Human
Written by Megan.
15 posts.
18 years old.
lady lover.
I am Female.
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Post by Sadie Robbins on Dec 29, 2022 0:18:45 GMT
Goosebumps peppered the porcelain skin of Sadie’s arms as Jamie leaned into her space and dropped her voice for only her to hear. Her eyes studied the pair across from them as she listened, trying to calm her heart as she hummed in agreement to Jamie’s plan. Fear had spiked within her when the liquid had splashed on Murphy, his stare so unnerving she had to look away, but she was settling as the moment passed. Freddy hadn’t seemed hurt by his hold (if anything, he looked aroused, the masochistic fucker) and that was proven as she arched her eyebrows his way and he shrugged. They'd known each other so long, learned the ins and outs of each others' expressions that they were able to speak without words.
'Are you alrigh?' Sadie's eyes asked.
'More than, that was hot as hell,' his replied.
She rolled hers, a small smile ticking at the corner of her lips as her gaze returned to him and narrowed, 'You're so weird. Only you'd get off on that.'
'No kink-shaming! It's in the friendship bylaws,' his look countered. She snorted.
'You sure you're okay,' she double-checked, eyes soft and brows drawn in close.
'Promise, Sadie Baby. He didn't hurt me,' he assured.
Knowing Freddy was okay, she felt comfortable turning her focus to Jamie. She looked at her then, smiling warmly down at her as she nodded. “Sounds good, Jamie,” she praised, bouncing from foot to foot as her lips grew tighter—her grin brighter, “I know how to get under Freddy’s skin, so don’t even worry about it. We’ve got this.” She rose her arm Jamie’s way, giving her a thumbs up, but not touching her (it took great restraint, but she wasn’t stupid enough to keep pushing her luck and risking Jamie just leaving all together as she got fed up with the unwelcome touches, she wouldn’t put it past the girl). She didn’t want to mess this up, to have Jamie lock this door before Sadie even had a chance to pry it open. As eager as she was, she knew she needed to take a step back and play her cards right. But when Murphy’s throw had the ball whizzing in her peripheral and thwacking Jamie with surprising force and then the cup tilting over and spilling over her front, well, she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. On instinct, she stripped off her over shirt, leaving her in her tank top as she pressed the fabric to Jamie’s waist—hissing out a shocked “Oh fuck” under her breath. How he got that beer pong ball to move at that speed, she’d never understand and knowing what she did about Murphy, it had to be on purpose. She bit her tongue, not wanting to lash out at the scary male, but her ever cheery face darkened. Sadie was frowning as she dabbed at Jamie’s clothes before her brain caught up with her actions. “Oh, yikes,” she muttered, embarrassed and pulling her hands away, “I’m sorry. Here.” She held the cloth out to Jamie for her to dry herself off, blushing and leaning away. Talk about overbearing. She was going to scare her away for sure. Sadie looked over to Freddy then, trying to find it in her to smile at him, even as he plotted with the enemy. Traitor. How he could have a crush on someone so mean, she’d never know. “Talk about a sore loser,” she whispered to Jamie as she stepped away, leaning down to grab the ball where it had rolled towards the pool. With little preamble, she tossed it towards the boys’ cups once she was back beside Jamie, sinking it with no effort. She shot a wink at the girl, smiling once more as if to say ‘ha, that was for you’. The boys begrudgingly drank. Freddy’s grins came easier, but Murphy seemingly was unaffected. Freddy fished out the ball, raising it and taking a moment to aim before tossing it. It just barely landed in the cup, almost as if something had fucked with the shot, but Sadie summed that up to both her and him being tipsy. The drinks affecting his aim and her vision. She pouted as she reached for her drink and took another long pull, crinkling her nose and sticking her tongue out as the bitter taste settled on her buds. “Get ‘em, pretty girl,” she encouraged, nodding towards the ball as it was Jamie’s turn. Just beyond her, Sadie caught sight of Ashton and Jade stepping out onto the back porch. She waved at Jade; Ashton’s back turned to her as he closed the sliding glass door. She seemed happier, but maybe Sadie was a little too intoxicated to tell. Her attention honed back in on Jamie, carefully surveying her reactions and her mood.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
132 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Female.
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Post by Jade Little on Jan 2, 2023 19:58:57 GMT
She hadn’t expected to catch a glimpse of tears in his eyes and her heart clenched, fingers desperate to ease the sadness, to make him happy in anyway she could. Today had been blown way out of proportion. Maybe she shouldn’t have opened up to Blake, what if that had just exacerbated everything? Her heartbeat was rising, worry slowly gnawing her up inside at those glassy eyes. Someone who hadn’t dealt with Slots maybe would have reacted differently, seen it as a sign of love and care. Jade couldn’t help but see a reflection of blame. It was the same sight she saw in the image each day. Somehow it was her fault, she just knew it. No one would say it but Jade knew, their grey days were in part because of her. No matter how many smiles she pushed their way when sometimes all she wanted to do was scream, she was a bringer of misery. That inner turmoil had her lips pressing together, sadness tinging her eyes. But, as always, it was but a flicker of emotion across her face before it was pushed away and the teasing and joking returned.
The return of the smile on his face, the slight grating of his hand against her palm reassured her and temporarily hid that worry away. Maybe she just needed to find some far away cliffside and shout into the abyss, curse the sky and boys who could break her heart. Maybe a moment of wildness and ferality would ease her soul and place her into a state of peace and tranquility. Or maybe she just needed to stop fretting and going off on tangents in her head, huh, Jadey?
Telling him about Slots was not a conversation she’d expected to have when she’d woken up that morning but maybe it was perfect timing. Maybe then she’d relax a little more. He’d know her weaknesses. He’d tread more carefully. She wouldn’t have to hide her feelings - herself - anymore. Or, as much, anyway.
She was tired of being a caricature. Half of it had become her now, she knew that. Her high fiving Eli earlier hadn’t been an accident, that was authentic Jade but all those smiles, all those attempts at easing tension were a desperate need to stay desirable and the apple of Ashton’s eye. What if without all that she pretended to be, she wasn’t enough?
But she’d continue pretending.
So the giggle came out as she suggested they go find their friends when deep in her heart, all she wanted to do now was be with him.
Her heart softened, butter melting on the counter, desperate to mould around him and stick to him. So, maybe more like honey in the sun. Unable to completely get rid of it once you’d touched it.
It felt as if he could see inside her soul, as if she couldn’t hide her deepest, darkest thoughts from him anymore. He knew what to do. How to heal and soothe her concerns, and dammit was she falling even more. It felt like an endless free fall, a jump from a plane but the ocean only proceeded to get further and further away. She feared how much it would hurt, how big the shock would be when she finally hit the water. But maybe she’d find relief there. Relief when she finally let him know. When she finally admitted to herself that she was…
The kiss was like medicine, Jade didn’t want it to break off, didn’t want the distance between them to reappear. She needed him. Desperately. She’d commented on them sneaking away earlier as a way to prove to him that she wanted him and only him but boy oh boy, it was feeling less like a joke with each split second that passed. She didn’t want to fool herself into believing he felt the same, but god, that nervousness in his voice was doing something to her insides, eyes darkening and hand clasping firmly around his, a little resistance in it. “Wait, wait,” she whispered, pulling him back to her with minimal effort. “I don’t want to go yet, speedy,” she joked, this time the words felt genuine as she acted on what she wanted. There was a long second where she just looked up at him, her heart turning mushy soft, sheer will keeping those three potent words at bay. Reaching up on her tiptoes she placed a delicate kiss against his cheek, then another on his forehead, his other cheek, then finally his lips, a little diamond of love and care, a pattern she’d done countless times on him by this point. Half the time they could be loud and obnoxious, designed to make him laugh until the very last one. Other times, like right now, they were a pure message, something gentle and soft, just for him. Just for them. Her lips pressed against his, one hand still tangled around his and the other on his shoulder for balance, until eventually, “oh fuck,” her balance gave out and she started to slip. Ashton’s hand was there within a second, steadying her and ensuring she didn’t fall or stumble anymore. “Gotta work on my calf strength, clearly,” she got out, a mixture of desire, longing, calm and joy in her eyes now. This felt real. This was her. The perfect blend of soft, joking and sincere.
Held by him, Jade’s lips started to part, and the words were nearly there when suddenly she caught the end of someone saying they were going to the bathroom and she knew the moment was over. Mouth closing, Jade smiled broadly up at her boyfriend, “good to know you’ll catch me when I fall,” those words came out without much thought and she internally winced. Learn when to shut up, Jade.
As someone headed their way, Jade blanked on his name but knew he was the girl - who wasn’t Sadie’s - boyfriend. “Hey,” she said, the word half laugh and half actual English, Zach smiled, raising his hand in response before ducking inside. “Probably our cue to go see everyone else,” Jade admitted even with how happy and content she was in the hallway.
Reluctantly she pulled them away, laughing when she felt Ash’s hand tug back just a little, but they couldn’t hide out forever or someone would think they were up to no good.
Emerging back into the living room, hand in hand with Ashton, Jade beamed at Blake looked across at them, wanting him most of all to know that she was okay and happy. But, they could talk to Blake later, Jade was rather excited to catch Murphy and his potential girlfriend - but truly who knew with him - in action so it was another tug on Ash’s hand towards the back porch. “I feel like I shouldn’t be so keen to see Murphy playing a game but unless we’re about to run off, it’s all I want right now,” she spoke quietly as they walked together, Ash opening the door and Jade stepping through. Catching sight of Sadie, Jade gave the other girl a cheery wave in return. Her eyes quickly took in what looked like an increasingly tense situation with Murphy on one side and the red-headed girl scowling across at him. “Do we need hardhats on to be out here with them playing?” She teased, keeping close to Ashton’s side as they continued their approach.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Jan 2, 2023 21:36:24 GMT
Jamie could imagine what her mother would say, “you must reign in that rage, darling, it will only lead to trouble.” But Jamie was past giving a shit today and her mother was the exact person to blame. Sure, it wasn’t right to toss out her anger and annoyance towards Murphy or even Sadie but they were all so perfectly situated in the firing line that she couldn’t help herself.
She could feel the piercing heat and pressure of Murphy’s stare. She didn’t need werewolf abilities to sniff out his own rage and venom. Two sides of the same fucking coin. The unluckiest penny going around. Too bad that Sadie and Freddy had decided to get involved. The two were too pent up to consider how others could or would react. Jamie was pretty sure they’d have a messy scrap one day and quite frankly, she was excited for when that moment finally came. He was the only person who felt like an equal. Equally frustrated and furious with the world. Equally struggling to fit in, though she would never vocalise that struggling out loud. But equal in so many ways. Too similar, perhaps. They weren’t sweet and sour, they were just sour. Tangy and acrid if you bit off too much. Only for those looking for the unexpected to try out and interact with.
She should have expected it. Should have done more to anticipate that he’d retaliate so soon and so quickly. Still, her anger seared deep and hot inside of her, suddenly all too aware of the dew slowly forming on the grass around them, and of the sheer volume of water in the pool. It would only take a little thought and she could command it. To do what, she was still figuring out, but there it was, at the tip of her fingers and the edge of her periphery. Use me, use me. Choke him- no. Jamie shot the thought down quickly, the sting of the ball had already vanished and she could quickly draw the water out from her clothes if she so wanted to but that would be, well, fucking blatantly obvious. She could deal with being damp. It was his words that had her spewing, that had the voice inside of her near begging to be released and given the reins. “Funny,” she replied, voice void of emotions or amusement, her mind calculating what to do next. Her face turned, a wicked smile gracing her lips as Freddy knocked his shoulder against Murphy. Time to play.
Her head tilted, predator sizing up prey. Shark vs. wolf. Jamie knew that Ashton would turn up sooner rather than later, knew that Murphy would have to reign it in once he arrived. Jamie on the other hand? Nobody owned her. She was no one’s little pet. Her family were hunters and here she was, alive. So truly, she felt untouchable and every pearly white tooth in her smile reflected that.
The reassurance from Sadie that she could get to Freddy only added to her willingness to engage on all fronts. Maybe she was a bad fox. Maybe she didn’t care. Maybe the world should be chaos. At least then she’d feel like she had a proper place in it.
She hardly reacted to Sadie’s touches, not letting herself seem grateful or ungrateful for the help. She couldn’t give Murphy fuel to play with. From now on, she was unbothered, poker face locked in. “It’s okay,” she replied, not wanting to seem mean to the girl who was on her team. She mindlessly dabbed the shirt against her side, focusing on drawing some of the damp out whilst she did so, she could argue that the shirt was just super absorbent. Only Murphy would have enough reason to question it and he wouldn’t, not here in front of others. Her eyes idly followed Sadie as she picked up the ball and made another successful throw, a glimmer of surprise shone in her eyes at two good throws on the bounce. The wink had Jamie snapping out of it, removing the shirt from her side and tying it around her waist for the time being. She wasn’t a complete animal, she wouldn’t just toss it onto the ground.
She focused on the cups in front of her and Sadie and as Freddy raised his arm, she tuned into each little bucket of water but her mind was still calling out her for more than just this small stuff, the ball struggled as it went to land, the water bulging ever so but it still sank in. Jamie felt somewhat guilty for the fact that Sadie was drinking when she was not but there was genuinely no point and she couldn’t be dealing with drinking piss flavoured liquid without the benefits of it.
Pretty girl. Jamie’s fingers flexed, gaze cutting to Murphy as she plucked the ball out, chucked it in the air to dry it out and caught it all while fixing those bright eyes on the boy. It was then that a flicker of activity caught her attention, “look, Murphy, your dad just got here to pick you up,” she said matter-of-factly, tossing the ball as her sentence ended. She was somewhat smarter this time, picking a cup closer to Freddy to not rattle Murphy quite so much. “And another successful landing for team Jamie and Sadie, meanwhile your last shots have been a bit rough. Make sure you don’t mess up in front of daddy.” The word was a purr, hands firmly on her hips and a sly look shared with Sadie.
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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 10, 2023 1:03:00 GMT
The tricky thing about being a werewolf, besides the glaringly obvious (shifting on full moons and the stress of keeping the power hidden), was the scents secreted by others. It was learning how to decipher each and every one. It was the trial and error of decoding an opponent, of keeping his nose from twitching and eyes from giving away this forbidden knowledge. He’d had to learn to mask his tells, a difficult feat for someone so naturally expressive as him. Ashton was good at it now, his slow inhales through his nose second nature by now, but there were some scents still that had him visibly reacting. Murphy’s anger was a toxic shock—so dark and bitter that Ashton had to fight from scrunching his nose up at the smell. The brutal scent of all-consuming guilt, like acid—sulfuric and rotten and he barely can keep his food down when it hits his nose. And then this, this sickly sweet, flowery scent rolling off of Jade in waves. It wasn’t bad, not even close, but it had his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. It had always been subtle—spiking occasionally, in moments where he’d do something kind or loving. It was overpowering now, his eyes watering at the corners for a whole new, non-emotional reason. This wasn’t a scent he’s named yet. No one has smelled this way around him before and that made him fearful. Was this…? Could she…? He couldn’t think the word, couldn’t finish his own unspoken questions. He couldn’t spiral down that rabbit hole. Not now. Not when Erin’s hickeys were healing where they were hidden under his shirt—not when he’d scrubbed and scrubbed but could still feel her sister’s hands on his skin. Fingers bruising and desperate where they had pressed.
Ashton felt sick.
He leaned into each kiss she planted—cheek, forehead, cheek, lips—letting it distract him. He savored the last one, pressing a little firmer into the touch as his fingers tightened where they held her. And maybe he knocked her unsteady with his force, maybe she was just his clumsy little Jadey-Baby, but he caught her regardless of why she'd had fallen into him. His palm pressed against the small of her back, holding her against his chest as he smiled down at her (it was a blinding thing, so bright and full and unlike the cocky ones he’d shared with her as of late—it was real, genuine). Her words had his smile faltering, shock causing his lips to part and eyes to widen. Falling. Falling in—no, no he can’t. She can’t. If she knew what he’d done, no matter how much he was growing to hate it—no matter how sorry he is. No. Jade can’t love him because he can’t handle breaking her heart that much more. And yet, his face softened, a quick recovery as a rosy color tinted his cheeks and his eyelids fell half-mast. “Always will, darling,” he promised and he shouldn’t have. He knew he shouldn’t have.
But maybe he was letting off that same cloying, rose-scented smell and he just couldn’t tell.
Maybe Ashton felt the same and couldn’t admit it
Maybe he couldn’t hide anything as well as he thinks he can.
He perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, glancing over his shoulder and just barely meeting the eyes of a boy he knows to be Zach. Jade had greeted him, the boy nodding before stepping into the restroom and locking the door. Ashton frowned as she began to step away, resisting for only a moment before he conceded and followed after her. If he was pouting, she didn’t look back in time to catch it.
Ashton needed a few more moments on their own but would never ask—he couldn’t risk her pushing for why, her heart so big and full that she wouldn’t stop until she got out of him why he was upset so she could help. So she could try to fix it, and that thought had his heart breaking. He followed after her without a word.
His eyes caught Blake’s as they walked out hand in hand, giving his friend a shallow nod and private smile before Eli flickered into view. Blake was talking to his friend animatedly, hands waving and smile grand, but Eli’s eyes followed the shape of Jade’s own grin before dropping to their connected hands and rising once more to catch Ashton’s gaze. He didn’t let his lips dip into the frown they wanted to as he held Munson’s stare, instead, squeezing Jade’s hand and turning his head away as he reached to open the door for her like a gentleman would. It was easy to keep his lips lifted at her teasing, laughing under his breath as he eased the door shut and turning towards the group outside. He was surprised to find two others with friends, curiosity instantly brewing in his gut as he took a moment to study the people before him. Murphy and Jamie stood at opposite ends of the beer pong table, paired with someone of the same sex and looking equally uncomfortable and aggravated.
Huh.
Ashton wouldn’t put money on this being a date. He wouldn’t even dare put a dollar on them being friends, but he felt that must be more accurate than them fucking. He knew Murphy had been spending a fair amount of time with the girl—who he didn’t know well—but couldn’t understand why. They obviously didn’t like each other.
“We just might,” he said on a breathy chuckle, eyes hard now as he slowly led them closer. He didn’t like the auras he was feeling, the scents in the air. Murphy was seething at the mouth and Jamie referenced him as the boy’s father twice. Again, he was dumbfounded, staring at the redhead in disbelief as she sank the ball in a cup in front of Eddie? Freddy? Mullet Boy.
Daddy? Okay, what the fuck was going on and who the hell did this little lady think she was?
He refrained from making a crass joke, eyes dropping to Jade as he pushed his lips closer together to keep the 'only one girl gets to call me that ' sealed tight inside. He didn’t want to push it, to make her uncomfortable as he had earlier today with what he’d said about her and Sadie (and with Sadie standing right there, it really wouldn’t make him look too hot). Ashton came to a stop not too far from the table, closer to the boys’ side than the girls’ as he pulled Jade against him—arm around her shoulder and chin tucked atop her head as he leaned over her and leveled his gaze upon Jamie.
“Daddy, huh,” it wasn’t a sneer, but his lips were twisted into a cocky smirk and his tone was rich with sarcasm (though it was clear he didn’t hate the name, maybe too much pride in his eyes that this was his reputation), “Didn’t know we were friendly enough for that, Jamie.” And he wouldn’t have known her name if he hadn’t overheard it. He looked at Murphy then, standing to his full height as he stared down at his beta. Murphy shifted away from Freddy, his scent dampening but his face unwavering. He wouldn’t back down in front of a group and Ashton wouldn’t ask him to, but he did respect him enough to dip his head just slightly. No one else would catch the act as submissive, but it had Ashton smiling.
“You being a good boy for daddy?” Ashton hummed, voice deep and seductive—playing up the part as he reached past Freddy to ruffle Murphy’s hair. The beta smacked at his hand for show, frowning as he fixed his floppy hair—shuffling it back into place, his bangs shaggy where they rested on his forehead. He glanced over at Jamie and Sadie once more, trying to get a read on the pair, but it was no easy feat. He was off his game, with Jade’s scent pressed so close to his side and flooding his senses it was almost impossible to really get a feel for the situation. He looked down at her then, smiling gently as he raised the hand not snug on her shoulder to smooth down her hair before he cupped her jaw. Murphy let out a gagging noise and Ashton only laughed. He didn’t say anything to Jade, instead studying her eyes—searching for anything out of place, but maybe he chose to not look too closely. He could hear Sadie let out a soft cooing noise, clearly enamored with the display of affection. Freddy just let out a soft laugh, shaking his head at his friend as he shook the liquid from the ball and held it out to Murphy.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
no thanks.
I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on Jan 10, 2023 1:08:40 GMT
Murphy wasn’t one to be afraid. Fear wasn’t something he was familiar with if it meant anything other than invoking it in others. He didn’t cower under Ashton’s glowering stares. He didn’t hesitate in his stride as darkness settled upon his route. He didn’t cry or scream or plead. He wasn’t a bitch. But in this moment, as Jamie’s eyes rose to meet his and nothing but pure, lethal rage boiled over, he shifted his stance and dragged his hands down his front—wiping the gathered sweat from his palms. He wasn’t afraid, not even nervous, but that look—it made him uneasy. Murphy didn’t let his gaze waver, though. He wouldn’t back down from her challenge, but he knew he had shifted around just enough to give away that she’d made him uncomfortable. A small victory in their war. Nothing to gloat over, though. Not that she could now with their guests.
He knew backlash was coming for him and he was prepared. It was the when that had him antsy.
Sadie’s ball landing didn’t bother him. This was less about beer pong now and more about pissing Jamie off the most he could—edging her right to the precipice of disaster, seeing if she’d blow here and now. She had more of a reputation to lose than he did. He watched Freddy’s ball closely, nostrils flaring as he watched the way it lifted in the cup—eyes rising to meet Jamie’s as he caught on to her trickery, but it was just his luck that she was distracted enough to not be able to truly cheat. Or maybe not luck at all. Murphy had played his cards just right.
He heard Ashton approaching before Jamie took notice, but he wasn’t prepared for what came out of her mouth. If he was anyone else, maybe he’d have blushed—and maybe she was expecting him to get upset at the term, but instead he only smirked and eyed his approaching alpha. Little did she know that Murphy did call him daddy around their shared home. Ashton was bold enough to make it his Instagram handle and the pink tint to Ashton’s cheeks was one of the only things that could get Murphy to laugh.
He wasn’t bothered by it, and neither was his alpha, taking the nickname tumbling off foreign lips in stride. Like always, he was able to slip into a conversation right in the midst of it. He snickered as Ashton subtly called Jamie out on the term, frowning as the attention was turned onto him. He knew what Jamie was expecting, for Murphy to act like a good little puppy and heel at Ashton’s side, but his alpha gave him more freedom than that. He knew who Murphy was. He didn’t ask him to change.
“Oh, the best,” Murphy grumbled sarcastically, letting Freddy drop the ball into his hand so he wouldn’t have to touch him—and still, Freddy found a way to let his fingertips drag against his palm. He frowned at where the phantom heat still lingered before he curled his fingers around the small sphere. “You know me, Daddy,” it came out biting, eyes meeting Jamie’s across the table—frosted and cruel, “Such a good boy.” He threw the ball then, sudden and without warning and Jamie just barely had time to raise the liquid in a cup before the ball landed in the one behind it. Sadie was tipsy enough that she didn’t take note, instead booing at the boys as she sipped meekly at her drink—nearing her limit and knowing to slow down.
Ashton chortled then, a snorted sound rushing out of his nose as he shook his head at the group. Murphy met his eyes, smirking at him—and it didn’t falter when Ashton’s eyes widened as if he suddenly remembered something. He kissed Jade’s forehead before scooting behind Freddy and wrapping his arm around Murphy. The beta looked up at him, face devoid of emotion, but his arched eyebrow gave away his minimal curiosity. Out of sight, Ashton moved the vials of wolfsbane from his pocket to Murphy’s, patting it as he murmured, “Got the goods for you.” Murphy hummed noncommittally, not wanting to make a big deal out of it as Ashton moved back to Jade’s side. He could hear Ashton whisper an excuse to Jade’s curious look, a brief, “He asked me to bring something from home.” He wiggled his brows, and Murphy rolled his eyes at the implication that he had asked Ashton to bring him condoms.
As fucking if.
Murphy looked back at the table in time to see Sadie miss. She hiccuped out an apology to Jamie and when Freddy aimed for the cup, he missed as well. He didn’t look away from Jamie’s eyes as Freddy patted his back and said a sorry of his own—stinking of lust and liquor. He knew the girl had cheated, but couldn’t say anything about it. Instead he waited, mindful of Ashton’s curious eyes as he stared his opponent down.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
132 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Female.
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Post by Jade Little on Jan 12, 2023 21:02:05 GMT
Starlight. Disco balls. Towns decorated with twinkling Christmas lights. None of them compared to the smile Ashton had sent her way. It had an oh my god, you’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen meets I wanna have your babies right here right now kind of impact on Jade. Her stomach flip-flopping, heartbeat tripling in speed. She was so obsessed, she couldn’t deny it anymore. It was gonna come out one day, a blurt, a tumble as she spoke and she’d reveal those cards she was holding so close.
But he’d said always.
She had to trust that. He wasn’t Slots. He was Ashton. How could he… why would he lie? Now that her anxieties were easing as she was back in the comfort of his all encompassing warmth and attention, she felt silly for any doubt she’d felt throughout the day. Slots was gone, buried and locked away. She only cared about Ashton. Only would ever care about Ashton. That was a fact she was starting to feel more and more certain of.
The squeeze against her hand, the smooth move of his arm as opened the door, oh she was so stuck on him. Her intrigue at the game only half took away from focusing on the butterflies in her stomach which seemed to be taking control of every single one of her organs. Walking around with blinkers on only applied to her own relationships, when it came to other people, well Jade had spent plenty of time watching Sabrina and Blake interact over the summer to safely say that she loved being nosy. But could you really blame her? She loved love.
There didn’t seem like there was much love between Murphy and Jamie.
Maybe curiosity does really kill the cat. Maybe she should have kept them tucked away in their own little bubble of peace in the hallway as she noted the lethal look in Murphy's eyes. Jade kept her attention on Sadie, hoping that she was okay.
Her attention was jolted, those butterflies kicking up another fuss as they fluttered around her body as he pulled her close, cheeks turning pink at the action. Jade’s eyes met Sadie’s, Jade pressing her lips together, resisting the urge to laugh awkwardly as Ashton said daddy. That Instagram name would haunt her forever.
She couldn’t help the giggle when he said it again, having to look down at her shoes to stop laughing any more. As if there was a button in her head that was aggressively hit whenever he was looking at her, Jade’s head snapped up, awkwardness melting away into that all-consuming softness that overcame her when Ashton was looking at her like this. Damn all the other people around them. It felt like they were all alone. Her eyes were only for him. Her lips only there to grace him with kisses and sweet conversations. A smile designed to laugh at all his jokes. Obsessed. Utterly and entirely obsessed by him. Her skin was tingling, smile spreading wide at the affection, at the feeling of being cared for and wanted even in front of his friends and people who they’d didn’t even really know.
There was only hope in her eyes now that her nerves were settling. Hope that she could move on from her past, forget Slots and be herself. Hope that this was it. No more heartbreak. Part of her just wanted to snap her fingers and whisk them both away from here but flickers of movement from the corner of her eye reminded her that no, they were here at a party which she wanted to go to. Gotta stick it out, Jadey.
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Supernatural
Written by Jasmin.
75 posts.
17 years old.
gaaaay.
I am Female.
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Post by Jamie King on Jan 15, 2023 23:40:01 GMT
She’d seen Ashton around school plenty of times but where other girls would pause mid conversation and whisper to their friends to look down the hallway, Jamie would often carry on talking, telling Lottie something so unhinged half the time that her friend would stare at her in shock before cracking up. He made no impact on her the way he seemed to most of the school. No power. No control. As his eyes levelled on her, Jamie simply stared back at him, not a flicker of temptation, longing or obedience in those blue eyes. Just a hint of challenge.
Still, she could play along. “Here I was thinking we were best buds,” she replied smoothly, a flash of pearly white teeth sealing the statement as her hands rested on the edge of the table. Sadie had all but vanished from her mind. Freddy and Jade, too. All her focus went on studying the way Murphy interacted with Ashton. Fascinating. The ruffle of Murphy’s hair, something Jamie wouldn’t dare - or, let’s be honest, want to - do had her head tilting to the side, red hair gleaming in the light as it fell with the action. Her smile shifted into something a little more genuine as Murphy batted Ashton’s hand away. Seems some restrictions were there even for his beloved alpha.
Something clicked in her head, maybe it was Sadie’s shirt around her waist or the reactions to Ashton and Jade acting all coupley and cute, an image she couldn’t ever picture for herself, but Jamie made herself relax her position, stepping back from the table and taking a breath. She could get away with acting out around Murphy because they knew where each other’s hard lines and absolutely do not cross points were. But these other people? Jamie still had a little bit of a reputation to build. Complete asshole bitch did have its perks but, looking at Murphy now, she knew it had its long, lonely, dark alley moments.
Those cruel eyes had her feet shifting, grounding herself and preparing herself to… well, who knows with Murphy - charge, duck, run? All of the above? Maybe. But her senses had locked in, attention scattered across the few remaining cups on her side of the table. Sadie was a subtle distraction in the corner of her eye, Jamie wishing she could have some forcefield to keep people at bay, to stop them from getting just an inch too close. It was the flicker of the other girl in her periphery that had her reactions a little slow, the wrong cup of water pushing at its rim. Fuck. Jamie sighed, staring down at the cup where beads of water were running down its bright plastic sides. Wrong fucking cup. Rubbing her fingers across her brow, Jamie tuned out Sadie’s booing, she had to focus. She couldn’t lose.
She was busy staring blankly at the cups that she only caught the edge of Murphy and Ashton’s exchange, her eyes pinging over to Jade who had clasped her hands together and was making herself busy by scanning the garden, suddenly looking lost without Ashton tucked against her side. Jamie was curious though before realisation clicked and her eyebrows perked up, a laugh about ready to leave her but then Sadie was picking up the ball and Jamie couldn’t stop the doubt that was already playing out in her head.
And rightfully so.
A miss. But Jamie forced a sympathetic smile to her lips at Sadie’s apology. Someone else may have reached out, patted Sadie on the back and offered words of encouragement but the smile was about the extent of Jamie’s ability for empathy whilst Murphy was hovering only a few feet away. This time she was more focused and Freddy had to miss. She couldn’t fall a cup behind. She tracked the curve of his ball to perfection, water bubbling just enough to toss the ball out. Subtle to everyone else, it looked as if it had just bounced off the rim. But Jamie knew. When her eyes met Murphy’s, she knew he knew, too. Still, he had to expect it. She’d done it before. She’d do it again. It wasn’t in her nature to lose when she had ways to win.
Looking at Ashton could have given it away. How he’d react to her cheating antics, she had no idea.
The game was in her hands. Quite literally as she grabbed the ball from where it had landed against the edge of a different cup. But Murphy seemed too calm for her liking. “It’s alright, Sadie,” she said, rolling the ball between her fingers as it seemed to effortlessly spiral between each digit. She cut her gaze away from Murphy, if he wanted to stare, he was more than welcome to watch her charisma play out. She had ways to be charming. It felt entirely fake these days but, it was a skill that she couldn’t just lose overnight.
“This is just a game,” the ball kept spinning, it never wavered in its easy dance, as Jamie levelled her eyes on the girl besides up, “don’t look at Murphy and let that stare of his tell you otherwise, his only tactic is to make you nervous.” She leant closer then, fingers clamping down on the ball as she was the one to burst through Sadie’s space this time. All part of the plan to put Murphy into a state of pure confusion. “And he’s not even good at that, I mean look at you,” she pulled back, meeting Sadie’s eyes, “confident enough to boo him, I love it, in fact, up the heckling. I’m sure Freddy will know it’s not personal,” she twisted then, tossing Freddy a friendly waggle of her fingers. Her voice kept low, quietening as she continued. “We’re going to win this and you’ll be able to brag about it and Mr. I’m-so-tough-and-mean Murphy will seem like a little kitty cat.”
“With the brains of Patrick the starfish,” as she said those words, her arm raised, eyes once again levelled on Sadie, not even looking at the table, just safe in her mental calculations and natural reflexes, and she threw the ball. It felt as if the world went silent for a moment until she heard the quiet splash of it making landfall. The specific cup didn’t bother her. She just needed to show off a little. “See, we will win.” She confirmed before finally turning back to her opponents. Off to the side Jade had one hand wrapped around Ashton’s arm and the other was scratching the side of her head as her eyes swept the length of the table, as if she was trying to figure out how Jamie hadn’t missed.
Only Murphy would know. She was fairly certain he hadn’t told Ashton about what she was. Typically, she would have liked to keep it that way. But man, she was pumped up, adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream. In a swift movement she crouched down, fidgeting with her shoelaces as if she’d suddenly realised one was undone. Head tucked down to the ground, Jamie whispered, “oh, Murphy, Murphy, call it quits now before you end up wearing the remaining water on the table.” She looked beneath the table, noting how Jade and Ashton stood almost intertwined, one of Ashton’s legs protectively positioned in front of hers but her right ankle was scooped around his, touching where no one else could see. A frown bloomed on Jamie’s lips. Talking to Sadie like that was probably a mistake. She’d only done it to catch Murphy off guard but it was her traitorous heart that had quickened its pace the whole time that was most unsure of the exchange. She was playing a dangerous game. Murphy and Freddy’s feet were far apart but it looked like Murphy was preparing to throw again. One last ditch effort, “please, I want to get a lil tipsy, so bail out and we can go have a drink, how does that sound?” She stayed squatted for a beat longer but whilst her kitsune abilities seemed rather endless, that wolf hearing was a quality she lacked. She straightened up, shaking out her limbs as she did so and offering Murphy an attempt at an innocent look.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 22, 2023 5:31:41 GMT
Ashton’s chin lifted in a challenging manner, gaze leveled upon Jamie’s unwavering one. He decided then that she must not know who he is, for she’d never be so bold to stare down an alpha. Murphy would have told him if she was a werewolf, would have spilled her dirty secrets into his outstretched palms if he asked. But then again, Murphy hadn’t said much about Jamie to Ashton at all. He gave pause, head tilted curiously to the side as he studied her closer. Was he being a bad friend? No, surely not. He knew he was busy with Jade (and with Erin, his lips dipped just barely into a shallow frown at the thought—he pulled Jade a little closer to his side), but he hadn’t neglected his boys completely. It was okay for Murphy to seek out a friend, or whatever Jamie was to him, of his own. He wasn’t upset. Ashton wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t.
He was.
Murphy was his, as childish as that was. He was his most loyal subject, his pampered little lap dog. He was who he could turn to and know wouldn’t falter. Ashton wondered sometimes what Jensen and Blake would do if (when) his affair finally breached the light. He feared that they would turn against him, that this would be the line in the sand. But Murphy? He’d be at his side. Ashton could slaughter someone in cold blood and Murphy would wipe the crimson from his claws as the body burned. Ashton’s frown deepened for a moment, a soft tug down on the corners before he coerced them upwards—a bittersweet smile on his lips as teeth sparkled in the moonlight. It mirrored hers, disingenuous and bleeding sarcasm. “Lot of girls feel that way, honey,” Ashton purred, fingers tiptoeing around Jade’s waist—getting a better hold on her to pull her impossibly closer, “Not your fault. Just too damn charming, I’m afraid.” He sighed dramatically, looking between his friend and girlfriend as if looking for their agreement before his eyes settled back on Jamie. He decided then that he didn’t like her. He swore it had nothing to do with her friendship with Murphy.
It did.
Ashton, again, was a liar. Maybe that’s all he was anymore.
He led Jade back a few paces away from the table to observe, scenting Murphy’s disgruntled rage and Jamie’s matching bitter fumes. Lust and excitement were deep notes—like roses and chocolate and romance—pouring from the other two and Ashton wasn’t too sure he had the brain capacity after the day he’d had to really look into what that meant. Instead, he shifted his body in front of Jade just enough to establish a boundary—to protect her should Murphy go off the rails or just enforcing his claim over her, he figured it must be a mix of both. Regardless, there was not a breath of air between them. His arm was solid against her waist, lips planting soft kisses to the top of her head each time her heart rate spiked (with each ball thrown, with the rancid hum of Murphy’s voice, with the way Jamie purred at Sadie). His fingers played with hers, reaching across his chest with his left arm to cradle her nervous hands in his. In every way he could, he was touching her. Her presence was all-consuming. It made it impossible for his thoughts to stray. All he could think was Jade Jade Jade, and he found that’s where he wanted to be.
It was blissful. It was euphoric.
It numbed him to what was happening at the table as his eyes fell shut and he wallowed in the comfort of her warmth and flowery billows.
His mind was silent for a moment, no taunting what-ifs or snickering cruelties haunting his thoughts. It was just him and Jade basking in the moonlight, but as voices began to rise around them, he wanted nothing more than to take her home. Out there, on the edge of the preserve and so far from the vibrant lights of the bustling town, the stars glimmered and twirled in the sky. He looked up at the heavens then, frowning slightly as he was just barely able to spot one of those burning celestial bodies. Ashton wanted to curl up on his balcony with Jade, wanted to watch the stars shine their brilliant light down upon them as she prattled on and on about what had been bothering her. He wanted to sprinkle kisses down her exposed neck, drink in her giggles as he nibbled at the slope where her throat met her shoulder. He wanted to cleanse himself of his sins and drown in her purity. He wanted Jade.
God damnit, why was this only dawning on him now?
He heard what Jamie was saying, peeking curiously at the table, but choosing to let it play out. The glittering green of his eyes twinkled in the low lighting of the backyard, watching Murphy now—studying his beta, readying himself to step in if he got too riled up.
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Post by James Murphy on Jan 22, 2023 5:34:44 GMT
Murphy, surprise surprise, was pissed off. His fingers were wrapped around the edge of the table, eyes a frozen tundra as he watched Jamie lean into the drunken girl’s space and spin a web of deceit and cunning. Sadie’s arousal spiked and he almost gagged as the scent clogged his nostrils and filtered into his mouth as he searched for a clean breath of air. It made him turn his head away, eyes catching Freddy’s as the taller male tilted his head and smiled bashfully at Murphy. He wanted to throw up. It wasn’t just Sadie now, but a feverish force of fumes billowing towards him in wafts from Freddy’s direction—and beyond that, from his alpha and his girlfriend. He’d never understand how teenagers were persistently so horny. His gaze found Jamie then, as she continued to whisper to her teammate—frowning deeply at the pair as his fingers curled tighter and tighter. That’s one thing about the redhead, though. She never seemed to muster up an attraction, or at least none that Murphy had caught. Careful spikes in her scent at parties wasn’t a reliable source, not when she was intoxicated and threw smiles at people she’d normally shy away from. She was a goofy drunk. Murphy hated it. Hated dragging her ass back home as she spilled a stream of water behind them.
He knew what she was doing, knew she was only trying to rile him up and throw him off his game, and fuck, it was working. Murphy knew it was a ploy and he was still fucking falling for it. Because that’s who he was, Oscar the Grouch but more feral. More violent.
Kitty cat.
The table creaked with the force of his hold.
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Post by Sadie Robbins on Jan 22, 2023 5:40:13 GMT
Sadie’s eyes were as round as dinner plates, mouth parted in a soft circle shape as she watched the ever-stoic Jamie lean into her space and drop her voice to share something cherished and secret for only her to hear. It didn’t matter what she was saying, it didn’t matter that it was about Murphy—not when she said she loved what Sadie had done. She melted, swooning as she found herself pushing into Jamie’s space to get ever closer. Not touching, she’d done too much of that. She was drunk now, the paranoia of fucking up and scaring her crush off intensified, so she didn’t touch. But God, how she wanted to. How she wanted to reach her hand out and cradle her face the way Ashton had so tenderly held Jade’s. She wanted to look at the pair, to check in with her new friend, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the pretty, pretty blue of Jamie’s. Oh, how she craved to swim deep in those crystal pools, to drown in the depths of her ocean eyes. Someday, she hoped.
She swallowed thickly, nodding mindlessly in agreement to whatever plan Jamie was weaving. She knew she was being obvious, but subtly had never, ever been her strong suit. Why would it be now? Her eyes batted towards Freddy as Jamie directed her attention to him, finding her friend gently swaying as the alcohol burned and buzzed in his chest. He smiled over at them, wiggling his fingers back at Sadie’s partner before his attention turned back to Murphy. Sadie hiccupped at the sight of him, fingers rising to cover her lips as she bounced with another shuddering hiccup. She’d drank too fast but knew that the fear bubbling in her gut was to blame too. Murphy looked like a monster—he reminded her of what she’d thought she’d seen lurking in the shadows of the woods she’d been lost in oh so long ago. She instinctively took a step back, looking back to Jamie as if the girl could save her. Jamie was looking back, purring pretty little words that Sadie clung to as she raised her arm and threw the beer pong ball. It splashed before Sadie could get with the program, her head turning just in time to see the ball bobbing in the cup before it settled and stilled.
“That was,“ she breathed, hand clutching at her chest as she found herself swaying, “So fucking hot.” She let out a giggle, turning back towards Jamie, but she wasn’t there. It took her a moment, head swiveling side to side before she caught sight of shuffling beneath her. Peering down, she wondered why now of all times, Jamie had dropped to her knees to tie her shoe. Maybe to hide from Murphy, and as she looked over at the boy, she couldn’t help but think it was a fine idea. She took a step back, stood just behind Jamie—a little to the right. She swallowed again, fingers tangling and untangling in front of her as she dropped her eyes once more. God, he was so fucking terrifying. Sadie felt awful for being afraid, after what Jamie had said, but she couldn’t help the way her heart raced, and her knees shook.
He was scary. No boy should be so fucking scary.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 22, 2023 5:44:48 GMT
No. No, she didn’t, did she? Ashton straightened up, causing his hold on Jade to shift. Her arm came to wrap around his, pushing into his side as he found himself leaning towards the table. No. He had to be wrong. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the top of Jamie’s head, watching how it bobbed and moved as she spoke to Murphy in hushed whispers. No. Fuck. Did Murphy tell her? How else would she have known he could hear her? He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t fathom that Murphy of all people had spilled their secret. His jaw tightened, teeth grinding and clicking as his gaze batted over to his beta. Murphy didn’t budge, vibrating with rage and simmering with a palpable heat. Ashton couldn’t wrap his head around it. Jamie knew Murphy was a werewolf—must have known that Ashton was (and she still had the audacity to challenge him with that look, what a bitc—no, not the time to get into it). But why? Why would Murphy do that to him, to the pack?
Ashton, on impulse, almost gave himself away. He knew he could look for an aura around her, could find out if she was supernatural—because that would be the only thing that saved Murphy from an ass-beating—but he stopped himself just in time. He couldn’t risk Jade glancing up and seeing his eyes flash red as he studied Jamie. Sadie and Freddy were tipsy enough that he could get away with it, but with the hunter pinned to his side? He couldn’t. Not here, not now. He wishes now that he’d been paying closer attention to the game. He’d seen her throw and land the shot without looking, but had summed it up to luck, but now he wonders what he’d missed. Nonetheless, he was grateful that once again his reaction could be played off as anything but the actual reason. Jade would take it as astonishment that Jamie had landed the throw, not shock that she knew their secret.
Murphy was going to get a fucking earful, but not tonight. He was Jade’s tonight.
All he could do now was watch, eyes burning with annoyance and irritation, but still, his beta didn’t look his way.
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Post by James Murphy on Jan 22, 2023 5:57:53 GMT
Wasn’t it just like a fox to try to weasel their way out of a sticky situation. Jamie must know that she’s pushed too far, trying to salvage what little was left of Murphy’s tolerance by begging for him to concede. Fuck that. Fuck her. Murphy’s lips were pulled back, baring his teeth as he snarled. Freddy stepped back, shuffling from foot to foot as he debated if he should try to reach out or not. He didn’t think it would help, but it was his instinct to comfort with soothing touches. He feared that Murphy would bite him, though. Murphy paid no mind to his partner, instead clutching the ball he’d fished out of the cup and squeezing. It didn’t pop in his palm, he knew to hold himself back enough to not give away his strength, but God how he wanted to destroy everything.
Jamie could beg all she wanted, could be the loser in his eyes, but if he gave in to her, everyone else would perceive him as the sore loser. Even if it was her idea. A fucking fox, indeed.
But Murphy was at his wits end. He couldn’t handle Freddy’s presence—not because it irritated him, but because it had him yearning. He hated it, hated that he wanted this boy who was stuck in the fucking eighties. It had been too long since he’d been with anyone. He felt ridiculous being just another horny teen here.
And after he'd gone on a mental rant about them too. Fucking embarrassing.
He shook the thoughts from his head as Jamie rose to her feet, a sheepish glint to her eyes because she knew what she was asking of him. Murphy wasn’t doing this for her, he told himself. He didn’t like Jamie. They weren’t friends. He was just tired of beer pong and wasn’t this how every match of theirs ended? No winner when he flips the table, right?
He jerked his chin up, a silent signal for Jamie to back the fuck up. It was the only warning she’d get. God, how he wanted to throw the table right fucking at her, but he was a filthy liar when he said he didn’t care because she did mean something to him. He was trying to convince himself that he just didn’t want to deal with her complaining. He knew it wasn’t true. Murphy watched with mirth as Jamie stumbled back a step, pushing right up into Sadie who instinctively wrapped her hands around Jamie’s waist and shuffled back a few extra steps with the force of Jamie’s weight. He doesn’t know what compelled him to, but he raised his hand and pressed his palm to Freddy’s chest—pushing the boy back behind him. Freddy had inched closer, his desire to touch and calm Murphy stronger than his sense of self-preservation. Freddy looked dumbfounded now, fingers ghosting over the spot where his crush had touched him.
Murphy only spared a glance towards his alpha, checking that they were far enough away—not meeting Ashton’s heated gaze in his focus—before his palms settled on the lip of the table and he was hoisting it upwards. It was only seconds after Jamie had risen that he lifted the table, but it felt as if it happened in slow motion. The cups clattered against the stone tiling that lined the poolside, water splashing and ricocheting as it spilled. It soaked the girls’ shoes, trailing off left and right into the pool and garden respectively. The table shuddered as it landed on its’ side, Murphy’s chest heaving as he glowered across the now empty space at Jamie.
“Oops,” was all he said for a long moment, watching from the corner of his eye as Ashton stepped firmly in front of Jade—one hand behind him as it clung to both of hers. He finally caught his alpha’s rage, frowning at the man as he tried to make sense of why he was upset. Normally he’d laugh at such a spectacle. He’d even fucking clap and cheer, but now he looked disappointed—he looked mad at Murphy. He scoured the last minute of interaction. What had happe—oh. That dumb bitch.
His head snapped to Jamie then, lips in a deep scowl as he tried to convey with his glower—flicking his eyes to Ashton and back—that she’d given herself away. Murphy hadn’t told anyone what she was, hadn’t felt a need to yet, but now he’d have to. She’d whispered to him with Ashton right fucking there. Filty fucking fox.
Now he was in trouble.
“Game’s over,” he said begrudgingly, mood dropping as he readied himself for a punishment from daddy, “We all fucking lose.” He stepped over the puddle of water then, heading towards Ashton—hoping no one but his alpha could see his tail tucked between his legs. Freddy awoke from his stupor then, stepping over the water and towards Sadie to check on her. Ashton stared down at Murphy as he beta came to a stop in front of him, and Murphy was surprised when all Ashton said was, “We’ll talk about it later.”
His alpha reached out to ruffle his hair again, the motion a little too harsh and Murphy knew it was only for appearances. Fuck. “Guess Daddy failed at teaching you manners, huh?” Ashton charmed, talking loudly enough to play up his part as the care-free friend. Murphy hated it as much as he appreciated it.
He shot a glare again at Jamie, eyes narrowed over his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah. What the fuck ever,” he grumbled, stepping around Ashton and Jade to head back inside, the vials of wolfsbane clacking together in his pocket. He knew Jamie would follow after him the moment she untangled herself from Sadie—and so what if he waited by the sliding glass door for her instead of barging inside. Fuck off. He didn’t care.
“Should have worn some hard hats after all,” Murphy heard Ashton whisper to Jade, chuckling to his girl privately before turning towards the three stragglers, “Why don’t we head inside? Play a game or something in there since Murphy can’t handle getting beat by some girls.” Murphy frowned deeper, turning his back to the group and sulking. He only ever got this way with Ashton, but it made sense that he was the only one to evoke such a reaction from him. Ashton was the reason he was even alive, he owed everything to him.
He can’t handle letting him down.
Fucking Jamie.
He glanced over his shoulder in time to find Freddy visibly peeling Sadie’s arms off of Jamie before his gaze shifted to where Ashton was facing Jade now, cupping her face in his hands as he tilted her head back and forth to make sure she was okay. He could hear her insisting she was fine around her giggling and Ashton only laughed back before kissing her sweetly. Murphy's frown on worsened, for the first time wondering why Ashton entertained Erin at all when he was so clearly infatuated with Jade. He crushed that thought. It wasn't his place to question his alpha.
Murphy watched as Asthon took Jade's hand, leading her just behind Freddy and Sadie—taking their time moseying back up to the house. Jamie reached him first, and he only looked at her.
He hoped she was fucking happy with herself.
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Post by Jamie King on Jan 26, 2023 21:31:15 GMT
If she was playing with fire, she didn’t care. She could put out any flame that came her way. Alpha or not, she possessed something no one around her did. Power. The ability to control the very bonds of the world around them. Murphy knew but pretty boy Ashton? Jamie could guess he didn’t have a fucking clue.
Honey. Jamie’s smile faltered, her distaste for the pet name now loud and clear on her face. She wouldn’t hide how she felt to him. He meant nothing to her. Murphy’s alpha or not, to Jamie, Ashton was just a boy who seemed to have an opinion far too high of himself. She’d laugh about it with Lottie and Willow at a later date, an activity that had an amused smile passing across her face as she turned away from Ashton.
Gotcha her eyes said as she sensed Murphy’s growing annoyance. Even without wolfish abilities she could feel his aggravation and impatience for the scene she was conjuring up growing. It was deliciously satisfying. He deserved to be called a cat when he was just as easily wound up as one. It was as if she were holding a string in front of him, teasing and taunting and pulling it away just as he was about to pounce on it. Round and round and round as he grew increasingly more frustrated. But she’d throw him a bone every once in a while, a little treat to keep him from jumping on her and shredding her to pieces. She wouldn’t put the temptation past him.
Any effect that her behaviour was having on Sadie, Jamie tried to see past, not allowing herself to become distracted by the way Sadie was leaning closer. She had to keep herself distant from it all. If she opened that door… no, that door was firmly shut and dead-bolted with a warning ‘Do Not Enter’ sign written across it in bright red letters.
The flash of fear on Sadie’s first when she’d looked across at Murphy maybe fuelled Jamie’s aim just a little, honing it so it was oh so perfect. Sadie’s compliment may have caused a brief pink flush to her cheeks. But it was fleeting. Jamie could blame it on the adrenaline of the moment. Nothing more. There was always something else to pinpoint her feelings on.
At least crouched down on the ground no one could get a read on how she was feeling from her face. Baiting Murphy out was another way to distract her inner thoughts. He was a safe space in a way no one else would understand. This next step, if Murphy followed through on pulling out of the game would just distract from the situation further. She could put some much needed distance between herself and Sadie for the rest of the night. Sat safely between Murphy and Blake sounded like the ideal outcome but she would never reveal that she actually wanted to be close to those muppets. The last thing she wanted was to become intertwined with a pack.
She only had to wait a second or so once she was back up on her feet to see her words play out. The flash of movement from him had her backing up, not realising that Sadie was quite that close and fully bumping into the girl.
So much for distracting herself from the situation.
Especially not when- dammit. Jamie’s eyebrows narrowed, squishing every single feeling that bounded its way into her mind away, away, away as Sadie’s arms wrapped around her. This was not what she’d had in mind. The urge to spring free and run fifty yards was definitely strong but there wasn’t enough time for that. Not when she knew exactly what that gesture from Murphy meant.
That boy loved dramatics. Jamie was tempted to sign him up for the school play.
She couldn’t stop the spread of water, still battling internally with the warmth of Sadie’s arms and trying to figure out how to pry herself out of the situation as quickly as possible. Murphy’s glower barely made an impact when all she could think about was getting out, out, out - the very opposite, in Jamie’s mind, to coming out.
Oops. The thought was mutual as Jamie pulled herself away from her own situation just enough to catch wind of the silent exchange between Murphy and Ashton. An exchange which she was promptly brought into. But she could hardly defend herself or offer some explanation when she was still coddled. All she could do was flash a smile, devoid of most light or happiness and more a look of pain than anything. Help me she silently asked the world around her. Maybe Sadie would slip and Jamie would be able to escape. But that also ran the risk of Jamie just being pulled to the ground and potentially landing in an even worse position. Like… on top of her… no, dammit, focus.
She caught what Ashton said to Murphy but she couldn’t even bring herself to laugh or hop in to the conversation. Not when, oh my god, was Sadie just strong or was Jamie’s mind too fucking muddled to wrestle her way out? In fact, no way was Sadie stronger, Jamie just had to focus for one little moment.
“Freddy, great hair,” Jamie got out as he approached, hoping to get an ally on her side to assist in her breakout. The trio’s attention was grabbed then by Ashton suggesting they play a game inside. The thought of another game - competitive or not - had lost its appeal. In fact, Jamie was starting to feel a little too nauseous and overwhelmed with this whole party. But ff she flaked now, one, Murphy would be so suspicious as to why and two, Murphy would call her out on dipping after he did them both a favour. Okay, maybe just a favour for her but she’d never phrase it as a favour because duh, what if he wanted something in return.
There wasn’t even a triumphant look on her face when Ashton poked fun at Murphy for losing to girls. Her mood was souring with each passing second she was stuck to Sadie. Her own heart and mind battling. Her face must have been mildly pathetic enough to warrant help as Freddy was the one to actually get Sadie’s arms off of her. Jamie wasn’t even sure if she’d been actively trying to get out or just been so in her own head that she’d thought she was. Still, Freddy was a little saint to her in that moment. “Good game, fellas,” was all Jamie said to Sadie and Freddy before she darted away as quickly as she could, basically sprinting over to Murphy.
Back to safety.
Who would have fucking thought?
She was quiet for a second as she met Murphy’s gaze and then, “sorry,” the word popped out before she could hold it in. She shot a glance back to Ashton, a line forming between her eyebrows from where she frowned. “A little too competitive,” don’t know my limits. "But hey, it’ll give Freddy and Sadie something to dramatise for years to come.” Jamie had been in the cafeteria before when one of them was going on and on about some story where events were given in such precise detail that once or twice Jamie’s brained had started to think that it too had experienced the moment firsthand.
She shuffled from foot to foot, all unsure and out of sorts in her skin after being so close to Sadie. A fact she was probably making too obvious in front of Murphy. Shaking her head quickly, she pursed her lips before stepping through the door and back into the warmth of the inside of Eli’s home. “Be on my team for this next game, please and do not leave me again.” She didn’t care if maybe she sounded a little needy, she was too rattled. “Oh and if what’s in your coat is what I think it is, give me a strong dose, I beg.” Distraction, distraction, distraction, that’s all she needed.
Maybe not wanted, but if Jamie went after what she wanted? Well, there was every chance the whole of Beacon Hills would be underwater.
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
132 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Female.
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Post by Jade Little on Jan 29, 2023 17:28:41 GMT
They were so close. Jade was so in... to, into him. Her breathing felt a little uneasy in her attempt to focus on the game playing out in front of her whilst Ashton’s fingers felt like licks of flames across her skin. Her insides were truly turning to honey, melting and unable to stay steady and barely able to flicker a smile of agreement toward him when he looked her way.
Jade was barely even processing what Jamie, Murphy and Ashton were talking about, her brain short wiring with every place her body touched Ashton’s. Thoughts of getting a grip or cooling herself off were incredibly distant, only half coming to the surface as Ashton moved them away from the table ever so slightly. The situation became more apparent then, Jade noting that the tension between Jamie and Murphy was almost palpable. Maybe the skin on her arms pebbled a little as she fully took in the scene in front of her. Maybe a hidden smile crossed her lips when Ashton stood ever so slightly in front of her. So protective. So handsome. So perfect. Oh my god, I want to kiss you so bad right now Jade thought as she leant against Ashton’s side, head slotted against his shoulder.
As the game unfolded, Jade’s eyes attempted to keep up, always feeling as if she were a half second behind in realising what was happening. Every throw felt like a jolt to her system. Could you blame her when all she was actually thinking about was Ashton’s arm around her waist and the press of his lips against her head. She knew there was no going back. He was who she wanted, forever and ever. She… her hands were wringing around themselves, fingers linking and unlinking with the fierceness of the game and with the very dangerous directions her thoughts were going in.
But, as Ashton’s hands cradled hers she couldn’t deny it any more.
She was in love with him.
More than just loving him, she was so deeply enamoured by him. She’d fallen so hard and yet, she felt as if she was still falling, falling, falling.
I love you. She wanted to blurt it out then and there as she dared herself to look up at him. Silly decision. She was going to shout it out loud in front of all these other people if she kept looking at him.
Thankfully, Jamie was putting on a bit of a performance and it was enough to tug her gaze from Ashton’s face for long enough to still her tongue. A moment later and Jade’s mouth was falling open, her attention having been on Sadie and Jamie and not on where the ball was. She couldn’t help the shock - and, honestly, awe - as Jamie landed the ball in Murphy’s cup without even looking. One of her hands reached up, fingers scratching at the side of her head in an attempt to figure out how she’d done that so flawlessly.
Was it skill or… Jade’s arm dropped, both hands wrapping Ashton’s arm, holding him close to her as her mind whirred. She’d never taken physical training that seriously as a hunter. She’d never felt particularly well-suited or adept at it. It was too harsh, too heavy, too close to something harmful. But books and learning about who, or rather what, was out there had fascinated her. Her eyes lingered on the bobbing ball as Jamie disappeared under the table. Either Jamie played a lot of ball games, was incredibly lucky or… well, the Little’s had come to Beacon Hills for a reason.
Still, Jade’s mind was too deeply rooted in thinking about her feelings for Ashton to consider Jamie much.
The next few seconds had her heart racing, hands tightening around Ashton’s arm and using his back to cover her face as Murphy in an impressive display of strength, flipped the table. She managed to withhold the little yelp that tried to escape, but her gasp when she took in the mess of cups and water was definitely audible. Yep, that was the Murphy she’d come to know. Her hands trailed down Ashton’s arm and he adjusted his grip so that both of hers were held easily by one of his hands as he positioned her behind him. From her position, she looked over at the two girls, noting Sadie’s arms around Jamie and Jamie’s almost frozen stature. The red headed girl’s face told a different story, mild panic lining her features and her eyes wide. Murphy had that effect.
Jade caught the few words Ashton and Murphy exchanged but she kept herself quiet, watching as Freddy approached Jamie and Sadie, noting how Jamie looked at him like he was a sudden lifeline. Okay… so maybe it wasn’t Murphy who was causing her to stress.
But then Ashton was joking with her and thoughts of everyone else vanished from her mind. Hard hats. Yep, next time she was around Murphy during game time she would definitely be turning up in full body armour. Or maybe she’d just stick to spectating. Her laugh was bright and clear, cheeks round and happy as his attention fell back onto her. The smile didn’t loosen as he spoke to the others, eyes not budging from him. Maybe they widened a little, Jade was pretty sure they’d have turned heart shaped if this was a cartoon, when he finally fully turned to look at her. I love you, I love you, I love you. It was a running mantra in her head.
She couldn’t shake it.
Didn’t want to.
Not as he started to check up on her and all she could do was melt more and more. “I’m fine, Ash, promise,” she said after countless other protests even though she was more than happy to keep this conversation going as he held her face so gently, checking for any signs of damage. “I hid behind you so, I should be checking on you,” Jade tacked on but Ashton just laughed before pulling her closer and Jade’s heart was about to explode as their lips came together. Short and sweet and making her want more and more and more.
“I can’t believe you’d suggest more games after that,” Jade whispered to him as they slowly made their way back towards the door, both of them moving at an incredibly slow pace. Everyone else was already inside, and Jace chanced a glance back at the overturned table, a frown replacing her smile as she took in the scene behind them. “We should fix the table,” she added, not liking the thought of leaving the garden a mess. “Come on,” she was tugging at his hand, pulling him the few yards back to the mini disaster that Murphy had made. Stood by the table, Jade placed a hand on her hip whilst the other held onto Ashton, her thumb dragging across his.
“Well, I’m not very strong so I don’t know why I suggested this,” guilt for her new friend, Eli, of course but with the slight argument that had caused earlier, she wasn’t going to make her reasoning so apparent. There was other reasoning now that she clocked they were alone again. What was with her today? A sly look crossed her face then, one which very few people got to witness. “Except maybe I just wanted to steal my boyfriend away,” the words were quieter than she would have expected, every realisation that she’d had today making her a little shy. She could tell him here and now. Half of her wanted to. Why hold onto those words now she’d fully admitted them to herself?
Because… and she hated her heart for thinking it… what if he didn’t feel the same?
“One round of whatever game they come up with in there and then can we go home?” She asked, nerves beginning to creep up in her stomach. They were a mixture of butterflies and something a little more sinister as that all too familiar voice started to creep into her head. Hopefully the slight smile she’d managed to maintain would hide it all. At the end of the day, she had just wanted an extra minute with them before they went back inside with everyone else.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
71 posts.
18 years old.
no thanks.
I am Male.
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Post by James Murphy on Feb 22, 2023 21:46:23 GMT
The apology had Murphy faltering, pausing in his steps—halfway into the house, hand still clinging to where he had pushed the sliding glass door open. Sorry. He didn’t think he’d even heard the word burn in her mouth, he would have never guessed it to be in her vocabulary. His gaze didn’t soften, his posture stiff as blinked slowly down at Jamie—having turned his head just enough to catch sight of her from his left eye. He frowned, trying to make sense of why she said it. She wasn’t sorry about what she said, nor about being competitive. She didn’t care that she made him look ridiculous by playing on his rage and all but begging him to flip the table to save her ass. So what was it? He didn’t think she caught on to what she’d done just yet, unaware that she just clued Ashton in to her at least knowing he was a werewolf. Ashton could be dense, but he wasn’t stupid (not all of the time). He had already put two and two together. Jamie was on his radar and Murphy was on his shit list. His frown deepened. He wouldn’t lie to Ashton. When his alpha asked, he was going to tell the truth and Jamie could only blame herself. She was the one who spoke to him in a whisper, she was the one who alerted Ashton. He was not going to jeopardize his relationship with Ashton because she’s a dumbass.
This is on her.
But why? Why did she say sorry?
He didn’t have time to ponder further, Jamie was fumbling over her words, flustered in a way he hadn’t seen before. Murphy paused in thought, tilting his chin to the side as he eyed her closer. There was a spike of panic in her scent, a cool-tingling hint of fear. His gaze cast just over her shoulder to where Freddy was guiding Sadie towards them, the girl awestruck as she looked at her hands before showing them to Freddy with a giddy, disbelieving, “I touched her. No, no—I held her. For like, thirty seconds, but it felt like forever and she’s so soft, Freddy.” It wasn’t a difficult puzzle to piece together. Murphy’s eyes dropped back to Jamie, his lips stuck in their pout but there was mirth in his stare. She was too easy to read and he didn’t think she realized that. Murphy wondered if perhaps it was just to him that she was an open book. He could not be bothered with trying to dissect her relationships with her female friends, but from what he’d seen, they were in the dark more than him. He liked that he held more knowledge than she intended to share, that her dirty little secret was plain in the heat on her cheeks and the rush of her scent. It was obvious, but he held onto that nugget of information for later. Now was not the time to unravel such a guarded truth. Murphy would have to pick and peel and he knew he was better off doing that in privacy. Here, in front of so many others, would only lead her to be defensive and she’d lash out in a way that would close off that door for good.
Murphy had to pick his battles wisely if he wanted to win this war. Not that it was much of a war in the first place, but between him and Jamie, the stakes always felt elevated.
He let her ramble, finding it unnerving that she did. It was out of character, so far from her norm. It kind of reminded him of Rose and he had to repress a visible ‘ick’ that wanted to shiver across his skin.
“Jesus, yeah,” he started, voice pitched in irritation as he leaned away from her, “You can be my partner as long as you never apologize to me again. Shit’s fucking gross.” He was surprised his ears weren’t bleeding. His eyes narrowed at her again, more sure than ever in his assessment. A profoundly closeted lesbian who can’t function in the presence of an open and exuberant one. He hummed to himself then, a deep noise that buzzed in his chest as he solidified his judgment. Bitch was gay. No doubt.
He finally moved then, slipping his hand into his pocket and fishing out a vial of wolfsbane. His motions were quick, tossing it to her without much thought, knowing that she would catch it. Ashton had slipped him a few, knowing how Murphy liked to get at these kinds of events. His eyes shifted to his alpha then, finding him distracted with Jade—missing that he’d shared the supernatural toxin. Good. Murphy didn’t want to hear anymore shit from daddy Ashton than he was already going to. As Jamie stealthily slipped the vial into her pocket, he wordlessly turned to walk inside but was met with a solid chest. Murphy’s frown intensified as he stumbled back a step, staring up at Blake who was beaming down at him.
“There’s the life of the party,” Blake chuckled and Murphy huffed, “Was coming out to grab you all, we’re going to play a rousing game of Truth or Dare and wanted to see if you guys wanted in before we started.” Blake took a step back, letting Murphy and Jamie filter in as Freddy and Sadie came up behind them.
“We’re in!” Sadie chipped in excitedly, batting her lashes at Jamie as she walked past them. There was no subtlety in her pink cheeks and bubble-headed, obvious fawning. Freddy’s own rosy face was downturned, his arousal a suffocating scent but at least he was preoccupied enough with his friend that he didn’t mimic her actions towards Murphy. The werewolf watched him go, catching his eye and something strange stirred in his chest as Freddy held his stare.
Feelings. Disgusting.
Murphy glanced briefly at Jamie before agreeing, “Get me drunk first,” to which Blake grinned wolfishly. He nodded them towards the kitchen, but stopped Murphy as he stepped that way.
“Are they okay?” He asked, eyes pointed towards their alpha and his girlfriend. Murphy glanced behind them, watching as Ashton lifted the table back into place at Jade’s asking. He frowned again, but nodded.
“They were being gross as hell with PDA so I think they’re fine,” he stated before pushing past Blake and heading straight for the kitchen, knowing Jamie was in step right behind him—like hell was she going to risk getting caught in a conversation with Blake and being separated from Muprhy after the shitshow that just happened outside.
The kitchen was empty as they entered, the lingering weight of Elliot’s friends stares lifting as they shuffled out of sight. Murphy grabbed himself a cup, dumping a hefty portion of wolfsbane into the bottom before mixing in his preferred liquors for tasting.
“Good to play?” Murphy finally asked, leaning against the counter and sipping at his drink as Jamie made her own. He would never admit he cared and would never call his question an ‘out’, but if she was too skeeved to play a game of Truth or Dare, he was fine to leave. The weight of the day’s revelations were heavy. He didn’t think he could stand to sit across from Ashton, knowing where he’d been an hour before—watching as he sweetened up Jade, simmering under the irritated looks that would be thrown Murphy’s way.
He also didn’t trust Sadie or Freddy with a game like this.
Murphy thought home sounded good right about now, but he would never say that. He was never one to back down from a challenge.
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