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[viciousoverlord]

"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.

@imundus

" --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.

[inkblot-inc]

The Second Inkaversary

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

I think this past year of writing has let me get through a decent bit of ideas I already had in the chamber which is dope.

That being said, It's my hope for the upcoming year of writing that I get to set up some new story ideas and AUs that have spawned in my brain as well as expand on the ones that I and, presumably you(?), love. 😂

I can't tell you how much I enjoy sharing my stories as well as chatting about them with y'all. I'm not one to get sappy or sentimental, but it does make me happy when i think about just how much I've used this outlet.

It's been a pretty solid Year Two, you guys 👌🏾

Check out all of my fics [HERE], get caught up, check out something you haven't read yet cuz it's right there, or reread some shit cuz why the fuck not?

I would tag peoples and all that but hey, lil fun fact, I'm not-... actually *home* to think the rest of this shit through (celebrating some irl stuff dw). safe to say it's a decent amount...

[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.

[jadeleechsupportgroup]

Envenomate - 3

It’s never good to lose track of the eels.

Floyd was supposed to be at the bar, and Jade was supposed to be watching the door, but now neither of them is where they should be. ‘Worried’ is less the word you’re looking for than is ‘concerned.’

Your watch lights up and a text rolls across the screen. It’s just a string of emojis, but you get the message.

🐍🐟🚫🅰️😠

You sigh. You had hoped for a few more minutes to finish your makeup, but it’s probably best to resolve the situation before someone loses their patience. As it turns out, someone is Ace.

“Bro, we’re literally on the list!”

Floyd just laughs. “I don’t need to check a list to know that small fry aren’t on it.”

Ace is about to snap when he sees you. He waves frantically as if you’re not headed toward him directly already. “Hey!”

You fold your arms over your chest in a show of annoyance, though it conveniently helps you fight some of the cold air blowing in from outside while you’re at it. “Floyd, could you let my friends in, please?”

“Ehhhh…what if I don’t wanna, lil’ Seahorsie?”

You give him a look. He smirks maniacally, daring you. But you know him too well to back down. “Jade!” you call.

Floyd rolls his eyes and swings back to face the growing queue. “Fiiine, geez, you’re so boring. Don’t break anything, kids.” He ushers the squad inside.

“Thank you, Jeeves,” Ace snickers.

Floyd trips him accordingly, but Deuce reacts fast enough to catch him.

Another sigh. “Well, hey, you all made it. Please let that be the most chaos you cause tonight.”

Epel and Deuce nod as if they’re not the same classmates ready to square up with anyone who blinks at them wrong 100% of the time.

“How’d you do on the test?” Deuce asks as the four of you meander through the Lounge. “I got an 83.”

“Oh, damn, I forgot to check,” you tell them. “I def got the last two questions wrong, though. And whatever was on the bottom of page 3 really had me stuck.”

Epel waves off your concerns. “Eh, you probably did fine. I didn’t check mine, either.”

“Hope you told your boy we’re drinking on your tab tonight,” Ace says when he comes back with four bottles of beer.

You take a polite sip of yours and pass it back to him. “Here, extra one on me.”

Ace tilts his head in his silent way of asking you what’s wrong. You reply with your mild-wince-and-one-shoulder-shrug combination to tell him it’s nothing.

A leather glove the temperature of the basement storage room lands on your bare shoulder, uncomfortably close to your neck, careful not to hide the red circles adorning it. “Regrettably, it will be some time before Azul is available, little Seahorse,” Jade says in his usual honeyed tones. You can feel the wet warmth of his breath. Imagining the inside of his mouth makes you cringe so hard you might as well turn inside out.

“Yeah, thanks, I figured,” you say as you wriggle out of his grasp with less-than-casual urgency. “I’m fine here.” You throw yourself into the middle of your friends with all the subtlety of a kid doing a cannonball at a pool party.

Jade shrugs and leaves you with a smile that’s too small to show his teeth but too tight to hide the bulging shape of them against his taut cheeks.

You take your beer back from Ace after all.

“You okay?” Deuce asks with a glance at Epel, suggesting the ludicrous notion that they would fight Jade on your behalf.

“Yeah, fine. Don’t worry about the weirdos.” Ace made a pretty sizable dent in your beer, so you’re able to chug the rest of it in a few gulps.

It’s good that Azul wants to keep you safe, and it’s fine that he wants his twin mercenaries to keep an eye on you. It’s just that sometimes you wonder how safe you really are.

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[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.

--

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?

[slafkovskys]

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#5

hear me out girl dad beech

baby was born senior year of high school and the mom is out of the picture so Beech is trying to juggle his junior year and a two almost three year old.

tell a friend to tell a friend, she’s baaaccckkkkkk

“do you want your water?” you ask the little girl, looking down as she curls her arm around your knee. she’s quiet for a moment, staring at a group of boys on bikes passing by across the street and you clear your throat, smiling down at her when she looks up, “earth to leni.”

“daddy?” she responds, pointing her finger toward the arena. her tiny fingers poke at your knee as she looks at you curiously.

“yes, we’re going to see your dad, len, but do you want your water, ma’am?” the almost three-year-old takes a deep breath before looking away, back towards where the bikers had now turned the corner and disappeared. going with your gut, you grab the starbucks cup that was full of water and shut the car door, and hold out your hand, “hold please.”

her tiny hand grabs onto your bigger one and you start in the direction of the arena. she asks for her water and you hand it over, grateful that you now had one less thing to hold onto as you come to the door. you type in the code that you absolutely were not supposed to know, but johnny had given you anyway, and hold the door open for the little girl in the lavender leotard. once the door closes behind you, leni looks up, a silent ask of permission, and you let go of her hand, letting her weave her way through the hallways of yost. you stay hot on her trail though and when you finally make it to the open arena, it doesn’t take long before her presence is noticed.

“noureen!” a few of the boys chorus and she giggles, grabbing onto your hand again for help down the stairs.

“hi,” leni (real name eleanor, but growing up around hockey was rarely called eleanor) says as she gets to the glass. “daddy!”

johnny skates over, looking at you with raised eyebrows as you lift leni to stand on the brim of the glass, “hi baby. how was dance class?”

“we played and then i, i got a cake pop!” leni turns to look at you, “can i have my shirt honey?”

leni knew that your name was y/n, but after she heard johnny’s mom call you that once, she had refused to call you anything but. you hum, “yeah babe.”

you set her on the ground and pull the umich sweatshirt over her head picking her up again as the boys start to swarm, “cake pop? where’s mine?”

she hides her face in your neck, “i ate it.”

grano gasps, “i thought we were friends, noureen! now, who am i supposed to watch finding dory with?”

“not me,” eric chimes.

johnny, who looks more than annoyed with his roommates’ banter with his daughter, nods his head towards the bench, “bring her over here.”

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222 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#4

i frequently think abt the concept of staying over at boldy’s and having to borrow some of his clothes and he’s just… speechless? at you in his clothes with his last name & number on them.

happy birthday bolds 🥳

“alright kids,” jordan sighs, clapping his hands together which causes you to jump. matt chuckles, burying his face in your neck as his teammate crosses the room and flicks on the light. jordan clears his throat, suddenly serious, “bolds, lemme see your hands.”

your cheeks burn as matt pulls his hands out from under your sweatshirt where they had been tentatively playing with the waistband of your leggings for well over an hour. you turn your head away from the burning gaze of your boyfriend’s newfound landlord, “jordan-”

“we had an agreement. in case you’ve forgotten, two words: community spaces,” he says simply before you hear his retreating footsteps. “goodnight lovebirds. drive safe, y/n.”

“thank you,” you call, but it’s muffled by the couch cushion that you had practically buried your face into with the hopes of it swallowing you whole. matt’s fingers dig into your hips and you shove at his shoulders, “that was so embarrassing.”

“what was embarrassing about it?” he pushes himself off of you so that you can sit up and wrap your arms around yourself, “that he caught us cuddling?”

you roll your eyes, “he thought we were doing more than cuddling, matt.”

“i mean, i definitely would not object to that,” he sends you a lopsided smile before he leans over, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. you let yourself melt into him and before you know it, he’s got you laying back down on the sofa and when he’s pulling away for air he utters the words, “you should stay here tonight.”

“what?” your eyes widen and his face falls, “no, i mean, really? you want me to spend the night?”

“yeah, it would be nice to wake up to you in the morning. besides, we don’t have practice tomorrow. we could go and get breakfast or something,” he plays with your fingers nervously, avoiding your eyes now, “but if you’re not comfortable with that-”

“no! i- i want to! it’s just, would jordan be okay with it? i don’t want to intrude…”

“he just likes to mess with you, y/n. he doesn’t mean it,” matt reaches for his phone that was on the coffee table. he types something out with one hand while the other rests on your leg. it’s quiet between the two of you for a minute before his phone chimes and he turns it around so that you can read what was said. under a message sent to jordan asking if you can stay the night was a simple:

i don’t care. make good choices because you’re the only kids allowed in my house.

you look at him with raised eyebrows, “are you going to be making good choices, boldy?”

“i’m a good boy, i can keep my hands to myself,” he looks almost offended that you would suggest anything otherwise. his lips turn into a pout when you look at him expectantly, “hands will be kept above the waist unless directed otherwise.”

“you should stick to hockey because your pitching skills are terrible,” you shake your head, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

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252 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#3

Okok that pic of bords got me thinking…. Hear me out… matching promise rings 🥺🥺

you got the text right as your professor announced that if you weren’t paying attention, now would be the time to tune in. it came in the form of a notification on the side of your computer screen, a little blip that you couldn’t click fast enough and tune your professor out. sorry sherry, your focus would be back momentarily.

just landed. can i go to your place?

you know where we keep the key

he reads it immediately and the response bubble pops up before it disappears just as quickly, and instead, a pink heart appears on the left corner of your message. you click your pen twice before looking back up at the screen in front of you, trying not to let your mind wander off to thoughts of thomas, but it was easier said than done.

he had called you last night as soon as he was back in his hotel room and you were on the phone for hours, but you maybe spoke for a total of thirty minutes. you could hear it in his voice that he either wasn’t ready to talk about it or didn’t want to. you had planned to be there with him, in the stands cheering on just like you had been every other step of the way this season, but with a lousy communications professor assigning an exam the same day as the frozen four semi-finals with no way to make it up without a legitimate excuse, you were stuck watching from home.

your professor continued on and on for forty-five more minutes before she turns off her projector, her silent way of dismissing you all. you were one of the first people to cut out of your lecture hall, heading straight for your car. it seems like the world knows that you’re on a mission because you miss every green light and you’re pulling up beside thom’s car in record time.

you’re making your way up the sidewalk when your front door opens and thom’s form fills up the space. your body almost deflates when you see him, “thomas…”

“not right now,” he mumbles, barely audible as you cross the front porch. he takes your backpack off your shoulder and leans inside, hanging it on the coat rack that was just inside the door. he steps forward then, wrapping his arms around you, practically melting into your body, “i’ll talk about it with you later because it’s not good to keep it in, i just don’t want to be a hockey player right now. i want to be thomas. i want to be your boyfriend. i want to be normal.”

he nuzzled his face in your neck and you wrap your arms around his waist while he curls his fingers in your back, “yeah, that’s fine. whatever you want, whatever you need.”

you aren’t sure how long you stand outside on your porch, a comfortable silence between the two of you as cars pass by. one even honks, startling you both and he chuckles against your ear, “was that for us?”

“we’re the only people out here,” you respond, “it was very unnecessary.”

“very,” he says, reaching to pull the door closed before curling his fingers with yours. “i got you a present, when we were in boston.”

“you didn’t have to get me anything, thom,” you send him a small grin and his cheeks flush, “but now that you’ve told me about it, you have to show me what it is.”

“close your eyes first,” he says and you playfully roll your eyes before obeying his demand. you hear him rustling around in his pockets before the sound of something hitting the ground causes him to let out a string of curses, “don’t open them yet!”

“i’m not, butterfingers, calm down.”

“do you want your present or not?”

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274 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

no nut november bet. umich boys. y/n and owen power. hed be dying and so would u, he would be the first to go

warnings: language, nsfw, mentions of cockwarming, lil bit of dom/rough owen at the end

you hear the stairs creak under his weight and your stomach churns as you let out a shaky breath. it was now or never. he has a muffled conversation with kent before the knob turns and light from the hall floods into owen’s bedroom. you watch as his tall frame fills up the door before he closes it behind him, mumbling a string of apologies, “sorry to wake you up.”

“i haven’t been to sleep,” you admit, rolling onto your side to watch as he empties his pockets onto the dresser. he unzips his jacket and tosses it into a pile of dirty laundry that he had been swearing that he was going to do for a week now, “did you have fun?”

“yeah. brought you home some leftovers. they’re in the fridge,” he mumbles as he pulls off his sweatpants before sliding into the bed beside you. his hand finds your hip and he pulls you closer so that your chest is pressed against his, “missed you.”

“not as much as i missed you,” you smile lazily against his lips. it doesn’t take long for the air to shift and for things to heat up between the two of you. you run a finger down his chest and hook it in the waistband of his boxers and that’s when he pulls away.

“we can’t-”

“i know about the bet, the one that’s going on with the team,” you announce and his face falls. his cheeks turn red and your lips turn to a pout as you push yourself up to stare down at him, “and you’ve been avoiding me because of it. so when i say that i miss you, o, it’s not just you that i’m missing.”

“how do you-” he stutters as you pull his glasses off his face and set them on the makeshift nightstand to your right, “how do you know about the bet?”

“that’s not really important, is it?” you decide not to rat out brendan and the cut of the money you would be getting if you were to cause owen to lose out of the race. you make your move then, taking the opportunity to straddle his lap. his hands immediately go to your hips as you roll forward and you grin, “did you really think that i wouldn’t think that something was up, owen? you can’t keep your hands off of me. if you don’t want to fuck me, that’s fine, but be honest with me. don’t lie to me, just admit that it’s about a stupid bet.”

“i- please,” his eyes are wild and his face is flushed while all you’ve done is tease him. if you had already gotten him this close to breaking not even forty-eight hours into the month, you really don’t see how he believed he was going to make it the entire thirty days.

“please what, baby?” you frown, running a hand down his chest. “what was i supposed to do? what were you going to do? just watch me get myself off? you hate doing that…”

“i- i can’t,” he whimpers as you press your hips down on his hard cock. his eyes roll to the back of his head and he digs his nails into your hips, “y/n, baby, love, please, you don’t understand-”

“you don’t understand, owen,” you pout your lips and grab onto his wrist. he lets you slide his hand under your t-shirt and in between your legs. his adam’s apple bobs as his fingers met with your bare, soaked pussy and you lean down to press a warm kiss to his cheek. “c’mon baby, the rules are that you can’t cum. it doesn’t say anything about putting your dick in me. it would feel so good. i know you miss it.”

he takes a deep breath and you know that he’s weighing out his options. he could say no right now and you would get off of him and you would sort yourself out no problem, but you can tell by the way he’s reacting that he really doesn’t want to. you let out a shaky breath as he dips his fingers between your legs to gather some of your arousal before pulling his hand away. he holds his fingers to your mouth and you take them inside your mouth with no argument and he smirks, “just because i’m not getting off doesn’t mean that you’re going to be in charge, sweetheart.

“i’m gonna give you my dick because you’re right, i wasn’t thinking about you. you can’t ride it though- ah,” you open your mouth to protest, but he shoves his fingers further down your throat to gag you. you go quiet, running your tongue over the digits to clean them as you only get turned on even more, “as i was saying, i’ll let you sit on my dick, but that’s all you’re gonna do. just keep it warm baby and that’ll get you off. will that be good enough?”

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth so you can respond, which you do so with an annoyed tone, “it’ll have to be.”

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277 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Going to party with Ethan Edwards and all the hockey boys start hitting on you so he gets a bit jealous

warnings: language

“i think that you should wear this,” the sound of your boyfriend’s voice causes you to turn around. when you do, you watch as he bends down and pulls a sweatshirt out of your suitcase and when you realize which one he had chosen, you scoff and turn back around to finish fixing your hair. in the mirror that was positioned in the corner of his bedroom, you catch sight of him pouting, “baby, i’m being serious.”

“you want me to go to a party with your last name plastered across my back. are you gonna wear one of my sweatshirts?” you raise an eyebrow and he shakes his head, looking almost bewildered that you would even suggest such a thing. “then no. the 73 dangling from my neck will just have to suffice.”

“but-”

“that’s a part of one of my outfits for your games. i can either wear it then or i can wear it tonight, your pick. you can’t have your cake and eat it too, edwards,” you turn on your heel and grab your sneakers walking over to his bed. he still stands in the middle of the room, holding onto the sweatshirt with a pout on his lips and you pat his chest as you pass, “what’s it gonna be?”

he mumbles something under his breath as he neatly folds the sweatshirt back up and places it back in your suitcase. he looks at you, “i just want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“ethan, you are the only person that i know in ann arbor. i’m going to be with you all night,” you tie that laces on your shoes before standing up and holding out your hand for your boyfriend. he tangles his fingers with yours and you press a gentle kiss to his lips, “and i know for a fact that you’re gonna show me off to anyone that’ll listen.”

his cheeks flush and he shrugs his shoulders, “what can i say, i’m proud to be dating the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“well aren’t you just laying it on thick,” you hum and he grins, pressing his lips to yours again. “what do you want?”

“you and me,” he mumbles, hands squeezing your hips before traveling down into the pockets of your jeans, “in my bed…”

“when i said that i would come and visit you i was promised the full ann arbor experience,” you sigh as you pull away. you grab your bag from his desk and straighten up your clothes, “if you want to go to bed you be my guest, but i’m not going to be confined to your bedroom the entire time that i’m here, ethan. i’m sure one of your friends would be more than happy to show me around town tonight.”

the last thing that you see before you pull open the door to his room is an almost bewildered expression on his face. you make your way down the stairs where the other boys have already gathered. mackie raises an eyebrow, “where’s eddy?”

you open your mouth to answer, but the footsteps descending the stairs behind you beat you to it. your boyfriend looks between you and his teammates, “what?”

“did you find what you were looking for babe?” you ask, voice almost teasing as you adjust the collar of his flannel. you run your fingers through his hair as you look at him expectantly. a teasing smirk plays on your lips as you utter your next sentence, “did you check on the bed?”

“i, um- i,” he clears his throat and looks behind you, “i’ll look for it when we get back. it’s no big deal.”

“i hate to interrupt whatever the fuck is going on between the two of you,” noah speaks up and all of the attention in the room has now shifted from the two of you to him, “but nolan just texted. if we aren’t there in the next fifteen minutes we have laps next practice.”

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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.

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        ❝  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.  ❞

[zorotime]

i remember that one time I used to leave quirky tags for my queued posts and one of them was ‘pls leave a message after the queue’ and people used to get so pissed like ‘why do you keep wanting us to send you messages after your queued posts’ and I’d have to explain over and over that it was a take on please leave a message after the tone

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THE ADDISONS are now available for calls.

SPAMTON is now unavailable for calls.

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[viciousoverlord]

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.

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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