the words came out of his mouth, he could only imagine how michael felt.  after showing michael his room, his bed  ( probably too small to share )  that one of them was certainly too tall for but would be sleeping in anyway, he returned to his parents.  and carefully, he explained the new regime ruling the school — their stance on muggles, the way they handled their classes.  seamus did not mention his detentions, how often he had been used as an example in dark arts, how many times he had been subjected to the cruciatus and other curses, jinxes and hexes at the hands of not only the carrows but his fellow students as well.  he did not delve into michael’s attack at the hands of their dictators, merely stating that neither of them had felt comfortable spending more time than necessary — though they both had every intention of returning to finish their education.  even if it killed them.

    he tried so hard to find anything he could put a positive spin on, but they were few and far between.  they were aware of his sudden promotion to prefect from the solitary letter he’d sent home, and there was little to glean from that.  he’d made the quidditch team, but extracurriculars has been cancelled.  he failed to share gryffindor’s initial fall from grace there.  seamus hated lying to them, hated that he had to.  he was sure that they could fill in some blanks on their own.  and if he said another word, there was no chance in hell he’d be returning to hogwarts.  he still wasn’t sure if they’d allow it.  

    finally expressing enough exhaustion that his parents permitted him escape, seamus made his way up to his bedroom.  michael was already sprawled out in his bed, feet dangling over the end.  he found his way into michael’s arms, tangling their limbs together.  peaceful, quiet, alone.  he had not slept soundly in months, still awoke in a panic a couple of times, gripping michael ever tighter.  but seamus felt safe, secure.