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oficeandfire-x:

Now that she felt thoroughly embarrassed the blonde ran a shaky hand through her hair. “I’m okay…I seem to be starring in Lemony Snicket’s series of unfortunate events, however,” she joked sheepishly and bit her lip. “No that’s not necessary, I can get another cup on my own, you’re more than welcome to join me, I can get you a cup to make up for running into you like that, I’m Callie by the way,” Callie offered.

“Oh, man. I’m intimately familiar with those kinds of days.” He told her with a grin, having had more than his own fair share of experiences with disaster days. At times, he had started to wonder if he had been cursed at one point or another. “I’ll absolutely join, but trust me, you don’t have to buy a cup for me just for bumping into me. That’s a daily occurrence for me, except I’m usually the one bumping into people and causing complete chaos. Matty Stevens, it’s great to meet you.”

delilahreyes:

Panic attack. The words struck out to her, mostly because she’d been so focused on getting control over herself that she hadn’t even considered what was actually happening to her. Taking in a deep breath, Delilah held it for a moment, her eyes closing as she tried to focus on anything else. There was no way for her to say for sure how much time had passed before she started feeling more like herself again, but sure enough, her heart returned to a normal pace and everything aside from the shaking of her hands returned to her control. “Well, that was new and also really terrible.” She muttered with slowed breaths. “Scale of one to ten, how much of a mess do I look like?”

“They’re not fun. But, once you have one, you kinda figure out how to head them off. It gets a little easier.” The first time he’d had one, it had been two days after Vanessa had died. He’d woken up in the middle of the night, heart racing, breath stuck somewhere in his throat. He had pictured every possible way that she could have died in the weeks following her death, and more often than not, they’d had the panic linked to them. Woven into the fabric of his every day life. “Maybe like a one. Mostly because you’ve got tequila and pieces of glass on your dress. Not because of the whole, panicking thing. That’s pretty normal. Happens a lot. Not saying that you don’t look good though, because you do. Uh. Look nice.”

Digging for clues | Matty&Rowan

rowanxhastings:

Rowan was lying on the carpeted floor, staring up at the big, fancy chandelier. He was fairly certain Nate had told him it was from the eighteenth century. Wasn’t it? He couldn’t quite remember. Usually facts like that were brained into the dark haired young mans brain, but as of late the capacity of said brain had been a bit questionable. Or so he would tell you. For some reason, he had happened upon Grayson manor about.. two hours earlier than when he and Matty had agreed to meet. And so he had done what he often did. Wandered about, pilfered some books from the library, found leftover food, and cleaned, in the kitchen. And now he was here. Most of the wolves seemed to be out, which made the house itself eerily quiet. Peaceful. Parts of Rowan missed living here. Especially now. For all his reasoning in being withdrawn and by himself in times of loss and pain, he was aware how unhealthy it was, how it ensured that he disconnected from a lot of people he loved. Needed even. But he was unsure if he could move back. Hell, if he should move anywhere, shouldn’t it be closer, if not in with Dash and Clara? He didn’t know. Regardless, any change he had no energy to take charge of at the moment. The sound of footsteps alerted him, to another presence in the house. He was no longer alone. Had it been two hours already? Casting his glance around, but not moving, Rowan decided to just speak. “Matty? You there?”

@matty-stevens

Considering how the last town event had gone for him, he was surprised to find that he had made it through this one unscathed, albite a little hungover. The fallout, however, had been something entirely different. Dash, he was an old friend. Someone he had known since high school, though that felt like a completely different life. A life that had included his sister, Vanessa. And Issy, she was fun to be around, as crazy as she could be, and Cassie was one of his favorite people. He wanted to reach out to them, to be there for him, but he was habitually bad at being able to talk to people about real feelings, and it hit too close to home. To talk to them about losing a sister. So he was staying quiet until he could find something to say that didn’t sound stupid, even to himself, and he was keeping himself busy. Making his way into the Greyson Manor, trying to find Dara, to bug her about training him, he heard someone call for him. Making his way into the living room, he caught sight of Rowan laying on the floor. “Yeah, uh, what’s up, dude? You looking for something on the ceiling? I don’t think that’s gonna help with anything.”

oficeandfire-x:

“Oh come on,” the brunette couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh that escaped her lips as she looked at the spilled coffee on her shirt and the ground. Today just hadn’t been her day. Her alarm went off late, her car decided today would be the day that it would stop working, and now the coffee she waited thirty minutes for was sitting on the ground in a puddle. She turned on her heel to head back to the coffee shop and ran straight into a person, “oh god! I’m so, so sorry.”

“Easy there, killer. Where’s the fire?” He asked with half a laugh, reaching out to steady the person in front of him. He was still getting used to his newfound non-klutziness, and it was odd for him to be the one that wasn’t knocking into people or spilling all of his things. “Are you good? Need me to get you a new coffee?”

🍸 + Delilah

“Well, she almost killed him. But, despite that, we’re still buds. She fed me pot brownies, and we talked about how scary Lucy is. She’s really cool, though. The kind of person who you want to hang out with because you know that you’ll have fun. Like, PG fun, alright, get your head out of the fuckin’ gutter. Anyway, I like her. She’s gorgeous, and kick ass, and fun to be around. Just, don’t tell her I said any of it, alright?”

@delilahreyes

🍸 + Colton

“Colton, somewhere deep down, actually likes me. I swear. He’s probably pretty sick of my shit, because I kept going and climbing up a bunch of trees, but he good-naturedly got me out of the tree and didn’t write me up for any stupid shit. So, he’s cool, and one day, I’ll get him to join me in the tree. Preferably also costumed, because that would be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

@coltondeforest

🍸 + Silas

“You know he used to date my sister? I’m sure you do. Any fucking way, we were never really buds. I mean, we’re not really buds now, either. He was always quiet, and brooding. Always looked vaguely pissed off. Not that it’s really any different now. He still looks like that. But, I heard shit’s looking up for him now, so good for him. I’ll go do a shot for him now, be right back.”

@silaskaine

🍸 + Lucy

“Yeah, so, Lucy, she uh. Frankly, she scares the shit out of me. Like on a list of things I never want to do, messing with her is number 1. And I’ve almost gone to jail. She’s absolutely goddamn terrifying. I would rather go one-on-one with a rabid cougar than face off against that one.”

If you had to relive one day for the rest of your life, which day would you choose? Why?

“Last day I had with Vanessa. I think why is pretty self-explanatory.”

delilahreyes:

It had become so increasingly difficult for her to focus, Delilah nearly didn’t notice that someone else had entered the room yet his words still reached her. “It’s snowing.” She managed out in between quick breaths, though the truth was that she wasn’t near cold. If anything, her skin felt like it was on fire as her heart hammered away with a fast pace. Her eyes clenched shut as she desperately tried to get control over herself and her hands balled into fists- causing the tequila bottle she held to shatter and spill over the floor. Later, she would complain about wasted alcohol, but at the moment she barely even realized it had happened. “I can’t… I can’t do this, I can’t be in there, I can’t deal with- I can’t even breathe.”

He frowned at her answer, but he stayed quiet. He had pretty quickly figured out that of all people, Delilah wasn’t one that liked talking about her feelings. Or anything that was going on, and he could understand that. He didn’t like talking about his feelings either, or taking anything seriously long enough to formulate an actual articulate opinion on how he felt about it. He watched the bottle of tequila drop, and he took a small step forward, reaching out to touch her arm for a second as he listened to her talk, before he dropped his hand. He had next to no idea what he was supposed to say, or do, but he cleared his throat anyway, before speaking. “You should, um, hold your breath, for a second. It stops panic attacks.” He told her quietly, remembering the feeling well.

If you could be turned back into a human rather than being a werewolf, would you do it?

“No. It’s actually kind of cool? I mean, the shifting is kind of painful and I can still smell to many things. And don’t get me started on the shit I have to listen to. But, it happened. And there’s no point going back. Plus, I made a deal with myself to go to every country in the world. It would be a shame to have to go back on that.”

When I say "life as you know it is ending tomorrow", what do you think I mean?

“That tomorrow someone will somehow manage to get a hold of my laptop, the Internet will be destroyed, and instead of a Camaro, I’ll now have a Prius.”

Top five hottest people in Hollow Grove, even if you haven't met yet? GO

“How come other people get intelligent questions and I just get asked who I think is hottest?”

samantha-pierce:

“Whoops, I have been known to get drink-drank-drunk. No judgment please. But same here with it being harder to get drunk on beer now. Which means it takes more beer. Which adds up.”

“I will not judge you. I was drunk just the other day. Someone convinced me to drink tequila and the rest is history. Not really, because they’ll never let me forget, but I can hope.”

isabellecresswell:

“So tiny, its like a doll house I swear. There is no room for us here Matty Stevens. Save us from our tiny home.” Isabelle playfully played along with a wide grin on her face now. “How many people do you think stumble out of here in a week, only finally finding their way out?” She asked curiously.

“Just give me like three or four days to find my way out of this maze, and I’ll come back with a sledgehammer to break you out of your tiny dollhouse. Sound good?” He asked her, managing to keep a straight face for a few seconds, before he grinned. “Probably a good amount. There is a large chance there’s a support group for people who’ve been lost in the neverending house and ended up in Narnia or something.”

samantha-pierce:

“Might as well take advantage when you’re not the one footing the bill, eh? I am a fan of whiskey myself.”

“I’ve always thought it tasted kind of weird? I’m not much of an alcohol drinker to begin with. Other than beer, that used to be my drink of choice but it’s a lot harder to get drunk on beer now.”

samantha-pierce:

“I agree. What are you drinking tonight?”

“Whiskey. Not my usual, but I’ve been told they have the best of the best.”

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