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If You’re My Girl, Then I’m Your Man//Close

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[Mr.WolfDaddy: Yesterday 3:43 am] Goodnight

[Mr.WolfDaddy: Today 9:20 am] Good Morning my dear. How did you sleep?

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“I know what you’re thinking so you might as well say it–” she muttered, ruffling her hair a little frustratingly at the figure in front of her as a small smile spread across her lips. Not that Lydia had any physic powers, no matter how much she wished she did, but she could tell that they were thinking or saying something about her inside that little head of theirs. The banshee wanted answers.

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( ✉ Text: Allison); Awful. Save me.

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Jackson Kenner. Elijah. -thinks; I could make a whole list. Lmao.

I’ve never seen any of that Vampire Diaries or Originalss stuff. My mum does though so I couldn’t really play those two :/

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The night had started off all right but it had only gone hill from there. First there had been that DWI and the fucking prick had peed all over the back seat of the squad car, one of the many reasons Derek had been glad for plastic backseats.

This latest call had been a public disturbance and the guy turned out to be heavily 'self-medicated.' It wasn't until he was seizing in the back seat that Derek knew with any certainty something was amiss. Flicking on the cherries he blazed toward the hospital in fury of sound and light, tires squealing as they came to a halt and he hauled the man inside.

Hospital intake staff converged on him, hands fluttering and asking a dozen questions and he only knew the answers to a few. "Overdose. I'm thinking it was a cocktail." Strapped and effectively handcuffed to a gurney he lost sight of his charge, turning to fill out paperwork and call the station when he felt an impact, startled he stepped back.

"Sorry, excuse me."