#and seb happens to be her dad. and there's some kind of 'huh this is a little weird for me' thing. also not cut out to rly be a dad

[gncrezan]

thinking about the infamous blog mentioning genshin and sebastian in the same sentence i feel a little ill actually

#i also like thinking seb has some stubble. for my sake. #well less stubble that he wants and more 'sometimes he simply doesn't bother to shave' #the couple i really think would work out the least but i like the idea of them becoming odd friends ... #or at least there's a certain . like. boundary aki feels a little weird about how maya is like his ride or die number 1 fan #and seb happens to be her dad. and there's some kind of 'huh this is a little weird for me' thing. also not cut out to rly be a dad #not immune to making memes about it though #infamous #infamous if #my art #sebastian holland #maya holland #akihiro yasumi #edit: fixed a broken link lol #AND ALSO i got that old man (wrio) and am gunning for his weapon. 90 primos and a dream

[tweekfilms]

the read through

welcome to part 2 of the oneshots accompaning my twitter au, today we focus on molly and the first rehersal day

as soon as miss jenn started singing we’re all in this together, molly knew something was going to happen because the awkwardness.

molly notices the animosity between ricky and ej, ricky and nini, and nini and gina and if she’s being quite honest, how are they going to get by this first day of rehersal.

how she missed her friends, she knows that they would be invested in all of this and if anyone were to call the whole awkwardness out it would have been nico or gert.

“molly” ashlyn’s voice cut her out of her thoughts

“hm sorry” molly blushed

“its cool, im not judging” ashlyn noticed molly’s blush

“its just, i miss my friends” molly admitted

“i get that but hey maybe you can convince them to join next semester” ashlyn smiled

molly didn’t know who she would be able to convice any of them maybe chase since she caught him playing the guitar one day but still

carlos was explaining to ricky and nini a lot of dance steps and there was one specific move in which she and gina both explained it at the same time.

“impressive” gina said

“im a dancer, ive always been one and ive been studying a lot” molly should really stop rambling

“molly its fine im not judging your skills or anything besides you have some of the best moves here” gina complimented her

“thanks” molly was surprised like gina really complemented her and her dance moves were literally amazing that she’s constantly in awe

it was going smoothly until nini snapped at ricky about how he wasn’t taking the musical seriously and carlos was rushing everyone out of the room.

“out everyone get out” carlos was literally about to get even more stressed out

molly just gathered her stuff and waited by the hall for one of her friends to notice her.

usually it was always nico, gert, or chase since they stay behind after school hours to wait for her and she was getting impatient when gert showed up

“did rehersal end early or did something happened” gert asked

“ricky and nini happened” molly said

“i had a feeling, i can hear the yelling” gert glanced at the theatre

“this is already stressful” molly sighed

“but have you made some friends in there” gert asked with concern

“i talk to nini a lot, same with kourtney and ashlyn and seb” molly was too out of focus

“maybe rehersal will get better, if ricky and nini can put their whatever they have going aside” gert tried to comfort her

“where’s chase by the way” molly asked

“oh he’s going home with nico, apprently his mom and her dad are dating now” gert told her

“really” molly was surprised

“yep” gert nodded

their conversation was cut short by ricky storming out of school and carlos trying to chase after him and nini storming out with ej trying to follow her

“this is your fault somehow” gert yelled at ej

“huh” ej turned to look at gert

“nothing ignore her” molly tried to cover things up

ej just shrugged and kept walking and molly turned towards gert

“you still think he’s a jerk”

“well kind of” gert shrugged

[musette22]

Local museum volunteer Chris explaining all the items and history facts to teacher Sebastian and his 20 kids on a school trip or to single dad Sebastian and his twins (one who is really into it and ask a lot of "but why?" And the other one who just sticks his fingers up his nose and yawns lmao)

Okay so I was just on a walk and I started thinking about this ask again (I am so so so sorry for how long it took me to reply to this, I suck wow) because I couldn’t get that new pic of Seb looking like a literal DILF out of my head, but I couldn’t remember the specifics so what came out is slightly different from what you suggested but not much – hope you still like it (I personally screamed into my fist multiples times while thinking about this – I’m furious at how cute this little scenario is, thank you so so much for this!)

Disclaimer: I literally wrote this just now so it’s unbeta’d and probably riddled with nonsense, but I hope you guys like nonetheless!  <3

*********************

“Hi, guys! Welcome to the Concord Museum. My name is Chris and I’ll be your guide this afternoon.”

Chris eyes the little family – a father and two young kids – standing in front of him in the entrance hall of the bite-sized museum, then makes a show of looking around the otherwise empty hall. “Seems like it’s a quiet one today, so you’ll have me all to yourself!”

The father smiles, his sparkling, blue-grey eyes crinkling in the corners in a way that Chris shouldn’t be thinking of as ‘adorable’, but does nonetheless.

“Fantastic,” the man says warmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Chris. This is Margot,” – he gestures to the girl of about eight standing next to him – “and this little guy here is David,” he adds, lightly bouncing the three or four-year-old, curly haired boy on his hip. David gives Chris a wide eyed look before promptly burying his face in his father’s neck. “He’s a little shy,” the dad says fondly.

“That’s fine,” Chris tells them. With a smile, he ducks his head to try and catch David’s eye. “You’re not the only one, kiddo. I’m a little shy myself sometimes, you know.”  

“I’m not shy,” Margot pipes up.

“No,” her dad agrees with a chuckle, “you certainly are not.”

Chris turns his eyes back to their father’s face. “And your name..?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the man says, “I’m Sebastian.” He holds out his hand for Chris to shake, warm and dry with long, elegant fingers that fit nicely against Chris’s own, studier ones.

Sebastian, Chris thinks. Perfect name for a perfect guy. The term ‘DILF’ flashes unbidden through Chris’s mind – wildly inappropriate, given the circumstances, but oh so accurate. Sebastian has a sweet, charming smile, incredible bone structure, and dark, wavy hair, swept up in a quiff-like style that manages to make him look both sophisticated and a little boyish at the same time. There’s a hint of grey at his temples as well as in his beard that has Chris placing him at maybe two or three years older than himself.

“New York?” Chris guesses, as he reluctantly lets go of Sebastian’s hand.

“That’s right,” Sebastian nods. “Well, formerly, anyway. We just moved to the area, actually.”

“Oh, really? What brought you all the way out here?”

Sebastian runs a hand through his hair; a nervous habit, perhaps. “Oh, um. My ex-wife got a job in Boston last year, and I didn’t want to be too far from her and the kids, so I decided to follow suit. Only moved down here last month. This is my first full weekend with these guys at my new place, so I thought I’d take them out to do something cultural, learn a little about the local history, y’know?”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of that here,” Chris assures him. “In fact,” he adds sheepishly, “that’s kinda all we've got.”

Sebastian laughs, causing Chris’s brain to glitch, which is probably why the next thing that comes out of his mouth is – “Divorce, huh? I’m sorry, that must’ve been tough.”

When Sebastian doesn’t answer straight away, Chris wants to kick himself for running his big, stupid mouth. As usual. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes hastily. “That’s none of my business. Just tryin’ to make small talk, but I always seem to forget I’m really bad at that. Just forget I said anything.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sebastian assures him, flashing Chris a quick smile. “Thank you. These things are never easy, but it’s better this way, you know?”

“They’re not fighting or anything,” Margot chimes in again, from a few feet below. “Mommy and daddy only got divorced because mommy’s a girl and daddy likes boys better than girls. Right, daddy?"

Well. Chris tries not to be too obvious about glancing at Sebastian’s face to see his reaction to that bombshell his daughter just dropped, but he’s not sure how well he manages.

Sebastian closes his eyes for a moment as if praying for strength. “That's right, sweetheart,” he says with a grimace. “But I'm sure Chris doesn't need to hear about all that."

Chris begs to differ – he’s actually extremely interested in hearing about all this, but before he has a chance to say anything in reply, Margot squares her jaw and crosses her football jersey-clad arms.

“Why not?” she asks defiantly. “There’s nothing wrong with that. Some girls just like girls and some boys like boys, it’s totally normal. It’s not prola- probu –" She sighs in frustration, looking up at her dad, who’s watching her with something like pride on his handsome face.

“Problematic?”

“Yeah,” Margot concurs, “not probametic.”  

Chris hums in agreement. “It’s not, you’re absolutely right. I’ll tell you what,” he tells her conspiratorially, “I happen to like boys better, too.”

Margot’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You do?”

“I do.”

Suddenly, Margot’s little face lights up, her shrewd eyes flitting to her dad’s face for a second, then back to Chris. “Do you like my dad?”

“Margot,” Sebastian cuts in, a hint of exasperation in his tone. “That’s enough, honey.” When he tuns back to Chris to give him an apologetic look, Chris can’t help but notice the slight blush coloring his cheeks. “I’m sorry about that. She’s gotten it into her head that she needs to find me the perfect man ASAP, or I’ll waste away or something.”

Chris laughs, throwing back his head in genuine mirth. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine,” he assures them, then claps his hands together to change the precarious subject. “So, who’s ready to learn a little bit about what living in Concord was like over a hundred years ago?”

******

Chris always enjoys volunteering at the museum – it’s nice to give something back to the community that’s been his home for his entire life, and to chat to visitors from all over who have come to visit the land of Little Women, among other things – but what Chris likes best is when he gets to show kids around the place. Some of them need to be won over (after all, a dusty old museum isn’t quite as exciting as a trip to Disney World), but others are instantly captivated by the strange objects and old-timey atmosphere – Sebastian’s kids, fortunately, seem to fall in the latter category.

There’s one room in particular that’s an invariably a favorite with kids – the one that houses the old children’s toys. Trains, dolls and dollhouses, most of them made from wood, all arranged in a colorful parade, with a few screens set up in front of the glass display cases on which kids can watch animations of the toys being used. To Chris’s delight, Margot and David are both immediately taken with the display, David pressing his nose against the glass while Margot fires off question after question that Chris answers patiently and to the best of his ability.

“You sure know a lot about them,” Sebastian remarks, not without a hint of admiration, once Chris has finished explaining the mechanics of the miniature train set.

“Ah.” Chris rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess you could say I’m something of a toy enthusiast myself. I’ve actually got a carpentry workshop – that’s my real job,” he explains. “I’m just a volunteer here – and I dabble in some toy making sometimes, too.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “You’re kidding. I used to want to be a toy maker when I was a kid, you know,” he says wistfully. “Probably just saw Pinocchio one too many times, but it just seemed like the best job in the world to me, at the time.”

“It kinda is,” Chris grins at Sebastian, getting lost in his dancing grey eyes for a moment. “So what did you end up doing for a living, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m a journalist. I love it, don’t get me wrong. It’s enriching, challenging. But there’s just something about working with your hands, creating something tangible, something useful…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Chris nods. He bites his lip, hesitating for just a moment before deciding to bite the bullet. “Hey, I don’t know if you guys have plans after this, but my shift ends in a few minutes. I live pretty close, maybe a ten minute drive – if you want, I could show you my workshop? Maybe the kids can try out some of the things I’ve been working on, see if they’re actually any fun to play with?”

There’s an excited collective gasp from the kids, both of them immediately turning big, hopeful eyes on their father. “Oh, daddy,” Margot pleads, tugging on his sleeve. “Can we go see the workshop, pleaaase?”  

Chris tries to ignore the way his stomach drops when Sebastian visibly hesitates.

“I don’t know, guys.” Sebastian looks back at Chris. “I don't want to intrude. It’s almost dinner time on a Saturday. I’m sure you’ve got plans, maybe with your partner..?”

Oh, Chris thinks, chest expanding with hope. He shakes his head. “No partner,” he says, holding Sebastian’s gaze. “Just a dog.”

“A dog?” Margot squeals. “Oh my god, daddy, he’s got a dog. We have to go.”

Sebastian chuckles, rolling his eyes. "They've been hounding me about a dog for months, excuse the pun. I want one too, but I'm just not sure I'm home enough.”

Chris nods sympathetically. “Yeah, it can be tricky if you work full-time, but there’s usually a solution for this kind of thing, in my experience.”

“What’s your dog’s name?” Margot interrupts, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet.

“He’s called Dodger,” Chris tells her, unable to keep the pride out of his voice as he talks about his beloved, four legged-rescue.

From Sebastian’s other side, a small voice suddenly joins in. “Like the one from Oliver?” asks David. His big, brown eyes are wide as he stares up at Chris.

“That’s right,” Chris confirms, dropping to his haunches to level the playing field a little. “Exactly like the one from Oliver. You like that movie, huh?”

David nods, looping one arm around one of his dad’s long legs while clearly fighting the urge to hide behind him completely. “It’s my favorite,” he mutters, then quickly sticks his thumb in his mouth to signal the end of the conversation.

“Really?” Chris asks, beaming at him. “It’s my favorite, too!”

David actually smiles at that, doing an excited little wiggle on the spot. “Daddy, can we go see Dodger, please?” he asks his dad, not bothering to remove his thumb from his mouth.

From his spot on the floor, Chris looks up Sebastian too, probably looking just as hopeful as the kids are – maybe even more so.

Smiling, Sebastian shakes his head. “Sure, buddy,” he laughs, ruffling David’s hair. “How could I resist all these cute little faces, huh?”

There’s a chorus of cheers from the kids that gives Chris a much-needed moment to recover from the euphoria of hearing Sebastian call him cute. Well, sort of.

“Alright,” Chris says, getting to his feet again. “I’ll just go grab my things. Meet you guys in the parking lot?”

“Sounds good.”

Chris nods and is about to head in the direction of the staff room, when Sebastian halts him with a hand on his arm. Chris stops in his tracks, swallowing as he tears his gaze away from Sebastian’s elegant hand on his bicep, back to his face.

“Thank you,” Sebastian says, giving him a look from under his eyelashes that can only be described as coy. “I really appreciate this, you know.”

Holding Sebastian’s gaze, Chris lifts a hand to cover Sebastian’s with his own, giving it a quick squeeze. “It’s my pleasure,” he replies honestly. “Trust me.”

Smiling, Sebastian bites his lip, no doubt noticing the way Chris’s eyes flicker down to his mouth when he does. “I do.”

Chris’s foolishly romantic heart can’t help but skip a beat.

“See,” Margot says suddenly from beside them, breaking the moment and sounding awfully smug about it, too. “Not prolametic at all.”

Chris barks out a laugh while Sebastian covers his eyes with his hand. “Whatever you do, never have kids.”  

“Oh, I dunno,” Chris chuckles, giving Margot a wink and David’s hair a quick ruffle. “I kinda like yours.”

Sebastian clears his throat. “Alright, guys. Let’s go find your jackets and we’ll go see what Chris has in store for us, huh?”

#evanstan #rpf #kid fic #minnie answers #my fic #my writing #Anonymous

[imagining-supernatural]

The Collapse

Part 25 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary:  Sebastian picks up on your immense change of mood and it leads to a fight

Word Count: 1,191

“Hey, you okay?”

“What?” Seb’s question pulled you out of your thoughts.

He nodded at your nearly untouched plate of roast and potatoes. “You’ve barely eaten anything. You feeling okay?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. I’m fine. Just… just tired, I guess.” Tired of waiting… pretending…

He cocked his head and watched you carefully. His eyes on you made you feel uncomfortable for the first time since meeting him. “You sure? You’ve been, I don’t know, quiet since we left the hospital.”

“As opposed to…” you challenged. “Seb, we’re both quiet people—”

“Not around each other.” His response made you look down at your plate of food. And your action just made him more worried. You could tell from the way he nearly lunged across the table to grab your hand. “C’mon, baby. What happened today?”

Your answer was immediate. “Nothing.”

He waited until you looked up at him again before cocking an eyebrow. “Nothing?”

“Nothing, I swear.” Somehow, you managed to sneak your hand out from under his. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m tired. That’s what happens when you’re getting treatment for cancer.”

“You were getting treatment for cancer yesterday and you picked me up at the airport with a smile and a kiss. Tonight you can’t even look me in the eye.”

Holding back a sour laugh, you schooled your features into something neutral and looked straight at him. “I’m looking you in the eye, Seb. And I’m telling you that I’m tired.”

He bit at the inside of his cheek for a moment before shaking his head. “But that’s not all, is it?”

You tried to think of what to say to him while holding his gaze, but nothing came to mind. So, you did the only thing you could think of to diffuse whatever situation was happening here and took a bite of your roast. He was big on nutrition. Maybe if you ate, he’d relax. One thing could go right tonight, and he’d feel better.

“So now you’re eating?”

And that got on your nerves. “What the hell do you want from me, Sebastian? A few weeks ago I didn’t eat well and you picked a fight. Tonight, I’m too tired to eat, and you pick a fight. Then I do eat, and you pick a fight. What the fuck you do want?”

“I’m the one picking fights?”

“Yeah, you are.” You set your fork down with a clatter and pushed back from the table. “Because I’m too tired to eat, much less pick fights.”

And with that, you stood and started walking away with the full intention of sleeping in the guest room.

Your intentions crumbled into dust the second Sebastian opened his mouth.

“I overheard you and Jasmin earlier today.”

Ice flooded your veins.

You were frozen in the doorway.

“Wh-What?”

Even though your voice was nearly a whisper, he still heard you. And he repeated himself, which meant you hadn’t misheard him. “I overheard you and Jaz talking.”

“A-about what?” How much had he heard? And what kind of a person were you if you hoped he only heard your confession to murder, and not to loving him.

“Look at me,” he said, making your vision tunnel in, “and I’ll tell you.”

Fuck. How the fuck could you face him? But how could you go on not knowing?

It felt like a century before you gathered the courage to turn back around, a cold sweat breaking on your brow. And even that wasn’t enough for him. He motioned to your recently vacated chair and you could barely breathe as you made your way back to sit down.

If he’d heard you confess to murdering your father…

Well… today might just have been your last day at the hospital. You hoped there was an empty cell next to your sister’s.

Nevertheless, you had to hear him out. You had to know.

So you sat back in the chair and forced your eyes up to his face, blurry as your vision was. “What did you hear?”

“About your dad.” The eye contact was too much. Your eyes fell down to your unfinished dinner plate. “Y/N, I’ve thought about it and Jasmin was right. It was self-de—”

“It wasn’t fucking self-defense!” You nearly exploded. “Why the fuck can’t you and Jaz get that through your heads? Hell, you weren’t even there. You don’t know anything about what happened. You didn’t see the fallout. Fuck, Sebastian. You don’t know a single thing about me. You-you-you-you have this polished version of me a-a-and that’s not who I am.”

“Jaz knows who you are and she—”

“I didn’t tell her everything! You really think I would have told her?” Fuck, now you were getting angry. Black edges in the corners of your eyes angry. Angry at the universe for dealing you this shitty hand. Angry at your family for playing the game wrong. Angry at Jasmin having the kind of childhood you wished you had. “Jasmin was the perfect kid. I was fucking jealous of her. I wanted her life, but I knew I would never have anything close to what she has and I didn’t want to ruin it for her anymore than I already had. So, no, Seb. No, Jaz doesn’t know who I am. Not really.”

“You really want me to believe that you’re some bad guy—”

“My dad wasn’t the first person I killed,” you stated. “And he wasn’t the last.”

The roast beef on your plate blurred into the mashed potatoes as your heart started beating out of control.

“Shit,” you barely breathed out. “Oh, shitting f-fuck. I didn’t mean to—”

“Y/N…” Sebastian said carefully.

“Fuck,” you spat out.

“Explain.”

That was the last thing you wanted to do.

No. Actually, the last thing you wanted to do was make Sebastian question his morals on whether to keep housing a murderer or to let someone die by not providing them with medical care.

It was time you made the decision you should have made long ago.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as tears obscured your vision. “No, I’m not gonna do that.”

Pushing back from the table, you stumbled towards the door, but your vision was blurred and your head was pounding and you knocked into the wall. You felt, more than heard Sebastian’s movement behind you. “What are you doing? Where do you think you’re going—”

“I’m...” You pressed your hand to your head, hoping that would quell some of the pain. “I’m just going… Fuck, Seb you didn’t deserve any of—shit.” Another spike of pain shot through your head and down your neck.

You were so close to being cancer free…

You should have known it was too good to be true.

“I’m sure you can find me once your lawyer draws up the divorce pap—aaahh!” Your knees hit the floor as every drop of energy was sapped from your body.

Distantly you heard Sebastian calling your name, but it was like you were being buried alive. Your senses were dulling, shutting down. You could swear your eyes were open, but, “I can’t see… I can’t see anything…”

What do you guys think she meant by “Not the first person I’ve killed and not the last”?? And what’s going to happen? Why did she collapse? If she survives, are they going to be able to fix things?

CHAPTER 26: THE MORNING AFTER

#sebastian x reader #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader angst #marvel fanfic #sebastianxreader

[wiebkesf1paddock]

Stuck Inside

A/N: Well hello there everyone!

Due to this isolation-Corona-situation I finally decided to come back to writing fanfiction after like 4 years.  So, please don't expect the best of writing, but I am surely trying my best!

This time I'm around with formula 1 oneshots. I do take requests (if I get some) and will try to do all of them (again, if there are any).

I will write solely about F1 drivers (and Nico Hülkenberg because I love him). Fluff imagines or oneshots literally about all of them, nsfw-stuff not about: Kimi, Seb, Perez. I simply don't feel comfortable with that.

If you have any requests, any constructive criticism about the plot or the style of my writing, please let me know! English is not my first language and I will try to improve wherever I can.

I hope I can get you through this shitty time with this. Have fun reading! Love you!

I hope you enjoy this first one with Charles. I was inspired by the movie 'Two Night Stand' for this one. I know that a government probably won't be this harsh with their rules, but let's just ignore that for the sake of the story. This one will probably have like three parts.

Wiebke :)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2328

Part 1

You woke up and looked around. Okay. Fuck. You were not in your own bed. Means that something bad besides your hangover happened last night. When you turned around in the bed, you found yourself face to face with a sleeping guy. A quick look under the blanket showed you that he was only in his boxers and you only had your top and some knickers on as well. You couldn’t remember going home with someone, only the kisses you shared with some dude last night at the party at your friends’ house. But you couldn’t tell whether it was the same fella or not. He was very handsome though; you could not deny that. Just as you wanted to slip away from under the blanket, his eyes opened, and he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Good morning there,” he spoke, and you could make out his French accent pretty well.

“Er…yeah good morning…” you were embarrassed that you did not remember his name.

“Charles,” he said, as if he was able to read your mind. “Strange…last night you knew my name pretty well. I actually think everyone in Monaco knows it now,” he teased a bit with a smug grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes at his remark but could not keep the blood from rushing to your face. “Well, it can’t have been this good, because I actually don’t remember any of it at all,” you countered and were pleased to see that that actually hit him off-guard.

He quickly gained his confidence back and grinned at you. “Touché. That was a good one. So, you are hungover, yes?”

The way he was speaking was so cute you actually had to shoot him a real smile. “Yes, a bit. And I actually have no memory of what happened last night. Sorry.”

Charles sat up and smiled warmly at you. “No problem. You can lie down again if you want and I get you some pain killers and water.”

“Oh. Yeah. That would be nice. Thank you. And after that I will go, I promise. Normally I don’t even stay this long.”

Charles cocked an eyebrow at you as he got up: “Normally? So, you do that very often then?” In that moment you could have slapped yourself for saying that. It sounded like you were having one-night stands on a regular basis. Which was not the case. Actually, it was the first one you had, since you and your ex broke off over one year ago. But what angered you even more was that Charles had the audacity to think that he had the right to judge you.

“What if? You just had a one-night stand as well. Who are you to judge me?” you snapped at him and he held up his hands in defense.

“Sorry. Relax. It was just a joke.”

He exited the room and you got up from the bed and took your phone out of your purse. You had ten missed calls from your best friend and some messages also from your family.

“What the hell?!” you mumbled to yourself as you sat down on the bed again to look through them.

Your eyes widened when you read what she wrote:

 Y/B/F/N: Girl I hope you had a good night! I sure did and your fella was so handsome! But call me as soon as you wake up if you haven’t read the news yet!

 Dad: I hope. You are fine and staying safe! We will try to get you back here as soon as possible! But you have to stay inside with Y/B/F/N!

 These messages didn’t make any sense and you thought that the best thing to do was to call Y/B/F/N. She quickly picked up the phone.

“Hey Y/N! So glad you called me! Are you safe?” she asked sounding concerned.

“Yeah I am. Are you? I am still at the flat of my one-night stand. Still deciding whether he is a jerk or not.”

“Well I hope he is a good guy, because you have to stay with him for a little longer. We all are not allowed to go anywhere right now. Monaco is on lockdown.”

“What lockdown?! What is going on?” You started to panic a bit not understanding what exactly your friend was talking about.

“Yeah lockdown! Because of the Corona virus. Someone tested positive here and now everyone has to stay inside for at least 24h so that they can test the relatives and friends of the person. First Corona case here. The government went completely nuts.”

“Oh shit, what?! No, no, no. Do you know how fucked up it is to stay with your one-night stand? Like…what am I supposed to do? Oh no.”

“You will have to deal with it, Y/N. I’m so sorry. At least he is hot. So, you could get it on a couple more times.” You could almost hear her smirk through the phone.

“Not helpful, Y/F/N!” you whisper-shouted; in that moment you saw, that Charles was approaching the bedroom. “Right, I got to go. We will speak later, okay? Stay safe!”

“You too! Call me if he turns out to be a creep! And remember to use protection!” Y/F/N laughed, and you rolled your eyes but had to laugh as well at the silly joke before ending the call the moment Charles entered the room, holding a glass of water with some aspirin already dissolved in it.

You put your phone away and tried not to blush at the sight you got. Charles was still only in his underwear and you hadn’t noticed before how fit he really was, but now his trained body was on full display and your friend was right. He was really hot.

“As much as I like that you are checking me out, I think you should check out this aspirin in water first. It will make your head less heavy.”

Instantly you felt the need to roll your eyes again. He was so nice to you but on the other hand he kind of acted like a douchebag.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the glass, he handed you. He had gotten himself a glass of water as well and sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.

“So, you know how I said that I would be leaving after having the aspirin?” you began talking, after downing the entire thing.

Charles nodded and looked at you, waiting for you to continue talking.

“Well…there is the first official case of Corona here in Monaco and we are not allowed to leave the flat for at least the next 24 hours. I talked to my friend on the phone and she said that the government went completely crazy and no one is allowed to go out for now,” you told him what your friend had said, “and I guess what I am trying to say is that I actually have to stay a bit longer.” You blushed again slightly when you looked at him because it was so uncomfortable for you to say that.

“Oh shit, what? I did not know that! I did not look at my phone yet. Of course, you can stay here! And just so you know, I did not ask you to leave right away anyway. So, I suggest I make a hangover breakfast and call my mother and brother and ask them if they are okay, and you can go and take a shower if you want. Towels are beneath the sink. I think I might also have a spar toothbrush in the cupboard next to the mirror. You can use that. And then we can talk about everything over breakfast?”

Now he was so nice again. You also weren’t sure he wanted to say that he actually did not want you to leave as soon as possible. But it sounded that way.

“Extra toothbrush, huh? So, you do this on a regular basis then?” you grinned and raised an eyebrow at him.

Charles chuckled lightly and shook his head. “I apologize for saying that okay? Let’s not bring this back. I make breakfast and you can get ready.”

“Alright. Sounds great. But I could help you with making breakfast. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you or am using you,” you replied.

He shook his head and smiled. “Don’t worry. I would not think that. You go and take a shower and then we can eat. The bathroom is down the hallway on the right side” he said and motioned in the direction where the bathroom was supposed to be.

You nodded and smiled at him while getting up and grabbing your phone.

“Alright, then…I will see you in a few minutes” you said while putting up a hand to wave at him.

Charles laughed and waved back, getting up from the bed as well moving towards his dresser. You turned around and exited the room. You couldn’t believe you waved at him. Waved! What was the matter with you today? Maybe the hangover had gotten into your head. You looked around the flat while going the way to the bathroom that Charles had described, and your eyes grew wider with each step you took. This boy had to have some money. His flat was actually really big, you had guessed that it was quite large because his bedroom was already huge, but the part of the apartment that you got to see on your way was even more impressive. It was really bright, and his furniture and decorations were chosen tastefully. When you found the bathroom, your breath hitched in your throat because, as you had already expected, it was big. There was a massive shower with a showerhead that was rainforest-style, there was also a big bathtub and it just looked all so beautiful and expensive that you were actually afraid of touching anything. You found a towel for yourself and took off your underwear. You turned on the shower and put it to a chilly temperature to wake yourself up and make yourself feel less shitty. It felt amazing to feel the water on your skin even though it was a bit cold, but you already could feel the dizzy feeling from your hangover fading off slightly. You looked around the shower and after some contemplating chose to use some of his shower-gel to wash off the smell of the previous night.

Just when you had gotten out of the shower and dried off the water that remained on your skin, and had brushed your teeth with the spare toothbrush, you remembered that you of course had no spare clothes with you because you didn’t plan on staying longer. However, you also did not want to put on your clothes from the previous day. You would have to ask Charles to use his laundry machine and probably remain in the towel in the meantime. Or maybe Charles could lend you some clothes. But that would be a bit strange. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything and you did not want to creep him out. It was already so kind of him to let you stay at his apartment (although there was no other choice to be fair). You wrapped the towel tightly around you, took your dirty clothes and tapped out of the bathroom and followed the hallway. You heard some whistling and followed the sound, guessing it was Charles. You entered a living room that was connected to a big rooftop terrace, which could only mean that you were in the penthouse. You looked around to find that the living room was also included an open kitchen and dining area. Charles was hustling in the kitchen with a pan on the stove. He had not noticed you yet and was concentrating on preparing pancakes. “Erm Charles? Could I use your laundry machine to wash my clothes? Of course, I did not bring any spare clothing and I don’t want to put on the dirty laundry,” you said, and he turned around when he hard your voice.

His jaw dropped a bit at the sight of you only wrapped in a towel some drops of water you didn’t catch still glistening on your skin.

“I…yes of course. I will wash them of course! Do you want some clothes from me? I mean…I wouldn’t mind you staying in that towel but maybe that won’t be too comfortable for you,” he shrugged and had this boyish grin on his face again.

You felt a rush of heat shoot up your cheeks all the way to your ears at his remark and could not even say something back. Instead you just chose to nod your head.

“Right, let me get some clothes for you and give me your dirty ones. In the bedroom was some more right? I will take that too, okay? You look after the pancakes and I will be right back!” he said coming over to you and taking your top and panties out of your hands and rushing out of the room already before you could say something.

A few minutes later Charles came back with a t-shirt and some sweatpants for you.

“I don’t have women’s underwear, sorry. But yours will be ready in like two hours. So, I hope this is okay?” he asked while handing you the clothing.

“I mean I hope you don’t!” you laughed and took the garments from him. “Thank you so much though, Charles. This is all very kind of you. I will definitely pay you back for everything!”

“No, don’t worry about that! I am actually glad that you are still here! Now put on the clothes and I finish making breakfast. Do you want tea or coffee?”

You grinned and took the clothes from him. “I will go with tea, I think. It’s easier on the stomach.”

“Tea it is then.”

#charles leclerc #fanfiction #one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 #f1oneshots #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #sorry if this is shit

[justkimberley]

HSMTMTS Thoughts Episode 7

Episode 1   Episode 2    Episode 3   Episode 4   Episode 5  Episode 6

This one is also kinda long (~2200 words)

Nini and Ricky doing a fantastic job harmonizing in Start of Something New

the dance routine around them is absolutely crazy and all over the place

So it seems that Seb is just their resident piano player (side note, who ended up getting Kelsey??)

Big Red with the flashlight trying so hard to keep it on the disco ball

EJ interrupting because of the bell. Does anyone really love Thanksgiving that much??

Also I always forget that American Thanksgiving is like a month later than Canadian Thanksgiving and I was hella confused for a second.

Ricky is so surprised that Nini is complimenting him

Ashlyn as Robotics Team captain! (side note Big Red gives her an impressed look after he overhears that she’s the captain)

Also: debate team, baking club, high priestess of the Renaissance Faire

We love a multifaceted lady

Miss Jenn/Mr. Mazzarra trying to have a ‘my horse is bigger than your horse’ banter except neither of them have the horses they claim to have

“With whoever could possibly love you,” lol ok Miss Jenn went for the head

“Late night party” - party starts at 8 that’s adorable

“Small group or…” “PARTY AT ASHLYN’S HOUSE!”

It’s really interesting learning about Nini’s Lola (? I think that’s how it’s spelled, which is what I believe Filipino people call their grandmother’s), and her story

I’m just really proud of Ricky’s Dad. Like he was in such a bad place 2-3 episodes ago and now he’s taking care of himself and Ricky (even if it isn’t a grandiose Thanksgiving) he’s trying and I think he’s doing great

“We roll hard” I just really love this line

“I suppose if you’re lonely, you could always just… randomly text my drama teacher,” “Too soon… RIck,” “... yeah okay”

That was pretty funny. Also, it seems like Ricky’s okay with his dad dating?

Ricky’s mom waiting for him to call

I don’t know how I feel about this to be honest. I feel like maybe she should have tried to call him first and then if he didn’t answer or want to talk to her, that she should wait for him to make the next move then.

EJ’s truth arc is very funny to me

Big Red and Ashlyn

“I promise not to steal your phone if you promise not to throw a basketball at my face,” “No, the only thing I’d ever throw at your face is a brighter spotlight cause, I like the way you sing

Oof they’re so cute, we love little crushes

Also this might be an unpopular opinion but y’all need to calm down about the whole ‘Ashlyn and Big Red are GAY and they only THINK theyy like each other’ thing. #1 It was never confirmed for them to be gay. #2 You can still have wlw and mlm head-cannons for them! Bi, Pan, and other multiple gender attraction oriented people exist, even if you forget about us sometimes.

They are a cute little pairing of people who are always looking out and taking care of other people. It’s okay for them to do things for themselves.

Ricky debating calling his mom, it took a lot of courage and then Todd picks up.

Hangs up immediately, it almost looked like he was going to have a panic attack. That would be so hard, such an extreme shift

I guess the reason he was more okay with his Dad dating was that his Dad was open and honest with him about it. Calling your Mom only to find out that she has a boyfriend that a. She never told you about b. He knows about you and c. is trusted enough to be left alone with her phone while she showers? Is a lot, and probably means that she started dating him before the split was official.

Ricky going to call Nini and then deciding against it. Why doesn’t he feel like he can talk to Big Red about this kind of stuff? Why does he always go to Nini first?

Gina shows up, those are good looking cupcakes

She made him a hat!

She looks so hesitant before she gives it to him!

Gina’s like ‘look dude, I know something’s wrong, spill the beans’

Ignore it and push through - I understand where she’s coming from but you really shouldn’t ignore your problems, it usually just makes them worse

“Do what makes you happy,” “... Give me that hat,”

Adorable, also do what makes you happy is good advice so we’re a little all over the map here

“That’s too big,” “I’ll grow into it,” (adorable)

Miss Jenn and Mr. Mazzarra’s whole interaction is hilarious.

Don’t burn down my shop! - holy shit, foreshadowing buddies

Ashlyn is so cute! She’s so happy when people compliment her

“I highly recommend not telling someone you love them for the first time on instagram” - yup! That’s what I said in the first one of these I did.

Carlos - “The party may begin!” - I totally thought he said “The party made me gay,” the first time I watched it so uhh yeah

Big Red is lactose intolerant

Carlos’ board game is amazing

“High School Musical the Choosical,” - fantastic name

Everyone is so accepting

Ashlyn and Big Red choosing to be on the same team

“South Side Knights -” “It’s the West High Nights,” “the West High Knights”

Ej is like a compulsive truther now. And it’s kind of hilarious

His face when he says “She laughed!” is hilarious and kind of adorable

“I gotta go join the party, and admit some terrible things, you ladies, catch up!” - I wish we got to see what he was admitting to, I find this whole thing quite funny

I’m glad that Emily and Nini got some reconciliation, I know Nini felt guilty even though it wasn’t her fault

That is not a good cockney accent

Why did Ricky enter alone when him and Gina walked together?

And he left her to open the door on her own with all those cupcakes?

“Buddies,” “We,”

Ricky and Gina both laughing about YouTube, cuties

Look, feelings are feelings and you can’t help what you feel, but pushing someone away and insisting to remain only friends means that you shouldn’t be upset when he makes a new friend

Mr. Mazzara and Miss Jenn

The plug socket is in the frame, more foreshadowing

“He won’t.. Not… fall” this show loves it’s double negatives huh? I don’t not love you, he won’t not fall etc.

“Ok but the center of gravity is off,” YES to different kinds of intelligence being helpful in fields other than the main one people associate them with

Carlos thinking people are going to keep judging him and the theater people being as accepting as possible

EJ is a gleek

What I’ve Been Looking For to the rhythm of Get Your Head in the Game is hard! (Catch me on the piano later trying to figure it out lol)

It just turns into a terrible rap

EJ - “That was terrible,” Seb -  “I’m so happy”

EJ vs. Ricky - “without laughing… or killing each other,”

This is a good parallel to the basketball scene, once again they get kind of aggressive, but this time they also joke around and no one gets hurt

Also I would love to see them become friends, I mean they both need to grow a little before that happens, but I have hopes

They missed the ‘neeee howww’ part of it, I really wanted to hear them do the high voices

EJ’s little “mehh” that sounds like a duck kills me everytime

Gina and Nini awkwarddd

“I do have high hopes for a junior year at East High” oof babey :(

“It must be nice sometimes though, right?” - nini does not understand

This actually gives us an insight as to why they don’t understand each other. Nini would love nothing more than to start a new life with no drama and Gina would love nothing more than to have a life that lasts longer than a couple months before being restarted.

Gina/Nini apology very exciting, hopefully they can actually become friends

“It’s all good,” from Nini seemed disingenuous, I don’t know if it’s because of the Wonderstudy thing or the Ricky thing. 

The sleepover thing I was so worried that it would be a mean spirited thing but I’m so glad it wasn’t

Nini sits on Ricky’s lap when she goes back to the game room and I don’t know if it’s intentional or not but it’s kind of like she’s trying to lay her claim back on Ricky.

Gina looks so happy when a. Carlos calls her in and b. the happy dance about the sleepover! (why’d they have to ruin the happiness??)

Mr. Mazarra returning the favour

“It’s beautiful,” “Math often is,” dudde I feel you I fucking love math

“I cannot stress to you enough how uncomfortable that would make me feel,”

“You know what we should do?” “Break off eye contact sometime soon?”

I’m dying

“It’s about a robot!” this is… pretty adorable. She just wants to make a genuine connection with him

Also are they going to do a romance route with these two? Because I can see them setting it up but also imagine if they just become like… best friends? I feel like they’d be unstoppable.

Musical Choosical Handbook of Rulesicals

“I thought you had never actually played this with people-” “Honey not today of all days,”

Carlos and Seb are the only couple with no bad drama and I’m living for it (please let them just stay happy)

Oops! I knew that jersey question… also it’s definitely the answer Big Red would now because he’s only watched the movie with no words (at his allergists office)

“And do people usually talk like that?” “No they do not.” - gold

EJ the compulsive cheater and also compulsive truther makes a comeback (I seriously find this so funny I don’t know why)

“I love to pop and lock and jam and break,” oh GIna

She’s so happy about winning

Not realistic, you know that the second she called her mom at least someone would be like “pass the weed,” (you know because friends are awesome and also terrible)

“Can you take me off speaker”

Some people are like ‘oh no is she in trouble?’

I kind of hate that it looks like Nini looks sort of happy about Gina’s mom asking her to take her off speaker - I really don’t want Nini to turn into a catty person.

Ricky is concerned

Why did her mom tell her this right now? She should have waited until the next morning, like that wouldn’t have hurt anyone and it would have let them form stronger bonds. And Gina would have had her first sleepover and also they might form strong enough bonds to try and stay in contact with her

Ricky is worried for her, he’s like, ‘You made me feel better, so I’ll go make you feel better’

Nini’s looking upset that Ricky’s being emotionally aware for once? Like dude, he’s grown up a lot since BEFORE summer break? That’s like six months ago I think at this point?

Ricky just wants to help Gina feel better because she made him feel better

She doesn’t understand that they can stay friends even if she leaves and I just :(

“Please don’t do that” he’s so overwhelmed

“My mom moved out two weeks ago and she’s already got a new boyfriend, sound familiar?” Oooh low blow Ricky bud.

“Really don’t need advice from a .. buddy right now,”

Ok but then who does Ricky want advice from? I’m so confused. This boy needs to get a better support system and learn how to use it. Romantic relationships should not be your only outlet for your problems.

Red and Ashlyn

“I hope Gina’s gonna be okay,” - Big Red is so sweet!

They’re so cute

“Hey Big Red? Don’t forget your dip,” - oh she was so going to ask him out and then lost the nerve

Write something for yourself.

It’s a hard thing to do, dude. It’s also hard to let yourself feel so vulnerable, even if it’s only you that’s going to hear it

Gina packing, I feel so sad for her, she’s finally made some good friends and now she has to leave again. She kept the badge! :( 

EJ losing followers and being cancelled, at least we know why now

It seems like a lot of EJ’s self worth comes from how others think of him. So losing followers is probably a pretty big hit. I wonder if he’ll keep going with his whole truth thing when it has these consequences or if he’ll just go back to what he was doing before. I hope that he has a positive arc but, will it go downhill from here? I hope not.

Ricky about to apologise to Nini (why did he erase it, he probably should have sent that) - side note: their conversation before was them asking each other if they were going to the party

It’s interesting that Nini had pictures of EJ and Ricky up still

Gina’s crying face is making me cry

“Hey mom, it’s me, I miss you so much,” tears

Nini hanging up pictures of her grandma and the musical. She’s really trying to move forward from boys huh?

Is nini going to apply to the theater school??

Electrical fire???????? WHy??

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #episode 7 #kimberleysthoughts #mypost #kimberleyreacts #feel free to come yell into the void with me about this show #the void is always open #(the void is the name of my askbox lol)

[imagineseclipse]

TWNG 6-Ice cream in the middle of October?!

<<<Part 5 Part 7>>>

You lay your heavy head down on the cold table with the intent on napping for an eternity. Just as you were about to fall into a deep sleep you were abruptly awoken by a pair of hands slapping down on the table in front of you.

You lifted your head, your hair falling onto your face hiding your dark circles. To say you hadn't slept the night before would be an understatement. There were so many thoughts running through your mind at the moment, why would your father bring you all the way back to Beacon Hills if it wasn't important?

Who else was involved?

Who was in danger?

"Jesus y/n you look like trash"Phoebe grimaced at your appearance. Seb and Ally were close behind her, settling down into the empty seats either side of you with cups of coffee. Phoebe sat opposite you, her eyes focusing on you intently.

"Thanks cousin, I can always rely on you to make me feel good"you rolled your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face revealing your tired eyes.

Seb peered down at his coffee debating with himself before sliding it across to you. Your werewolf reflexes kicking in on their own. Catching the cup of hot liquid before it spilt on anyone.

You mumbled a Thankyou before sipping it slowly, cringing at the taste of the hot drink you had just been handed.

“Seb, are you sure this isn't actually your coffee?"you scrunched up your nose trying to get rid of the taste that was left in your mouth.

"No I definitely brought it for you"Seb lied.

“You’re forgetting that I can practically hear you lying, my werewolf senses are telling me differently”you shook your head as you sent him an amused grin.

"Also there's like a million sugars in that do you want your teeth to fall out?!"you taunted him, sliding the coffee back towards him. It was quite obvious that he wasn't supernatural because he made a quick attempt at catching the cup in his hands. However he'd obviously forgotten how hot it would be as he yelped out in pain, letting the coffee drop to the ground.

From across the table you could see Phoebe raise her eyebrows trying to make sense of what was occuring.

Ally sat in silence next to you her head engrossed in a book she had been reading she briefly looked up at her brother smirking before pinching the bridge of her nose wondering if Seb had inherited any brain cells at all.

The whole time Phoebe's eyes were trained on you.

"I really fancy a ice cream"she contemplated as she twiddled her fingers, anyone would have thought that she was being serious but you caught a glimpse of the menacing look on her face. The three of you all looked towards her, slightly baffled by her sudden cravings.

"It's the middle of October and it's raining"Ally gawped at Phoebe with confusion.

“Y/n do you want an ice cream?"Phoebe leant forward as if she was challenging you.

You honestly didn't know if there was a right or wrong answer to that question so you decided to go with the answer that made you sound less crazy.

"No, I think I'll pass"you replied to your cousin slowly.

"Great"She chirped as she pulled you up off your seat dragging you outside towards the ice cream van.

"Ice cream seriously?"you folded your arms in front of your cousin, who was obviously a good actress because her chirping had died down and she was now sending you a stern glare.

"That was the first thing I could think of"she whined disappointed at the excuse she had just made because now she had to buy an ice cream to make it look more believable.

"What's wrong with you y/n, something’s going on I mean I haven't seen you this stressed since- well never and not to mention you keep losing control"she grew concerned.

"Are your parents acting weird?"you blurted out, never answering her question directly, you figured that Phoebe wouldn’t stop until she got the answered she wanted and if you tried to lie to her... well you just couldn’t.

“You're acting weird"she shot back. She hesitated for a minute leaving the two of you in silence.

She sighed, letting her unwanted ice cream drip down the sides."Yes, yes they are acting weird I didn’t really think anything of it at first but then you moved here suddenly and that’s how I knew something was up"Phoebe finally admitted, looking up at you.

"How? Have they told you anything? Have you seen anything? Do you know anything?!”you started to bombard her with questions left right and centre.

"Okay y/n relax for one second, they haven't told me anything but they are being really secretive and your dad is always over at my house nowadays so are the Stilinski's now I think about it , and trust me there is honestly not that much to catch up on so they can't even use that as an excuse"Phoebe started to ramble on, the two of you didn't even notice the two teens stood behind you.

Your eyes met Ally's and she shook her head, a small lopsided smile on her face. Her arms were folded but not for long as she stretched out her hand in front of Seb who reached into his pocket pulling out a handful of cash, slapping it into his sisters hand.

It was obvious they'd had some kind of bet.

"Guys?"Phoebe signalled for them to join you both.

“Don’t worry we weren’t eavesdropping, Seb wanted an ice cream but -oh my god I was so right I knew there was something going on around here”Ally exclaimed she quickly stated before she continued to talk about the issue at hand.

You and Phoebe glanced at Seb who had his hands in the air as if he'd been caught out.

“So we’re still worrying about the ice cream situation and not the other problem we have, huh figures”Ally tutted to herself.

"In my defence the one Phoebe's holding looks so delicious"Seb almost squealed when Phoebe rolled her eyes handing him the half melted ice cream. He didn't care that his sister had just exposed his weird habit.

“Ally?"Phoebe prompted her best friend again.

"Let me start by saying that mine and Seb's parents are weird, I mean we have evidence-She gestured over to Seb who was happily eating his chocolate chip ice cream.

-but they aren't this weird, they have never acted like this and my moms always been honest with me but recently I've caught her in a lot of lies and my banshee senses are just telling that something isn't right and they weren’t working before so the fact that I am now starting to get bad feelings means something right? Because I thought I wasn’t working"Ally explained, confirming your suspicions all along as she started to panic.

"Can i also say that me and Seb made a bet, i knew they were up to something but he wanted to bet on it and here I am with his money"Ally added, trying to lighten the mood. With no success.

“So we all agree that something is going on here"you exhaled before looking at your friends. All three teenagers nodded in sync. You were all on the same page. Thank god you weren’t going crazy.

"What should we do?"Phoebe asked the group, her hands playing with the zip on her jacket.

"Is there anything we can do? I mean we're just teenagers and we don't actually know what's happening"Ally spoke up.

"But remember they were all teenagers once and they figured it out, guys look if they are in danger surely there’s something we can do"you had hope.

"We do our research"Seb mumbled quickly finishing his snack.

"What if we don't have time for research, I mean my dad was in quite the rush to pack up and get here what if we're running out of time?"you replied.

"In that case then we'd better get started"Seb answered, clapping his hands together.

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[amandaj718]

Emmerdale Not Live but Organized - January 9, 2018

Welcome to the very late pre-show. I more than likely won’t be watching live tomorrow either, but I will be here for the big show on Thursday. I will make sure of that. So, yeah.

Let’s crack on!

The Café Crew

Laurel and Bob are getting awkward now. Like…eek.

Using their kids to talk about their real feelings is pretty funny. Not ‘ha ha’ funny but funny.

Doug always behind the ball. *SNORT*

The wifi code is flatwhite. Real creative Bob.

I see that Bob gets crap from Bernice and that’s it. Robert got public shame every fucking month. This Bob cheating storyline is just…lame. LAME. *I’m angry today, so this might get crazy in this review*

Yeah, Victoria and Rebecca’s friendship is nonexistent. Lying to a friend? *side eye to Rebecca*

Rebecca is a piece of shit. Since, guys, she is running in the middle of the night with Robert’s child. She is kidnapping. Plain and simple. Robert is on the birth certificate. He is the dad. He is trying to do the right thing for his son. They are running. In the middle of the night. Making plans. THE WHITES LOOK SHITTIER RIGHT NOW. *FIGHT ME*

Oh. Laurel. HONEY. He thought the balloons were for her. She thought Bob was coming for her. *MY HEART* *BUBBLE WRAP TIME*

Huh. Bob and Laurel shared a moment there. *sigh*

I want to give Laurel a hug. A big hug.

The Pub Crew

Why are they talking about this in public?!? Stupid asses. I can’t wait till they are off my screen.

Everyone is lying to Roberts' face. He is doing the right thing and going forward through the proper channels. Has done everything they have asked and they are still treating him like shit.  Yes, he has done a lot to the Whites but let's NOT BE STUPID. The Whites aren’t angels or innocent in anything. Since the whites have showed up, they have been trouble, starting shit and getting out of it. They are trash covering up with money. They are a reality show family on Bravo. They are The Trump Family. They don’t deserve a happy ending. Never.

“You better get on your knees and pray baby.” – Charity *SNORT*

I think Paddy is going to break up with Chas or cheat on her. Just saying. That or Chas will cheat first. Since Chas has done that quite a bit. Paddy too.

David’s Café

Lisa. LISA. BELLE IS IN DANGER.

Lachlan will hurt her at some point. Not just break her heart. He will break something.

I’d be uncomfortable with my boyfriend's mother paying for my place. You want to be adults? Live alone? You pay your way.

Brenda’s Great Adventure

Bernice is her sidekick for this. That is kind of cute.

I love the Jane Austen inclusion. I am a huge fan. I love my Jane.

Doug helping is kind of cute.

I wonder if that was an accident and they left it in. Her slipping in the mud. BULL?!?! WHAT BULL?!?!?!

Oh. The Bull was off camera. Lol

I thought they were married? Ok then. *shrug* I won’t lie. I am kind of into Bob and Laurel than Bob and Brenda. *hides*

The flickering light is an interesting touch. Nice mise en scene *FILM CLASS MOMENT*

I thought Viv was the love of Bob’s life? Just saying.

The Police Station

I love the history being used here with Charity. I love how it is being presented. It's not a info dump either. Very good show.

Charity has a jail kit! *LOVE IT*

Do you think The Dingles faces are all up in the police station as a family portrait? Like, each year they take a big family picture and send it to the cops? Easier that way.

Charity’s backhanded apology was great.

Joseph’s face makes me happy.

Home Farm

Shut up, Rebecca. You have only been here for a year, and you caused the worst storyline of the year to happen. FUCK OFF.

Good moments? WHEN? You have been drama and trash since we met you.

Its all about you Rebecca. As per usual. The troll and the princess.

HATE THIS FAMILY. LEAVE. NOW. NOOOOWWWW.

Keepers Cottage

My boy is smart. Robert knows something is up since they are all schemers.

Smart. My mom hired a PI when she was fighting for me against my piece of shit father.

PI are allowed even in mediation. It's backup. So, Victoria, don’t worry.

Oh. Hello, Robert.*Fans myself* I love feisty fighting Robert. I love seeing Robert fight for his son. Since HE CAN FIGHT FOR HIS CHILD. Especially when that family is kidnapping him. You know what? If he weren’t fighting people would be talking shit. If he is fighting for Seb people, give him a hard time. PICK A SIDE FANDOM. Robert is a well-rounded character. All of this makes perfect sense.

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Sam lives in a world where most people have an animal tied to their soul. These animals are referred to as Anima. An Anima does not show itself until it's human is five years of age. An Anima has many abilities; shape-shifting and teleportation being two. They have the ability to shape-shift up until their human meets their soul mate, at which time the Anima will permanently shift to resemble their human's mate. Now there are a few unfortunate humans who have no physical soul. These humans are known as Tyrants. Tyrants are few and far between, at most there are about a hundred in the world at a time. Since the Tyrants do not have an Anima, they receive the abilities that their Anima would have had. Although a Tyrant can shape-shift, it is not known if they settle shapes as an Anima does as no Tyrant has even been known to find their mate. Sam woke up early to go for a run before school. After slipping his shoes on he calls to Sebastian who promptly appears on his shoulder in the shape of a ferret. Sam walks out of the house and to the end of the block before slipping in his ear buds and beginning to run towards the lake. It only takes Sam about twenty minutes to jog the three miles to the lake. When he gets to the edge of the water he stops for a few moments to let Sebastian go into the water to cool off. When Sebastian lands back on Sam's shoulder, Sam turns around and begins to run again. Getting lost in the feeling of running, Sam doesn't notice his surroundings, or the man standing along the edge of the road. Sam runs into the man with enough force to knock him down. Surprised, Sam hesitates for a moment trying to figure out what happened before reaching down to help the man up. Pulling out his ear buds Sam says, "I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and didn't see you standing there. Usually there is nobody out this early, much less around here. Are you okay?" He gives the man a concerned look. "Thanks," the man says when Sam helps him up. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little sore. Not your fault, I should have moved when I saw you coming," he answers rubbing his side. "Once again I am so sorry." Sam looks at the man closely for the first time. He has shoulder length golden hair and eyes that could only be described as the color of sunshine through a glass of whiskey. The man is quite a bit shorter than Sam. He is thin but looks very muscular. Realizing he is staring, Sam blushes brightly. He holds out his hand, "My name is Sam." The man takes his hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you Sam, my name is Gabriel," he replies. "Are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before." "Yeah, my family just moved in last week. Today was the first day I have gotten away from my siblings." Gabriel's face brightens as he talks about his family. Sam smiles. "Do you have many siblings?" he asks. "Yeah. I have two sisters and eight brothers. All of my siblings except two brothers are younger than me. My oldest brother is twenty and my youngest sister is five." His smile widens when he mentions his sister. "Sorry, I'm not sure why I'm telling a stranger all this," he says suddenly. "It's okay, I don't mind. You are lucky to have such a big family. It's only my brother, my father, and me. My mother died in a fire before my first birthday." "I'm sorry to hear that. My mother passed away almost three years ago from cancer." Gabriel looks at the ground, his smile gone. "I'm so sorry." Sam looks down resisting the urge to hug the smaller man. "It's alright, you learn to live with it after a while." Sam opens his mouth to speak when his phone starts buzzing. Confused, Sam pulls it out of his pocket to see why it is going off. When he turns the screen on he sees that it is already 6:30am. "Shit, I gotta go. I still need to get ready for school. Will you be at school today? That is, if you are still in school," Sam asks, trying not to sound too hopeful. "Yeah I will. Maybe I will see you there." He smiles and winks before turning and walking away. Face flaming, Sam smiles before putting his ear buds back in and running back home. Sam is only about a quarter of the way home when he realizes that Sebastian has disappeared. Reaching out with his mind he says to Sebastian, "Where did you disappear to?" "I got bored of you running so I jumped back home," he replies. "Oh okay. Can you let me know if Dean or dad wake up before I get back?" "Of course Sam. Be safe." With that Sebastian severs their link. Sam can sense that he is hiding something but he doesn't push the subject, knowing that Sebastian will tell him when he is ready. Sam arrives home in a record time of twelve minutes. When he walks into the house, a quick check tells him that Dean is still sleeping. Rolling his eyes at his brother's laziness, he walks to Dean's room and knocks on his door. He yells, "Get up!" as loud as he can without disturbing his father. Sam waits until he hears a groan before walking to his room to grab a change of clothes and heads to the shower. When he gets out, Dean is sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. "Mornin' Sammy," he says with a yawn. "Morning Dean. Got football practice after school today?" Sam replies while pouring himself some tea. "Yeah, we don't have practice tomorrow since coach has surgery so it won't be over 'til about seven tonight. You can come watch if you want or make other arrangements to get home." "Okay, I might go to the library after track. I'll text you what I decide later." Finishing his tea he asks, "Ready to go yet?" "Yeah." Dean stands up, grabbing his backpack and keys before walking outside. Ashton flies out after him in his usual shape of a raven. "You coming Seb?" Sam asks mentally. "Nah, I don't feel like sitting through class today. I might come in at lunch." "Okay, stay out of trouble." Sam grabs his backpack and walks outside to find Dean sitting in their father's '67 Chevy Impala. Sliding into the passenger's seat he asks, "Does dad know you are taking the Impala?" "Yeah, he's not going anywhere today so he gave me the keys last night." Dean starts driving towards the school. Only a few minutes later they are pulling into the parking lot reserved for seniors. They both exit the car with their bags. Once they get inside the school they go down their separate hallways. On the way to his locker, Sam scans the faces in the freshman hall looking for Gabriel, as he never asked what grade he is in. Not seeing him anywhere Sam grabs his laptop and books before heading to first period. Seeing Lucifer walking ahead of him Sam calls his name. He turns around and smiles. "Heya Sammy! How was your weekend?" "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Sam tries to keep a serious expression but ends up smiling at the ridiculous look Lucifer is making. "Weekend was boring as usual. I got to see my uncle finally. How 'bout you?" "Boring, as always. Hung out with Charlie for a couple hours on Sunday. She is still trying to set me up with all kinds of people." "Sounds fun," Sam says sarcastically. A small mouse pokes his head out of Lucifer's sweatshirt. Sam smiles. "Hey Jax." "Hello Samuel," he replies in a bored sounding voice. Lucifer rolls his eyes at his Anima's formal way of speech. While Sam and Lucifer are talking they arrived at their first class. When Sam walks into the classroom behind Lucifer he sees Gabriel sitting in the usually empty seat next to his. He freezes for a fraction of a second before walking to his desk. Lucifer sits down in his seat in the front. "Hiya Sam. I didn't think you would be in any of my classes, you look kinda young," Gabriel says to him as he sits down. "Yeah, I am. I'm only a freshman but I'm in all junior classes," Sam replies quietly. "That's awesome! So you must be really smart, huh?" Gabriel asks enthusiastically. "Yeah, I guess so," Sam says modestly. "Maybe you could help me with my work while I'm still getting used to the city." Gabriel gives Sam a small wink before facing the teacher as she starts speaking. Sam's face flushes as he turns. With a sigh he pulls out his notebook for the class, already knowing he won't be able to focus. As the class continues Sam can't stop his thoughts from drifting to Gabriel. At the end of the period Sam asks Gabriel, "What class do you have next?" Gabriel pulls out his schedule and gives it to Sam to examine. "Let's see. You have Algebra II, then World Lit before lunch. After lunch you have Chemistry, Study Hall, then lastly Personal Fitness." Sam flashes Gabriel a smile, "Well we have the same schedule so I can show you to your classes if you want," he says shyly. Gabriel smiles at him warmly. "That would be great thanks!" "Anytime," Sam says returning the smile. Suddenly Lucifer yells, "Just kiss already!" Sam's face flames as Gabriel laughs then yells back, "Maybe later, I don't want to overwhelm the poor kid!" His face turns even redder at Gabriel's comment. Sam grabs his books and hurries out of class just as the bell rings, vaguely aware of Gabriel right behind him. Right before Sam walks into the Algebra room a small bird materializes in front of him carrying a note. Sam holds out his hand and the bird drops the note into his palm. He reads it as he walks into class. It says: sorry Sammy, Charlie is rubbing off on me. You two would be cute together :D -L Sam rolls his eyes and slips the note into his pocket as he sits down in his usual seat. "You can sit anywhere, we don't have assigned seats in here," Sam say when Gabriel looks around. Charlie and Jo walk in as Gabriel chooses a seat directly behind Sam. Charlie takes her normal seat to the right of Sam and Jo in front. Balthazar walks in a second before the bell rings and claims the seat to the left of Sam. Turning in his seat, Sam makes introductions. To Gabriel he says, "This is Charlie," pointing to the redhead on his right. Charlie smiles and waves. "Hello!" Sam points to the blonde girl in front of him. "This is Joanna, but call her that and she will murder you." She smirks. "I go by Jo." Lastly Sam points to the guy with spiky blonde hair to his left. "And this lovely fellow is Balthazar." Balthazar smiles at him slightly. Gabriel smiles at them all. "Hello. It's nice to meet you all, my name is Gabriel but please call me Gabe." Charlie turns to Sam with a wide smile. "Sam you are finally making friends outside of our group!" she says excitedly. Sam rolls his eyes. "Oh shut it." "You know it's true," Jo says laughing. Sam sticks his tongue out at them and pouts causing the girls to bust out laughing. Gabriel can't help but chuckle at the group. "Oh come on, not you too!" Sam exclaims, pouting even more. "Sorry Samster," Gabriel says with a smirk. Balthazar shushes them once the teacher stops the presentation. "At least look like you were paying attention before she comes over here." Charlie and Jo roll their eyes, clearly used to him acting like this. After that they all stop talking and focus on the lesson. They go through the rest of the period trading only a few comments. Once the bell rings they all head to the World Lit. room with the exception of Balthazar. They all sit in the same position as the previous period. At the beginning of the class the teacher tells them that they are starting the Norse Mythology unit. They don't talk much during class, all absorbed in what they are learning. When the 4th period lunch bell rings Jo and Charlie are the first ones out the door. As Gabriel collects his books Sam says, "Hey Gabriel?" "What's up Sammoose? And please it's just Gabe." "Okay, Gabe. Um... well, would you like to sit with me at lunch? As much as I hate to say it, Charlie was right when she said I don't have many friends. And you seem nice and funny. If not it's okay, I really don't mind..." Sam blushes when he realizes he was rambling. Gabriel chuckles at him. "Yes, I would like to sit with you at lunch. Do you mind if my brother and sister sit with us? They are freshmen this year and they aren't used to this big of a school." "Yeah of course!" Sam replies, wanting to meet some of Gabriel's siblings. When they walk into the cafeteria Sam shows Gabriel where he usually sits before he goes off to find his siblings in the mass of people. Sam sits down and waits for Charlie, Lucifer, and Jo to come in. It's only a few seconds before they walk in. Charlie is talking loudly and waving her arms around, probably talking about some fandom. As they get closer Sam can start to hear their conversation. Charlie is saying, "There is absolutely no way Thor can beat Loki! Thor is just a useless pretty boy without his hammer!" Jo replies with, "Sorry but Thor is way stronger. He could beat Loki's wimpy ass without a problem." Lucifer can't contain his laughter by the time they reach the table. "What do you think Sam? Who would win in a fight, Loki or Thor?" Charlie asks. "Oh, no. Leave me out of this, I'm not picking sides." At that time Gabriel walks up with a boy and girl. "Hey Gabe, these must be your siblings." "Yup. This is Ezekiel and this is Anna," Gabriel replies with a smile. Ezekiel sits down between Jo and Gabriel. "It's nice to meet you," he says somewhat shyly. "He goes by Zeke usually. It's nice to meet you all," Anna says as she sits down next to Charlie. "Nice to meet you both!" Charlie says when Anna sits. "My name is Charlie. That's Jo, Lucifer, and Sam." She points out each person in turn. Turning her attention to Gabriel, Charlie asks, "Who do you think would win in a fight, Thor or Loki? Jo says Thor would win but I say it would have to be Loki!" Gabriel sits next to Sam before replying. "Sorry Jo, Charlie is right. Loki is stronger and he doesn't rely on a hammer for his powers." "HA! I win!" Charlie says enthusiastically. Jo rolls her eyes, "Fine you win." She tries to pout but she can't hide her smile. Towards the end of lunch Charlie says, "So Luce, I heard you have a football game next week." "Yeah, it's our first one of the year." "Is the team good enough to win yet?" Sam asks curious. "Well we have an epic defense this year and if we play the way we do in practice, then we will be unstoppable on offense," Lucifer replies excitedly. "Dean said you guys had a good team this year, I just didn't think it was that good." "Yeah we do!" Sam turns to Gabriel. "Do you play any sports?" he asks. "I was thinking about doing track again. I did it for five years at my old school," Gabriel says after considering for a moment. "Well you are in luck, track sign-up started this week. Our first official practice is next week. What events do you do?" "I started off doing the high jump and throwing discus but I started doing the long jump, and running both the 1500 meter and 3000 meter run." "Wow! That's awesome. I do the long jump and 1500 meter also. Are you any good?" "I'm okay at them. I'm better at the running than I thought I would be." Ezekiel, who had been listening in on the conversation, interrupts. "He is being modest, which is very unlike him. He has never lost at high jump, discus, and long jump. In the 1500 meter and 3000 meter runs he has only ever placed in the top three." Gabriel's face turns red as Ezekiel shares this information. "Really?" Sam questions with an amazed look. "Uhm, yeah," he replies slowly. "Hmm.I'm thinking that Ellen is going to love having you on the team." Sam flashes him a warm smile. A/N: This story is only edited by me so any mistakes are my own. If you notice any mistakes or if something doesn't make sense please let me know and I will go back and change it. I am hoping to update this story much more frequently than my others. Any feedback is welcome, please just don't be too harsh. For now, the second chapter is set to be posted in a week tops.

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Beyond the Edge: Chapter 1

So this is my first Supernatural fan fiction and the first fix I have posted on here. I hope y'all enjoy. Any feedback is wonderful. * * * * * * Sam lives in a world where most people have an animal tied to their soul. These animals are referred to as Anima. An Anima does not show itself until it's human is five years of age. An Anima has many abilities; shape-shifting and teleportation being two. They have the ability to shape-shift up until their human meets their soul mate, at which time the Anima will permanently shift to resemble their human's mate. Now there are a few unfortunate humans who have no physical soul. These humans are known as Tyrants. Tyrants are few and far between, at most there are about a hundred in the world at a time. Since the Tyrants do not have an Anima, they receive the abilities that their Anima would have had. Although a Tyrant can shape-shift, it is not known if they settle shapes as an Anima does as no Tyrant has even been known to find their mate. Sam woke up early to go for a run before school. After slipping his shoes on he calls to Sebastian who promptly appears on his shoulder in the shape of a ferret. Sam walks out of the house and to the end of the block before slipping in his ear buds and beginning to run towards the lake. It only takes Sam about twenty minutes to jog the three miles to the lake. When he gets to the edge of the water he stops for a few moments to let Sebastian go into the water to cool off. When Sebastian lands back on Sam's shoulder, Sam turns around and begins to run again. Getting lost in the feeling of running, Sam doesn't notice his surroundings, or the man standing along the edge of the road. Sam runs into the man with enough force to knock him down. Surprised, Sam hesitates for a moment trying to figure out what happened before reaching down to help the man up. Pulling out his ear buds Sam says, "I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention and didn't see you standing there. Usually there is nobody out this early, much less around here. Are you okay?" He gives the man a concerned look. "Thanks," the man says when Sam helps him up. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little sore. Not your fault, I should have moved when I saw you coming," he answers rubbing his side. "Once again I am so sorry." Sam looks at the man closely for the first time. He has shoulder length golden hair and eyes that could only be described as the color of sunshine through a glass of whiskey. The man is quite a bit shorter than Sam. He is thin but looks very muscular. Realizing he is staring, Sam blushes brightly. He holds out his hand, "My name is Sam." The man takes his hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you Sam, my name is Gabriel," he replies. "Are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before." "Yeah, my family just moved in last week. Today was the first day I have gotten away from my siblings." Gabriel's face brightens as he talks about his family. Sam smiles. "Do you have many siblings?" he asks. "Yeah. I have two sisters and eight brothers. All of my siblings except two brothers are younger than me. My oldest brother is twenty and my youngest sister is five." His smile widens when he mentions his sister. "Sorry, I'm not sure why I'm telling a stranger all this," he says suddenly. "It's okay, I don't mind. You are lucky to have such a big family. It's only my brother, my father, and me. My mother died in a fire before my first birthday." "I'm sorry to hear that. My mother passed away almost three years ago from cancer." Gabriel looks at the ground, his smile gone. "I'm so sorry." Sam looks down resisting the urge to hug the smaller man. "It's alright, you learn to live with it after a while." Sam opens his mouth to speak when his phone starts buzzing. Confused, Sam pulls it out of his pocket to see why it is going off. When he turns the screen on he sees that it is already 6:30am. "Shit, I gotta go. I still need to get ready for school. Will you be at school today? That is, if you are still in school," Sam asks, trying not to sound too hopeful. "Yeah I will. Maybe I will see you there." He smiles and winks before turning and walking away. Face flaming, Sam smiles before putting his ear buds back in and running back home. Sam is only about a quarter of the way home when he realizes that Sebastian has disappeared. Reaching out with his mind he says to Sebastian, "Where did you disappear to?" "I got bored of you running so I jumped back home," he replies. "Oh okay. Can you let me know if Dean or dad wake up before I get back?" "Of course Sam. Be safe." With that Sebastian severs their link. Sam can sense that he is hiding something but he doesn't push the subject, knowing that Sebastian will tell him when he is ready. Sam arrives home in a record time of twelve minutes. When he walks into the house, a quick check tells him that Dean is still sleeping. Rolling his eyes at his brother's laziness, he walks to Dean's room and knocks on his door. He yells, "Get up!" as loud as he can without disturbing his father. Sam waits until he hears a groan before walking to his room to grab a change of clothes and heads to the shower. When he gets out, Dean is sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. "Mornin' Sammy," he says with a yawn. "Morning Dean. Got football practice after school today?" Sam replies while pouring himself some tea. "Yeah, we don't have practice tomorrow since coach has surgery so it won't be over 'til about seven tonight. You can come watch if you want or make other arrangements to get home." "Okay, I might go to the library after track. I'll text you what I decide later." Finishing his tea he asks, "Ready to go yet?" "Yeah." Dean stands up, grabbing his backpack and keys before walking outside. Ashton flies out after him in his usual shape of a raven. "You coming Seb?" Sam asks mentally. "Nah, I don't feel like sitting through class today. I might come in at lunch." "Okay, stay out of trouble." Sam grabs his backpack and walks outside to find Dean sitting in their father's '67 Chevy Impala. Sliding into the passenger's seat he asks, "Does dad know you are taking the Impala?" "Yeah, he's not going anywhere today so he gave me the keys last night." Dean starts driving towards the school. Only a few minutes later they are pulling into the parking lot reserved for seniors. They both exit the car with their bags. Once they get inside the school they go down their separate hallways. On the way to his locker, Sam scans the faces in the freshman hall looking for Gabriel, as he never asked what grade he is in. Not seeing him anywhere Sam grabs his laptop and books before heading to first period. Seeing Lucifer walking ahead of him Sam calls his name. He turns around and smiles. "Heya Sammy! How was your weekend?" "How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Sam tries to keep a serious expression but ends up smiling at the ridiculous look Lucifer is making. "Weekend was boring as usual. I got to see my uncle finally. How 'bout you?" "Boring, as always. Hung out with Charlie for a couple hours on Sunday. She is still trying to set me up with all kinds of people." "Sounds fun," Sam says sarcastically. A small mouse pokes his head out of Lucifer's sweatshirt. Sam smiles. "Hey Jax." "Hello Samuel," he replies in a bored sounding voice. Lucifer rolls his eyes at his Anima's formal way of speech. While Sam and Lucifer are talking they arrived at their first class. When Sam walks into the classroom behind Lucifer he sees Gabriel sitting in the usually empty seat next to his. He freezes for a fraction of a second before walking to his desk. Lucifer sits down in his seat in the front. "Hiya Sam. I didn't think you would be in any of my classes, you look kinda young," Gabriel says to him as he sits down. "Yeah, I am. I'm only a freshman but I'm in all junior classes," Sam replies quietly. "That's awesome! So you must be really smart, huh?" Gabriel asks enthusiastically. "Yeah, I guess so," Sam says modestly. "Maybe you could help me with my work while I'm still getting used to the city." Gabriel gives Sam a small wink before facing the teacher as she starts speaking. Sam's face flushes as he turns. With a sigh he pulls out his notebook for the class, already knowing he won't be able to focus. As the class continues Sam can't stop his thoughts from drifting to Gabriel. At the end of the period Sam asks Gabriel, "What class do you have next?" Gabriel pulls out his schedule and gives it to Sam to examine. "Let's see. You have Algebra II, then World Lit before lunch. After lunch you have Chemistry, Study Hall, then lastly Personal Fitness." Sam flashes Gabriel a smile, "Well we have the same schedule so I can show you to your classes if you want," he says shyly. Gabriel smiles at him warmly. "That would be great thanks!" "Anytime," Sam says returning the smile. Suddenly Lucifer yells, "Just kiss already!" Sam's face flames as Gabriel laughs then yells back, "Maybe later, I don't want to overwhelm the poor kid!" His face turns even redder at Gabriel's comment. Sam grabs his books and hurries out of class just as the bell rings, vaguely aware of Gabriel right behind him. Right before Sam walks into the Algebra room a small bird materializes in front of him carrying a note. Sam holds out his hand and the bird drops the note into his palm. He reads it as he walks into class. It says: sorry Sammy, Charlie is rubbing off on me. You two would be cute together :D -L Sam rolls his eyes and slips the note into his pocket as he sits down in his usual seat. "You can sit anywhere, we don't have assigned seats in here," Sam say when Gabriel looks around. Charlie and Jo walk in as Gabriel chooses a seat directly behind Sam. Charlie takes her normal seat to the right of Sam and Jo in front. Balthazar walks in a second before the bell rings and claims the seat to the left of Sam. Turning in his seat, Sam makes introductions. To Gabriel he says, "This is Charlie," pointing to the redhead on his right. Charlie smiles and waves. "Hello!" Sam points to the blonde girl in front of him. "This is Joanna, but call her that and she will murder you." She smirks. "I go by Jo." Lastly Sam points to the guy with spiky blonde hair to his left. "And this lovely fellow is Balthazar." Balthazar smiles at him slightly. Gabriel smiles at them all. "Hello. It's nice to meet you all, my name is Gabriel but please call me Gabe." Charlie turns to Sam with a wide smile. "Sam you are finally making friends outside of our group!" she says excitedly. Sam rolls his eyes. "Oh shut it." "You know it's true," Jo says laughing. Sam sticks his tongue out at them and pouts causing the girls to bust out laughing. Gabriel can't help but chuckle at the group. "Oh come on, not you too!" Sam exclaims, pouting even more. "Sorry Samster," Gabriel says with a smirk. Balthazar shushes them once the teacher stops the presentation. "At least look like you were paying attention before she comes over here." Charlie and Jo roll their eyes, clearly used to him acting like this. After that they all stop talking and focus on the lesson. They go through the rest of the period trading only a few comments. Once the bell rings they all head to the World Lit. room with the exception of Balthazar. They all sit in the same position as the previous period. At the beginning of the class the teacher tells them that they are starting the Norse Mythology unit. They don't talk much during class, all absorbed in what they are learning. When the 4th period lunch bell rings Jo and Charlie are the first ones out the door. As Gabriel collects his books Sam says, "Hey Gabriel?" "What's up Sammoose? And please it's just Gabe." "Okay, Gabe. Um... well, would you like to sit with me at lunch? As much as I hate to say it, Charlie was right when she said I don't have many friends. And you seem nice and funny. If not it's okay, I really don't mind..." Sam blushes when he realizes he was rambling. Gabriel chuckles at him. "Yes, I would like to sit with you at lunch. Do you mind if my brother and sister sit with us? They are freshmen this year and they aren't used to this big of a school." "Yeah of course!" Sam replies, wanting to meet some of Gabriel's siblings. When they walk into the cafeteria Sam shows Gabriel where he usually sits before he goes off to find his siblings in the mass of people. Sam sits down and waits for Charlie, Lucifer, and Jo to come in. It's only a few seconds before they walk in. Charlie is talking loudly and waving her arms around, probably talking about some fandom. As they get closer Sam can start to hear their conversation. Charlie is saying, "There is absolutely no way Thor can beat Loki! Thor is just a useless pretty boy without his hammer!" Jo replies with, "Sorry but Thor is way stronger. He could beat Loki's wimpy ass without a problem." Lucifer can't contain his laughter by the time they reach the table. "What do you think Sam? Who would win in a fight, Loki or Thor?" Charlie asks. "Oh, no. Leave me out of this, I'm not picking sides." At that time Gabriel walks up with a boy and girl. "Hey Gabe, these must be your siblings." "Yup. This is Ezekiel and this is Anna," Gabriel replies with a smile. Ezekiel sits down between Jo and Gabriel. "It's nice to meet you," he says somewhat shyly. "He goes by Zeke usually. It's nice to meet you all," Anna says as she sits down next to Charlie. "Nice to meet you both!" Charlie says when Anna sits. "My name is Charlie. That's Jo, Lucifer, and Sam." She points out each person in turn. Turning her attention to Gabriel, Charlie asks, "Who do you think would win in a fight, Thor or Loki? Jo says Thor would win but I say it would have to be Loki!" Gabriel sits next to Sam before replying. "Sorry Jo, Charlie is right. Loki is stronger and he doesn't rely on a hammer for his powers." "HA! I win!" Charlie says enthusiastically. Jo rolls her eyes, "Fine you win." She tries to pout but she can't hide her smile. Towards the end of lunch Charlie says, "So Luce, I heard you have a football game next week." "Yeah, it's our first one of the year." "Is the team good enough to win yet?" Sam asks curious. "Well we have an epic defense this year and if we play the way we do in practice, then we will be unstoppable on offense," Lucifer replies excitedly. "Dean said you guys had a good team this year, I just didn't think it was that good." "Yeah we do!" Sam turns to Gabriel. "Do you play any sports?" he asks. "I was thinking about doing track again. I did it for five years at my old school," Gabriel says after considering for a moment. "Well you are in luck, track sign-up started this week. Our first official practice is next week. What events do you do?" "I started off doing the high jump and throwing discus but I started doing the long jump, and running both the 1500 meter and 3000 meter run." "Wow! That's awesome. I do the long jump and 1500 meter also. Are you any good?" "I'm okay at them. I'm better at the running than I thought I would be." Ezekiel, who had been listening in on the conversation, interrupts. "He is being modest, which is very unlike him. He has never lost at high jump, discus, and long jump. In the 1500 meter and 3000 meter runs he has only ever placed in the top three." Gabriel's face turns red as Ezekiel shares this information. "Really?" Sam questions with an amazed look. "Uhm, yeah," he replies slowly. "Hmm.I'm thinking that Ellen is going to love having you on the team." Sam flashes him a warm smile.