Wild Thing

Jack Wilde. 23. Brother and witch.

[don-sosa]

I’m still laughing at this

[mildlysanex]

“A job? I’m supposed to get a — job?” He was barely able to pronounce the three letter words, almost chocking on them, as he paced around wildly with his phone pressed to his right ear, “Why the fuck are you upsetting me like this, mother?” He hissed, stopping in his tracks for barely a second, in order to take a deep breath, “How was I supposed to know I’ll get arrested again?” At this point, he was shouting, without a care in the world that someone might be hearing him, judging him, or simply laughing at him. “Do not hang up on me! It’s my mon-…” He paused, clenching his jaw absentmindedly, fingers curling into a tight fist, nearly smashing the phone in his hand into tiny pieces. The conversation was over, and so was his hope to get his hands on the money his father left for him in his will. “What is a job and where do I get one?”

[jack--wilde]

He was just stepping out from fixing Mr. Thompson’s stove when he heard the man arguing with his mother over the phone. There was a whine in his voice, and an air that he was used to getting what he wanted. He shoved his hands in his back pockets, laughing at the question, and then adopting the voice he used to use on Ally when she was very little. “Well you see a job in when you put in a service and then get this thing called a paycheck. Might just want to start off slow. Try craigslist, or town hall.”

[jack--wilde]

“It’s been a long time since the second grade for me but what would compel a person to let another convince them to eat dirt - even on a dare?” As the only son of a man who had spent the better part of his childhood away and a woman who helped the neighborhood every chance she got, he’d found himself on the losing end of dare or two but never any that ingested eating anything that very plainly did not belong in one’s mouth.

His head tilted just slightly to the side. Did the man not remember the playground rules? “You never back down from a dare. Never. You’ll spend the rest of your life as a wuss if you do.”

[jack--wilde]

When she heard her brother’s voice she winced, not quite looking at him as he grabbed her hand, finally tugging it away from him and waving off the concern about it. “It’s fine, Jack.” she muttered, making sure that she hadn’t lost complete control of her emotions. She wiped beneath her eyes, ensuring there were no tears before she ran a shaky hand through her hair and she shrugged, “Didn’t stick around long enough to catch up.” she muttered, her hands still shaking with anger at her parents.

“I uh, got home to drop some shit off for work before I went to do the school run and Ally was already home, they pulled her out of school Jack, they fuckin–” she stopped, taking a deep breath as she tried to collect her thoughts. “She was terrified, she doesn’t remember her ! She thought it was some strange friend of Dad’s and they immediately started where they left off, the house is wrecked, I–” she rubbed a hand over her face, exhaustion hitting. “Where are the boys? Laura? Call Cassie, see if you guys can go stay over there for the night. I’m going to take the night off work and go home and deal with them. See if I can get them to leave fucking town together.”

The thought of Ally walking between their parents was one that made his stomach turn. Martha Wilde was a stranger to her, and he’d like to keep it that way. You didn’t get to disappear on your children and expect them to welcome you back when the fancy struck. 

“Well you’re not going over there alone. Laura’s in class, Cam has some physics club meeting that will keep him late, Matt’s -” he paused, scratching at the stubble on his cheeks, “well he skipped school, but I’ll deal with that shit later.” His little brother was seventeen, he expected calling him or setting up a town wide search was only going to get him lip later that night. “I doubt he’ll be home before dinner.”

[jack--wilde]

“Finally someone who sees sense.” he replied, and he shook his head a little in response. He didn’t want to be caught out in the town on a night where he was all too vulnerable, “Not me, I have a night planned where I don’t get caught out. You won’t hear any complaints from me.” he added, he’d stayed in during the bombings of Spring Fling, he’d stay in for this too if he had to.

“Yeah? Smart. That’s definitely what I’m telling my family to do.” He doubted any of them besides Cam, Ally, and maybe Laura would listen. “But I want to poke my head out just a little you know. Get a few photographs of high and mighty stumbling around like regular dudes.”

[museinspo]

“Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how fucked up your parents made you.”

— Deb Caletti, The Nature of Jade (via bookhag)

[ihavebeenahurricane]

It’s sad that the most toxic relationship I have ever had is with my own mother.

(via littlequotesiliveby)

[casblues]

[nickadlcr]

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely is it that there’s going to be carnage at this next town event thing?” he asked, he’d been alive during the last blood moon, but a child. Naive and innocent to the supernatural, and more concerned with what was happening in his own little world. He’d heard rumours, whispers of what happened during them and whilst he wasn’t looking forward to it, he knew there was little that could be done. “It’s going to make for an interesting night for sure.”

[jack--wilde]

“A solid twelve.” He’d already planned his schedule around taking off that night so that he could be home. He’d been bussing tables when the last town disaster had gone down and he wasn’t going to be caught off guard again. “But on the bright side of mass murder I get to watch all you vamps and wolves complain about how tired and weak and vulnerable you all are. Should be funny.”

[jack--wilde]

“My taste buds are, uh, mostly dead actually, so the fancy stuff would just be wasted on me.” Not that he’d ever indulged in that when he was alive. Energy came in abundance to him, and on nights when he needed a little pick me up, a Red Bull or 5 hour energy treated him just fine. Or whatever he could get his hands on that his roommates had brewed. “But I’m interested in meeting that barista, I think I could use some tips from him if you don’t mind showing me the way.” As the words came out of his mouth, Ian realized this guy didn’t even know his name. “I was joking. I don’t I don’t actually murder people. I should clarify.”

“That’s good. I’ve already filled my quota on killer friends for the month.” He gave the newbie a quick glance over. He was far from the most gifted in his household, or the most observant, but he knew a vampire when he met one. “What’s your poison then? Rabbits? Squirrels? Deer? Blood bags? I’ve got an open spot for a bunny killer.”

[tessahastings]

“Shit – shit..” Tessa let out a groan as she pulled on the locked door once again in vain. The building was already locked up and of course, she’d left her laptop in her office. Racking her mind for options, she circled quickly to the opposite side of the building, finding the fire escape that’d lead to a window she hoped she could open. Grabbing a hold of the latter, she could feel someone’s eyes on her as she took a few steps upward. “I swear what I’m doing isn’t illegal.. I think. I work here and I really need something inside.”

[jack--wilde]

Jack held up his hands. Watching Tessa Hastings breaking and entering were the least of his worries tonight. With his mother back in town, he was practicing Olympic level avoidance techniques. “Likely story,” he joked. “Care for an accomplice in your new life of crime?”

[pippawilde-a]

Pippa had heard the music the moment she had walked through the door to the Wilde house, a crash of a glass followed by hysterical laughter that could only belong to one person, telling Pippa all she needed to know. Hurricane Martha had arrived back in town. Fear gripped at her chest, increasing as she saw a dark haired blur running towards her, her arms wrapping tight around Pippa’s waist. 

“Hey, how’d you get home?” she asked, having just been home to drop things off before heading out to get Ally. She remained silent, stony faced as her younger sister explained that she’d been pulled out of school by Martha. She’d been stuck at the house all afternoon. It was the final straw for Pippa, and she sprung into action.

Without even talking to the wreckage that was her parents, both of them now arguing in the kitchen, she grabbed some of Ally’s clothes and left the house, organising for her to spend the night at a friends house. Just managing to shoot off text messages to Jack and Laura to get them to find their brothers at the school , before she began to shake. Rounding the corner into the nearest alley, her fist connecting with brick. 

Pulling back her hand with a loud scream of frustration following, she felt the sharp sting of tears forming behind her eyes, she blinked a little to try and avoid crying. “Fuck.” she snapped with a sigh, unaware that she wasn’t alone.

[jack--wilde]

He'd been in the middle of fixing Mrs. O'Leary's heating system when the text came in from Pippa. It was like being drenched in ice water. The last time he'd seen Martha Wilde he'd been a teenager, recently dropped out of high school. His go to when she decided to twist into town and disrupt their lives was to sleep over at Hazel's, but that wasn't an option anymore. He dropped out of his job, texting Laura to stay in class, he had the car. He'd grab their brothers.

Except Matthew had skipped out on school again. Cameron was staying late to work in the science lab on a school project, and Jack didn't have the heart to break it to him that their mother was back in town. Not then. So he drove past their house, idling for just a minute outside. He bit at his fingernails, jangled his knee and then flung himself out of the car and down the street. Pippa's first thought would be Ally, making sure she was settled. He made his way down the streets toward her friend's house stopping in his tracks when he heard a scream.

"Shit Pippa!" He grabbed for her hand to see the damage. "What the fuck is she doing back?"

[jack--wilde]

Laura smiled at her older brother. “I think she learned her lesson with the glitter on you.” She replied. She adjusted the pin and chuckled. “I can’t believe I agreed to wear this all day.” Laura said shaking her head.

“What good is a birthday if we can’t embarrass you during it?” He slung an arm around Laura’s shoulder, giving her a squeeze and dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “Happy birthday by the way. Did you get my note? Did Matt eat the goddamn cupcakes. I told him I’d kick his ass if he touched them.”

[jack--wilde]

“I’d think your arteries and your cholesterol levels might disagree on that one,” Lindy said with a playful smile. “I’m still trying to figure out how many calories I need a day for actually feel full and keep my energy up. It wasn’t this hard before. Half a sandwich here, a few fries there… now I’m thinking about food like it’s sex or something.” She immediately bit her cheek, eyes widening slightly at her word vomit. “I mean..” she looked down at the bar. “Sorry. That wasn’t polite in mixed company.”

“New body. New rules.” He rested his elbows against the bar leaning down slightly and shrugging. He’d had twenty-three years to know exactly how good it felt to let his magic flow and how hours later he’d need a big meal. He cracked a small smile at her words. “How offensive to mention sex at this hour! What’s next? You a drug dealer? A thief?”

[incorrectzodiacquotes]

“Sorry, I use humour to deflect my insecurities. Plus, I’m hilarious, so don’t hate.”

— Gemini

[lauraxwilde]

Today was Laura’s twenty-second birthday. She didn’t want a lot of people knowing but considering her younger sister made her a birthday pin that she had to promise to wear all day, everyone would find out sooner or later. It was big, pink and full of bows. Laura sighed as she waited to cross the street, she was only a few blocks from the coffee shop. Laura smiled as people stared while she was walking down the street. Instead of looking down, she nodded at the people as she passed by. “Yes! it’s my birthday! Yes, this is a birthday pin. My little sister made it for me!” She shrugged. “If you don’t like it, it’s your problem.” 

[jack--wilde]

“It’s adorable.” He’d had a little preview of the pin a couple nights earlier when Ally had tugged him to her desk to show him the progress. He was just coming off an early dock shift, still smelling of salt and fish and sweat. “Lot less glitter than mine had two years ago.”

[jack--wilde]

@lauraxwilde

Left out for Laura on the kitchen counter with a coffee stain on the coupon, one of three cupcakes already stolen (likely by Matthew) and a note:

Laura, 

It’s all downhill from here. Happy birthday sis. See you after work. 

Love, Jack