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[theindieflash]

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Blaine had seen quite a lot of relationships break up in his short life so far, mostly due to the role they were all given on their 18th birthday. He’d seen people be torn apart, letting their new title define them in ways that Blaine couldn’t imagine. It was sad really, which why he’d decided early on that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be placed in a box, to live by a label that a complete stranger gave him, just because it was written on a piece of paper. 

Then he saw them.

He didn’t know too much about them other than their names, he’d tried to do a little research, but he hadn’t wanted to make it too obvious, or make him seem obsessed in the wrong sort of way. But he knew he wanted to find out more, he thought about trying to get one of them on their own, divide and conquer had been a strong tactic in the past, but he saw the way that they looked at each other, as if no one else mattered, and he knew that his usual moves weren’t going to work this time. He had to try something different with these two, maybe a more subtle approach would work for starters?

Spotting them huddled together in the far corner of the bar, Blaine smiled as he ordered a fresh round of drinks to be sent over to them, flashing them a bright smile when they looked up in his direction.

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museformen replied to your photo: Sebastian to Scott.  [text] I usually only eat...

*[Text] Well I think as the birthday boy you should get /whatever/ you want today and if that involves me being a treat and a present for you I think I can handle that. Does the birthday boy want anything else?

[text] It’s not actually my birthday, but I wouldn’t mind taking you up on that offer. Tacos. Bring tacos. 

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Stiles was getting beyond annoyed with everyone and everything. He hadn't peaked yet, as an Alpha. Sure, he was a late bloomer, having taken an extra 2 years more than most people to figure out if he was a born Alpha, beta, or omega. Literally everyone,including himself, was surprised when his eyes turned Red and his natural aggression and agitation calmed into a more natural need to be on top. In more ways than one. It seemed everyone around him had someone, a mate. Hell, Scott had two. And here he was, a senior in high school, sniffing every new person he meets in hopes of finding a beta or omega that matched him.

 "It's not gonna happen, Scott" Stiles whined, slamming the back of his head on a locker as he mulled over a life of solitude. "I will be know as the late blooming Alpha that couldn't get a mate and I'll die alone. "

 "Bro... You'll find someone. If I were a beta I'd be all up on you. "

 "Promise, bro?"

 "Promise. " 

 The mole covered teen grinned at his best friend and shrugged his backpack over a shoulder before heading to Chemistry. As he was about to walk into the class, though, a smell hit him so hard he could barely see. Hell he could barely stand. Stiles ignored the worried questions from Scott and looked around the hallway frantically. A deep urge inside of him screaming and scratching at his very core to find the source and to take. It was then that he saw someone, a new kid? Walking through the entrance and towards a locker. Something in him snapped and before he knew it he was pushing people out of the way and stalking towards the attractive male.

[warbleralways]

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       For years upon years, Blaine was hiding a huge secret from his family. For years, he lied about where he was and what he was doing. He wasn’t going to auditions or vocal training, oh no. For years, Blaine was saving the streets of the city as the famous hero Nightbird. He’d kept this secret for so long, even his twin, who he found out was a huge fan of Nightbird. Blaine never ever realized it, until he saw his brother’s little shrine to him on his bedside table. He had a little custom figure, pictures, and so many little knick knacks. It was cute. Ever since then he wanted to tell him, but he knew he’d be in danger with such a secret. So, on their birthday, after all the partying had gone on, Blaine decided to wear the costume and climb into his brother’s room late at night when everyone was asleep. He just climbed through the window, making sure to make noise to wake the boy up before he stood there proudly, hands on his hips.

                  “I hear it’s your birthday?”

[theindieflash]

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When Blaine first accepted Coach Sylvester’s request to join the Cheerios, he thought he was going to hate it, the training regime was brutal and while he was able to keep up, it didn’t really leave him with much time for anything else. He eventually started looking for ways of quitting or getting thrown off the team, so that he could go back to living his life again, enjoying his Senior Year the way he was supposed to. 

But then Mark had joined the football team and everything changed. 

Being on the Cheerios, it pushed him just that little bit closer to the latest jock to walk McKinley’s hallways, they ran in the same social circle now, and it was no secret that Blaine was positively giddy whenever they so much as sat close together. He had it bad, and everyone could see it, everyone other than Mark it seemed, who was absolutely oblivious to Blaine and his advances. 

With the big game coming up, Blaine promised himself that this was his final chance to get Mark’s attention, to get him to look at him, the same way the other football players looked at the other Cheerios. Things were quiet at first, cheering along with the rest of the squad, though he did get a little louder once Mark caught the ball, put the Titan’s in the lead, flashing a bright smile when he was sure that Mark wasn’t looking. Okay, so maybe he could keep this crush to himself just a little longer...

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Guy Richards used to have it all, wealth, fame and one of the biggest companies around. Until his wife had filed for divorce and things had got messy, suddenly all of his secrets were out in the open, his name in the headlines for all the wrong reasons, his business being slandered and some of his oldest partners refusing to even come near him. He was furious. Half of everything that he’d ever worked for was being handed over his ex-wife and he just had to sit by and let it. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so angry in his life before.

The change had been instantaneous, everyone knew who he was, but for all the wrong reasons, they knew what he’d done, seen his name dragged through the mud and no one would dare come near him. Sitting in a bar didn’t help, once a true ladies man, he now found himself sitting alone, drowning his sorrows, wondering where it had all gone wrong. He had to snap out of this, so downing his drink, he picked up his keys and started driving around, not entirely sure where he was heading, until finally he pulled up and a young man approached the car. Guy pursed his lips together, eyes trailing over the young man. He’d never shown any interest in men before, never really been that way inclined, but there was something about this guy, something that intrigued him, so he wound down the window, leaning out of the window slightly. “How much for the night?” he asked.

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Dylan thrived on living a quiet life, he kept himself out of the spotlight, out of harms way, and he was happy, until recently. There were strange rumours circling the school and Dylan was beginning to feel more than a little on edge.  You see, things had been happening recently, weird things that Dylan couldn’t explain nor make sense of. He’d been having vivid dreams, dreams that left him in a cold sweat when he woke him, his body shivering with fear as he tried to remind himself that it wasn’t real. 

But then the blackouts had started, Dylan would wake up somewhere he’d swear he’d never been before, completely naked, sometimes covered in scratches, sometimes even blood. He was terrified, and he swore that he was going insane. Plenty of times he’d thought about talking to someone, confiding in his mother over what was happening to him, but out of fear of being rejected or locked away, he kept his fears to himself. Instead conducting his own research, most websites put his symptoms down to stress or being overworked, which he supposed made sense given that his senior year finals were fast approaching.

So he tried slowing things down a little, taking a break from his homework and focusing on something a little more lighthearted, video games, comic books, that sort of things. But the blackouts were becoming more frequent, sometimes he’d lose hours in a day, that he just couldn’t explain. The latest being the most terrifying yet, when he awoke, he was in the middle of a nearby field, surrounded by blood and the flesh of what he assumed to be a cow - though he couldn’t be too sure - completely naked and covered in scratches and a number of new flesh wounds.

“What is happening to me?” he asked shakily, holding his hands up in the dim moonlight trying to examine the damage.