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Adrian Ivashkov (SS) | Christian Ozera(SS) | Dean Stavros | Jesse Zeklos(SS) | Kol Mikaelson | Toby Cavanaugh(SS) | Sebastian De Poitiers | Tyler Simms(SS) | Jace Lightwood | Sebastian Verlac Some of my characters are single ship. See my Muse list for which ones. Tracktag: Bloodandmagicx Sideblog to Adamocastellan SS=Single Ship

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Sorry I haven't been around

Been super busy

Won't be on a computer til sometime Sunday

Relaxing until I have to leave, and I’m out of town tomorrow til sometime Sunday.

By the way..

I most likely won’t be on at all Saturday, and may not be Sunday since I’m going out of town. I’ll be busy most if Saturday, so I might lurk, or check tumblr on my computer if my hotel has free wifi. Unsure of plans for Sunday yet.. As for the next two days, I’ll probably be lurking, but what I get done depends on how I’m feeling.. I’ve been really sick with allergies and stuff since Monday, which is why I’ve been pretty quiet.

Anyway.. Leave me love in my ask box.

Sorry guys

My throat had been burning today.. Might be around tomorrow.

Lean on me || Dean + Spencer

Her eyes flicked up the street, catching sight of a couple leaving the flat and another pair walking a dog down the street. No idea…no college students, either, but she didn’t think any of them would have an idea. Or care. Would just talk about using pills for all-nighters during finals, wouldn’t understand the addiction. She still didn’t know what Dean’s had been like - maybe now she’d find out.

“Nothing…right now. Yet. As…ominous as that sounds.”She didn’t meet his eyes, fingers stuffed into pockets before she forced her gaze up. Pretty shitty to call him out of the blue and have him drive all the way up here just to give him the run-around. She was good at that.

“Just…struggling. - do you want to go somewhere? Get a…drink - coffee,”she amended, rolling her eyes at the law. Who knew if Dean Stavros was averse to all addictions.

Dean let out a sigh of relief as she told him that nothing was going on yet. He took that as a statement that she was only having trouble resisting the urges of the drugs, instead of already having indulge. It was a lot easier to help them resist, than go through the detox, again. As long as it stayed that way, and that was why he was there. He'd stay there as long as he needed to. He'd just gotten paid for his last job, so he'd be fine for a while. He was there as a friend, not as a counselor.

He wasn't really addicted to coffee, but he'd rather her be drinking coffee, than on the psychotropic drugs. He enjoyed a good cup every now and then, but didn't rely on it as most people did. Dean nodded, holding up his keys. "I drive. You direct, and then we'll chat over a cup," He said, motioning her to follow him back to his car, glancing back to see if she was following him.

#thehastingshakedown #likeitornot

Lean on me || Dean + Spencer

It was…not quite the car she expected, but not too strange either. She didn’t recognize it, at first, but as soon as it slowed and she caught sight of the driver, she felt lighter. And heavier, too, all at once, which made her brow furrow before she was down the steps.

Things were…tense. A little awkward, but given the way things left off and how long ago, it…wasn’t surprising. Still, his grin was familiar from days spent circling the loop near her house and pouring out a little more than she’d expected. They both kept their distance, though, and it was…definitely strange. Seeing him as a college student, not a teenager, not employed by her mother and living in their barn.

“Hey. You look…refreshingly the same.”

And he did. Hadn’t changed much, in the two years since she’d last seen him, but she could tell it was her…perception that’d changed.

Dean chuckled softly. He knew that a need for something familiar was a need in the desire to relapse, or already relapsing. He couldn't tell just yet if she'd already broken and turned back to them. He was just hoping he'd gotten to her soon enough and that he'd be able to prevent a relapse, instead of have to fix one. "You don't look too much different yourself. Maybe a little more grown up, but still as stressed out as last time, which.. I guess is why I'm here," he said, raising a brow at her.

While he had hoped that she would have used his card for coffee and chatting, he had no problems with helping her. He loved helping people get past what he had, and it made him feel good. "What's going on, Spence?" He asked, moving a little closer to her so they weren't broadcasting to all her neighbors that something was going on with her.

#thehastingshakedown #likeitornot

Lean on me || Dean + Spencer

Despite the fact that she’d tried dorms for a year, her parents hadn’t been shy abut getting her her own place. And, to be honest, she didn’t mind that much, didn’t need the constant “community” aspect of university. Still met up with her “scholarly peers” in stuffy poetry bars with their blazers and ties all adorned between classes.

[text]; Off. I'll send you the address.

She plugged it in, suddenly struck by the thought that he would actually be here. Her Hastings habits kicked in, moving to make sure everything looked “presentable,” in its proper place (it was). But somehow, she didn’t really want to be cramped up with Dean in her apartment, like it might make everything more serious.

And it wasn’t. Really.

So she tugged on a coat, making her way down the stairwell to the street to keep an eye out for his car.

Dean typed her address into his GPS, following the directions. He'd seen clients after he finished with them, but he thought of Spencer as a friend. He saw the fact she was calling him as a sign that she trusted him to open up to about what had been going on, and that he could help her, which he really wanted to go. She was a young, nice, smart, beautiful girl who had a lot going for her, and that shouldn't be ruined by the mistake of drugs.

He turned into the apartments, looking around for the proper building. He parked outside, seeing Spencer standing at the bottom of a stairway, waiting for him. He smiled softly and gave her a wave, before he got out of his car, making his way over to her.

He wasn't exactly sure how to greet her; They'd hugged before he keft before, but it'd been a while since he saw her.. Shaking her hand felt too serious and businessy, when he was here off the clock. Instead, he just gave her a greeting smile. "Hey, Spence," he said.

#thehastingshakedown #likeitornot

Lean on me || Dean + Spencer

The relief that passed when he offered to show up wasn’t overwhelming, but she did breathe a sigh into the phone, not bothering to check herself.

There was a huff from her, eyes rolling even through the phone. “I’m fine.” Not quite to the point of desperation where she’d openly admit to needing help. Still, she tried a smile again, feeling a lot heavier now that they’d actually conversed. Like her secret was out, and she had to own up to it.

“See you when I see you.”

She hung up.

Dean couldn't help but smile. He knew she wasn't fine. She wouldn't have called him if she wasn't fine. He could hear the relief after he'd told her he'd come, and knew that she was secretly glad that he was going to make the drive for her, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"See you soon," He said before she hung up. He pulled into his driveway, packing some things for a few more days, unsure how long he'd be there. He got a few other things, before he returned to his car for the long drive.

It took some time, and a lot of his mind was consumed with what he could only imagine she'd been going through. Stress at school? At home? Boy troubles? What all was burdening her that made her desire her relapse. Before he knew it, he saw a sign for New Haven, Connecticut. He paused at a stop sign, sending her a text message.

'Are you in the dorms, or do you have a place by the campus?' he questioned, before sending it.

#thehastingshakedown #likeitornot

awelcomedrespite

"So you're the pretty blond my brother has a thing for.." (From Kol/Bloodandmagicx)

"Accent, sort of favor Elijah - I’d say you’re another Mikaelson but I wasn’t aware there were anymore of them living. Klaus said his other four brothers were dead. There was one who died long, long ago. Then one who was attacked and died. Then two who died more recently. This means, you’re either a zombie or a damn good impersonator."

awelcomedrespite

Camille did not mind either way. She was friends with Josh after all and he preferred the company of men. She didn’t expect him to be correct her to be honest. She’d known what he meant by bipolar. “Bipolar involves extreme emotions that can change at the drop of a hat,” she told him with a nod. “I suppose, he also told you that I’m studying psychology.” She smiled. Finding herself moving to situate herself near him. She was intrigued. “You don’t need your kidneys, do you?” she asked. She wondered what would happen if they were torn out of a true immortal. “You keep up the flatteries and I might have to make you a drink. ”

Kol shook his head. "He didn't tell me, but I figured you had to have some interest in the human brain for one of your first questions to be what my psychosis is.. And no, I don't need my kidney, but I'd rather it not be ripped out. It would be rather painful, and then what would process my liqueur?" He questioned with a grin. "Mm, at the offer to make me a drink, I could shower you in flattery, my darling. Especially a lady like you, that has a lot to flatter," he stated.

#jewelofneworleans #homicidalmaniac

Lean on me || Dean + Spencer

It’s probably nothing that she couldn’t get through on her own, nothing that she hasn’t dealt with before, but something felt…different. That, and the burden of Dean’s card had suddenly gotten heavier, more present, and she wasn’t exactly sure why. If it was want or need. Desire or desperation, for some help and understanding that she knew he could provide.

“Yale, actually.” No U. Penn, but "it’ll have to do." She smiles slightly, a little watery; ot doesn’t come through in her voice. “Just, whenever you’re in the neighborhood…you could stop by. Can’t really miss it.”

Dean quirked a brow as she told him she'd made it into Yale. So clearly she'd gotten better, after he'd been fired. He was happy for her in that aspect, and could understand that a big school could cause the stress that would cause her to need to return to the abilities the drugs she was on could help her out.

He thought about where it was, and typed it into the GPS attached to his car. Almost 200 miles, roughly three hours to get there.. He'd driven farther for less, and at least she was on the same side of the country. "I'm going to swing by home and grab a few things, then I'll be on my way up there. I'll see you in a couple of hours, okay? Can you hold out til then?" He asked.

#thehastingshakedown #likeitornot

awelcomedrespite

"So you're the pretty blond my brother has a thing for.." (From Kol/Bloodandmagicx)

"Accent, sort of favor Elijah - I’d say you’re another Mikaelson but I wasn’t aware there were anymore of them living. Klaus said his other four brothers were dead. There was one who died long, long ago. Then one who was attacked and died. Then two who died more recently. This means, you’re either a zombie or a damn good impersonator."

awelcomedrespite

"I suppose, I’ll have to wait and see for myself. For a minute there I thought you were about to tell me you’d been diagnosed as bisexual and I was about to say people are typically born that way," she mused thoughtfully, dusting an old bottle of booze. "To what do I owe the honor of not falling prey to your homicidal tendencies though? Should I send you a thank you card?"

Instead of being appalled at the idea that this girl might have thought that he had an interest in both sexes, he just found it amusing. "No, Ma'am. I strictly like women. Considering the word, I assume bipolar has something to do with my mood flipping around quiet a bit.. but feel free to tell me if I'm wrong," he said, sitting down. "Well, my brother would rip out my kidney if I did, it'd be a waste of a pretty girl, and I hear you are a lovely bartender."

#jewelofneworleans #homicidalmaniac

Lean on me || Dean + Spencer

The nickname makes her feel guilty for even thinking about it. Even considering slipping back into old habits, ones she’s managed to avoid for two years…but maybe if she falls into them, he’ll come back around.

“ - Jesus.” Her head rocks forward into her hand, shaking, like she can’t believe she even considered it. But she ignores his question, mostly, knowing he’ll be able to tell. He always does…and as infuriating as that was years ago, it seems like it might actually be beneficial to her now.

“Yeah. What are you up to? Feeding some other poor high schooler kale smoothies?”

She wishes, a little harder than she means, that the answer is ‘no.’

Dean frowned as he heard her. He could tell by her voice that things were bad. Was she already tripping out and needed someone to bring her back to reality? Or were the desires to start relapsing already strong? He knew how bad the feelings of need could get..

"I just got done with a job, actually. I'm in Philadelphia, heading home. I can come by if you need me, though? Give me an address and I'll get there as soon as I can," he told her, worried about what could be going on with her. He figured she was in college by now, so she could be on the other side of the country for all he knew.

#thehastingshakedown #likeitornot

So I either have a sinus infection, or I'm just fighting with allergies..

Either way, I’m really only doing replies with Kol, Dean, and Adam, since they’re most awake and loud.

thesafestpsychoticbxtchintown — I haven’t forgotten about your start. Promise.

awelcomedrespite

"So you're the pretty blond my brother has a thing for.." (From Kol/Bloodandmagicx)

"Accent, sort of favor Elijah - I’d say you’re another Mikaelson but I wasn’t aware there were anymore of them living. Klaus said his other four brothers were dead. There was one who died long, long ago. Then one who was attacked and died. Then two who died more recently. This means, you’re either a zombie or a damn good impersonator."

awelcomedrespite

"I’m innocent," she told him simply, feigning innocence with a excusing gesture of her hands. She couldn’t help but grin at the the thought. " The pleasure is mine. I see the charm is definitely a family trait. What is your psychosis?" There always was one when it came to this family. None of them were exactly all together or normal. She couldn’t wait to learn what sort of disorder Kol had. So far he was nice though.

"I've had a friend tell me if I was human, she was sure I'd be diagnosed as being. Bi -- Bi... Bipolar? I beleive was the phrase she used, though I'm unsure what she meant. My brother has also called me a happy homicidal maniac, which suits me rather well. But I promise you no harm," He assured her with a nod of the head.

#jewelofneworleans #homicidalmaniac

awelcomedrespite

"So you're the pretty blond my brother has a thing for.." (From Kol/Bloodandmagicx)

"Accent, sort of favor Elijah - I’d say you’re another Mikaelson but I wasn’t aware there were anymore of them living. Klaus said his other four brothers were dead. There was one who died long, long ago. Then one who was attacked and died. Then two who died more recently. This means, you’re either a zombie or a damn good impersonator."

awelcomedrespite

"She must be a small witch. Your pockets don’t look that big," Camille told him raising an eyebrow. She gave a glance toward his pocket to make a point. She reached to accept his hand to shake it. "You’re the cheeky one then. I heard you made quite a dramatic exit actually. Nice to meet you. Most people call me Cami. Not the pretty blonde and certainly nothing about your brother attached to it.”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cami. And it appears I'm not the only cheeky one here," Kol teased back, his charming grin still on his face. When he'd first heard the expression about having something or someone in their pocket, he'd actually checked his brothers pockets.. Only to be smacked for taking Nik so literally. Still, he knew this girl was simply pulling at his strings.

#jewelofneworleans #homicidalmaniac

askxaprilxyoung

April pulled away slightly, shivering under his touch. “K-kol.” She breathed out, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “Take me.” She managed to mumbled. Her fingers moving along him slowly, taking all of him in. Or at least the uncovered part of him.

"Your wish is my command, darling," he said, moving quickly to remove the remainder of their clothing easily. He kissed her deeply, shifting a little before he moved into her.

#askxaprilxyoung #homicidalmaniac #nsfw

awelcomedrespite

"So you're the pretty blond my brother has a thing for.." (From Kol/Bloodandmagicx)

"Accent, sort of favor Elijah - I’d say you’re another Mikaelson but I wasn’t aware there were anymore of them living. Klaus said his other four brothers were dead. There was one who died long, long ago. Then one who was attacked and died. Then two who died more recently. This means, you’re either a zombie or a damn good impersonator."

"It means, my darling, that I have a bloody strong witch in my pocket. I am a Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson to be exact," he said, grinning at her, holding out a hand in introduction.

#jewelofneworleans #homicidalmaniac

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