Gwen the 2nd

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               “You could say that, yeah,” he mused, his hands casually unfastening Ric’s pants. “You should hire some student or intern or something to grade your papers.” He pulled off Ric’s belt like he did it every day – which he nearly did.

“Grading papers wouldn’t be so hard if I didn’t have a hand down my pants... making me literally hard,” Ric said with a smirk, though he clearly didn’t mind, his fingers tugging at Damon’s shirt, lifting it off him.

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               Derek grunted. Not an actual answer. But his hands curving around both Scott’s cheeks were answer enough, he thought.

Scott let out a soft laugh, leaning against Derek’s strong chest, his hands coming up to cup the man’s face, pulling him down for a deeply passionate kiss. He definitely did not at all mind being groped by Derek. It was much too nice to have his mate’s hands on any part of his body

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Roll With the Changes || Jamon

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Stepping into the bar, Jo’s eyes immediately went to a familiar face. Well, the whole place was full of familiar faces, but only one was somebody she really considered a friend. Making friends had never really come easily for the blonde, and college wasn’t any different, even though she’d done her best to fit in and be ‘normal’, she still managed to be a freak.

Sniffing, she crossed the room and sat next to Damon. She normally didn’t sit next to him, he typically was trolling for a girl or two to hook up with and while she enjoyed his company, she never wanted to cramp his style. Instead, she’d sit a few stools away until he’d had his fun. Tonight was different, though. Tonight she needed her friend.

“So, uh,” she started a little shakily, motioning to the bartender for her usual drink, ever so grateful for her very convincing fake ID. “Today’s been shit,” she told Damon bluntly, and before she realized it, all the shit from the day was pouring out of her. “Simon dumped me. My bitch roommate is rubbing that fact in every chance she gets, and there’s a floor party tonight in the dorm, so I’m not even going to be able to sleep before my midterm tomorrow. I really desperately need a couch to crash on tonight,” she said, finally looking at the man she’d sat next to, sadness washed over her face. “I can hide in the bathroom or whatever if you decide to bring a girl over. I just need a place to stay, I won’t get in your way.”

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Broken Hearted || Lavelle

@gwenthe1st | LFDF!!

Jo took a deep breath as the flames in the small metal trashcan she’d drug to the roof had died down. She wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the smoldering remains of Ric’s possession. She was hurting, still, and she’d put on a brave face in front of the group, refusing to let anybody see her upset, but up here, in her safe space on the roof, she let her pain show. 

Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked at the ashes, wishing desperately that she was out in the quiet of the country, rather than being surrounded by the noise of late-night traffic, but at least up on the roof she didn’t have to deal with the pitying looks or angry accusations. Ric had betrayed them all, yes, but her heart was the one that had been broken.

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@gwenthe1st | Halemore crack

“Does it really matter where we go? We’re just going to spend the whole time in a hotel room,” Derek asked with a smirk, pressing a kiss to Jackson’s shoulder, shifting a little in the bed to hold his beta that much closer. “You pick, wherever you want, and I’ll get us plane tickets.”

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          A mixture of excitement and anxiety was tightening in Stiles’ chest as Scott answered, already shifting up on one elbow on the bed and shifting a little closer. He deflated, though, when Scott asked him that dumb question, his eyes rolling before they landed on the werewolf again. “C’mon, man. I meant us.”

“Oh.” Scott paused, the weight of that statement taking a moment to sink in. “Oh.” Swallowing hard, the teen shifted to look at his friend, color flooding his tan cheeks. “You... you want to kiss me?”

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          Damon smirked, blue eyes flashing with mischief and triumph. “You technically have a choice.” His eyes remained on Ric’s face as the man folded his tome. “But we both know you can’t resist me.”

“Or something like that, anyways,” Ric mused, not willing to give in just yet. His hand moved to curl around Damon’s hip, his eyes flicking over Damon’s chiseled features, his gaze finally locking with Damon’s steely blue eyes. “Did you have something specific in mind when you dropped in my lap, or...?”

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@gwenthe2nd | continued from x

               “Can’t help myself.”

“Can’t, or won’t?”

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@gwenthe2nd | Sciles crack

          “Do you ever just.” Stiles interrupted himself before he finished the sentence, tilting his eyes up to the ceiling to consider his wording. “Know someone so long,” he continued, “that you kind of wanna kiss them just to see if they’re a good kisser?” With a flutter in his gut, he turned his face to look at his best friend.

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Scott cocked his head at the question, his brow furrowing for a minute as he debated his answer. “Yeah, I mean... I guess so, sometimes,” he answered honestly, shifting a little to look at Stiles, his interest piqued. “Why? Somebody specific you’re thinking of?”

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@gwenthe2nd | Dalaric crack

          Damon interrupted whatever Alaric was doing to drape himself on the man’s lap, bourbon bottle in hand. “Pay attention to me.”

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“I guess I don’t really have much of a choice, huh?” Ric asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at Damon, taking a moment to put a bookmark between the pages of his book before setting it aside. “You have my attention.”

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(@Scott) *gropes* (~Derek)

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“Well, hello to you, too.”

[aspiritualwarrior]

The sun shines down, and its image reflects in a thousand different pots filled with water. The reflections are many, but they are each reflecting the same sun. Similarly, when we come to know who we truly are, we will see ourselves in all people.

Ammachi