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“You’re a loser…”she mumbled under her breath only for herself, following after him with not such pleased look on her face. She was way too annoyed and if it wasn’t for the fact she was lost, she wouldn’t have to bother with him now. “No! I meant your secret place! - You’re really a dumb dumb.”she said with a chuckle and a shook of her head, taking a few more quick steps so she was walking next to him.

“I did hear of Odin. I just don’t understand why you call yourself his warrior. I don’t think he’d want you in his… order or whatever.”she mumbled, pushing her hands in the pockets of her coat, the town was too cold and too wet due to rain, she enjoyed the town she lived in, the sun made it easier to train, even though her parents always said she had to be ready for any sort of situation. “Sugar is bad for you! And it’s Mila!! You’re not that dumb to forget a four letter name!”she spat at him. “Whatever.”she mumbled, kicking the small pebble in front of her.

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“My secret place? It’s a haunted house.” He replied nonchalantly as he fidgeted with the little pocket knife in his pants. It was getting dark by now, a cold breeze rumbling over the kids as they walked through the woods. They probably should turn back home, but he was too proud to turn around to go back home now.

“He only wants the strongest of us, so of course he’d want me.” Dean scoffed obnoxiously and rolled his eyes like a spoilt brat. Which he wasn’t, again, but he liked to act like one. And sugar being bad for you was a myth Dean loved to prove wrong. He ate more sugar than he weighed and he was fine. “Sugar is bad for you, so is carrying a knife around. Maybe i just don’t want to remember it? Now come on, move faster. I don’t want to drag your ass around the forest later because it got dark and your parents will lose their shit because their precious princess got lost.”

milaxanderson

Mila put her hands on her hips, stomping her foot. “I do have friends!! And my training is very important - I was born for this.”she told him firmly. She didn’t expect him to understand; he didn’t seem to take any of this seriously, and hunters business wasn’t something to joke with. But it seemed like everything was a joke for him and that his parents weren’t keeping him under control like hers did. With small steps she followed after him, not wanting to be left alone in the woods - she’d be late home and in trouble, it was more sure to be around him.

“What kind of place is it?”she asked him, keeping a distance between them but still following his steps. “—- Warriors of Odins?”she asked, brows furrowing in confusion. “Did you eat too much cake? Sugar high can be a nasty thing, that’s why my parents-”she started, and then cut herself mid sentence, biting into her lower lip. “I’m not trained to be a warrior. I’m trained to be a leader.“she said, repeating her fathers words form before.”

jonathan-prescott

“You sound like a loser.” Dean muttered with a brisk shrug of his shoulders as he buried his hands in the pockets of his dirty jeans. Something he’d get shit for later for sure. Well, not if he’d stay at the Prescotts. He had clothes there anyway. And they always seemed happy to see him — who wouldn’t? In Deans head, he was already the confident little asshole he’d stay throughout his life. “This is Beacon Falls? The woods? What do you even want me to tell you? We’re in the woods, the beacon falls forest a town in Virginia?” He asked confused, turning around briefly to stare at the small, dark-haired girl.

“You’ve never heard of Odin? Jesus. I mean, not literally Jesus. He’s better than Jesus, to be fair.” The elder boy grinned to himself as he slowed down a little and averted his gaze back to the front. “Your parents don’t allow you too much sugar? You really are a loser, Miles. Or Mike? What was your name again?” Dean asked mockingly “A leader? We’re all on our own out there, I wouldn’t take orders from you for sure.”

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Her eyes shot towards him again; the famous calling. Mila feared for when that day will come, not so much because of what will she have to do then, but how soon will it happen, not wanting to disappoint her parents with high expectations. She was an Anderson after all, one of the oldest and well respected families of hunters. “Whatever, I don’t care.”she said upset, shaking her head at him. He was obviously bothering because it amused him as much as it displeased her. Yet she tried, so hard, to talk back to him, but it wasn’t easy with a boy that much older. Mila kept quiet, not giving him the pleasure of hearing her answer. He didn’t understand what it’s like to have parents like hers, and wasn’t about to get into it.

“You’re stupid. And Dean is a stupid name. I know like… four Deans from school who are the same.”she said, her small fists clenching. “Then go and have a good time. I’ll go and have cake.”she shouted in his direction. The feeling of getting lost was the worst right now, mainly because he was here to mock her, of course. She was furious, too much for a child, that he kept on calling her daddy’s little girl. The perfect daughter. She was all of that, but did she like it? Of course not. And being always seen like that was stating to bother her, everyone at school already teased her about it, and she couldn’t even make a friend. Turning around to face him, she debated between just leaving here and hopefully finding a way home, she’d have to remember at some point. Or have him take her back with her pride seriously hurt. But Mila decided for the third option. “—- Is it far?”she asked, taking a step towards him. “Because I can’t be late when it’s time to leave, they will be really upset with me.”

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Oh, Dean was sure he’d receive his calling any day now. He was ready, outran all the other kids and was good at reading tracks. And handling guns had beensomething his father taught him early on. Not that he cared what his old man wanted or did. FOr all he knew, he could drop dead and Dean would shrug it off. Their relationship was...estranged, to say the least. He’s never had any relationship with that man, always kept his distance and only talked as much as he needed to with him. Dean didn’t need him, nor his mother. He had pretty much adopted himself into the PRescott family.

“Dean is a better name than Mila. Which sounds like you have no friends and do nothing but train and learn for school.” He pulled a grimace, arms crossed over his chest as he cocked a blonde brow. As she said she’d go back for the cake, he justrolled his eyes and turned around to go further into the woods. “If it’s far? Not that far. But one more words about your parents being upset and I’ll leave you here on your own. You’re like, seven. Stop being such a baby and grow up. You’re a Hunter, we don’t do what Mommy and Daddy say. We’re warriors of Odins.”

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Her eyes widened at the mention of wolves. “You wouldn’t even have a chance! I’m in training. I’m not getting eaten by a wolf.”she said, clearly not amused by the boy as her brows stayed furrowed all the time. Her jaw fell open as he kept on teasing her. And she hated nicknames like that. “I am not a baby! And I don’t believe you’re in high school. You’re stupid.”she said, a silly remark made by a kid. She despised nicknames like that because of her parents; no matter where they went with her, if anyone would try and call her anything but Mila, they would get corrected, her parents thinking its degrading her as a person. “I’m not scared of anything.”she said before looking at him again. “And I’m not going to act like a monkey like you do.”she said, maybe a part of her wanted to climb up that tree but the risk of getting dirty or ripping clothes was present and that would make her mom really mad, so she went against it.

“I’m not lost!”she repeated herself again. Mila knew perfectly well how to go back, she kept on going straight ahead, just had to turn around. “They kept on talking about hunter business, and it was too boring at the house.”she said with a small sigh, of course she was right who he is; but he had to act like a complete douche bag about it. “My name is Mila Anderson. And of course I was allowed, I have manners, unlike you.”she shot him a displeased look. “I shouldn’t have even left. Mom will be so upset.”she turned around to go back, but after making two steps Mila realized she doesn’t recognize the way she came from. Everything looked the same and she got so mad with Dean, shifted on her feet that her focus was ruined.

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“You can barely hold that dagger! I’m in training too, probably get my calling any day now.” He had a smug grin plastered on his face and took a step closer. Her insult left him rolling his eyes. “You’re so uncreative. Why am I even bothering with you?” Even for a twelve year old, Dean was a smart asshole. Knew how to get people mad, leave their blood boiling. Which wasn’t even due to him being a spoiled brat, which was not the case. It was just him getting rid of all the negative energy. His eyes lit up as he noticed she wanted to climb that tree, but obviously wasn’t allowed to by her parents. Typical Hunter parents. “WHat? Scared your parents will scold you? If you’re not scared of anything, why do you fear them then, princess?”

SHe was almost making it too easy for him at this point. But Dean never lost his target once he started, she was amusing him anyway. “Mila? WHat kind of name is that? Sounds stupid.” He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “Keep your stupid manners then. I don’t care and I don’t want to be part of some boring family dinner. Why would I? I was out here the whole time while you had to stick around and play Daddy’s little girl. Even now you do.” Dean leaned against the tree he jumped down from, a blonde brow cocked in amusement as she looked around and found herself lost. “Told ya.” He muttered mockingly. “You know, I could bring you back. I know my way around. Or...I could show you my secret place. But...you’re right. Your mom will be mad. And after all,you’re the perfect little daughter. YOu wouldn’t want to see it anyway.”

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A blonde brow shot up at her words. His mothers eyes? Who the hell even looked at that hellhound of a woman long enough to notice their eyes. She was weird. Roaming the woods with a dagger when she couldn’t even hold t properly. Dean scoffed quietly as he pointed at it. “Scared of what lurks in here? Maybe you should run back under your moms skirt if you’re scared of this place.” He was full on taunting her. That’s what he could do best - taunt, bluff and talk. More than often did he get beaten up by older kids for his loose mouth. The boy usually spotted black eyes anyway. “How old are you? Five? This is no place for babies.” Of course he’d say that, the twelve year old with limps he hadn’t yet grown into. How she knew him was beyond him, though. Dean never saw the girl before, didn’t remember hanging out with her either. She was at least…ten years younger than him. Or so the kid thought. She had an accent, nothing he could really place as he usually stuck with people he grew up with and didn’t really try to make new friends.

“Who are you? And why do you follow me?” The boy asked eventually, a frown placed on his childlike features that yet had to be tainted by life and everything that was coming for him. Really, he looked like an angelic child. Blonde locks, bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Yet these blue eyes held nothing but mischief in its purest form. “And no, my name isn’t Dean. You’re wrong, guess again.” He grinned teasingly.

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“I am not scared!”she said, even the thought of it would make her parents disappointed. “You’re acting like a little monkey, jumping in front of people. That’s not nice.”she said, brows furrowing at the boy as she let her hand fall down from the dagger. “I’m seven! — And a half.”she corrected him immediately, she may be petite still but she wasn’t a small brat. Her mother always praised her for being more mature than kids her age. And obviously more than the blonde boy in front of her. Mila looked around them, and above at the branch he jumped from, kinda like she expected there could be someone else here with them, but apparently there wasn’t.

At his next question, little girl mumbled something to herself in french before looking up at him again. “I’m not following you! I was just walking - I didn’t feel like sitting at the dinner table anymore.”she said with a slight frown. She got confused when he said he wasn’t Dean, she was almost sure of it. “I… don’t know. I don’t know anyone in this town. Just the Gellars.”she admitted, letting out a small sigh. “So I can keep on and on and on with the guessing but I really wouldn’t know.”

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“Technically, we’re all monkeys. That’s like saying ‘You’re human!’. Besides, if I had to chose an animal I’d rather go for wolf. I could eat you alive any second!” They were just kids being kids, teasing and playing around. Trying to outsmart the other. Little did they know all of this would be reality soon enough. Dean almost rolled his eyes at her correcting him. A soft breeze rumbled through the forest. Most kids wouldn’t dare going that deep into the woods, scolded and taught by their parents never to wander off. Not hunter kids. “Seven and a half? I’m your elder, you should respect me, baby. I’m in high school already.” The boy said proudly as he lifted his head higher. She was a petite, tiny girl with big brown eyes, dark hair and skin as pale as ivory. Funny how she resembled the red riding hood already while the blood of the big bad wolf ran through his veins. She seemed paranoid that someone else must be there as well, left Dean grinning the biggest asshole grin possible. “Scared?” He asked her once more, following her eyes to the branch he jumped from. “Want to go up there?”

His blue eyes widened slightly as she mentioned the dinner table. The only house in this area was theirs, so she must’ve been with the family his parents invited. Shit, they’d kill him if they found out he made her cry. Not that she did yet, but she was a girl. That’s what girls did. “You’re with the hunters? Ew, my parents didn’t tell me they’d bring a baby girl along. Why are you out here? They’ll kill me if they find out you got lost in here. And yes, my name is Dean. Who are you? Guess you were allowed to stay for dinner, huh? Daddy’s little girl?”

milaxanderson

Behave. Stick to your manners. Only answer when asked. Don’t interrupt adults while they are talking. Mila knew it all at just the age of seven how she has to behave when they were visiting friends for dinner. And she hated it; how she was always kept on a leash, basically, taught to be better than other kids her age. But that’s what she was, a kid - who liked being outside more than anything since she was already going through her training. The dinner was far from fun; the adults kept on talking on and on, a few questions were shot her way, and she didn’t like the older Gellar - something about him made her feel uncomfortable. So before they even finished dinner, Mila said she’s going to the bathroom, but instead ended going outside, well aware it will get her in trouble later, more with her mother than with her dad.

With a dagger hanging from her belt that looked way too big for a small girl like herself, she headed towards the woods. That’s what Beacon was all about - and she knew very well from her parents stories what lives there. Which is why she grabbed a dagger on her way out. Mila didn’t intend to go too far, not because she was afraid to get lost but because her curiosity will keep her out until late, and then her mom and dad will look for her so they can go home. She kept on walking, until she heard a noise coming from above her. Her small pale hand rest on the handle of the dagger as she took a step back and got face to face with a tall blonde boy. “No.”she mumbled, looking up at the boy. His face seemed familiar for some reason, and she took a moment of silence to remember - the family picture from when they first came into the house. Well, he was on it with just his mother and a bit younger than now. “—- You’re Dean, aren’t you?”she asked, eyes narrowing at him. “You have your mothers eyes.”

jonathan-prescott

There was nothing more boring for a twelve year old than family gatherings. Dean just wanted out, run through the woods as its been tingling in his fingertips for hours now. He loved the outside. The dark shadows casted by trees so tall he used to think they were the gateway to the sky. He loved the smell of nature and the freedom it offered, quite the opposite of his oppressing home. His fucked up father that still hated him for not having his callings yet. Dean was only twelve, but the expectations were high for a man that has always held so much anger for the blonde boy. The boy didn’t understand why it mattered so much. Calling or not; he could still be a hunter. A kickass one on top. His parents had sent him out to play as the Andersons arrived. Dean wasn’t particularly known for his good manners. He was a boy, reckless and foul mouthed for his twelve years. Cuts and bruises from crawling through the deepest parts of the woods were part of his daily life. But he felt a deeper connection to that place. Couldn’t put his finger on it, but he felt home when he was able to be surrounded by nature. Unlike his real home that felt like a cage.

Dean was busy climbing on a tree, a self-made bow in his hands. Sure, it was no use and certainly not deadly, but he had fun crafting and pretending. That was, until he heard the snapping of leaves below his feet. A small, dark haired girl was about to walk past him. No one he ever saw before, must be younger than him. The perfect target. Dean pushed himself off the branch, landed in front of the girl with a loud thud. He was tall for his age, a mess of blonde hair sitting on his head and eyes as blue as can be staring down at the unknown girl with the big round eyes. “Gotten lost, red riding hood ?” He had a smug grin plastered on his face, dirt all over his pale cheeks with his arms crossed over his chest. Dean usually hung around girls - well, Liv at least. He didn’t make friends easily, mostly because he wasn’t the friendliest kid if he didn’t know the person. Obviously. @milaxanderson

[no gif cuz kids?]

#flashback: MilaxJon

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send ship ! + names for the following ( some nsfw ):

Who cooks dinner? Who orders out? Both are all up for take out. 100%. Jon makes good sandwiches tho. Who takes better care of their appearance? How does their partner feel about it? They both do, more or less. Mila definitely takes better care of her appearance though, Jon usually just walks around like a hobo Who is the tea drinker of the household? The coffee drinker? Soda drinker? COFFEE ALL THE WAY. And honestly, Jon chucks Soda like water. What are their names for each other in their phones? Mils and probably smth like Asshole for him in her phone If they were to go on a weekend trip, where would they go? They’d just drive until they found a pretty spot to camp at Who is more likely to use manipulative tactics? Why? Jon, probably. Idk why, or for what? Who gets excited about the holidays? What holidays specifically? How do they celebrate? Mila does, Jon doesn’t really care for most holidays as long as there’s booze. Who is more dominant and who is more submissive? Does this change in their sex life? Mila is more dominant in rl, Jon is just very laid back and let’s her do what she wants. He’s more dominant in bed though, mostly due to him being more experienced and adventurous If your ship were to roleplay, what characters would they pick? Han solo and Leia Who is the most likely to start a fight? Why? Both are very stubborn and domineering in a fight, especially because they think they’re right all the time Who is the most forgiving? M I L A , Jon pulls a lot of shit (Or has)

Who forgets their anniversary? Both do, especially since they’re quite busy these days Do they celebrate Valentine’s Day? If so, how? P-p-p-p-poundtown and he’d probably get her a nugget bouquet. Who shops for groceries? What do they get? If they prepare for a movie-night or binge watching shows, they’d order food and get whatever they want to eat that night with no restrictions. Who fixes things when they are broken? Jon does. Who takes out the garbage? Who leaves their hair all over the bathroom counter? Jon never takes out the garbage because he always finds a way to pile more shit up, but he does find Mila’s hair everywhere in his place. The icing of the cake was him pulling a long hair out of his asscrack. Who watches / participates in sports? Who absolutely hates it? Jon loves Football since he used to play it, but that’s pretty much it. Mila is a lot more passionate about certain sports and do they watch games together sometimes. Who is the most ambitious? Mila aims high and is very ambitious unlike Jon who’s as ambitious as a dead crab. Who is the first to initiate sex? Both, usually Jon though because he’s always in the mood Who is more kinky? Both are, but Jon is definitely more open and confident about these things than Mila and easily shares every fantasy of his with her. Who is more likely to fall asleep during sex ? Neither What would they do in a zombie apocalypse ? They both would easily survive, especially since Mila has a fucking survival kit he prepared her. Do they want children? Why or why not? If so, tell us about them! Jon doesn’t want kids at all. He doesn’t particularly like them and also wouldn’t want them to become like him. Same goes for Mila, although she would probably want kids someday, they keep in mind that the chances of their offspring being cursed are very,very high.

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NOT ANOTHER SHIP MEME ;; SUPER LONG EDITION

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation

Both, since Jon is part dog and Mila already has a polar bear, they’re both prone to take another puppy in

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them?

LOL JON WOULD “baby, draw me like one of your french girls”

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy?+

Both would.

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them

NEither of them are particularly scared of movies

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them?

When Mila is studying, Jon will 100% try to bone. That boy wants attention and Mila focusing on her studies is far from what he wants. But in return, she’d probably distract him quite a lot as well when he’s at work.

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated?

Both, slightly leaning towards Jon though because he’s obnoxious af

who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do?

Jon is more likely to storm out while Mila throws shit after him and tries to keep the murdery eyes down as good as possible.

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows?

Both together, since they both like the same shows as well and will have booze and take-out ready

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky?

Jon, he always feels frisky.

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car?

Mila, then it would evolve into war.

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays

Mila, Jon isn’t big on decorations

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other?

Mila, but she’d beat the shit out of him first

who plays with the others’ hair more?

Mila does, especially since he hasn’t gotten his hair cut in a while and has her hands in it all the time.

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored

Both, despite Jon being a lot larger than Mila he’ll throw his legs on her lap or bury her under him if he’s bored. She’ll do the same though, so they’re both horrible bored people.

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can?

Jon is secretly a sap.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up?

Jon, he’ll turn into a 5 year old in 0.2 seconds. If he were to tell Mila to shut the fuck up she’d beat the shit out of him.

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up?

Neither would walk away, but they both initiate the sex equally

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one

Both will forget it and end up walking through the rain and laughing about their idiocy.

who demands showering first in the morning?

Mila, because Jon easily forgets the time showering

who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings

Both, mostly Jon though because he usually wakes up after Mila

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games

Both like both.

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond

Jon, he’s obnoxious and annoying.

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight?

Probably Jon, hes very forgetful

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets?

Mila does, Jon would just go for the butt-grab

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can

Both would

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet?

Jon is a lot louder than Mila.

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Bold everything your muse has done. (caution: contains multiple common triggers)

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The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Jon Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither Who trashes the house? Jon Do either of them get physical? No, well unless you count ‘being shot by an arrow’ How often do they argue/disagree? Jon is someone who always seeks confrontation, so they argue fairly often but it usually ends in joking Who is the first to apologise? Jon, because Mila usually doesn’t do anything wrong

Sex:

Who is on top? Jon Who is on the bottom? Mila Who has the strangest desires? Jon Any kinks? All of them. Who’s dominant in bed? Jon Is head ever in the equation? Jon is first to initiate it If so, who is better at performing it? Both Ever had sex in public? Yes Who moans the most? Mila Who leaves the most marks? Jon Who screams the loudest? Mila Who is the more experienced of the two? Jon Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Both Rough or soft? Rough How long do they usually last? A while Is protection used? Yes Does it ever get boring? No Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? I don’t know how weird you’d consider the garage at Jon and Luke’s place

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Mila Who is the little spoon? Mila Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Jon Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Jon How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? They’ re not big on cuddling, but if it does happen they stay like that until either of them gets hungry Who gives the most kisses? Jon What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Hiking, taking small trips etc they’re both very active persons (despite Jon being so fucking lazy) Where is their favourite place to cuddle? bed Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Jon How often do they get time to themselves? Almost every day, depends on their jobs and how much they have to do

Sleeping:

Who snores? Jon If both do, who snores the loudest? JON Do they share a bed or sleep separately? they both have their own beds, but stay over at each others a lot of times If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? It’s a mess of libs Who talks in their sleep? Mila What do they wear to bed? Comfortable clothes or nothing Are either of your muses insomniacs? Both struggle with a lot of things from the past or/and present Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? For Jon, yes. Mila when she just woke up from her coma Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Limbs wrapped around each other Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, and they sure as hell will make fun of each other every morning for it Who wakes up first? Mila Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Jon always wants to and sometimes succeeds, but since she is awake before him and he’s a lazy bastard that usually just ends up being “I wanted to...” What is their favourite sleeping position? Together Who hogs the sheets? Jon Do they set an alarm each night? Yes and while Mila hears it and manages to turn it off, Jon will just sleep through it Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yes, in both Who has nightmares? Both Who has ridiculous dreams? Both Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Jon, but mostly due to him being so tall Who makes the bed? Mila, Jon doesn’t really care since it’s a bed. He’ll lay down later again anyway What time is bed time? Whenever they want it to be Any routines/rituals before bed? Teeth brushing and stuff? Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Jon

Work:

Who is the busiest? Both are pretty busy, but Mila is always on the edge because of the callings Who rakes in the highest income? Jon Are any of your muses unemployed? Mila? Who takes the most sick days? Jon is his own boss sooo Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Jon Who sucks up to their boss? n/a What are their jobs? Jon is a self-employed mechanic Who stresses the most? Jon Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Yes they enjoy it Are your muses financially stable? Pretty, yeah

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? No How many cars do they own? Jon owns a couple of cars, some for fun while he’s working on the others. Mila has a car herself Do they own their home or do they rent? Jon and Luke own an old warehouse while Mila’s family owns their house Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Coast Do they live in the city or in the country? City Do they enjoy their surroundings? Lots of woods so yes What’s their song? What do they do when they’re away from each other? “Jerk Off” - Liv Where did they first meet? At a family dinner since their parents were Hunter friends How did they first meet? Mila ran into the woods to play and Jon was teasing her Who spends the most money when out shopping? Mila Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Jon flashes everyone his dick Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Both laugh their asses off Any mental issues? They’Re both p fucked up by their families Who’s terrified of bugs? Mila Who kills the spiders around the house? Mila Their favourite place? The outside, woods Who pays the bills? Jon, for the place he and Luke own Do they have any fears for their future? Dying ? Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Jon Who uses up all of the hot water? n/a Who’s the tallest? Jon Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Jon, but both do tbf Who wanders around in their underwear? Both Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Both What do they tease each other about? EVERYTHING Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Mila Do they have mutual friends? Most of them are mutual Who crushed first? Mila Any alcohol or substance related problems? Jon has all of them, used to do drugs Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Jon Who swears the most? Both do a lot

milaxanderson

“Hah, I know - I’m way too straightforward with things sometimes. Better that than sugarcoating it with lies.”she said simply, shrugging lightly. Truth was no one could see the outcome of this situation, every person, supernatural or not, was unpredictable on their path. Getting up from her bed, Mila walked over from behind and let her arms wrap around his mid, her forehead resting against his shoulder. “I like to think it’s just the Force. Or Norse gods sealing my faith.”she chuckled under her breath. “Everything will be alright, Jon. This is a good thing, I’m still destined to keep the balance. And it’s just for a day. When I’m back, i’ll make sure to continue wherever you guys are at that point with this situation.”she assured him, as much as she wanted to postpone this she also knew very well that wasn’t an option.

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“Can’t sugarcoat anything here. And I can’t wait to have his spine in my hands.” And they would. At some point. Eventually. Jon turned around in her arms, loosely resting them around her mid as his chest was placed on top of her head. Things sucked. Everything. “Well, tell it to fuck off then. “ The elder grumbled, voice muffled by her hair. “Just be careful. Wear vervain, these assholes didn’t hesitate to involve a friend, so just...avoid trouble. If that is even an option these days. Guess it isn’t. Who am I kidding. “

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“Look, I know things seem hopeless right now, and as much I hate to say this - this creature obviously has a plan he’s sticking to. Or is coming up with along the way. Attack on Kinley, Ivan, Liv being taken away, it’s all a game. Liv will show up. Probably compelled. But we will get her back one way or another. Easiest way would just be to kill the son of a bitch.”she shrugged, pulling her legs up on the bed as he stood up. Mila scratched the back of her ear, shaking her head sideways. “I don’t think that’s a smart idea. You need to be here. The hunt will be quick. I should be home before sun goes down. – I’ll be fine, babe, we’ll keep in touch while I’m away.”

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“You’re really good at cheering people up.” Jon said sarcastically as he turned around to her, leaning against the windows sill. Just hoping for Liv to show up again, compelled and what not, just seemed stupid. They were capable of killing him. Maybe with the exception for the Hunters. But they could take him down, along with his blonde dog. Yet they had to wait and sit around. Jon looked sideways, light eyes trained on the rustling leaves outside her window. “I don’t trust that...Jesus calling. Never had ‘em, but I grew up with it. And really, for this shit to be so considerate of your health, it really fucks up sometimes.”

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“Mmhm.”she muffled as her thoughts went towards what she had to bring with herself on this hunt, it’s been a while and sure she’s been practicing after her motor skills got better, but she hasn’t seen a proper hunt in months. Looking over at him, her expression turned sad. She wished these callings worked differently, that they had a choice, but that’s why they called it a hunters curse; you have zero say in it. “It doesn’t work like that. Maybe another hunter got the calling and is on their way. Or maybe for whatever reasons this particular Lamia can’t be killed yet. I don’t know.”Mila took a wild guess, and moved to sit next to him. “You’ll find her, Jon. She can’t be too far, and pretty sure if she was dead he would let us know by now. If Liam can’t do it, nothing stops you guys. There’s an old Lamia and an Alpha on your side, and you’re Lycan. He stands no chance.”

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“We can’t find him when we have no clue where to start searching. He left no trace behind as far as I know and Liv...well, she left her phone in that damn bar so we have nothing to track her with. Unfortunately, we didn’t chip her.” Jon scoffed softly, index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. He pushed himself off the bed, arms crossed as he looked outside the window for a moment. Mila getting her calling now was just one more thing to worry about. “Do you want me to come along? Just...watch out? I’m not really comfortable having you out there when Liv is ...wherever the fuck she is. I won’t interfere, I’d just be feeling a lot better.”

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Mila finally snapped out of it as Jon’s hands grabbed hers; she looked up at him and simply nodded once. Once it would happen, you couldn’t forget what you saw; nor you could do as such after the kill is done, at least she never did. “It finally happened. They think i’m ready.”she mumbled, who was they she didn’t know and it didn’t matter, what mattered is that she’s back on track. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t the Lamia.”she said frustrated, pulling her hands out of his and kicking the broken glass aside with her foot. “A werewolf, he’s not stable anymore. He has to be put down.”she told him about her target, it was an easy job, was it just a next job in the line or a test to see if she’s really back and not risk it with more powerful target, who knew. “I’ll need to leave tomorrow morning.”

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God, Jon certainly hadn’t missed those ...future visions or whatever that was she always saw. His family has had them too, Liv as well. But none ever fully explained what the hell they received there. They never could, probably. He looked after her with a sigh, then sat down on her bed as he scratched his head. “So you’re back on duty, huh? It’s not the...if someone, at least, saw them. We would know where the fuck they’re hiding. Liam hasn’t gotten..his vision either. I don’t know why it’s taking this long. What are they waiting for? Him to kill my sister?”

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