"God, I hope I'm doing this right.

Anyway, hi -- you've reached April. I'm not here to take your call, so leave me a message and I'll get back to you."

OOC: Contact the mun here as well.

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[Set in Winchesters in Everworld. Dean is fullonobiwan and used with permission from his mun who made a request for Dean/April future fic with the prompt “puppy.”]Dean was staring. It wasn’t all that attractive when he wasn’t doing it to her ( Read more... )

April felt like shit, and she wasn’t sure when she was going to start feeling better, but when David appeared in her doorway, she nearly cried over the fact that she wasn’t the only one.

[Set in whatyou_wanted.]If Jalil had had the proper equipment, he probably would have been able to tell them that they had been the victim of a break in the rift of the time-space continuum ( Read more... )

She buried into her jacket as she sat out in the Hyperion’s courtyard, looking up at what she could see of the sky, and hoped that it would still be there when she looked again in the morning.

There is nothing so glorious as a piping hot shower.

Things were always supposed to get better tomorrow, but the problem with Everworld was that that tomorrow rarely ever came.

Negativity was not allowed as far as April was concerned-there was too much death around them for them to focus on the negative, and she just hoped their new arrivals managed not to fall into the same trap that they had all those years ago.