~awake my soul

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes // I struggle to find any truth in your lies Indie | multi-chara NSFW-ish

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Jealous messages

[MSG]: Did you have fun with you-know-who last night?

[MSG]: I guess my company doesn't interest you any more.

[MSG]: What do you see in that guy/girl?

[MSG]: (S)he's kind of hot... you think?

[MSG]: Is he bigger than me?

[MSG]: When's the wedding?

[MSG]: I heard you and ___ are an item.

[MSG]: Is there... someone else?

[MSG]: I never agreed to an open relationship!

[MSG]: Does she do that thing that I do for you?

[MSG]: I see you'll flirt with just about anyone.

[MSG]: I'm a fool for thinking I was special to you.

[MSG]: How serious is it between you two?

[MSG]: You've been spending a lot of time with ___ recently.

[MSG]: So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.

[MSG]: So that's your type, huh?

[MSG]: Who's better in bed, me or him/her?

[MSG]: I can't bear to see you with someone else.

[MSG]: You're just a slut.

[MSG]: Just curious... not like I'm jealous or anything...

[dylanevz]

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( so i'm attempting to get back into writing almost every day now that I have a new job where I will have a chance to actually sit and write replies again. I just followed a bunch of wonderful new lovelies, and if anyone is interested in plotting! Then shoot me an ask! ^-^ Open starters and starter calls to follow! )

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( theunlikelyones. )

“I can see you staring at my ass. You’re not even being subtle about it.”

   “Well it is a very nice ass you know.”          Even if she’d been more spaced out than staring.

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( animalites. )

{ open. }

“ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s hot! hot, hot, hot! holy shit, fuck.” robin sets the pan down on the counter and waves his hands in the air. “see, this is why i leave the cooking to you!”

“oh here let me see.” daisy moves over to her roommate, frowning as she pulls his hands out. they don’t look all that burnt. “they’re not too bad, but you’ll want to put burn cream on them.” She drops his hands now, checking on the food. “food looks good though. edible.”

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( hyperbxlism. )

Lydia doesn’t bother informing Daisy that Vasen would do no such thing, because she can sense that the girl wanted to talk about this pack of hers. Pack, family. Same thing. Leaning forward, she shows Daisy that she is listening. The wolf way. “And you want to stay here?”

Even before she was pregnant, Lydia had a motherly way about her. She always wanted to listen to another’s worries, and soothe them the best she could. She always wanted to tidy problems and messes up alike with a tight bow and a kiss.

Sometimes it feels like all Daisy can talk about is her family. Her ridiculous, large, rowdy family. Except most people can’t hear the full story, or understand what it means to be pack. 

“I just... I love my pack, very much. But they don’t understand me most of the time and just keep.. pushing me to find a mate and I don’t want that at all.” She starts to pick at a loose part of the table before looking back up at the other wolf. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to drop all of that on you...” She’s just never had anyone that could understand fully, that she could talk about it with.

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( hyperbxlism. )

Lydia outright laughs, reaching over and squeezing Daisy’s hand before sitting back in her chair. “Vasen will get over it, or I’ll bite his ears while he tries to sleep tonight.” He may be an Alpha, but it was hard to tell Lydia what to do. She winks at Daisy before resuming her sandwich. “So Daisy, why are you so far from home?” Technically, this girl was in Vasen’s territory. She possibly wasn’t on his radar because she wasn’t a threat, or at least he didn’t consider her to be one.

“My mom almost tore a beta from another pack’s arms off for touching my dad once.” Daisy starts to eat her apple, one of the ones her mom sent from home. Or technically her aunt, if the scent on the box was true.

“I’m here for school, and some time away from a nagging pack.” Always going on and on about her finding a mate. Everyone she talks to on the phone when she calls home seems to ask. “I’m only staying long enough to finish my four years, and then my mom wants me home again.” Mom. Alpha. Same thing.

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( hyperbxlism. )

Rowan has been gone most of the day, needing... time alone. And buying groceries. He puts the stuff away before heading upstairs to look for Juni. He doesn’t expect to find the door to his room open. Moving quickly down the hall, he skids to a stop in front of the door.

“What are you doing! I told you not to come in here!” He’s more freaked out than angry, but they both sound about the same in his broken voice.

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( hyperbxlism. )

Lydia felt like an empty, bottomless pit. Every day she grew hungrier, and she knew pretty soon she’d have to go into the woods and eat raw. Maybe Vasen will catch her something nice. She looks up at her and huffs a laugh. “For sure.”

She puts the sandwich down long enough to wipe her hands and offer one for a shake. The girl smelled foreign, definitely not from a pack that Lydia had encountered. Though, she didn’t always go to Vasen’s meetings. “I’m Lydia.”

“I’m Daisy.” She doesn’t take the offered hand, instead nodding her head. “Your mate won’t like it if I touch you before he knows who I am.” An unfamiliar beta from an unfamiliar pack touching the mate of an Alpha? Yeah, that’d go over well. She remembers that one time, the incident where her mom flipped shit after a beta from another pack touched Daisy’s dad. That’d been fun for sure. “It’s nice to meet you.” Daisy actually smiles at the girl.

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( hyperbxlism. )

Lydia can smell the other woman coming, nose more sensitive than usual thanks to the multiple pups fighting over territory in her belly. She has already finished a second sandwich when the girl drops another in front of her. She sniffs it to make sure it’s safe first, then digs in without preamble. It was customary to offer food to pregnant wolves, especially Alpha mates. That’s what Vasen taught her.

She speaks around a mouthful, knowing she doesn’t have to worry about table manners with this wolf. “Four more weeks.” Then she’d have a bundle of squirmy pups, and Vasen would have heirs. She was excited although she couldn’t physically show it, she was too exhausted for that.

Daisy watches the other girl eat for a moment before setting the other half of the sandwich in front of her. Multiples for sure, which means she needs it. A lot more than Daisy did anyways.

“Your first litter?” 

Everyone had did different answers of whether the first is the hardest or not, some said yes and some said no. Mostly Daisy just found that the first time mother walked around nervous the entire time, worrying about this and that. The worry made them smell.

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( hyperbxlism. )

Don’t turn around… If he turned around, she’d be begging him to stay. It was wrong, she knew it was, to want to drag him back down the hall. Down the hall is where he’ll help her sleep. “This was never your home anyway,” she says spitefully, to remind him of all the nights she spent alone. That wasn’t fair, not when he was gone because he was working for the money to take care of her. Juni knew how to make him angry.

It’s her final words that do it, her final words that propel him out the door. Out the door and into the hall as the slam echoes behind him. He doesn’t even stop to lock the door behind him, something he’s always been cautious about. But all he can feel right now is hurt, radiating through him from his chest as if someone had stabbed him there. He just needs... he just needs to be somewhere else for a while.

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( hyperbxlism. )

   Daisy had long ago perfected the art of being able to tell when a female wolf is with pups. Mostly by the smell, but also by the glow. And this girl is definitely carrying. Multiples, if Daisy’s nose is correct. It’s rarely wrong on that front.

   And of course, you can take the wolf out of her pack but you couldn’t take the pack mentality out of the girl. Sitting down across from the wolf she doesn’t know, she offers out half of her roast beef sandwich.

   “When are you due?”

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( hyperbxlism. )

Normally Juni would be backing down, but she didn’t want to this time. She didn’t want to be the stupid, bratty little sister who shouldn’t feel let down. Because she did, she felt like he was giving up on her because he felt like she didn’t need him anymore. Like he’s making up any excuse to get rid of her. “I want you to leave me,” she says harshly, standing her ground. “I want you to leave. I hate you.”

“What... I.. Juni?” He stands, pacing away fro her and then back again. “You don’t mean that.. You can’t...” But he can see the look on her face, the way she’s holding herself. He knows she means it. “I...” He turns, grabbing his keys from where he left them and heading straight for the door. He doesn’t look back, though he does hesitate at the door.

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( hyperbxlism. )

“Stop lying!” she shouts now, pushing him and pushing him hard. She knows she shouldn’t, not when he’s this drunk. “If you want to be done with me, then just be done! Don’t just disappear for two days, disappear forever!” She doesn’t know what she’s saying anymore, she can’t even see him her eyes are so clogged with tears.

He falls back, looking up at her with shock. His voice trembles as he speaks. “What... No! No Juni I’m not...” Sitting up, he tries to reach for her. Tries to... To make her understand. He doesn’t hate her, never could hate her, but... but their life wasn’t going to be the same anymore. “I’m not going to leave you.”

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( hyperbxlism. )

Suddenly Juni is angry, tears burning hot because she hates it when he lies. “You’re lying!” Unfettered by her outburst, she wipes her face roughly. “You’re never home, and when you are you never talk to me!” She knows she sounds like a teenager again, like the little girl he had to raise after their parents died. It was so stereotypical but he promised it’d never be like that, that he’d never hold it against her. “You hate me!”

“No! No I don’t. Juni... How could you say that?” He reaches out, grabbing her hand and tugging. Trying to get her to look at him. Her words cut him, cut him deeper than he thought words could cut. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much, but I thought... I thought you wouldn’t want me in your life so much, now.”

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( hyperbxlism. )

There’s an ache in her chest, making her swallow what felt like a golfball. She purses her lips, trying to find a way to respond to that. All she can say is, “Yeah, and now it’s Friday.” Standing up suddenly, she starts towards the kitchen but barely makes it there. “Rowan, you’re not stupid.” When she turns back to him, her face is already wet. “You went because you didn’t want to spend time with me, you never do.”

“No, no today is Thursday.” He feels his head begin pound. Was it really Friday? How was he missing an entire day? He lowers his head into his hands, rubbing his face. “It’s Friday?” Now his voice is quiet, shaking. Chest aching. How could he have lost track of time like that? “I didn’t... Juni, I do want to spend time with you.”

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( hyperbxlism. )

The last thing Juniper wanted to do was fight, especially since they haven’t spent time together in far too long. Her hands begin to fidget, and she curses herself for tearing up so quickly. “Why were you out so late?” She sounds scorned, like he betrayed her by going to this party. Another party. “I thought we were… We were supposed to watch movies tonight.”

His eyes go wide. Fuck. He’d... completely forgotten. But... “Wasn’t that supposed to be Thursday?” Wasn’t it? Wasn’t that what they said? He feels like a dick now. Had he really fucked up enough to have forgotten a movie night with Juni?