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grinlikecheshire:

He let her ramble on, watching in almost-amusement as she stumbled over her words to explain herself. He wasn’t in the least bit upset with her, concerned for her safety yes, but more than that he felt honoured to have someone like her on his side, rooting for him. When she finished, he felt laughter bubble up in his chest at the idea of Augustus being punched in the face. “Thank you for that,” he said, once his laughter had subsided. “He deserves a punch in the face from time to time,”

Another feeling formed within him: confusion. Finley had punched Augustus in the face, and he didn’t so much as leave a scratch on her? For what purpose, exactly? It was certainly something else to think about, on the growing laundry list of things to consider given his recent confession. “I could never be mad at you, you know that, right? You’re family. And you were just looking out for me. That’s more than I could ever ask for, from anyone. Genuinely…I’m surprised he didn’t do anything to you. I’m glad, of course, but shocked. That’s alarmingly out of character for him…”

laughter was the last thing finley had expected as a reaction from charlie, but as he laughed she let out a sigh of relief. she knew she would have gone crazy if he was upset with her, and knowing that he wasn’t allowed her to relax a bit more. “i agree,” she responded as she looked at him with a smile, “he definitely deserved it that day.”

when he assured her that he would never be mad with her she gave him a small nod, letting him know she understood. of course the same was true for her, and she was sure charlie knew that. when he commented that it seemed strange that augustus hadn’t fought back she shrugged, “i thought he was going to kill me for sure, but then he just backed away and let me run. it was weird, but luckily i haven’t seen him around since then.”

“anyways, you’re supposed to be going to sleep. you’ve had a hell of a day,” she reminded him with a soft smile. once he was laying down she curled up next to him, one hand holding onto his while her cheek rested on the pillow they were sharing and she looked at him. “we’ll figure this all out, okay? love sucks, but i think you’ll be alright.”

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grinlikecheshire:

He watched her expression shift into one of confusion and felt his own mirror hers. There was no clarity whatsoever when it came to Augustus. Even Finley’s words of advice didn’t sit well with him. If Augustus wasn’t right for him, then why had these feelings persisted, for far longer than Finley could even fathom? “I guess…what I’m trying to say is…it’s almost like he has no regard for anyone other than himself,” but even as he said it, he wasn’t sure it was true. Then: a thought occurred to him, from something that had happened so long ago now he had nearly forgotten about it entirely. “Hang on…didn’t you meet him, Finley? What happened?” He asked, his tone light and genuinely curious. There was not an ounce of accusation in his tone, and as he waited for her to reply, he found he was holding his breath.

A ghost of a frown appeared on his face as his thoughts unintentionally went down the same route as Finley’s, though he could’ve never known. It would be difficult to watch Finley grow older without him, but if his friendship with Arabella proved anything it was that the age of humans mattered very little to Charlie. No, the hardest thing would be something he adamantly refused to think about, so he changed track. It was still early in the day, but a nap sounded like something he desperately needed. Looking at her, he wanted nothing more than to sleep next to her, someone who loved him unconditionally and supported him unwaveringly. “Let’s sleep together,” he said, yawning.

his question threw her off, her meeting with augustus had been so scary and not at all what she had planned it to be. she knew that telling him may cause him to be angry with her, but she also couldn’t lie to him, not ever. “uh, yeah we did meet.” her eyes focused intently on her hands, hoping to avoid his gaze entirely. “it didn’t go very well at all,” she said quietly. “i ended up punching him, actually. he said our friendship needed work and that there were things about you i didn’t know, and i got really angry.” she stole a glance up at him and immediately regretted it, her eyes flitting back down right away. “i’m really sorry, i shouldn’t have even gotten involved in the first place, but he had hurt you so much and i couldn’t stand to know he was walking around thinking that was okay. he also knows i’m a wolf, so that probably wasn’t my brightest move either.”

the only thing she wanted to do was cuddle up next to him and sleep, but she knew they couldn’t do that until he had a chance to react. she put her hand lightly on his leg and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, “i was trying to protect you. and he didn’t hurt me at all, so i think he may have understood why i was doing it. you know i’d do absolutely anything for you, right?” she asked, finally bringing her eyes up to meet his with a sad smile on her face. “you’re the best friend i’ve ever had, and i protect the people i love.”

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grinlikecheshire:

No, he supposed, love wasn’t easy. But was it meant to be this hard? Or was it actually really simple, and it was him that was over-complicating things? All he had ever learned from love was how to lose it in the worst possible way…without even a goodbye. But then he thought about Finley, who he loved unconditionally. Time and time again, she was there when he needed her most and never once had she flinched or faltered. She was tireless in her devotion to him, and for that he was endlessly grateful. Even though he would never have an eternity with her (which he tried not to think about too hard), he was happy to have even the smallest slice of time with her.

“Maybe not,” he said, with a small smile - one that quickly returned to a frown. “I…was not a good person when I was with him. I don’t…I’m not sure he’s a good person, you know?” He wrung his hands together, his mind reminding him of all the moments that statement was proved wrong, namely with Dimitri. Or, even, the very fact that he saved his life. Perhaps people weren’t all black and white, and there was something else stopping him from being with Augustus, something he didn’t quite have the name for. Shaking his head, his smile grew once more, “If I died, know I’d come back as a ghost to haunt you and your absolutely wonderful grilled cheese.” He said, even though he knew that wouldn’t be possible. He gave her offer some thought, thinking there was nothing in the world he wanted more than just that. “I think you’re right. I’ll stay here.”

finley’s eyebrows came together as he tried to explain to her his thought process, but it seemed as though he didn’t really seem to have a good idea of what he was trying to convince her of. but she didn’t want to question him any more, “someone who makes you into someone you’re not definitely isn’t right for you, maybe just try and look at it that way. it might make it easier?” she suggested, but didn’t sound so sure of her advice. her dealings in love were limited, as in she had never experienced it before. though things with thiago seemed to be heading that way, prior to him she had no other situations to draw on for help with charlie’s problem. “i just know that all i’ve seen him do is hurt you, and even though you may love each other i don’t know if the pain is worth it. there are plenty other people out there who will treat you infinitely better than augustus has, i promise.”

at his joke and smile she felt relieved, he was starting to get back to normal at least a little bit. “i know that’s impossible, but it’s still a sweet sentiment.” finley generally tried to ignore the fact that she would continue aging as charlie remained the same. she hoped and prayed that her growing older wouldn’t cause the friendship between them to weaken, but it was a constant fear nagging at the back of her mind. she pushed the thought away and focused back on charlie as he agreed that staying the night with her was a good idea. “great! it’ll be like a slumber party,” she replied with a wide grin. “go ahead and lay down, do you want me to sleep on the ground or with you?”

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grinlikecheshire:

It was a strange thing to accept, he realized. Something he had struggled with since the inception of their friendship, something he might possibly have an issue with for much longer. That’s what I’m here for. While he would, in a heartbeat, return the favour, it was hard to imagine himself as deserving of her love and support. Perhaps because…it was hard to imagine himself as deserving of love and support…from anyone. A memory came to mind, of one of the very first things Augustus had ever said to him. How true it echoed, even today.

At that moment, instead of keeping his walls up, instead of uttering the other apology that rested on his lips, he allowed himself to cave into her —physically as much as emotionally —and let himself be comforted, once more, by Finley: this time, without reservation. “Well…truthfully,” he began, near sniffling, “I said I felt the same. And here I am now, completely lost. I can’t be with him…I can’t…I mean, he is who he is. And somehow, I’m still in love with that person. But…he is who he is.” He shook his head, feeling awfully confused by the whole thing. “I’m alive, Fin. I’m alive and I get to be here, with you,” he said with a small smile.

as charlie fell further into her she felt her heart break even more, she surrounded him in her arms as a protective blanket and kissed the top of his head. she listened closely as he answered her, and her suspicions were confirmed. of course he loved augustus, only love could break a person like he had broken charlie. she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes as he spoke. though finley didn’t usually consider herself a maternal person, all those motherly instincts seemed to be coming out now as she held charlie close to her.

though she didn’t know exactly what kind of person augustus was, charlie clearly couldn’t see himself being with him despite how much he seemed to love him. “i’m so sorry, i wish it was easier. but love is never easy, is it?” she asked sadly, all she wanted was for charlie to be happy, but if he loved someone he couldn’t be with that would be a hard thing to get over. “god i’m so happy you’re here, charlie. who would i make bad puns with and feed my nasty grilled cheese to if i didn’t have you?” she asked, attempting to make him laugh. as she looked at him she could see the physical and mental exhaustion he was experiencing. “you should stay here tonight, sideburns.” she suggested, “i can cuddle with you or i can sleep on the floor, whatever you want. and if you want one of my grilled cheeses i’d be happy to make one for you,” finley would have done absolutely anything charlie asked her to, anything to see him smile.

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private starter @thiagcs

finley drove herself over to thiago’s to spend some time with him. with finals and everything that had happened with charlie on her plate it had been hard to find time to spend with him. even though they texted constantly and would facetime some nights it wasn’t the same as being able to cuddle up next to him. she missed him a lot, and thought it would be fun to surprise him with all the supplies they needed for a little picnic. she usually wasn’t one to do sappy romantic stuff like this, but he made her want to do anything she could to make him happy. the warm feeling she got when she was around him started as she pulled up to his apartment and parked.

she knocked on the door and waited excitedly for him to answer. when he finally appeared from behind the door she grinned widely at him and held up the bag full of food and the blanket. “hey cutie, you hungry?”

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grinlikecheshire:

This was the exact reaction he had been fearing, and again, he felt selfish in his telling her. “He’s dangerous, Finley. I was seconds from dying, anyway, even despite Augustus,” he said, as tears kept rolling down his face. He wanted to stay with her and never leave her side. He felt emotionally wrecked, lost and without purpose. “I can’t lose,” his voice cracked, “you either.” He said honestly. He wouldn’t know what he’d do without her, let alone what he’d do if she died.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to put this all on you,” he said, once his emotions had relaxed some. He was still crying, but it was without much effort, and he made none to try and stop. Charlie was a firm believer in tears, found them cleansing and a release of stress. He was stressed, and he was exhausted. The last sleep he had wasn’t exactly restful. It was more the kind of sleep one has post a near-death experience, turbulent and tormented. His body needed recovery, yet somehow still sleep felt a long way away. “He tried…to drown me. I don’t know what he would’ve done if he knew I couldn’t swim,” he said, with a light laugh (though really, it was more of an uncharacteristically cynical scoff), “and then Augustus said he loved me,”

when charlie apologized finley immediately shook her head quickly, “don’t say you’re sorry, charlie. this is what i’m here for.” she told him as she linked her arm in with his and rested her cheek on his shoulder. seeing him like this was the worst form of torture she could imagine, she had come to care about charlie more than she cared about her actual family. she would be lost without him, and just the possibility of losing him was too much to bear.

she bit down on her lip as he continued, knowing that the combination of the near-death experience and the drama from augustus would take a long time to heal. she rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand as their fingers stayed interlocked. she brought her head up from his shoulder to look at him, “so he loves you, and how do you feel about him?” she asked tentatively. she knew love could be a confusing and delicate thing and she had no idea how charlie would respond. as much as he had told her he hates augustus, there could be a part of him that loved the other man. she took a deep breath and brought her hand up to wipe a tear from his cheek. “god i’m so sorry charlie, this is so unfair.”

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grinlikecheshire:

At the sight of Finley, who less than 24 hours ago he believed he wouldn’t see again, Charlie lost all control over his emotions. When she pulled away, he pulled her back in again, muttering into her hair, “I never thought I’d see you again,” he whispered quietly. And at the truth of that statement, Charlie started crying. He was seconds from sobbing by the time they reached her bed, but her words managed to remind him of reality. It wasn’t fair to Finley to break apart in front of her, not like this.

Unsurprisingly, she seemed to already know who he was upset over. It was this facet of their relationship that made him so grateful to her: no matter what it was, Finley always seemed to know without him needing to tell her. It was so special, a kind of friendship he had only ever experienced with Gabriele, one he had unknowingly been longing for, for quite a while now. He brought the heels of his hands to his eyes, as if that would stop the tears from coming, and when he spoke next it was like this. “Someone tried to kill me last night. And Augustus saved my life,”

finley was surprised to be pulled back into him, and the words that left his lips terrified her. she felt her own eyes fill with tears as she heard charlie begin to lose it. she held him even closer than she had been before, using every ounce of strength she had to not break down with him. knowing he was in so much pain was like being stabbed in the heart for her, he was her best friend and the closest thing she had to a brother.

she watched in disbelief as he fell apart right in front of her. she held his hand tightly for support, but what he told her was something she never could have seen coming. “what?” she breathed out, her voice faltering and cracking. “charlie - holy shit.” there wasn’t a lot that could prepare someone for their best friend telling them they nearly died, and finley could already feel the tears in her eyes once again. “oh my god,” she pressed her forehead to his shoulder and took deep breaths, her arms reaching around him and holding him close again. “i’m so sorry, i’m so glad you’re safe,” she said as tears rolled down her cheeks. augustus, though he had saved charlie, was the last thing on her mind right now. knowing that she had almost lost charlie sent a shiver down her spine, “i can’t lose you, not now and not ever, you hear me? who the fuck tried to kill you because i’ll fucking kill them,” she said as she pulled away, her emotions doing a complete shift from fear to rage.

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grinlikecheshire:

@finleylanerp

Charlie stayed sitting on Augustus’s steps before finally deciding it was time to leave. Despite having stated that he needed this time to think, his mind was blank, his heart numb and his whole body empty. He didn’t know what he needed to think about, it seemed his mind was already made up: August would never be the man for him, and vice versa. So then why did he feel so torn up about it all? Why was it that it felt as if his soul was left behind on his front doorstep, tugging at him the further he moved away?

Nevertheless, he persisted, but his feet eventually led him to another destination altogether, one he didn’t realize until he recognized its familiarity that he needed: Finley’s.

He went up into the dorm, found his way to her room and knocked, hoping she would be there alone. He could use her comfort and several grilled cheeses. He knocked just once, and waited, leaning his head against the door as he croaked out, “Finley,”

finley was reading in bed and listening to music softly when she heard the single knock on her door. harper wasn’t in the room, but she had a key, so it definitely wasn’t her. finley was so comfortable in bed the last thing she wanted to do was get up. but the sound of her name caused her brows to come together in confusion. it was so quiet she hardly heard it, but clearly the person outside knew her and needed her.

she jumped down from her bed and hoped the whoever it was behind the door wouldn’t be weirded out that she was only in an oversized t-shirt and underwear. she unlocked the door and opened it, her heart sinking at the sight of charlie. “oh no,” she said quietly, it was clear that he was in pain, and without needing to ask she knew who had hurt him, who else could it have been? she immediately wrapped her arms around him, standing on her tiptoes to bury her face in his neck and squeeze him close to her. she didn’t say anything as she hugged him, she just closed her eyes and tried to fight the rage towards augustus that was building up inside her. charlie didn’t need her to be angry right now, he needed her to be gentle. she pulled away and gestured for him to sit on her bed as she closed the door behind him.

she sat next to him and grabbed his hand as her eyes focused on his expression. “do you want to talk about it?” she asked quietly, her heart breaking as she looked at her broken best friend.

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grinlikecheshire:

He nodded as she explained, understanding entirely. Still, he felt a pang of protectiveness rise up within him as she continued to talk, but managed to calm himself down as he reminded himself out of all the people she could be with, Thiago was a wonderful fit. Besides, he was almost certain he didn’t have anything to worry about when it came to him. The boy was nothing if not genuine. He felt his heart swell with happiness: Finley seemed so content. She was pratically shining. “I’m really glad to hear, Fin,” he said, when she had finished gushing. “It can be hard, sure, to find the time but things that are worthwhile are never too easy,” he smiled. “It sounds like you two are a proper good fit, do let me know if you ever need a chaperone,” he teased.

His smile faded almost immediately at her next question. The most recent thing had been, of course, Charlie making an absolute fool of himself in front of Augustus. He hardly wanted to think about it, let alone talk about it, but long ago he had promised himself to always be as honest as possible with Finley. He owed her that much, and he had remained steadfast in that promise since the day he’d told her he was a vampire, despite his inclination not to. “Ah…” he began, feeling discomfort rise. “Well, I…” how to even begin? “I approached him…at the beach…when I was…high, I suppose. I may or may not have…well, you know. Said some things. And he made his stance on the matter perfectly clear, not by what he said, but by the fact that he didn’t say anything at all. So I’ve made a recent vow that this’ll be the last time I’ll humilate myself,” he said, with a self-deprecating laugh.

He wriggled his nose in thought. “Yeah, I had a bit of difficulty telling apart witches and fae folk,” he said, lowering his voice, “they can be a bit similar. Enough practice and you won’t even have to think about it anymore, though. You are better, I’m quite proud of how far you’ve come, Fin,”

finley let a small frown onto her face as charlie explained what had happened at the beach, though he had mentioned before that he had gotten high off the fairy dust, he had left the augustus part out of it. of course finley wanted charlie to be happy, he was her best friend and fake brother after all, but she was thoroughly convinced that the only thing augustus would do to charlie was hurt him. if she could have her way she would have the two of them never speak again. but she obviously couldn’t tell charlie what to do, and she knew that people made lots of questionable decisions when under the influence of something. she just hoped that charlie knew better when sober, augustus was nothing but trouble, and finley was more than ready to confront him again.

“i’m sorry that happened to you, charlie. it’s definitely unfortunate that he just happened to be there at the same time as you. but i think you’re right, it’s best if you try and avoid him. i just don’t think he’s good for you. he’s obviously hurt you a lot in the past, and the last thing i want is for you to be in pain. ‘cause if her hurts you i’m just going to have to kill him.” she said with a raise of her eyebrow. there was a hint of teasing in her voice, but she was also extremely serious about her protectiveness over him.

hearing that charlie was proud of her sent a wave of happiness through her, all she wanted was his approval. though she nearly always had it, the verbal recognition was a nice reminder. “thanks charlie, i’ve been working at it a lot. it’s just much safer for me if i’m able to tell what people are. to know who’s a real threat and who’s just a human. i don’t know why it took me so long to start learning,” she commented through a small laugh.

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abbyabbctt:

it was almost instinct at this point for abby to just be so wary of someone who smelled so much like them, especially one who was clearly an omega — an easy target; an easy kill. but this group consisted of a bunch of obviously intoxicated individuals, one of them already heading towards her with a rather huge smile which could probably light up the night if not for the fact that she’s, well, drunk. it was alarming in a sense that this woman could still be very capable of harming her if she wanted to — times have changed; certain ranks weren’t used anymore to determine whether someone was incapable of harming people or not — yet at the same time, she’s drunk and could be very susceptible to harm from someone else instead.

it’s probably the instinct to protect that made her lift her arms and catch the stranger in them, nose scrunching as the scent grew strong — not the alcohol, just her, in general. “i was heading somewhere, sweetie,” she said, grimacing at the name. it just came out of nowhere. “and you, clearly, have had too much drink. you should be in your home, away from potential danger, kid.”

the nickname that left the other girls’ lips cause a small giggle to erupt from finley, and when she told her she should have been at home the smile on her face changed to a pout. “but that wouldn’t be much fun,” finley protested, still holding onto the girl. she didn’t recognize her as a student at the college, but then again finley didn’t know every single person who went to her school. she very well could have been and they had just never crossed paths before.

“going to bed is boring,” she continued, speech slurred just enough to make it clear that she was a little bit too drunk. “i want to keep having fun! it’s not even that late!” she said, voice raised to an excited level. “you can come along! do you like going to parties?” she asked the stranger, definitely being too trusting of the girl. she let her hands fall to her side, feeling confident now in her ability to stand up straight on her own. “it might be fun! plus, it looks like all my friends forgot about me, and it’s lame to show up to a party all by yourself.”

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kianso:

twenty minutes into his walk and all kian could think about was that he should have brought a different sweater. in his defense, they were well into april and west hollow really had no business being cold. he looked out into the night accusingly, wondering if — that was finley? he looked down at her as she grabbed onto his arm. yeah, it was finley.

it wasn’t very difficult to see she was drunk. would’ve taken a blind man not to notice. kian placed a hand on her shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. he smelled the alcohol on her and tried to ignore the sudden tightening in his gut. “going for a walk,” he said, making a soft sound that was somewhere between incredulous, somewhat amused, and slightly worried, “the bigger question is what have you been up to tonight?”

he looked at the group she’d slipped away from, almost certain that they were about as sober as she was. as much as he liked finley, and he did, she was nice, a little too nice sometimes, he wasn’t eager to spend time with drunk finley. he reminded himself again and again that she was ten years his junior and couldn’t hurt a fly, but the discomfort (and slight, very slight tinge of fear) that struck whenever he was around people who had indulged in far too much alcohol had already taken hold of him.

still, he wasn’t going to let her go when she was in this state. he wasn’t that bad of a person. “hey, is it okay if i walk you home? really don’t think it’s safe to be out here when you’re drunk.”

finley smiled up at kian, happy to have a familiar face and person to lean on for help. though she may not label kian as one of her good friends, she at least knew he was trustworthy. anyone who was in michael’s pack was an ally to her, and that was part of why she was so loyal to it. it was like a second family, and in that analogy kian would be the much older brother who’s distant for the most part but there when you need him to be.

sure enough, in her time of bad judgement he was there, giving her an arm to hold on to. “can’t you tell what i’ve been up to?” she asked teasingly and through a small laugh. “i had some friends along with me but i guess they’re too impatient to wait,” she slurred and gave him a dopey smile. “doesn’t matter though because now you’re here and we can have fun!” though sober she would know that kian definitely wasn’t the person to bring to college parties, in her drunk state of mind it seemed like the perfect idea.

when kian offered to help her back to her dorm she realized it was probably the best idea for her to just go to bed rather than to keep drinking. though finley did like to have fun and let loose, she also liked to think she was responsible and knew when to stop. “sure, that seems like a good plan,” she replied with a wide smile, letting her hands fall from his arm as she felt steady enough without his help. “you know i can defend myself,” she said with a wink, referring to the powers she had as a werewolf. “if anyone came at me they would be the ones who weren’t safe,” she replied, though her giggle at the end of the sentence seemed to negate it.

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tamsink:

Out for a night time stroll, Tamsin didn’t expect to be bothered. Most people ignored him, preoccupied with their own lives or turned off by his hunched shoulders and ragged clothing. Frankly, he didn’t have a problem with that. It saved him any awkward encounters. But, when faced with an overly enthusiastic and obviously drunk stranger, he didn’t push her away. Though it had been two decades, he had vague memories of doing similar things when he was high and out of his mind.

“Hi,” he responded hesitantly, the small smile on his face not reaching his eyes. She was leaning her weight on him but he managed to stay balanced. “Taking a walk. I’m guessing you’ve been up to more?”

she let a small laugh escape her at his response, “yeah, i was out with a couple friends,” she said and trailed off as she realized they were no longer with her. “looks like i’m on my own now, though,” she giggled and shrugged. she was never someone who was scared of being alone, a lot of them time she even preferred it since she had introverted tendencies, so the fact that her friends had kept moving while she talked to the boy in front of her didn’t actually bother her that much.

“you don’t go to school here, do you?” she asked with her eyes narrowed only slightly, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around campus before.” she pushed herself off him, able to balance on her own now that she had been standing in the same spot for a few moments. though it was probably in finley’s best interest to avoid strangers, especially at night and when she was drunk, her intoxicated mind found it exciting to be talking to someone who she didn’t know. her shyness melted away with a couple drinks, and it was clear that was the case right now.

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nova-manning:

Work was good, partying was good, but sometimes even Nova wanted a quieter night than that. It was good to take time and organize your thoughts. Isreal had abruptly left town, which emotionally speaking did not matter in the least but it did take out a major player she’d been hoping to snag and it left her with more time on her hands than she had anticipated having. So, it was a chance to think on what was going to come next, where her focus would go.

Things with Lupe seemed a verifiable goldmine; the girl had eventually let slip the name of her mystery lover and problematic friend. Nolan and Delilah, so now she had the details for the whole triangle. It would be a waste to not at least try and take advantage of that. Already of course Lupe was on side even if their relationship leaned further towards friendly than anything else, and Nolan seemed an easy target for a little seduction, just so she could whisper trouble right into his ear. She’s doing it to spite you, Delilah will make her hate you, you’re losing your best friend.

Yes, it certainly seemed achievable. This was where Nova’s mind was at when the lady approached; though of course her focus and stature were such that it didn’t leave her stumbling, surprised or caught off guard. She slipped right into an easy smile, reaching out herself to steady the girl as she wavered. “Hey there. I’m just out for a walk actually, nice little night time stroll y’know? Good for the soul. And what are you up too?”

finley smiled up at the girl, it was a face she didn’t recognize so she probably wasn’t a student at the college. had finley been sober she would have used what charlie had taught her to sniff out what species she was, but in her drunk and carefree state of being the thought never crossed her mind. instead she kept a grip on her and tried to focus her attention on the pair of eyes looking down at her.

when she mentioned it being good for the soul finley nodded a little bit, a dumb grin still plastered on her lips. “sometimes it’s scary out here at night, but tonight seems to be safe enough,” she said and loosened her hold on the girl, feeling much more balanced than she had before. “i’m out with my friends!” finley said and looked where she had expected them to be, but they were already gone, “oh - guess not anymore. i lost ‘em.” she shrugged, not seeming to bothered by the fact that she was now completely alone with a stranger. “whatever, i know where all the parties are anyways so who needs ‘em.” her tone was lighthearted and her words slurred together just a bit.

“wanna come with me?” finley asked excitedly, the alcohol in her system making her much more open to meeting new people. “it might be fun, i mean sometimes the parties are lame so no promises.”

#nova-manning

finley had let herself be dragged out to parties by her friends and although she didn’t consider herself a big drinker she did like to let loose every now and then. but tonight she had let herself go a little to far, and that would have been clear to anyone who saw her. her friends were just as drunk, all of them off in their own little worlds to some extent. as she walked with them through the west hollow community college campus she saw someone in the distance, and for some reason her mind told her to walk over to them. she peeled away from her friends and made her way over to the person, a wide smile on her face.

“hi!” she said with too much enthusiasm and grabbed the person’s arm lightly, mostly for her own balance, “what are you up to tonight?” she slurred through her words and giggled at the end. finley was a fairly shy and reserved person when she was sober, but get some alcohol in her system and all those walls came crumbling down and she’d talk to anyone who looked her way.

#westhollowstart #i needed drunk/friendly finley so here have her

thiagcs:

“Aww, c’mon, you’re hyping me up too much,” he chuckled, not able to help how rosy his cheeks had become after she kissed him on the cheek. Any small gesture from Finley couldn’t help but make Thiago feel warm inside, but the fact that she had kissed him on the cheek made his heart grow. “You’re way more amazing than me though, let’s not forget that,” he stated in all sincerity, a wide smile coming across his face.

“I’m glad you agree because I think that we really are,” he laughed once more, nodding his head a bit. Thiago’s cheeks returned to the rosy shade of pink as Finley moved the piece of hair away from his face. Just like his metaphorically larger heart, Thiago’s confidence had also grown. He reached to place her hand in his, then intertwining their fingers as a large smile came across his face. “I’m really, really glad that I met you too, Finley.” Thiago’s tone assured that the statement came out in all sincerity, and he couldn’t help but gaze into her eyes.

After thinking about their first kiss in the car after Finley had rescued him, he had thought about kissing her again ever since it had happened. With his new found confidence, he cast all of his worries away and softly pressed his lips up against hers.

it was easy to get lost in his eyes as her hand rested lightly in his hair. and when his hand met hers and their fingers locked into each other she let her gaze flit down to them. a smile tugged on her lips and she let out a happy breath. when he returned her happy sentiment she looked back up at him. she was going to say something in response, but then she saw him leaning into her and she let her eyes fall closed just before their lips connected.

the hand that wasn’t already held by thiago’s rested lightly on his leg so she could lean into him without completely falling over. as she kissed him back she could feel the way her heart beat picked up significantly and there was no doubt in her mind that he was the perfect guy she had been waiting for. he was the rom-com love interest of her daydreams, and he couldn’t have showed up at a better time. she was ready for this, to go all in with him. she had never been more ready for anything in her life. after a minute she pulled away, but only to smile and reposition herself so she could reach him easier. with that she pressed her lips against his again, feeling like nothing could ever come between them.

as much as she wanted to sit there and kiss him forever she eventually pulled away and opened her eyes slowly. “wow-” she said with a tiny giggle, “you’re pretty good at that.”

#thiagcs

grinlikecheshire:

In the last few months since the conception of their friendship, it wouldn’t be inaccurate to say that the two had grown dependent on each other. At least from Charlie’s perspective, there wasn’t a single event that could happen that could go without Finley’s knowing, and he liked to believe the same was true vice versa. Suffice it to say, he felt more than a little guilty keeping his feelings from her. She was his best friend, more than that, she was family. And family — much like the word ‘home’ — meant a great deal to him. “Finley, at any given moment, I am never, ever chilled out,” he said, with an easy grin on his face. He liked to tease her.

He nodded, popping the ‘P’ on his yep as he leaned back in his seat. Thiago was an absolutely horrific piano player, struggling to get even the simplest of C chords down, but he was nothing if not motivated. And for that reason, Charlie would keep the truth of his prowess to himself, noting the way Finley’s eyes lit up in awe at the very idea of him having musical talent. Besides, he was just starting. No one was good when they started. “Well, tell me more about you two! You’ve been so hush-hush about the whole thing, I was starting to wonder if you’d made him up,” he joked.

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. If she were practicing, then she had to have known, since ghosts were just about the easiest species to pick up on, save for one’s own. “Ah, yes. Sometimes stronger scents make it harder, maybe from now on our lessons will be at Talbot’s, so that you can learn the difference?” He suggested.

when charlie asked about thiago and mentioned how she had kept so quiet about the two of them she felt a slight blush rise to her cheeks. “well, i was being so secretive about it because i didn’t want to jinx it. plus, i was nervous enough about it already and i didn’t need you teasing me about him all the time,” she said as a laugh escaped her. “there’s not too much to tell, though.” she started, “we’re just starting out, i guess. we try and spend as much time as we can together, but between school, work, and being the omega sometimes it’s hard to find time. plus i spend time with you and harper too, but we always find a way to hang out.” there was an undeniable sparkle to her voice as she talked about him.

“he’s just so sweet to me, charlie.” she pushed some hair behind her ear as she continued, “he makes me feel happy and all that gushy stuff. like we’re the only two people in the world.” though she could go on about thiago for hours she knew that charlie’s love life was a struggle to put it simply, and she didn’t want to rub it all in his face. “what about you, though? any new developments?” she asked tentatively.

at his suggestion she nodded, “that’s probably a good idea. i’m getting really good at some of them though. i obviously know werewolf and vampire and human really well. sometimes the ghosts throw me off just because they don’t really have a scent. it’s the other ones that i don’t interact with as much that are hardest. but i’m much better at it than i used to be,” she said with a proud smile.

#grinlikecheshire

phoebemurray:

Phoebe laughed at the girl’s reply, remembering her own days as a broke college student. A small part of Phoebe really missed being in school. Though she still got a pretty significant amount of studying to do on the daily (learning new spells and more about the history of magic), she missed it counting for something. Though she’d hate to admit it, Phoebe was always the girl in school who would raise her hand to answer every question, who was excited to get projects and write research papers. Though this, along with her powers, often turned people away from Phoebe, so she found herself alone more often than not. Now that she thinks about it, maybe Phoebe doesn’t miss it as much as she likes to think she does. “What are you studying in college?” Phoebe asked, both to get herself out of her own head and because she was genuinely curious.

Upon hearing the girl think that people don’t really notice her, Phoebe was quick to reassure. “Well, you do a good job,” Phoebe says, recalling when the girl had been her waitress a long while ago. Phoebe then made a mental note to give the girl a generous tip the next time she went to Talbot’s.

Phoebe nodded at the girl’s statement about poetry. “I’m not super into poetry myself, but I respect anyone who takes the time to understand it. Do you have any favorites? Poems or poets, I mean.” When the girl asked about the books Phoebe had decided on buying, Phoebe looked down at the two in her hand and shuffled them in her hands. “Uh,” She said, holding up the YA novel, “this one is called The Raven Boys. It seemed interesting, I guess — like something I would have loved when I was in high school.” She then held up the fantasy novel. “And this,” She started, her eyes glued to the cover, “is The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. My, uh, my mom used to read it to me when I was really little.” She said, tone a little bit somber. Though she smiled at the girl to cover it up.

at phoebe’s question finley smiled a bit, it was a question she was almost overly accustomed to hearing. but despite the crazy amount of times she had been asked that question she always got excited about it. psychology was something she absolutely loved learning about and she was excited to make some sort of career out of it, even if she wasn’t quite sure what that career would be yet. “i’m studying psychology, but i’m most specifically interested in social psychology. i’m not sure what career i want to go into yet, but i guess i’ll figure something out soon.”

“i don’t really have any favorites, i kind of just read everything. i like to try out all the different styles, some poetry is really complex and has so many meanings you could derive from it but then others are so short and simple. i just find it really interesting the way poems can be so artistic, i wish i could write it sometimes.” finley explained with a hint of passion backing her words. she nodded along as phoebe explained the books she had picked and why, she heard the slight shift in tone when she mentioned her mom, and it was clear there was a lot of emotion behind that memory. “that’s really sweet,” finley said with a reassuring smile, “i love buying old books i used to read as a kid. i’m keeping all of them for when i maybe have kids some day.”

#phoebemurray

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