#feelthepressure

[xnothero]

@feel-the-pressure​  ⤻ abel & alexandra !

     peter’s words were a slap in her face. was she not strong enough to fend on her own? why was she still being treated like a child? how is it that she’s old enough to buy a glass of whiskey at the bar but apparently she wasn’t old enough to try and help with the arising problem in her hometown? the blatant disrespect! 

      “oh. great. my babysitter’s here,” alexandra grumbles, turning on her heels to face the older male. “you know, i’m more than capable of handling myself. i’m not a child. and i can assure you that i can literally rip these assassin’s heads off.”

[jupitcr]

@feel-the-pressure​!

okay, SHOWTIME. the door rings as he walks into the bakery, louder than it might usually, considering it was practically empty. probably since it was near closing time. so with his PURPOSEFULLY bad timing and a sad face to match, he approaches the counter. “hey— i’m so sorry to bother you, but do you know of anyone with rooms to rent? i’m a bit DESPERATE...” while scott was serious about his search for decent shelter, he really tried to amp up the whole LOST PUPPY factor. he’s no idiot— he knows no one in their right mind would give a strange man a place to live off the bat. so cue the sad eyes and soft tone of voice. 

[misunderstoodcreatures]

@feel-the-pressure​ frank & june

       Frank was travelling cross country to make it to see Amy in Florida for her birthday. He was taking the odd job here and there and trying to keep himself out of violence because it’d make him spiral out of control and he didn’t want to be that person. He was that person if he needed to be, if somebody needed help but he was finding this quiet time almost freeing. 

      He hadn’t been at this town long but he decided to stay for a while--Amy wasn’t that far away and she was busy studying so he was going to stay out of her hair and not be a ‘helicopter parent figure’ as karen would call him. He was getting some groceries and had stupidly forgotten his glasses (not that he’d wear them in public that is) and he couldn’t quite make the fine print on a package of cookies and wanted to make sure they didn’t have any peanut. 

    “Uhm miss? Sorry to bother you,” he said to a very pretty young woman shopping near him. “I forgot my glasses,” damn admitting that really stung. “Could I ask you to check if it says ‘peanuts’ anywhere in here?”

[warrioroflondonbelow]

( @feel-the-pressure II Continued from here )

“Hm? Wait, wha’? N-... No. Ves. Honestly, I ca-... I really can’t dance! If I do I migh’ end up steppin’ on yer’ toes!” stuttered Richard, his face completely flushing. However, his constant excuses didn’t seem to perturb Ves. Instead, Richard found himself being pulled up from his seat, before he felt his hand being guided onto the curve of Ves’s waist, while her’s rested upon his broad shoulders. “Sway... erm... okay...” Richard began to sway his body, all the while he kept his gaze glued onto the floor. His movements were rather stiff, but it was better than nothing. “I dunno’ if you’d count this as slow dancin’, but yer’ toes still seem to be unbruised, so tha’ has to count for somethin’ ye’?” Richard smiled sheepishly, his movements still calculated and careful, as he continued to try and keep the tip of his shoes away from Ves’s feet.

[xnothero]

CLOSED STARTER.

@feel-the-pressure​      ⤻     BENJI & GWEN !

     benji had finally managed to slip past his group of friends - finding some form of peace and quiet in the upstairs area of the club. where coincidentally, had a bar of it’s own. not that he was much of a drinker. but one or two wouldn’t hurt... right? he’s thankful that he does - attention to the woman that’s  two seats down from him with a welcoming smile.

     “hey, uh, can i buy  you a drink?” 

[xnothero]

@feel-the-pressure​     —     ABEL & ALEX !

          ALEXANDRA   HAD   spent the first half of her return pacing the living room. nervous was the understatement of the year. she’s sure abel is just as riled up as she is. ‘came back earlier than expected, we need to talk.’ was the text she had sent abel when she walked into their shared home. the brunette picked at her fingertips waiting for the alpha’s arrival, trying to keep her breathing steady. seven weeks, she was carrying a child — their child for seven weeks. the anticipation is what’s getting her really, she can’t figure out if he’ll be happy or not (despite her older brother’s reassurance that abel would be) and that’s what scares her the most. her heart beat only quickens when she hears abel’s keys jingling in the door, turning to face him as her teeth dragged across her bottom lip. “hey bubs, we cut the pack stuff short because um some stuff came up.” 

[xnothero]

❝   ╰     ———    @feel-the-pressure​   !

HE  TAKES  the  necessary  steps  to  close  the  distance  in  between  them.  hands  folded  neatly  behind  his  back.  “  —  hey.  whatever’s  going  on  in  that  head  of  yours. you  gotta  let  me  know,  alright?  you’re  not  dealin’  with  this  alone.  ‘ts  what  i’m  here  for  .”  despite  his  brooding  demeanor  he’s  soft  spoken. 

[xnothero]

@feel-the-pressure​  — abel & alex.

   IT’S BEEN two weeks. two weeks of radio silence ( that’s mostly alexandra’s fault because she’s trying to figure out what the hell she’s going to do next ) and it wasn’t fair to abel. she knows that. but, but, she does bribe peter to keep tabs on the said alpha, just to make sure he’s okay  —  she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if something happened to him and they weren’t on good terms. although peter was warned to not ask unnecessary questions and he doesn’t because alexandra’s temper was far more easier to set off these days than it usually was. 

so here she was - biting the bullet, standing in the rain as she tries to figure out what she’s going to say to him. it’s almost like all the practice she had done in the mirror had completely vanished from her memory. convenient. she’s panicking. and she almosts gets back into her car and leave. 

but she doesn’t. instead she walks up the porch’s stairs and gives two soft knocks on his front door. her hands are tucked into her jacket when she takes a step back - humming a low tune to try to calm her nerves. she’s soaked and she’s sure abel will yell at her for driving in a storm and for being drenched - but this was important. 

the she wolf’s face almost immediately lights up when he opens the door before the wave of realization washes over her. she misses him. and it takes everything in her not to close the distance in between them and show him how much she missed him. 

“i know i’m in no position to demand anything but,” she takes in a deep breath, looking up at the alpha. “i need you to shut up and listen. you can yell at me later  —  just please listen to what i have to say.”