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[utmostzenith]

"Huh!"

She was surprised that she got a compliment for her cooking, all things considered that his food had far more flavor and whatnot. Truthfully, she didn't know how to spice things as there wasn't much of that on the streets and anything in the trash cans were usually rock solid and stuck to the bottom of their container. Though still she would make note of such, she was quite interested in learning new things after all.

"I mean, thank you. And yes, I'd like to learn how to cook better. Someone I knew when I was little told me that one of the best ways to make friends with someone is with good food, and I want to make friends one day so I need to learn how to make more things. I'm only this good at the noodles because they are something I eat often, I can put whatever I want with them and the broth is nice and warm to drink during cold days."

She knew that drinking the warmth of a liquid or food would warm the body, she would mentally thank her mother both when she was a child and now as a ghost for the guidance given that's helped her survive to this point. She saw the opportunity he was giving to improve on a skill she deemed necessary to have.

"Other then lack of seasoning, I hope you enjoyed the rabit meat, it was freshly caught in one of the snares around my camp and theres more in the fridge. Those snares happen to be one of the reasons I went out today, I don't seen the point of having them active if I'm not there to check them."

She says as she takes a bite of her own noodles, using a fork as well as the broth is steaming hot. She enjoyed the flavor on her tongue, along with a bit of egg and some meat. She couldn't complain as her body was thankful to be receiving so much food compared to normal, she couldn't remember the last time a meal made her feel full until Kefla adopted her.

Is this the first time she gets a compliment?

Finishing the rest of the meal and putting it aside. Silence as he listens.

Being able to cook is not a must to have friends. You need to be sociable, extroverted, and agreeable to be around. Ah, I guess you wouldn't know what extroverted means. It means you're someone who is talkative, friendly, and social. More importantly, you have to care about having friends. Still, I don't mind teaching you how to cook.

Don't be an antisocial piece of shit like your father.

I don't think you'll have trouble making friends. In fact, if you had gone to school. You'd likely have plenty. If there's something like a school on this planet, anyway.

He wasn't concerned with anything this planet had to offer back then. His goal was having a strong child, after all. Furthermore, even if there was a school on this planet. Luka was too far behind in education to be able to keep up.

I can't say I enjoyed the meat, Luka. It was bland and tasteless. Only the noodles had flavor. There's potential, though. It shouldn't take long before you can make something decent under my teaching.

[impalakiing]

i'm not gonna just sit here and let you do this by yourself.

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" --I don't need help from somebody like YOU though." Dean was quick to reply. He was never to type to reach out to anyone for help, more often than not choosing to try and figure things out on his own-- fix everything on his own. And if he ever found himself in a situation where he would be truly FORCED to ask for help... Well, he certainly would NOT ask it from a DEMON. "In fact, things might get even worse if you do come with me--- So no, thanks. I really don't need your help." I don't trust you was what he actually meant.

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The Second Inkaversary

🎉it's a little low-key this time around, but it's been another year with this writing blog. 🎉

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[impalakiing]

If Sam didn't call him... What would he do? Well, it had been a couple of months since the youngest Winchester had left, had walked out without looking back, leaving a broken-hearted Dean behind & Dean hadn't received any calls yet...

& most likely he never would get any calls from Sam. Because John had made it clear that if Sam left for Stanford, then he could never come back-- implying he'd be dead to him. Dean hadn't said a word then, just watched the two of them fight-- which probably had made his brother assume he agreed with all that their dad was saying.

That wasn't completely true-- Although he agreed with John that what Sam was doing was a MISTAKE, that they simply couldn't turn their backs on who they were like that, he could also understand why his younger brother was doing that. Deep down, that was something Dean had also wished for once upon a time-- Doing what everyone else did, having what everyone did, just... Being a hundred percent NORMAL. Not worrying about saving anyone, saving the goddamn world, not having to make any sacrifices-- it must be a wonderful feeling.

So he couldn't really blame Sammy for wanting that. Being left behind really fucking sucked though-- Everything about being a hunter was so HARD, but having Sam by his side had helped make things easier. Family was the most IMPORTANT thing in the world to the eldest brother--

He would never turn his back on his family like Sam had.

"If he doesn't call, I-- I don't know, Bobby. I just..." He paused, taking a long sip of his beer, shaking his head.

"This job can be really SHITTY sometimes, but still someone has to do it-- I can't just walk away like he did. And I can't leave my dad either-- I just CAN'T."

Resistance lies in the older male, though futile at best. At times Robert had to remind himself of the differences between them. Dean lived a hunters life since childhood, and that seed turned into a full tree of stoic masculinity. Not that Bobby was without his own faults in the least, but seeing his boy avoid the conversation did bring him a tinge of hidden disappointment.

Sunlight warmed wrinkled flesh and Robert took a long sip of the chilled ale. The alcohol did little to calm serious worries over the younger hunter's mental health. For all of Sam and Dean's fights, they were still brothers and they still needed one another. Bonds like theirs had deeply intertwined roots and no matter what the eldest brother proclaimed, he was affected. Bobby knew his sons. No matter if they were blood or not.

"And if he don't?" The tense question snaked its way into the once lighthearted conversation. Of all Bobby's qualities, beating around the metaphorical bush certainly wasn't one of 'em. A slight pause and Robert found a nestled need to express something that they didn't often speak of.

"Now listen here, boy. You ain't really nothin', and Sam ain't either." The soldier-esque kid that sat alongside him had to be shelled a reality check, that was for sure. "STOP puttin' that in y'er own head. Sam don't need to do anythin', and neither do you." He couldn't stop the boys from huntin', that was for damn sure - not with John's parenting style, but he'd sure as shit make sure that Dean didn't view himself as some body to be thrown to the wolves.

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[lifeline-au]

THE ADDISONS are now available for calls.

SPAMTON is now unavailable for calls.

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[impalakiing]

" --Emotional support knife collection?" He echoed, green eyes continuing to examine the knife in his hand. It looked COOL and it could be incredibly useful if what she was saying was true & it could indeed cause damage to spirits & demonic beings. It would help them a great deal while they were hunting, for sure.

"Your WHAT now?" The hunter questioned, eyebrows furrowed. "You and your difficult words..." He rolled his eyes. "Anyways, the person who placed the 'blessings' on these knives was like... A wizard like Dumbledore or something? You know some pretty weird folks, don't you?" As if he were one to talk.

                  🌸  ┊ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑      for     Dean Winchester   @impalakiing​       

        ❝  uh that… is part of my emotional support knife collection...  ❞    she whispered, her cheeks slightly flushed as she moved motioned towards the pillow case and other sections of the room,      ❝  i tend to hide them throughout the room... incase there is a need for them ━━ though that blue jade one that you are holding is the twin to my red dagger...  ❞

          she turned a little away from him, before lifting her shorts on the right side of her leg before unlatching the red jade dagger from its hiding place. settling the clothing back down, turned to move closer to him revealing the sharp dagger as she twisted it around.     ❝  both are a gift from my 三叔 ( sān shū - third uncle ) for my fourteenth birthday. they can harm both spirits and demonic beings alike thanks to the blessings placed on them and for the fact that jade holds special properties.  ❞

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[utmostzenith]

Originally, I was going to make a long ass post about this, but I don't have the time to breathe. Because Kefla is a demon, he cannot experience or understand the concept of malice, empathy, and guilt. He is still aware of their existence, though.

[impalakiing]

The way she talked made it clear she wasn't from around here-- A DEMON, he wondered? Nah, those were good at fitting in when they wanted to, & hardly ever would let anything slip that would give away their true identities when they were trying to go unnoticed.

So this woman must be some other thing-- he hoped she was something he'd already encountered before & so he'd be able to deal with whatever she intended to throw his way easily...

What if she was actually just a HUMAN BEING though? A weird or crazy one but yeah. It was a possibility that he was reading too much into things.

" --This 'realm'?" Dean questioned, eyebrow raised at the girl. "What, you came from Asgard or something? Should I call you 'my lady'?" He snorted, shaking his head as he began to head for the exit of the bar.

&& @impalakiing ;; XX

"not always." eyes narrow briefly-- hard to note if one wasn't paying attention. there's something odd about this oyster-- something she can't quite pick up on. the lightest tilt of her head, blue and silver hues seem to be scanning over him; sizing him up, in a way. well over a foot higher than her, even with her boots boosting her up. there's something dangerous about him.

she's been known to enjoy playing with danger.

"just when they need to learn a lesson. touching a girl without asking could have given him much worse-- he could have lost an eye, for instance. might even deserve that, still." a quick blink, body twisting as she turns to see where the man remains, collapsed on the ground in pain; funnily enough, whilst people continue to care for the whimpering mess, none seem too focused on the girl at fault.

nodding her head to the side as attention returns to the other, brows raise quickly as her focus turns to the bartender; several large, some even unusual coins dropped on their counter, far more than what she hadn't even ordered as she steps past the man, then turns back when she notes the other isn't following behind her. "weren't you leaving as well? best move quick if you'd like to escape the guards-- or, whatever this realm calls them."

[impalakiing]

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Worried

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Summary: A night out without your partner never goes smoothly… so the way that tonight goes does not surprise you at all.

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Anger/Shouting, Possessiveness.

“Geonbae!” You cheer with your friends, holding your glass in front of you before taking it to your mouth to scull.

You have lost track of the time, drunk and happy as you spend the evening out with your closest friends. You had majored in engineering at university, and graduated a couple of years ago, so unsurprisingly, your closest friends were men. This had never phased you though, half of them were dating each other, and the others you saw as the family you never had.

Posing for a photo, you think none the wiser as your youngest friend Sehun posts the picture on Instagram, tagging you in it. You are having so much fun, dancing and laughing along with the boys as evening turns to night, without a care in the world.

After a while, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom, and much to your dismay, though you are not surprised, the line is long, so you pull your phone out of your bag to keep yourself entertained while you wait.

That is when you see it.

Three (3) Missed Calls: Baekhyunnie

Three (3) Text Messages: Baekhyunnie

Your stomach drops, and your anxiety shoots up instantly. Your boyfriend knew you were going out tonight, of course, you don’t hide things from him, though as you try to recall, you realise that you may have forgotten to tell him who you were going out with.

Baekhyun knows the guys you are out with, he has met them a handful of times, but he has his own life, his own friends, so has never taken a huge interest in them… until now. You bite your lip as you swipe to unlock your phone, allowing the messages to light up on screen, and you see that they were sent consecutively, a whole hour ago.

Baekhyunnie

Jagiya.

Baekhyunnie

It’s late. I think you’ve had enough fun tonight.

Baekhyunnie

Come home. Right now.

By the time that you finish reading, you are at the front of the queue, rushing to use the toilet and washing your hands thoroughly before grabbing your phone back out of your bag. You do not waste any more time, texting the boys to let them know that you had to leave, as you head outside, and your phone rings again.

Incoming Call: Baekhyunnie

“Yeoboseyo?” You answer, grateful to have been dancing so much that you are now close to sober, though maybe the anxiety helped you sober up too.

“Where are you?” Baekhyun asks, his tone is cold, “I’m driving round the city, which club are you at?”

You reply quickly, naming the street that you are on too, and you try to compose yourself as you see him pull up in his favourite silver sports car. You open the door to let yourself in, struggling to make eye contact as you fasten your seatbelt just in time for him to speed off again.

It is not often that Baekhyun gets like this, his anger oozes from him, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you look over at him. You are sure that what he is thinking is not good, but you know that you need to hear it.

“Baekhyun,” You murmur, “Talk to me, please?”

You watch his grip tighten on the steering wheel, and his jaw clench, as he quickly glances over at you before looking back out in front of him. He breathes heavily, a deep inhale, and an over exaggerated exhale before he speaks.

“What am I supposed to talk to you about?” He asks, “I have nothing to say.”

That is a lie, you are certain of that, and the way that his eye twitches is a dead giveaway. He is driving faster than usual, though he does usually speed in this car, and you watch the streets flash by as you get closer to home.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask, though you know what the answer is, anticipating it already, “I’m sorry.”

You should not be sorry, you know that you shouldn’t, but you feel guilty, for not being completely honest. Baekhyun would have said no if you had told him where you were going, who you were going with, he gets so nervous when you spend time with other men. He never believes you when you tell him they are only friends, and that you only have eyes for him.

“I am,” He replies flatly, “I’m so fucking mad.”

This sets you off, because he has no reason to be mad at you. You should be allowed to have friends, see friends, do whatever you want, but he is so… possessive… jealous, controlling. It isn’t fair, and you want to make sure that he knows it. Though here you are, having left the club early, sitting in his car, surely going to beg him for forgiveness.

“You never let me do what I want,” You sigh, “Why don’t you trust me?”

You watch the streets as you fly past them, recognising the area as you get closer to home. Baekhyun is livid, you can see it in the way that he grips the steering wheel, in the way that his foot has the accelerator flat on the floor.

“I trust you,” He replies, as you are jolted forward when he parks in the garage, “I just don’t trust anyone else. Get out.”

You do as you are told, only because you don’t want to make this worse for yourself, and you follow him inside your house, only barely getting your shoes off before Baekhyun continues to rant at you.

“What if something had happened to you?” He asks, “I didn’t know where you were, or who you were with until Sehun tagged you.”

He was worried… through the anger in his tone, the strain of his fear and sadness breaks through. He has always been bad at processing his feelings, at displaying and communicating them well, but you see right through his outburst.

“Baby…” You begin to speak, but you are cut off before you get anywhere.

“I’m not your fucking baby!” He shouts, only realising the harshness of his words as you recoil, flinching slightly, he tries to double back, “You’re my baby… I’m supposed to take care of you.”

You are not sure what to think, or what to do, but you do not move as he steps forward, and you let your eyes flutter shut as he raises his hands to your face, holding you gently. You find it easy, maybe too easy, to give in, to believe him when he says that you are his to take care of. Though he has always shown you that, he has proved himself over the years that you have spent together, you are his, and he does take care of you.

A part of you is regretful, that you had made him upset in the first place, though the logical side of your brain knows that you needn’t be, you are slipping, and you aren’t fighting it. You let him hold you close, you kiss him back with the same tender forcefulness in which he kisses you, and you let him take control.

“I love you,” He murmurs, his lips still touching yours, “I love you so much.”

You lift a hand up, to run your fingers through his soft hair, opening your eyes to stare into his own, getting lost in them as you always do.

“I love you too,” You reply sincerely, “I’m yours, Baekhyunnie.”

Baekhyun closes the gap between you again, smiling into the kiss as he guides you further into your house, leading you towards the bedroom. You know the halls so well that you don’t need to open your eyes, and you trust Baekhyun wholeheartedly, to protect and take you exactly where you need to go.

When Baekhyun gets like this, you are never quite sure what to expect, whether he will take you hard, or be gentle and sweet, you don’t have a preference between the two, as long as you are guided and told, you obey and you accept what you are given.

“We should get you out of this dress,” Baekhyun comments as you pass through the doorway into your bedroom, “Though it’s hardly a dress with how short it is.”

You only nod your approval, mentally rolling your eyes at his statement, before Baekhyun does exactly as he said, easily slipping the fabric down and over your shoulders, leaving you in your bra and panties with the silk dress now pooled at your feet.

You don’t want to let go of him, and you sigh in content as he leans in to kiss you, your nimble fingers quickly working at the button of his jeans. Baekhyun pulls his shirt up over his head, and your hands work faster to free him from the rest of his clothing.

You are desperate as you tug his jeans down, already eyeing his evident erection, though you don’t dare to touch it, you know well enough his rules, no touching until told to. You are meek and behaved, just how he likes you to be, and you watch on eagerly as he undresses.

“I love you, baby,” Baekhyun murmurs, guiding you down onto the bed, following closely to hover over you, “Don’t make me feel like that again, okay?”

“I love you too,” You reply with a nod, tilting your chin up so that you can kiss him again, feeling the cool of his fingertips as they brush across your collarbones, “I won’t, I promise.”

His kisses are soft, tender and loving, clearly indicating to you that he is going to be gentle, and your body yearns for it. Heat surges between your legs as Baekhyun guides you further up the bed, your hands gripping to his shoulders so that he cannot move away.

Your clinginess makes Baekhyun chuckle as he kisses you, his right hand trails down your front as you whimper in anticipation. You want to make him feel cared for, as much as he makes you, and the only way that your foggy mind can think of this is by hooking your legs around his thighs to pull him closer.

“Please, Baek,” You mumble, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as his fingertips trail over your hip bones, “Don’t make me wait.”

You try to contain your whimpering as his hand makes its way to your core, your hips moving reflexively as you try to bring him in. He does not have to be rushed or pressured, every movement is metered and precise, finding your entrance to gently breach with two fingers, gentle and slow, though you aren’t sure if you need it like that.

Baekhyun’s cock hardens with every stroke of his fingers inside you, and the feeling of it on your thigh is almost enough to drive you insane. His fingers work you perfectly, chasing your high in only a matter of minutes, your pleas for mercy and for him to fuck you instead fall on deaf ears.

It is not until your thighs begin to shake does Baekhyun give you some reprieve, moving to thrust his cock into you, only seconds before you tip over the edge. Baekhyun’s moans escalate as you clench to him, and your head spins as he fucks you harder than before.

You can’t tell when one orgasm ceases and the next begins as Baekhyun continues to fuck you, his words slurred from his own pleasure, chants and affirmations of love and praise as he chases his own high. Your nails leave deep marks down his back, desperately gripping to him as you feel his movements start to falter.

“You’re gonna let me fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks, though you know that it is a warning, not an offer, “You’re so good to me.”

You nod, your eyes pleading, desperate mumbles of approval leave your lips as you feel his cock twitch in you, watching the way that his eyes glaze over as he releases, splattering your insides, claiming you as his own again, as if you were ever not in the first place.

“I love you,” You gasp, “Fuck, I love you.”

The pair of you laugh as Baekhyun slows down, pressing his forehead to yours as he catches your breath. It is euphoric like this, both on high, in love and so comfortable. All ill-feelings from this evening are gone and forgotten, forgiven for now. Sure, you wish he would be better at talking, but he loves you so much, and you love him too.

[impalakiing]

At first, Dean had been against someone like Allie diving into this life-- Being a HUNTER was no easy thing, it was quite DANGEROUS, something that wasn't fun at all. Besides, one didn't earn any money from this nor recognition. It was a very rough, difficult life with little to no rewards for all the hard work. & when he'd first met the girl, he thought she was too... Delicate, too soft for this, to become a hunter.

Yet she was stubborn and determined to show him she could do this, she was brave & eager to learn-- & eventually Dean had given in, after all if she truly wanted this... It'd be best if he taught her how to do it properly then, so as to avoid her getting herself KILLED.

"Me? Laugh? I'd never do that." He replied, but a snort did escape him. "But y'know... You might want to wear more comfortable shoes next time-- 'cause I don't think high-heeled shoes are suitable for hunting. The way they made you fall on your ass-- " & now he was full on laughing.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna be a scarred princess now. Super hot-- " He smirked but soon his expression turned into a serious one, as he grabbed the needle and thread and got ready to start giving her the stitches she needed.

A sigh was released as he frowned slightly. "I wish Sam was here." He blurted out in a whisper. "He was the one who was good at calming people down in situations like this." His brother was probably better at the whole stitching wounds up thing too-- But Allie didn't have to know that.

" --Okay, take a deep breath. I'll try to make it QUICK."

@impalakiing plotted for a pre-show thread

Blood dripped ever so slightly from a cut across sunkissed skin, tainting her forearm. The hunt had been somewhat successful, a monster lay dead. That counted, right? In reality, her aim had been shit. Shooting a weapon just didn't come naturally to her. All of the movies made it look easy. One or two sessions and then boom! Expert handler. She, on the other hand, was still crap. Hitting targets proved much easier than attempting to use a rather large gun to stream out round after round of rock salt.

The frustration embed and flowed off of her like a river on a high moon. The bank of her skin barely held back treacherous waters. Allie was... sort of used to being good at everything. Prom Queen in high school, full scholarship to Princeton, Champion gymnast, head cheerleader... Sure, those skills were a far reach from handling a gun but hitting a shoulder rather than a head was a piss-off no matter the scenario. Not that it mattered much with spirits, but still.

"Ow, careful!" The novice hunter flinched as antiseptic soaked her wound. Stitches needed, wonderful. Being a nursing graduate came in handy for such situations but this one certainly couldn't be tended to on her own. "Just... don't count. Do it." A deep huff and the blonde readied herself for incoming pain while she sat on the end of a too-firm motel bed. "If you fucking laugh I swear to god, my heel is going up your ass!"

She gave a petite crack of her knuckles, then her neck and closed her eyes. A long, calming breath came. "Fuckin' Xena Warrior Princess, this is only gonna' make me hotter." and by that, she meant being a badass. Albeit, a more scarred badass.

[yoificfinder]

Ok 1) Thank you so much, you do such a good job. Honestly, I don't know how you do this. You must be magical (or put in a ton of work but hey same thing really)

2) I'm trying to find a fic I read ages ago on AO3. Please help, I'm starting to think I fully imagined it but I'm not that creative. It's yuri/otabek. Yuri is trans masc but not out, Otabek is gay but not out. Their parents set them up in hopes of a "traditional marriage". While scrambling to turn eachother down, they realize this is a perfect out. They get "married", move to the US (from russia), Yuri is able to finally live as a man. After a while they get together for real. Etc Etc happy ending and whatever. Do you have any ideas? I can't find it to save my life?

Hello! Thanks for this message. I'm glad you think so.

We've actually curated quite a list of fic recs so most are scheduled reblogs these days (that I queue when I have free time). And ofc, I receive A LOT of help for fic search requests. Thanks to the lovely, helpful people, you know who you are! 🥰

Anw, the fic you're looking for is

Oh my god, they were husbands by @venom-for-free [E, 44K]

"My son," his mother began, and even before she added more, he was afraid. Nothing good ever came with that tone.

"You know how we meet with the Carters tomorrow, right? They have very close family friends, a nice Russian family with a daughter. Her name is Yuri. And she's the prettiest—"

Otabek drowned out the rest.

Of course. Of fucking course. He hated cursing, but this was an instant when it was okay because, honestly, what the fuck were they thinking?

" … they are a very influential family. I'm sure you've heard of the Plisetsky name."

Yeah. Otabek heard of them. Every Kazakh had. Nikolai Plisetsky was quite famous. He founded a giant oil company, and since the 2000s, Russia continued to climb to the top of the world's oil-producing countries, leaving the Plisetskys with more money to their name than even his family had. And that alone was frightening.

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Or: The AU in which Otabek and Yuri are pressured into marriage by their respective parents, but manage to avoid it for the longest time until they finally meet someone they actually like. Is it weird to fall in love with your husband? Especially when your family thinks he's your wife?

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