#p:seth

[secondbetaerica]

Good old days

{ sethxstilinski }

It wasn't the first time Erica shifted down in the comfy couch in a pair of sweat pants at the Stilinski house. It wasn't going to be the last specially if her parents kept fighting. Erica gave a tired sigh and continued to look through the stack of DVD's that were resting on her stomach.

" Do you want to watch DC or Marvel?" She asked, not looking up. " Or, uhm.. Something else?" Erica flipped over one of the cases and halfheartedly read the back of it. Erica straightened and step the stack down on the coffee table besides three of them.

" Seth, eeine meenie" She held them up. 

[xadriannaxelite]

Waking Up Dead || Seth and Adrianna

Adrianna awoke in an unfamiliar room, lights out and the coldness of the night floating in the room. Her mind was in a daze and she felt as though something sharp had made it's mark on the back of her head. She couldn't hear much except for the pounding of her heart and her loud and rapid breaths that were muffled by the piece of cloth tied tightly around her mouth. Where was she? Quiet tears began to fill her eyes as she soon realized that her body was completely restrained to a chair by thick ropes that seemed impossible to cut through. All she could think about was the last thing that had happened prior to her accident. 

The young girl, the older guy who was her father, and the crowd of people surrounding her rapidly replayed in her head, over and over again. She felt like screaming. She felt as though that scream would somehow help the situation, that it would magically bring her back home. But really, it wouldn't do to much with that thing around her mouth. 

Through her heavy breathing and her tears, Adrianna barely noticed that there was another occupant in the room. He was restrained to a chair behind her and the two chairs restrained to each other. It seemed like something out of a movie, one of those torture scenes. But it wasn't, it was real life. Adrianna tried her best to calm herself, she took deep breaths and once she began to calm down a little, she could hear sniffling coming from whoever was behind her. How long had he been awake? Who was he? She became panicked again, her soft breaths turned heavier and more rapid by the second. She needed to get out. 

[laceywho]

Seal The Deal With A Kiss || Seth & Laciel

Laciel glared at the bottle of brown liquid held only by glass and a screw on top. Indulgence was a sin. And so, Laciel unscrewed the top. The liquor smell burst from the bottle and to her nose - it smelt like her clothes had after being Lacey. The alcohol breath. But this did not put her off. Her hand held on to the bottle and poured some in to a separate glass. The smell grew stronger as time passed. She brought the glass to her lips and felt the burn at the back of her throat as she closed her eyes. And then she felt a presence in the room, she stiffened up and remained perfectly still.

[laureperrault]

Midnight Madness [Seth/Laure]

Years had gone by since she even thought about breaking out the dress again. Her stomach fluttered with excitement, body ready to take on the night. With her energy replenished, drawing from the bountiful meal she'd consumed earlier that day, she dug through her closet. Naturally, nothing was sorted by era or color or preference. But it didn't take long for her eye to spot that telltale red dress: skintight and glowing against the moonlight. She pulled it from the hanger with a devilish smirk curling her lips, taking no time at all to shed her clothes and slip into the little red number.

The light coming in from the window was all they would need. The stars were bright tonight, appearing like glitter as they reflected through the glass and onto the floor. He would be here soon, but in the mean time, she was going to get herself ready. She flicked the switch on the stereo. Music from their time together in London began to thrum from the speakers, and she turned up the volume--loud enough to blanket the room in sound, wrap her up in a cocoon of the past. Bare feet against the cool hardwood, she allowed herself to get lost in the music, having no problem dancing by herself.

[hannah--barnes]

Friendship || Seth & Hannah

Staring aimlessly at the ceiling above her, phone clasp in her right hand, Hannah bit her lower lip with a sigh, her free hand caressing her unborn child as it moved restlessly with in her. Sleep hadn't been coming easy, especially with the events that had occurred as of recent, but live moved on. The whir of the washing machine in the laundry room seemed to sooth her as well as the clicking of her Grandmothers knitting needles as she hummed along to the music playing in her study. The chime of her phone, bringing Hannah from her reverie, made her jump, the child lurching inside her as it's mother cause it to fright. Smiling she soothingly rubbed where the child's head should be, reading over the text.

Having expected her relationship with her best friend to be more forced and fragile after the car park fiasco, she was delighted that nothing was changed. Loosing Seth now would break her heart just that bit more. They arranged to meet in town in a little while to talk and eat together, and she wanted to apologise properly, face to face.

Carefully and cumbersome, Hannah stood from the sofa,moving to dress and but on some makeup. It was futile, the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep still prominent. Shrugging, she merely slipped her jacket on, glad she'd purchased new clothes befitting her state and with her bag in hand, left the house, calling out to her grandmother. The walk in to town was pleasant, the sun bright and warm on her curly hair. The mere sound of bird song brought a smile to her lips as she wandered along, reaching their meeting point by the bay harbor. She settled her self on the low wall there, looking out over her shoulder at the sea, glassy and beautiful lapping at the shore. It was a perfect day.

[hannah--barnes]

Life Changing Moments || Hannah-Kyle-John-Seth.

"Hannah Elizabeth Barnes!"

The screeching tone of her mothers voice was enough to wake the dead from the everlasting slumber, let alone Hannah from her little napping spot on the end of her bed, curled up in countless blankets and cheeks red from slumber.

"HANNAH. DOWNSTAIRS NOW!"

Her father too. Wow. When the parents teamed up it showed they meant business of some sort, else they'd be silently in other parts of the house, directly avoiding each other.

Groaning softly, Hannah wiggled her way out of her cocoon and rubbed her eyes softly, her blonde hair a curly mess. Knowing she looked stupid, her top slightly ridden up over her bump, she made her way downstairs, pulling her hair back and tying it with the tie on her wrist.

"Yeah I'm here; Sorry I was sleeping" She mumbled, her voice husky and face a mixture of confusion and worry.

They stood their in their fury, eyes cold and judging, her mothers pointedly looking at her baby bump, making Hannah's back straighten. If looks could kill, well it would be simple to say that both mother and child would have easily been obliterated. Her mind was more focused on this and trying to keep her self strong as her father started speaking to her. Coming around she caught the last words and the last name she wanted to hear.

"... Bryce Kennedy."

"Frankly, young lady we're disgusted. We've heard things about you that no parent would dream of hearing about their child .. and then there's this situation.." Her mother flung her arm in the direction of the baby with a sneer. "Finding out your only daughter is the town .. well slut! No better word for it is there Hannah! We had higher hopes for you."

The expression on her mom's face was almost like she was trying to feel but couldn't quite get there, like the love for her only child had just simple been absorbed away with the years. Hannah's jaw fell and her eyes welled up, simply standing there, breathless.

Bryce had been a mistake .. she thought he was sweet and tried to date him .. he'd been amazing for about two weeks until he got his leg over. Then she was his toy for another week, he forced himself on her despite her protesting, lending her out to his friends, and dumped her publicly and humiliatingly only days afterwards. He took everything from her and for the rest of that year she was an empty shell. It'd been Sam that had helped her get herself back together. But she'd never dreamed that this would get out to her parents, who hardly spent any time in town to know any of her business.

"If it wasn't for that nice boy, the blondie cashier at the mini mart, tipping us off to watch you we'd never have known.. that was your plan wasn't it Slut. To keep it a secret, fool us like the idiots you think we are. This was the last straw Hannah Barnes. This is it. No more." Her mothers words made her flinch with the viciousness, but it was her fathers icy tone and cold eyes and finality that dealt the final blow.

"No daughter of mine is the town slut. No daughter of mine is knocked up. I have no daughter ... Get out .. you have two days .. move out and do not come back. We want nothing to do with you. You have your trust fund. You'll probably shack up with one of your many men .. put you are no longer a member of our family. You sicken me."

The world crumbled out from under her feet.

She was alone, her and her unborn child, with a little money and no family.

Let breathless at the bottom of the stairs, no words in her throat, and tears in her eyes, the people she once called parents walked away in different directions, cutting their ties so quickly and easily it was almost like nothing had changed for them.

Pain coursed through her as she sank to the floor, the sobs echoing around the large marble hallways, with no one to hear and no one to care for the broken blonde, rounded with child.

Hours later, her eyes red and swollen, Hannah shakily sat up, pushing the hair from her face. How .. how could this have happened. She recalled all the words spoken in the short moments that brought her easy life crashing about her ears. 'That nice boy, blondie at the mini mart'... They had ruined her, they deserved to know her pain.

Growling low in her chest, she stumbled to the front door, pulling down a coat and throwing it on over her tank and joggers, slipping her feet in to a pair of flats. Grabbing her keys she left, jogging in a rage, her eyes on fire.

This person was going to pay.

--

It'd been a slow day but it was starting to pick up now and all the staff had come in to pitch a hand, mind you all the staff meant about 5 people including the manager. Not a lot but still, they got the job done, and quickly.

Running his hands through his hair, Kyle sighed, resting his elbows on the cashier desk, resting for a second before another customer, laden with an alcohol filled cart came to his check point. Scanning through the items quickly, with a smile on his lips.

"That'll be 30 dollars please sir." He spoke, his aura tired but charming at the same time.

Taking the money, he dropped it in the til, offering the gentleman his receipt as the door was angrily shoved open, the bell having a little field day as it announced the new arrival.

Turning his head, an eyebrow raised, Kyle was greeted with the red eyes and angry face, a sigh building up in his chest and turning back around. Hannah Barnes may have been his boyfriends best friend -seriously .. they seemed joined at the hip sometimes, a little like siblings- but she was one of his least favorite people in the bay. Not to mention the fact she was a complete whore.

Whilst he was contemplating he presence, Hannah was scouting the store, looking at all the cashiers hair colours .. there was a single blonde their and it was the one person she knew hated her guts.

"Fucking Telson." She mumbled under her breath, squaring her shoulders and walking over to him. "Kyle Telson, you fucking twat."

Brow furrowed, Kyle turned sharply to face the small woman with a fierce look on her face. "What do you want Hannah?" He half spat out, trying to keep his voice low so his manager wouldn't interject.

"You told my mother about fucking Bryce .. how did you even know .. and the others. You little fucker. And I can't believe at one point I trusted you. No I was probably another fucking notch on your bed post before you came out as a cock gobbler!"

Her words were sharp and loud, full of hate as she leant across the till to scream at him, eyes tearing up again. Half of this she didn't mean but in her anger it was all coming out.

"You don't know what you're talking out" He sneered.

"Don't I? DON'T I ? BECAUSE I JUST GOT KICKED OUT FOR BEING THE TOWN WHORE ALL BECAUSE OF YOU BASTARD!"

Bristling and angry, Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder, turning to see his manager all worried and small. "Take this out side?" He mumbled, Kyle nodding in ascent and taking off his apron.

He grabbed Hannah's shoulder slightly, ignoring her screeching and her jerking movements, trying to her his hand off of her.

Once in the parking lot her let her go, pushing her lightly away leaving her to shout at him, cussing him out whilst he tried to remain calm, sending a quick text to Seth and John.

'Seth, get here quick, Hannah's blowing up at me. Stupid whore's gone crazy - love you.'

'John your fucking girlfriend is going ape shit on me in the minimart parking lot!! Come and fucking control her before I do ..'

[kyle--telson-blog]

Making Memories || Seth & Kyle

Shutting down his laptop, Kyle looked around him self with a sigh, one hand reaching out to run through his dogs fur. He smiled down at the little fluffy thing, saying in a low voice "Guess I best get ready to meet Seth, huh Vincey." The puppy made a huffing noise in response, looking at him like he had a problem. Kyle just laughed, standing up from the sofa and walking quickly through to the bath room of his small apartment.

Apart from Vince, Kyle lived alone here. He'd moved out from his family ... adoptive family's home when he was old enough, needing his own space to work his thoughts out and to start the process of finding his past. It was a recent thing after he came back from 6 months with his adoptive grandparents, but his family was supportive of him. He only lived across the road from them in reality and still when back most nights to eat and wash his clothes. But his family didn't know that he was searching for his birth parents. He wanted to know. He had a deep desire to find out his past, why he was abandoned...

Splashing his face with water, he stared a moment at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his hair and messing it up a little. It was all he needed to do to look presentable enough. Grabbing his keys and phone, Kyle made sure Vince had food and water and left the house, locking the door behind himself. It was a quick walk to the beach where he was to meet Seth and he found himself there early; He was waiting in place with a smile, leaning up against a lamp post and looking about expectantly.