Welcome to the Club

It seems like, no matter how hard I try, I'm stuck. Stuck in the same old town, same old job. Oh, sorry! Hey, I'm Ali. What can I get ya? ((Multifandom/multiverse RP blog for my OC. I check here often so if you want to start something, let me know. Mun is 18+. I track therandomrose)) Magic Anon Status: None Face Claim: Amber Heard

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Oh... I forgot I still had this blog whoops

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So I've been a horrible mun for ol' Ali here, but I just keep forgetting I have this blog too! I track the tag on my other account here, but I've been focusing on talking to more people on that account rather than just one person here. Sorry guys for this long hiatus, if you were at all concerned, but I'm just not feeling it, you know?

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I LIVE MUTHAFUCKAS

So I've been spending a lot of time on my other blog, and completely forgot about this one, but I still have my drafts and might get back in the SPN mood and such when the new season finally arrives. Until then, expect not a lot.

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Welp that's enough lurking for one night, I am sleep.

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oh ali you know how to get my gears goin’

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yeah i know what u like baby

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Talk dirty to me.

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Gas station bathrooms.

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halloween-themed roleplays (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧ 

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Leo is a psychic. He totes heard me and Morgan.

Okay I'm done being ooc I swear.

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Also, I'm debating changing the url. But like, the only thing that fits really is smalltownpsycho or something. That's just me being a little shit though.

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I just realized something....

I can legally smut now~ 

If I wanted to, at least.

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"Dean, you do kind of sleep with everyone…"

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     ”Not for the past nine months, I haven’t. And not with grey people.” 

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"I dunno... You're also a renowned drinker..."

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rocĸ αɴd roll нιɢн ѕcнool » Teen AU || Open

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Dean found his little brother and was promptly questioned, to which the older boy replied he had something that had to take care of and left it at that. Sam probably assumed it was about a girl, and while he wasn’t wrong per say, he wasn’t right either. He knew his brother’s track record and figured he was probably planning on hooking up with someone. Dean didn’t care to elaborate.

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That night, Dean laid in his motel bed. He couldn’t sleep, and not because of what had happened at school, but some other news his dad had given to him. About the real reason they were in town. They weren’t any closer to catching up with the demon who had killed their mom and the trail had gone cold. He rolled over finally, after he realized his eye sockets were hurting from the strain; Dean had been absentmindedly holding them open as he stared up at the ceiling. He blinked a few times and sighed as he stared across he small room to find his little brother sleeping mostly soundly, snoring away. Tomorrow was going to be hell.

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Ali's night passed slowly, working the books for her mother while the bar kept blaring the same old songs the blonde had come to despise. They were good- classics- but played every night to a drunken crowd that never remembered they had requested it the night before... They got on her nerves.

When she finally trekked back home, Mom not willing to leave the bar to one of the bartenders for ten minutes or so, she was exhausted. Both from the strain the numbers added to her brain and eyes, but from that damned new kid. They entire time she was thinking of what she could have done, what she should have done...

Finally, she staggered her way up the steps and to her room, not bothering to change but rather stripping off her jacket and sleeping in her clothes. She could shower and change in the morning, for now she just needed some rest.

         The next day came too soon. She managed to wake up, shower, throw on some shorts and one of her brother's shirts before making a mad dash to avoid being late. Vanessa was there to greet her, quip and all, but she was a bit preoccupied with tying her still-damp hair up and straightening her clothes in the small mirror stuck inside her locker. Ever helpful, V had expected she not be very prepared and pulled a soda and bag of chips from her bag. Breakfast of champions as the start of a sucky school day.

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Just Give Me a Reason│| Dean&&Ali

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    “No worries," he answered with a smile of his own. “I don’t do fish." Dean turned his attention back to the person taking their order on the other end of the line. “Yeah, okay, sorry about that I need a—" He rambled off some sort of meat combination and extra cheese. As he conversed away with the lady, he remained blissfully unaware torrent of emotions buzzing her in head. The man carried on cheerily, on the outside.

Just like Ali, Dean felt a sense of imaginary comfort. Everything should not have settled back in this easily. They hadn’t shared a word in months, but one kiss is some kind of magical cure all? No way. Life didn’t work like a fairy tale. Not that he was ungrateful for the seemingly smooth transition, he just couldn’t help expecting some kind of rude awakening.

     "So…" Dean started as he dropped his phone onto the coffee table sitting in front of him. “Got any idea on how to keep us entertained ‘til the food shows up?"

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"No idea." she muttered instinctively, mind a bit preoccupied with doubts and anxiety. The hunter in her, or at least some precautions she had picked up over the past year or so, slowly became more prominent. She didn't have any traps by her door, how was she to know Dean was really Dean after all? It could be a trick, a demon or some other hell-spawn she didn't know the slightest about parading around with the hunter's face.

Still, it would be nice if she was wrong this time. She had to choose her words carefully, maybe try one trick after the other to be sure. Or she could ask him outright, save them both some time if they decided to just brawl it out right then and there.

"Hey, Dean?" Her eyes rose to meet his hesitantly, returning the pillow to a different part of the couch. "Something's bugging me..."

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So I'm a turd who finally has a night without homework, but also doesn't feel like replying.

Whoops sorry guys and by guys I mean Leo since he's the only one cool enough to ever reply~

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So I've had a buttload of homework but I will eventually get back in the rp mood ps I got glasses and according to people I am a cutie.

This has been an update on me, now back to your regularly scheduled dashes.

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rocĸ αɴd roll нιɢн ѕcнool » Teen AU || Open

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     ”A few hours ago, I didn’t know you and you wouldn’t have dared to stand up ‘n call me out like that.” No, he didn’t ‘want to make his own cred’. If anything, he wanted to slide by for the next month with a blanket of arrogance wrapped tightly around him, providing a cushion between him and the staring eyes. He wanted to invite only a few inside long enough to be used, if he wanted any interaction at all. 

Now, that bubble had been popped, his blanket pulled away, and he felt almost naked underneath. People would talk about the picture Ali had painted in the classroom, and it would become the hot topic just long enough to thrust him in the limelight for the duration of his stay at the pitiful little high school. 

     ”Whatever, though. Bye.” Dean stepped back from her and then spun on his heel to take off down the hall with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

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"Dean--!" Ali had moved to go after him, hesitating and finally dropping her outstretched hand. She had seriously messed up, and now instead of befriending the new kid, she had completely ruined his chances at the school. At least, perhaps to him.

The others in the class probably didn't care. For all they knew, he was just a flirt and was into the Greaser style. Actually, half of them probably just looked at him to judge him for themselves, not paying attention to the blonde. The thought brought a bitter smile to her lips; as if anyone would have listened anyway.

She wasn't the popular girl, just a couple teachers' pet and a professional procrastinator. All around average, otherwise. She didn't show she came from a decent amount of money, and she had scorned the more popular crowd by not "hooking them up" through her family's business.

Hell, she could have used a friend as much as Dean. But, as the blonde pushed her way out the front door and ambled down the sidewalk towards the main strip of town, she knew she blew it. Back to square one, and on to avoiding Dean the next day.

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rocĸ αɴd roll нιɢн ѕcнool » Teen AU || Open

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Dean scoffed, a wide grin full not of joy but heavy sarcasm and bitterness splitting his face.

      “You don’t even know me,” he muttered.

He turned away to stare out the window. He didn’t have to explain himself, he knew he didn’t. God, when did he ever? But for some awful reason, he felt like he had to spill his life story to this girl. For what? To prove he’s not a dick? That he’s more than a one liner and bad attitude? It wasn’t until she dropped the apology on him that he even thought about looking at her again.

Dean watched as Ali slid off of her perch and made for the door. He hurried after her, since he would kind of have to head in that direction anyway eventually. He caught her by the shoulder. 

     ”Hey— what do you even care? You think I’m the only guy in this school like that? If you’re going to say sorry you can at least mean it.” He drew in a sharp breath through his nostrils and pulled his hand away from her.

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When the hand stopped her, she mentally cursed. If only she was faster, this could have been avoided. If only she knew when to stop... Spinning about to face him, Ali chewed on her lower lip. She meant the apology, as halfheartedly she had said it.

"I know there are other guys like that." Her eyes searched his, head tilting to the side. "Why does this even bug you so much? A few hours ago you wouldn't have given a shit. Or is it just because you wanted to make your own cred?"

Regret turned to confusion, and that to anger matching his. Why did he insist upon making her apologize and "mean it"? She hadn't done anything wrong! If nothing else, people just thought she was being a wise ass. It was better than what people once still said about her and her family.

But Dean wouldn't understand. Hell, would he even care?