Blair Fuller

26 years old Mother ;; Werewolf ;; Singer DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Hilary Duff, nor am I in any way affiliated with her. This is a closed RP blog.

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[blair--fuller]

Everyday it's getting worse not better, maybe we should sit and finally talk. Cuz where were at it's hard to measure when I'm standin in front of a wall.

You always hurt the people closest to ya, guess I blamed you for everything wrong. And I don't know why it's so hard to tell ya, I guess that's why I'm writing you this song.

You wanna know why I look sad and lonely? You wanna know why I can barely talk? Well, it's not your fault so let me say I'm sorry for makin you the reason for my fall. I wish that I could be like I was before. I was ridin high but now I'm feelin so low. I wish that you could make my world feel better, and take away the hurt so I won't be so far gone.

[blair--fuller]

I Wish || Blair & Colton

[coltonbelfront-blog]

As soon as she took the shot, Colton tossed his back as well; he was still too sober for his own liking. Well, sort of. There was a reason the werewolf often stuck to just beer or just whiskey. Mixing drinks was never a good idea, even with Colton having the impressive tolerance that he did. Still, he wasn’t exactly at the level he’d like, or needed to be, to finish having such a serious conversation. Anything that required him to talk about his feelings was considered serious. And he hated it.

Despite nearly losing his cool, the smallest of smiles formed on the wolves lips as he watched Blair giggle. He knew all too well what that meant. “Are you saying you’ve lost your touch?” he asked, a mock look of disappointment on his face now. It lasted only momentarily, a soft laugh of his own escaping his lips at the thought before ordering another glass of whiskey. He and Blair were a god damn mess. He could never completely ignore the countless memories, both good and bad, that were made with Blair here at Twin Moon. And in general.

The smile slowly faded from Coltons face, his eyes still on Blair. He wanted to ask about that night but he couldn’t bring himself too. The thought of Blair breaking down, or just having a rough moment…he didn’t want to think about it. He couldn’t. “I’m sorry,” he found himself saying before he could stop himself. Colton had been such an ass. A selfish asshole. During her time away he hadn’t once really thought about how hard it must have been for Blair to leave the boys. He’d been so focused on his anger that he hadn’t once considered how Blair was keeping it together while away from her family. The thought forced Colton to toss back his drink, falling silent as the familiar warmth once again made its way down his throat.

"I know," he replied, his blue eyes lingering on the empty glass in his hands. Truthfully, Colton wasn’t sure if the trust between them could ever be repaired. Of course he trusted her with the boys, but…they were a different story. As cliche as it was to say, only time would tell what would become of them. “We’re not going anywhere, Blair. You have all the time in the world to make it up to them. But thankfully, I’m not exactly sure it’s something their going to hold over your head. Bryce is only three, I don’t think he even knows how to hold a grudge yet,” he assured her, a small smile making it’s way onto his face again.

[blair--fuller]

"I've totally lost my touch," she told him, laughter in her words. Blair brushed her blonde hair back from her face. "We used to come here night after night and drink till we fell out on the floor," she said, smiling at the memory, "I don't know that I'll ever last as long as I used to again. Between having kids and then not really drinking for a year... I'm pretty much a lightweight now." Which would explain why she was already feeling a little light headed. One more, she told herself. One more.

She motioned the bartender over and ordered a tall beer. She'd finish with beer because after beer, she knew she couldn't switch back to anything else. Then her focus was back on Colton. Her hands were almost shaking as she tried to keep from turning into a blubbering mess of tears. "Well, I'm glad that they'll forgive me," she said lightly, "I wrote a lot of songs for them. Ones I hope to play to them sometime." She paused.

"But then, I also wonder if I should just give up music completely, so that I never have any temptation to leave again. Not that I would... I just don't want the kids to ever hear that and think..." she shook her head, it didn't matter. Her problems didn't matter here. They wouldn't matter ever again.

"I just..." she started after her beer was placed down. Her fingers nervously ran over the glass in front of her, "I just want you to know, Colton... That I know that I fucked up. And I know that you and I, we were never perfect. But I loved you. Still love you. And I plan to fight for you. You and the kids and us and a family." Her green eyes turned to meet his, they showed the sincerity of her statement. But then a smile pulled at her lips, followed shortly by a warm laugh, "I mean, I wouldn't have written twenty songs about you if I didn't plan to at least try to get you back." 

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[blair--fuller]

[blair--fuller]

I Wish || Blair & Colton

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Colton couldn’t help but chuckle as he gave a small nod. “Hence why I suggested this place. Not to mention Caden and Toby finished my beer,” he replied, a small grin on his face as he reached for and then downed his next shot. Small talk was bound to happen, even with them. It’s not like Blair had been gone for years on end but a lot had changed in her absence. And only because it was Blair, Colton decided to answer her question.

"Everything’s good. Still working down at the garage and bailing Claire out of jail." Colton mentally kicked himself because honestly, what was the point of answering that? It was still the same old shit, just a different day. Yeah, neither of them were sober enough to be having any sort of conversation right now. A slightly amused smile formed on the werewolves face when Blair spoke, both of them watching the bartender as he refilled their shot glasses.

Mid-apology, Colton couldn’t help but reach for another shot. And then another. He shook his head, placing the empty glass on the counter again. “Stop. Stop apologizing,” he said, turning slightly to look at her now. Pissed as he was, Colton couldn’t just idly sit by and let Blair swim in all that guilt, not when he had fucked up so many times in the past himself.

For someone who was stubborn to fault, Colton couldn’t help but notice how quick he was to push aside the anger he felt towards Blair. It did nothing but further irritate the wolf because it only proved one thing: Colton Belfront was still a sucker when it came to Blair Fuller.

"Apologizing isn’t going to change the past, Blair," he began, voice still calm. "It’s done. What happened happened. Just…" he trailed off, letting out a breath as he briefly turned his attention to the bar before looking at her again, "they need you, alright? You know that." He reached over and grabbed another shot, this time handing it to Blair. He wasn’t the only one who was in serious need of this right now. 

[blair--fuller]

Blair was more than a little surprised when he told her to stop apologizing. She'd honestly thought she'd be apologizing for the rest of her life. And maybe she would, just not verbally. But when he extended a shot to her - as strange as it may be - she almost saw it like... a silent peace offering. Her hazel eyes moved from the shot glass up to his eyes as she reached out to take it. "Thanks," she said softly, raising the glass to her lips and tilting it back.

She knew it didn't happen that quickly; but mixing colors of liquor was a terrible idea. And she knew that her tolerance wasn't as high as it used to be. She couldn't help but giggle lightly at the thought of what her former self would have thought about the slight buzz Blair was already feeling. When she saw the look Colton gave her, she let out another giggle. "Sorry. Just thinking about... How I used to act around here. And how that me would be pretty disappointed in how much of a light weight I've become."

Blair paused as she thought back over her time away, "I didn't really drink while I was gone. Except this one time that I was just... And then I..." She felt her hand go to cover the tattoo on her arm again. Clearing her throat, "It was a bad night, moving on."

She pressed her lips together before looking to him, "I know that I have a lot of work to do to rebuild the trust between us. And it probably won't ever be like it was before. But, like I said. I love those kids. I plan to be the mother that I never had. I don't ever want my kids to feel abandoned ever again."

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Think you’re all about me, but I’m all about y o u

[blair--fuller]

I Wish || Blair & Colton

[coltonbelfront-blog]

Colton was more than surprised when Blair turned suddenly and wrapped her arms around him rather than sit down. He felt his body go rigid for a moment before quickly relaxing, his blue eyes looking down at her now. What was even more unexpected than the hug was the wave of memories that suddenly came with it. He couldn’t help but think of the past, a time when things had seemed so much simpler. Of course their relationship had their ups and downs and for the longest time now Colton had been only focusing on the downs. He wanted to hate Blair, a part of him really believed he did, but he couldn’t. Not when she she given him Bryce and Charlie, and certainly not when something as simple as an embrace like this managed to quickly push the past aside.

After everything she was the one thanking him? It wasn’t right. Granted, Blair had made the wrong decision when it came to leaving the boys but in all honesty, it’s not like the eldest Belfront hadn’t fucked up in the past. In fact, there was a lot Colton had done in the past that Blair was unaware of and would undoubtedly look at him differently if she knew the truth. But Blair’s departure had, surprisingly, done him some good. Being a single dad was allowing Colton to finally get his life together…it had only taken him thirty years to do so and he still wasn’t all the way there. He could only flash her a small smile, unable to say anything.

Until she mentioned the drinks.

The smile on his face turned into a genuine grin as he chuckled. “Never anything but Jack,” he replied, taking a seat on the stool next to Blair now. Despite Jaden not being there, Colton recognized all the bartenders on duty (considering he practically lived at Twin Moon when he wasn’t with the boys). “Just put it on my tab, Jake,” he told the bartender, who gave a nod as he placed the shots in front of them. Before he left, Colton motioned him for an entire round because if there was anything he and Blair were good at, it was drinking. Granted, the results weren’t always pretty but at least they had fun. Most of the time.

And if they were going to have a conversation that was remotely serious, Colton couldn’t be completely sober. Anything that required the Befronts to talk about their feelings would also require alcohol. ”To this dump of a town,” he half joked, reaching for his shot and briefly motioning it to Blair before taking it down.

[blair--fuller]

Blair glanced over at him with a bit of a smile before nodding and raising her own shot glass to him before throwing it back. She then quickly threw back her next shot before feeling like she was able to form words again. "So, how have things been?" she asked him, one arm folding so her thumb could rub absentmindedly at the thick as thieves tattoo that she'd gotten for the man seated beside her. She didn't particularly know how he'd feel about it, so she wasn't exactly going to come out in the open about it. But, at this point, she could hide it and benefit from it and the memories it brought to strengthen her.

"I feel like people who've been away for a long time are like... obligated to ask that," she said, a light laugh in her words, "But, after all we've been through, I also feel like we're past all the small talk stuff." After a pause she added, "Though, I don't know if either of us are near drunk enough to speak candidly about the things we really need to talk about."

She looked up and caught eyes with the bartender before tapping the rims of her shot glasses. She watched as he moved over and refilled them, and she eagerly took both of them down after he'd moved away. Blair shook her head to battle the burn in her throat before letting out a sigh, "I'm still not near drunk enough, but I'm the guilty party here, so I feel this need to keep talking. Like silence is going to kill me or something."

Raising a hand, Blair combed her blonde hair back from her face before looking over at him. "I know I've said most of this already. But, I really am sorry, Colton. If there were some way for me to go back and undo it, I would. Leaving the boys, leaving you... It was the biggest mistake I've ever made. And... I don't know if I was like... fated to do it or something. To make me realize exactly how much I need to be here, or to learn a lesson or some shit... But if that's true, then I've learned my fucking lesson." 

She swallowed hard at the lump forming in the back of her throat, "I will never want to be away from the boys or you ever again."

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[blair--fuller]

"The love you have for your child is so much greater than any challenge you’ll face as a parent, and that’s what helps you through."

[fansofhilary]

[blair--fuller]

Welcome Back Party || Blair & Ronnie (closed)

[veronicacothry]

Ronnie nodded as she listened to her best friend. “Yeah, makes sense. Trying to get all the kinks worked out and all. But I’m sure the boys’ll be thrilled to see you when you do get it all figured out.” she smiled. Boy, what would she give to see the reunion between the twins and their mom. Though Blair had been gone for a while, she was still talked about. The boys may be young, but they had heard of their mother many times, at least from Ronnie.

She reached across the table and squeezed Blair’s hand, tenderness that Ronnie didn’t offer to many. But then again, there weren’t many people who had been her friend for as long as Blair had been. “We’re glad you’re home too.” she said with a smile. “And I’m sure Colton’ll get over the shock of having you back soon enough.” she added after a short pause, knowing how much that was probably weighing on Blair’s mind as well. 

[blair--fuller]

Blair gazed at Ronnie as she spoke. She hoped she was right. Blair honestly couldn't wait to see the boys. Every moment she spent away hurt her. She knew it was her own fault; but she'd realized her mistake now and was trying to fix it. It made the separation all that much harder. Blair swallowed hard at the lump in her throat as Ronnie mentioned Colton. "Thanks," she said squeezing her friend's hand back.

"But, I don't think there's any kind of... future for Colton and I beyond being parents of the same children," she said, a sad smile touching her face. As much as she was trying to be okay with it, it still sucked. "I really messed up by leaving. And... To be honest, I'm not entirely sure that he was mine to begin with. There was always... something holding him back." Blair had a feeling she knew exactly what that something was, but she wasn't going to do that. "I think I've just... Got to accept that Colton and I will never be more than parents. I can just hope that someday we'll be able to be friends again."

Blair then cleared her throat, trying not to let tears take over, "But enough about me and my sob story. What's been going on with you?"

[blair--fuller]

I Wish || Blair & Colton

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Colton would be lying if he said he hadn’t been debating giving Blair a lift. They were going to the same place after all, it was a harmless action. A harmless action that was accompanied with far too many memories. Colton wasn’t sure if he wanted to relive those memories right now…but maybe after some alcohol he would. Or more realisitcly, time. The age old saying that time heals everything had to apply here, right?

Ignoring his conscience, he locked up the house before making his way towards his bike, watching Blair make her way to her own car out of the corners of his eyes. The werewolf merely nodded. “Twin Moon Tavern?” he suggested as he got onto his bike. He finally glanced over at Blair who gave a slight nod before getting into her car. Colton forced himself to not give it a second thought before pulling out of his driveway and taking off. Thankfully, he lived a little less than five minutes from the famous werewolf bar.

He got off his bike, watching as Blair pulled up into the spot next to him. “Looks like it’s a full house,” he said, secretly relieved as he examined the rather full parking lot. Colton wasn’t exactly sure he if he wanted to be alone with Blair right now and this was the best way to get them in a more social environment. Unfortunately, the second they walked into the bar Colton was flooded with old memories. The pair had spent countless amount of nights in here.

"Hopefully Jaden’s in," he said, motioning to an empty spot in the middle of the bar. Colton placed a gentle hand on the small of Blair’s back, allowing her to lead the way without being separated from him.

[blair--fuller]

Blair had to hum to herself. The whole ride over, she was humming like it was her job. She didn't however - think about the song that she was humming. If she thought about the song, she'd probably just turn around and go home to seclude herself away from the world she'd fucked up. But, she only had one chance to fix things with Colton, she wasn't going to blow it just because she was a weak person.

As she stepped out of her car after their arrival, she glanced around. He was right. It was rather packed here. She didn't even attempt to look for cars she knew. There would be no friendly faces for her, that she knew. She could only hope that Colton's face would be friendly again someday, and that was what the focus of tonight was about anyway, right?

But it was his hand on her back that was going to undo her. There were already so many memories swirling around them. All the times they'd been here, that she'd pulled him out on the dance floor or sat in his lap at the bar. His hand on her back was searingly hot, a reminder that she was in the present, not the past. How she wished she were in the past. 

It had been a blur - the walk to the bar, that is - and before she knew it, they'd arrived. But instead of taking her seat, she whirled around and wrapped her arms around Colton's torso (since standing a foot shorter than him meant she could hardly reach his neck). She pressed her cheek to his chest and hugged him tightly. She didn't expect him to return it, but it was something she felt she had to do.

"Thank you," she said after pulling back from him and clearing her throat. She gazed up at him after a moment and smiled a bit, "For not slamming the door in my face." He could have. He could have thrown that door into her face and have been done with it. But he hadn't, and she hoped he knew how grateful she was.

She turned then and climbed into the bar stool, smiling as the bartender (who sadly wasn't Jaden) finally came over, "I'm going to need two shots of vodka to start, please." She nodded towards Colton with a grin, "And I'm gonna guess he'll want something with Jack Daniels involved."

[blair--fuller]

Just Make Out Already || Blair & Finn

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Finn didn’t really mind unannounced guests — of any kind, really. It was to be expected, considering he did live in a forest, and everything was pretty much free reign The guy didn’t even have an address let alone a piece of mail to claim the place as his own. Usually, his unexpected guests were one of the Belfronts or another werewolf, but the blonde making herself comfortable on his front stoop was unfamiliar at first.

"Blair Fuller," he spoke, her name practically dripping in syrup as he kicked off his bike and met her open arms with a big dopey grin. Finn couldn’t be mad at Blair, even if most of the Belfronts had been, and while he didn’t know the entirety of the situation, Finn had always figured that everybody deserved to take some time for themselves every once in awhile. That could have been him rationalizing with himself, considering he had once left the state for a whole month and nobody seemed to notice. Or maybe care. He for sure didn’t give a shit. A hand rested atop her head as she pulled back from the hug, his hand ruffling the strands as he messed up the blonde’s hair. “How’ve you been, hotshot?” he asked, completely ignoring the same question she had directed at him. Honestly, his life had been the same since she left. He was still the mess of a human being she knew when she left Oxford and not much would ever really change that. 

[blair--fuller]

Blair was so happy to see a smiling face. But then, when was Finn not smiling? It was one of the many things she adored about him. That dopey grin was probably one of the best things that she'd seen since she'd been home. "I've been pretty shitty," she said honestly, shrugging her shoulders. She laughed a bit, "I had some fun while I was away. But I'm certainly glad to be home."

Blair then motioned over to where she'd been sitting and the twelve pack of beer she'd brought along, "That was your favorite last time we spent any time together, I'm hoping that's still true." She nudged him with her elbow and grinned happily, "I figured we could drink and just have a good time."

She and Finn had always managed to have a good time; though maybe that was just the way about the other werewolf. "Who knows, maybe it'll even be like old times and we'll end up making out," she told him with a wink, walking over to the case of beer and grabbing two, handing one to him.

[blair--fuller]

I Wish || Blair & Colton

[coltonbelfront-blog]

The corners of Colton’s mouth curved up slightly, showing the faintest of smiles for a moment. Even Blair knew that this whole being level headed and calm thing was very uncharacteristic of him. The eldest Belront was more of the act first think later type, that much was a fact. It was honestly what got him into the most trouble in the first place; but when it came down to it, Colton could be just as level headed as the next person. It just didn’t happen too often.

Or maybe it did. Maybe Colton hadn’t actually acknowledged the fact that he had changed over the past two years. In a sense the oldest Belfront was still the same guy he’d always been just…more responsible. As the oldest of the bunch, Colton had always managed keep an eye out for his siblings and cousins but not to his full capacity. He was there causing havoc with them 99.9 percent of the time. But having Bryce and Charlie was different. He couldn’t exactly explain how parenthood had changed him but he was sure Blair would understand.

"It’s not going to be easy," he finally said, his blue eyes landing on Blair again. Colton knew for a fact that the boys needed Blair. Despite their history and current issues, he didn’t want their relationship to keep the boys from knowing their mother. It wasn’t fair to them. Maybe that’s what was keeping him so level headed right now; whenever Bryce and Charlie were involved, the responsible adult in Colton came out.

But the thought of Blair writing songs about the boys or even crying over them daily was nothing surprising to the werewolf. Of course Blair had missed them. Whether or not she had missed him was another story, one Colton wasn’t sure he needed to hear or even wanted to know. Bryce and Charlies relationship with their mother mattered, not his and Blair’s. Whatever they had between them would have to wait. Running a hand down his face, Colton stood up abruptly. ”Caden and Toby were over last night and cleaned out my fridge,” he said, making his way over to the kitchen and grabbing his keys. If he and Blair were going to continue this conversation or even attempt to amend their relationship than alcohol was going to be needed. Lots of it. Colton reappeared at the doorway and motioned towards the front door, not even bothering to ask. 

[blair--fuller]

Blair watched him exit the room, her green eyes cautiously curious. She felt that she was walking a very tight line here, like she was a visitor among her own life. She could be present, but she couldn't question anything or be thrown out. Life wasn't supposed to feel like that, was it? But when he returned to the room with his keys in hand, she put two and two together and stood. She leaned down and grabbed her purse that she'd placed down; remembered the small, thin tattoo on her arm that she didn't particularly want him to see, and pulled down the sleeve of her shirt.

Clearing her throat, she righted herself and turned, heading out the door and back into the fresh air. Had she been breathing? The way the oxygen suddenly hit her, it felt like she'd been holding her breath the whole time she was in there. Had she been that afraid? Yes. The answer was yes. After all the shit she'd done, and the feelings for him she knew he didn't reciprocate... She was terrified.

Blair pulled her keys out of her purse and unlocked her car. "I'll meet you there?" she asked, taking the couple of steps down from his front porch before turning to look at him. The last thing she expected was for him to want to ride with her, or for him to allow her to ride with him. Her eyes turned to where his motorcycle sat; and she could easily remember the many rides she'd had on the back of it. She didn't think about how badly she wanted to again, just turned her eyes back to him to await his answer.