Sterek AU: Deputy Derek and the Sheriff have been working on a particularly hard case for a few months. This meant a lot of late nights working at the Sheriff’s house. Unfortunately for Derek this also meant a lot of time spent getting hit on by the Sheriff’s teenage son. Which was totally annoying and definitely not adorable, or flattering, or in any way tempting. Nope. Definitely not that.
I’m so tired. Have been for like an hour at least. But am I sleeping? No, of course not, because that’s what smart people do and my name is Angel and I’m a fucking dumb ass. Instead of scrolling around Tumblr and watching arrow. Shame on me.
Sam is judging me……Don’t judge me you beautiful Moose.
human! Dean/ angel! Cas AND demon! Dean/ human! Cas
protect each other ;D
Oh. My. God. So this guy at work is getting on my freaking nerves. So he thinks he is the fucking boss. He is not. He came after me and so has less knowledge of what’s going on then I do. So he kept handing me menu’s and barking orders for me to “take them to table 22.” “Take them to 4” So eventually I got sick of it and was like, “You know you can seat them too. Why do you keep handing me the menus when your closer to the table?”
"Because I’m the coordinator and you’re the host. So you do the running around."
"No. I’m ALSO a coordinator. Check the schedule. We gotta share coordinating."
So he just kinda rolled his eyes. So a little later we’re on a wait, so I get the clip board out and start taking names. I have the clipboard in my hand and this group of “Cute girls” came in and he grabbed the clipboard, THAT WAS IN MY HAND, and started trying to snatch it. SO I pulled it back and then HE pulled it back and I just let it go because customers were looking at us like we were crazy, because we were fighting over a clipboard, but it was in my fucking hand. So he’s like “I got it. Oh I so got it.”
So then I just figured out what to do. I looked over his shoulder. Memorized the list. Then when tables were open I just started taking the people to them and sat them myself. He wasn’t looking out for tables and I was so I decided where people went. So for like 20 minutes he didn’t do anything because I was doing everything. I took the marker and put it in my pocket so I could mark down which tables I sat and which were open.
This fucking kid I swear to God. Every time we work together he fights me for dominance and I will not submit to him. If he knew what he was doing then fine. If he’d been there longer then sure. But this kid is fucking slow, doesn’t know which tables to seat, he seats all out of rotation, and he just wants to be king of the castle. I hate to fucking break it to him but I’m better than him, and that’s not even me saying it, Joey told him that I’m a better host than he is. So until he gets better than me, or I leave, I’m the one who will be calling the shots.
Fuck this kid and his lazy, bull shit, controlling ways. I know I sound controlling, and I kind of am, but it’s because I have a plan. When he has a plan, then maybe I’ll let him be in charge. But as long as he’s going to stare at the chart like a dumb ass and then seat the wrong sections so the servers come over and get pissed at ME, fuck it. I know how to be the boss ass bitch and I will continue to do it.
let’s face it - you’re either a dick person or a cock person, and it’s pretty unbearable to read a fanfic with the wrong expletive describing a penis
I just said this out loud and agreed I’m probably a cock person myself and my grandmother was like, “I prefer family jewels thank you. And Omg now all I can think of is seeing that in a fanfic,
"He pulled the zipper down and exposed his family jewels….."
All I can see is like a stream of diamonds and rubies falling out of his pants!
"Cas! Cas! Why…..why would you put those there?"
"I’m sorry Dean, I was informed that family jewels were hidden in a man’s pants."
I am DYING.
A kid spends years having someone in their family tell them that they’re ugly, stupid and good for nothing. Feeling like they’re not good enough. So they grow up, get sorted in Gryffindor and spends all their time doing anything for attention because they just want to feel like they matter. They want people to acknowledge the good, or crazy things they’re doing so they can feel like they they’re making a difference. They just want someone to notice them and say something positive. So that they can prove they aren’t worthless like they’ve been told all along. That they can and do make a difference.
When you ship yourself with someone, but that someone is a part of your OTP so you’re just there like
I was right! It was the 21st
Angel Rhiannon Crawford May
(My phone is broken so I don’t know what day it is) 2011 (I wanna say 21st? I’ll get a newspaper later, whatever)
(I still head all my stuff like I’m in school. Some things just never go away.)
(Why does putting your middle name on stuff make it feel so official?)
So if you’re reading this it means I’m dead. Fucking bummer. Oh well, life goes on….well not for me… Anyway, Hello next generation of Hunters, or current generation, guess it depends when I died and who found this….well first of all I’d like to start out by saying if you are a new generation, if you’re about to start doing this because it sounds “exciting” or “dangerous” or like “an adventure” turn the hell back now. Seriously. Like, I’m not kidding, put this journal down and run away. That reason alone is not going to carry you through all the shit that’s about to come your way. This is not a game that you can stop playing when you get bored, or scared. You can’t call a time out. It’s like a gang, blood in, blood out. Once you start the only way out is in a pyre of flames and smoke.
Now I’m not saying you have to have some tragic back story or need for revenge to do this job. Far from it. My parents are both alive, nobody I loved was killed by a monster, hell none of them even know that monsters are real. My reason for becoming a Hunter is this, I want to save people. That’s it. That’s my whole motivation. But you know what? It’s what wakes me up in the morning when I’ve had 3 hours of sleep and what keeps me up at night researching when all I want is to just close my eyes for a minute but I can’t, because there are monsters terrorizing innocent people and if I can help them then I should. You need a reason to do this job. You need a GOOD reason. Revenge is always a best seller, but a genuine will to help people will work just as well. Maybe better because you’re not blinded by hate and instead want to do good for people just because you’re that type of person.
Not to say that anyone who doesn’t do this for revenge is a saint. Screw that, I’m totally selfish. I help people because I know I can and because it makes me feel good to know I’m making a difference. Yea I’m helping people, but also in a kind of selfish way…
Anyway, now that my ranting and scolding you like a mother is over, let’s go back a bit….
My whole journey into this life started about 2 weeks ago. I know, I know, “Well how come it’s taken you this long to start your journal?” My response to that? Bite me. I’ve recently discovered that not only are monsters real but that there are people who dedicate their lives to Hunting them. Plus once I found out that this was a thing I just KNEW I had to be a part of it. I refer you to my, “I wanna make a difference and save people and feel selfishly good about myself” speech of earlier. But the one who introduced me to it all was giving me shit. Like he owned the right to endanger his life or something. I can be an idiot too thank you very much…..I’m getting off topic again. Damn I feel bad for you guys reading this, you are so much better off finding another Hunter’s Journal, seriously….
(I’m gonna write my actual backstory tomorrow. Maybe Thursday depending on how tomorrow goes. Not that yah care. But just as my own plan. I’m accomplishing Cosplay stuff. Yay me! )