Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 13, 2016 20:29:11 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]That was... unexpected, to say the least. She was so used to him replying to her insults with something that was just as rude, but equally as 'jokey', so when he outright called her a whore with no hint of teasing to his voice, she flipped. Her jaw dropped slightly, honestly struggling to believe what he'd just said to her. There was a massive difference between calling someone an idiot and curbside whore, and it was totally unnecessary. The response to everything he'd said before fell off the tip of her tongue, and she hardly listened to anything that came after the insult, all she knew was he was adding insult to injury by staring at her uncovered skin.
She clenched her jaw to stop herself from screaming some obscenity at him, but apparently that didn't help anything, as before she knew what she was actually doing she'd raised her hand and slapped him across the face- hard. So hard, even her hand stung afterwards. That had got the attention of most of the people around them, and they were all starring in shock and disbelief at the scene that was going on in front of them. She didn't stay to see what happened next, though, she just shoved past him, muttering "asshole" as she went. She needed to find somewhere to cool off,and quickly, or she would end up going back there and, probably, beating the shit out of him, or yelling at him, or both. Either way she thought it would be best if she left the scene. She stormed up the stairs and down the hall until she found an empty room- it looked like spare room, and slammed the door behind her. She paced around the room for a minute or so, but found that, if anything, her anger just grew. For the second time in 5 minutes, she lashed out, and slammed her fist into a wall, this time doing no damage to the wall, but creating a bruise to colour her knuckles almost right away. Then came the cursing.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 13, 2016 22:09:47 GMT
He should have seen that coming. It wasn't like he hadn't expected it- every interaction between the two had held tension, each of them on edge but not quite daring to deliver what the other deserved. Always waiting for the other to snap first, and Ashton would've bet money on Erin being that one. Should have. If he actually had someone other than her sister to make that bet with.
It was deserved, more than, but that didn't stop his eyes from flashing a dangerous shade of red- an alpha's rage boiling in the pit of his stomach as he fingered the stinging flesh. He cast his gaze down, trying to avoid drawing further attention to himself as he sobered up quickly, face heated up with embarrassment alongside the swelling of the hand print she'd branded onto his cheek. He felt the eyes of the crowd on him, watching as he leaned bodily against the drink table, the force of her slap having knocked him off balance. His stomach churned, unsettled as it fought against anger and guilt. It was a losing battle. He wanted to be mad, god, he was. He was pissed and barely holding himself in check for the sake of not exposing himself, but it didn't sit well. This was his fault, and he had the overwhelming urge to get sick.
But he was Ashton freaking Pines. He was not going to throw up at his first party in Beacon Hills, and he sure as heck wasn't going to allow his reputation be tainted by standing in the aftermath like a gaping guppy. No, he'd put her in her place.
Or at least make it seem that way.
With a final, sharp inhale, Ashton stormed out of the room and in the direction Erin took off in, his gaze batting fleetingly at Jensen before turning a corner. It wasn't hard to find the room- it was the only door completely shut and had a melody of cursing streaming under the door. With out any preamble, he shoved the door open and then shut tight behind him. He eyed her for a moment, lips parted to let out a spray of harsh words and viscous threats, but as his gaze fell to her purpling hand then back to her stress ridden face, the only thing to fall from his tongue was something so uncharacteristic, it shocked even him.
He apologized, emerald eyes wide with shame and back pressed tight to the door.
"I," a pause, a swallow, a guilty gaze batted down and a bashful kick of booted toes against the carpeted ground, "I'm sorry for what I said. I deserved that." Wow.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on Jan 21, 2016 1:55:51 GMT
Unconsciously, Jensen's fingers tightened the cap- too many experiences of thinking it was sealed and setting it down only to find out it wasn't screwed on right because there was a water stain on his pants, which Ashton loved to point out because he 'peed himself'- before he'd placed it back between his thighs where it was previously. He shrugged off her apology, knowing she wasn't exactly in the right mind set, and that her brain to mouth filter was washed away with every sip of liquor she swallowed. Iris hadn't meant what she said, or rather, hadn't meant to come off so brash when saying it.
Jensen smiled and nodded along with her response, a bit of pity on his face as he learned that she hadn't seen much of her dad recently, but it was washed away quickly once she called him out. A blush painted his cheeks, his hand palming the back of his neck as he looked down at his lap. He chuckled, biting is bottom lip before glancing her way and admitting, "Well, uh- yeah. At work, I usually help her put the groceries in the car," he shrugged, turning the conversation back on her so he has a chance to tame the heat on his face, "Didn't think I was important enough for her to talk about me," a pause, slight disbelief on his features as he asks, "She talks about me?"
The words were barely out of his mouth before the sound of a slap echoed throughout the room, and Jensen's eyes zoned in on Ashton at once. Erin stormed off, and he could see his cousin just barely holding the wolf back before he watched him march after the girl. He wanted to follow, needed to assist his alpha, and maybe his eyes were just a little helpless as they met Iris'. He didn't know what to do.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 24, 2016 0:35:26 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]When Erin heard the door to 'her' room open, she swung round to see who had actually bothered to follow her. She half expected to see the host of the party telling her to get the fuck out of her house. Instead, she found herself looking at Ashton, which did not help calm her down. Was this boy looking for a fight or was he really just an idiot? She clenched her jaw and she stared him down, bunching her hands into fists despite how much it hurt her freshly bruised hand. In fact, the pain helped ground her, gave her something to focus on other then her anger and how much she wanted to slap his stupid pretty face again. The hand print she'd left on his cheek from her last slap only left her humoured and filled with pride, if she was honest. She didn't even feel bad- reason number one that Erin had decided a long time ago she was a monster.
Or, she didn't feel bad until he spoke. When he opened his mouth she braced herself for a flash of anger to run through her and expected another violent outburst from herself, but neither of those things happened, because he surprised her with his words. Her hands fell from their fists, confusion flickering over her features when he apologised. When did Ashton ever say he was sorry? Honestly, she was pretty much speechless, her mind confused by everything going on inside it. She was still angry from what he said, but Ashton had just given her a sincere apology, and something told her that you didn't take that lightly. "Yeah, you did" She settled with for the moment, her voice not angry, but not exactly forgiving either. A silence fell over the pair, but it was a weird one. Not exactly awkward or uncomfortable, but it wasn't nice. It was filled with something, but Erin couldn't quite place her finger on what. Finally, she gave in, and let out a long breath before saying "I still shouldn't have done it. Sorry" In reply, glancing up at him temporarily before looking at the floor again.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 31, 2016 1:09:37 GMT
A rough chuckle fell from his lips, dry and humorless, as his hand raised to rub gently over the stinging flesh on his face before it moved to pet his neck anxiously. He knew that it was more than deserved. He had let the alcohol get the better of him and he'd said something so out of character (well, not really- it was something he would have thought, but never have dared to verbalize) that had hurt her feelings immensely. Ashton had been out of line, and he knew it- now he'd pay for it. Even if his intentions had never been pure, he couldn't deny that his attraction to the Little girls was purely based on lust. It was something about the fight that they put up that had him coming back for more. They weren't easy, and Ashton couldn't fathom what it was that had him tethered to the two temperamental females.
The silence was tense, the moment somber as they both sobered up quite a bit in the heat of their dispute. He couldn't take the quiet, and was just parting his lips when she finally spoke. Instinctively, he shook his head, hand falling to his side as he shrugged. His voice was thick when he spoke, awkward because apologies weren't his forte, but he knew he had to do this, "Nah, it's best that you did. I wouldn't have stopped if you hadn't. Booze brain." His explanation was poor at best, but it was all he could offer to the table.
Ashton should leave. He really should. It'd be the best thing to do right now. Let her cool down and calm her nerves.
But when had he ever been good at doing the right thing? Never. So that's why he took a step forward, gesturing to the hand she was favoring unconsciously with a nod of his head and wave of his hand, his eyes trained on it as he asked, "Is your hand okay?"
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 31, 2016 20:18:50 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin didn't know quite what to say, he was admitting he was in the wrong, and she wasn't used to that, so she was at a loss for words. Instead she just focused on the ground, nodding very lightly. She began clenching and unclenching her fist, trying to loosen it up and stop the pain, but instead she was just causing little flames of pain to shoot through her. She looked back at him when he spoke again. She looked back down at her hand, then at him, not really wanting to admit she was in pain, but knowing she probably should. One thing about Erin was that she hated admitting she was hurt, no matter the situation. Been sliced open by a werewolf? Oh yeah, it's fine, she'll just clean it up back at home. Fallen out of a tree while hiding and/or hunting for something? Just walk it off, no problem.
So instead of actually answering his question she just explained what she'd done "I punched a wall" She told him, raising her hand to show him the purpling skin over her knuckles. It looked worse then it was, since Erin bruised pretty easily, but it did still hurt.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Jan 31, 2016 20:46:07 GMT
Iris giggled, slipping a piece of hair behind her ear as she nodded "Yeah, she lo-" She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as she noticed his attention had been captured by something else, and the rest of the room had gone quieter, so she followed his eyes over to what was going on and could just about see through a parting of the crowd that the girl, Erin, had just slapped Ashton. She took it in, shocked about how much the interaction between the two had changed in the short time she and Jensen had been away. They hadn't particularly seemed to like each other before, but she hadn't seen any physical violence coming between the two. Like most people watching Iris found herself holding her breath waiting to see what happened next, would there be a fight? Or would the anger just fizzle out? Soon she got her answer in the form of the dark haired girl storming through the crowd and away from Ashton, but he just followed her.
Once everyone else got back to what they were doing and the door upstairs had been slammed she turned her attention back to Jensen "Do you want to go see what happened?" She asked, knowing the main reason he was here was to make sure his cousin didn't get into trouble, or at least minimal trouble.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Feb 24, 2016 2:34:16 GMT
Ashton had to stifle the snort that wanted to escape as she tried to wave off her pain, preferring to pretend it was nonexistent rather than fessing up. Typical. He wouldn’t have expected anything else from her. It was clear that it was an unpleasant sting, no matter how much she tried to play it off, so he let his slimy charm slide back into place- effortlessly. He couldn’t play nice for much longer, not like that at least. The apologies made his skin crawl, the soft notes in his voice making him cringe. Showing empathy made him weak. It was safer if he fell into this shell of cockiness- okay, maybe not so much a shell, and not exactly a front either because that’s who he was, but if he maybe laid it on a little thick? Well, he can’t be blamed for trying to save his own hide. If he laid his heart bare once, people would just come to expect it every time and he was not game for that.
With a lazy roll of his eyes, Ashton crossed the room the rest of the way, an easy sway to his hips- confident. Like a snap of his fingers, he was back to the douche-y attitude Erin was so used to (sort of). “Lemme,” he drawled, one hand raised, fingers wiggling as he beaconed her hand to fall into his so he could diagnose the damage she’d done. His eyes lingered on her knuckles, painted a pretty shade of purple, rather than meeting her gaze head on.
Yeah, he felt bad that he’d led her to hurting herself, but he couldn’t help but silently boast at the fact that he’d gotten under her skin so soon. So easily. He was one step closer to getting what he wanted- but boy, did victory sting.
Seriously. His cheek still burns. Man, that girl had one heck of an arm.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Mar 22, 2016 21:04:20 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]You could almost see the change in Ashton's personality physically. It was like he stood a bit taller, or the glint in his eye shone a little brighter. She didn't know what it was, but Erin knew that the kindness between them was gone, and they were back to the love-hate (mostly hate) relationship they'd built up over the few weeks they'd known each other. She watched him walk over to her, a confident spring in his step, and for a second she was honestly confused about what he was going to do. Still, she only faltered for a second, and quickly regained her usual composer that she had around him, lifting her chin so the ridiculous height difference between them was a little less. It still didn't change much, but it made her feel better.
She raised an eyebrow at him as he lowkey commanded her to offer him her hand, glaring at him for a second before she gaze up and dropped her hand into his. She looked over the purple knuckles, suddenly both angry with herself and embarrassed that she'd let words get her this angry- and not just any old words, no, his words. There was no way she'd let herself make the mistake again.
She let her eyes drift up to his face, eyes scanning over his features. It seemed he was trying to avoid her gaze, because he was staring pretty intensely for no apparent reason. Really, she didn't know what came over her, whether she wanted to regain the upper hand by shocking him, or it was just because they were so close, or maybe both, but she found herself pushing up onto her tip toes and her lips pressed against his with some force. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was screaming about Jade- how would she feel? But Erin had always been selfish to her core, so she cut that voice of, along with most of her other thoughts. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled a few steps backwards so she was pushed against a wall, letting herself forget about everything else for now.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on May 30, 2016 5:53:47 GMT
Jensen looked beyond confused as Iris simply stopped, and he almost begged her to continue because he was eager to hear what she’d been about to say- but then he realized why she’d halted. His eyes snapped towards his cousin, lips parted in shock as the dark haired girl smacked him hard, his body rigid with tension as he waited for the moment Ashton let the wolf in him go… but it never came. Instead, all there was in response was an overwhelming silence before his cousin marched off after the girl, and Jensen knew that couldn’t get up.
But it wasn’t until Iris’ voice echoed in his ears that he realized he hadn’t even moved.
This wasn’t his fight. He’d know if something happened, if Ashton would need help- or to be restrained, but he knew his cousin. Ashton wouldn’t hurt her.
So he shook his head, biting his lip as he said, “No, he can handle it,” and then, because he knew that Iris probably didn’t believe that, he added, “I know him. It’ll be okay, just got to give him a moment.” Flashing her a smile, he raised his hand and gestured vaguely between them as he said, “You were saying?” The sooner he got Ashton off his mind, the better.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on May 30, 2016 6:18:37 GMT
So maybe the cockiness was more of front than he let on. As he stood there, holding her hand and starting at the damage that he had led her to cause, Ashton felt nothing but guilt. This was his fault, and no amount of staring at the purple on her knuckles was going to change that. No amount of sneers and smirks and snide would change the fact that he wasn’t cruel. He had a heart, and right now? It was throbbing. He ached, body rigid with tension because he couldn’t understand how he could be this much of an asshole to someone he barely knew- someone he actually liked, surprisingly enough, being around. He liked her snark and her sass and he didn’t want her to hate him the way he’d led her to believe. Ashton had set these rules for himself, ones he’d always abided by, ones he was still trying to enforce because that was who he’d been when his parents were here- and no amount of trying to stay that boy is helping him cope with the fact that they were gone. That he would never be the same. No, he wasn’t truly as cocky as he let on, wasn’t even that much of a dick if he was honest- it was always just a safe guard, which he knew was faltering the longer he simply stared at what he couldn’t fix.
He gulped, throat bobbing as he fought to find something to say- anything, but even if he’d had something, it wouldn’t have mattered.
His thoughts were silenced by a pair of lips, his eyes darting open only to be met by a determined crease of the girl’s brow as she looped her arms around his neck, leaving his own hands to move to hold her in place as she shifted them around- one hand on her waist as the other cupped her face. Ashton was shocked, but got with the program quick. This had been what he was after, after all. And he knew this, knew this better than anything else. He couldn’t express his feelings in words if it was his life on the line, but get the point across with a swipe of his tongue and a press of his lips? That, he could do.
Refusing to even think about it, Ashton pushed her softly against the wall, not willing to use much force as he pinned her in place with his hips pressing up against hers. Tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth for a moment, he let out a pleasant, eager sound before he dove back in- all tongue and teeth and lips as he ravaged her mouth.
Ashton wasn’t good at much, but kissing? That was his specialty- and if this was what Erin was wanting right now? Then who was he to neglect it? Who was he to even question the motives behind it?
Ashton just couldn’t stop himself from plundering the willing mouth. It was instinct.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jun 19, 2016 20:50:07 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Whatthefuckwhtthefuckwhatthefuck. The voice in her mind just wouldn't stop, it was determined to infect her with guilt, flashing pictures of Jade right behind her eyelids whenever it was given the chance. She probably would have stopped by now but, honestly, Ashton was good at what he was doing. Erin had kissed a lot of guys in her time, but Ashton was deffiently up there was one of the best, and that realisation made her even more ashamed. Of course Ashton just had to be good at this- he made her want more, and she could assume that he knew exactly what he was doing. A guy like him must have had practice before. She forced herself to pull her lips away from his for a short second, her head hovering just above his shoulder- in a moment of pure guilt she nearly just hugged him, but some how she thought that was worse. If she hugged him she'd probably start crying, which was even worse then kissing him. Making out was one thing, showing some kind of soppy weakness was something completely different. So, she skimmed her lips back up neck until they were on his lips again.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Aug 19, 2016 6:36:55 GMT
Ashton couldn't give you an exact amount of time his lips were glued to the talented one's that belonged to Erin Little, and he didn't think he wanted to know. That would soil it.
The pair kissed when they were dizzy with it, staring at each other with a mix of guilt and shame alike as they both silently registered what happened.
They split without a word, a silent truce keeping their lips sealed on the matter. Neither would tell Jade. Each for separate reasons.
Ashton ditched the party as soon as he could, too distracted to pretend to be enamored by it. Jensen followed with a honestly apology to Iris, knowing that his cousin couldn't be left alone after what happened.
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