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give me one more another one to take the sting away save your loving arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain

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It was one thing to BELIEVE that you were a monster, but it was another thing entirely to LIVE the truth, and that belief had turned into a reality for the oldest Hart male. With his hands covered in blood and NOWHERE TO GO, Jesse found himself breaking in through the back door of Sierra’s home. Once inside, he sat down in one of the chairs at her kitchen table and put his head in his hands. He figured that the mermaid would still be asleep, so he remained where he was as he tried to COME TO TERMS with what he had just done. His knee bounced wildly and his knuckles were chalk white from the strain of his fists. God, he felt sick.

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rcsgcld:

     it had been too long of a week, and the i n c i d e n t had not helped either. she was on edge, constantly on edge ;; muscles tense. her hands trembled, fingers ached for the weapon strapped to her ankle — the knife her father had given to her as a kid — but she kept them clenched at her side, walking faster. the sound of someone else’s steps falling in line caused her to take a brief pause, and shove the person behind her away ;; with too much strength for something that should’ve been simple. “ get away from me ! ” petra hissed, a certain kind of FEAR lacing her words. a pause, and she glanced away from the other. “ i’m fine, just… just leave m-me alone. ”

after his shift had ended, jesse had purchased himself a kebab to eat on the way home when he WITNESSED the altercation between the small female and the one who had been following her. without even pausing to think, his food was dropped to the floor and the werewolf CHARGED at the culprit in question and shoulder barged him to the ground. “did your mother not tell you that it’s RUDE to not wait for consent, asshole,” he punched the male without caring about the consequence. “oops, my hand slipped.”

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ashlcniisms:

╰☆⊰;   Ashlyn just had a break, and was standing outside of the bar to smoke a cigarette. The night was calm, and chill, though, she still felt like there would be some eyes resting on her from the other side of the street. “Can I help you?” the witch asked, not afraid to make clear she had noticed the stranger there already.

“--- Don’t you know that SMOKING KILLS?” Jesse folded his arms over his chest once the woman had caught his presence. “It’d be a shame for those PRETTY LUNGS of yours to go to waste on such a disgusting habit, don’t you think?” Not to mention the STINK was just as bad, though it was probably ten times worse for the male than it was for the woman considering his heightened sense of smell.

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ofthecurrent:

“Don’t ‘whatever, Squishy’ me. We both know I’m right,” she said with a cocky grin - something she’d definitely learned from him. She wasn’t naturally a smart ass like him, but he had definitely rubbed off on her after so much time spent together. “My name is Sierra, not Jan. You’re ridiculous. You can’t take your clothes off because we’re in public and that would get you in trouble. Also because I don’t want to see you naked.” That last part wasn’t completely true, but if she had any intention of keeping their friendship alive and well she knew had a part to play - meaning her crush on him couldn’t rear its ugly head ever again. “What don’t you believe in?” She asked him, clearly confused by his statement. Sierra was oblivious to a lot of things, but she knew that love was love no matter the gender. It was a hard pill to swallow to learn that maybe Jesse wasn’t as perfect as she thought him to be. She was still struggling to catch up when he suddenly turned around and waited for her. It wasn’t typical Jesse behavior, he usually enjoyed seeing her squirm. “What are you-” She was cut off when he jumped on her back, making her legs shake almost immediately from the weight that was suddenly put on them. “Jesse, I swear, if you don’t get down right now, we’re both going to fall,” she said through gritted teeth, her hands gripping at her thighs harshly in an attempt to hold onto him. Unfortunately, he was probably double her weight and her legs quickly gave out from under her, causing her to fall back against him. “Jesse,” she said with a groan, giving his chest a shove. “Now why would you think that was a good idea? I have no upper arm strength.”

“I think HELL WILL FREEZE OVER before I admit that you’re right,” he playfully smirked. If Jesse wasn’t described as an overly cocky male with a teenage mind stuck in a grown man’s body then he was described as an EXTREMELY STUBBORN individual who would swear down on something even if he was wrong - he’d go to his grave holding on to the fact that he believes he was right. “You’re name isn’t Squishy either, but here we are,” he then pointed out. “It’s also a MOVIE REFERENCE. Have you not been watching the list I gave you? Fuck sake,” he grumbled. “How the hell can I get away with all these obscure references if you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about? Get with the game, Wade. Get with the game!” he poked her arm and made a face, as if her not recognising such things was such a pain in the ass for him. “Just forget it, not important,” the werewolf then shrugged. In all the time he had known Sierra, she had ALWAYS been a source of light, and even Jesse - the town’s asshole - knew that there was a line drawn when it came to introducing her to the darker side of his life. He had barely gotten through the fact that he was a monster with the taste for blood every single full moon, but to tell her about the darker more human side of him? It was tar her image of him permanently, and Jesse SELFISHLY wanted to avoid that at all costs. He had already ruined it once before, he couldn’t do it again. Thankfully, however, his little stunt of jumping on her back served as a PERFECT distraction to those thoughts that were constantly lingering in the back of his mind. “Maybe that’s the whole point, Squish!” he smirked through his laugh, tightening his grip on her so that she couldn’t shake him off, but then she had fallen backwards and he now had a very annoyed mermaid in his arms. “Sierra,” he chuckled. “In my defense... I have NO defense,” he made a face. “Shit, my bad. But hey! At least you get a hug out of it,” he then pointed out. To emphasise his words, he tightened his arms around her and rocked from side to side as if cradling a baby in an attempt to get it to sleep. “See? Not so bad.”

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lclianaiisms:

╰☆⊰;   Liliana chuckled lightly. Her face was slightly heated. Her lips a little swollen. She had not been expecting the force the guy had been putting into the kiss. Not that she would complain, though. Not in her current state anyway. “Sounds tempting,” the mermaid was clearly more cheeky than usually. “But also a little impossible. I mean, how can we breath if we continue to kiss someone all day and night?” @wherewolf​

“Is that so?” Jesse cockily replied. “It’s a FIGURE OF SPEECH. I obviously know it’s impossible, but the trying is... WORTH IT,” the werewolf smirked. “So, do I get the pleasure of knowing the name of the woman I just sucked face with or is your whole thing MYSTERY because I can do that, too.”

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spcllbovnd:

“ that was fast. “ amelia stated with a light laugh. she was glad that he didn’t look offended - the witch was just too curious for her own good & she knew that some people didn’t appreciate that. “ not that i blame you. women can be incredibly sexy sometimes. “ but the same thing could be said about men , of course.

“i know what i like,” jesse winked. his mother used to get on at him for stating such personal things so BLUNTLY, but ever since she passed he had gone unchecked -- his father didn’t have control over him and teachers weren’t listened to, and as a result jesse was like... well, he was like this. UNCHECKED AND UNFILTERED. unapologetic, too. “if we’re talking about men that are tall, have black curly hair, and look like me then sure; men are sexy, but other than that? nah.”

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spcllbovnd:

“ so are you here because you’re gay , because you support gays or because of the festivities ? “ the question was already out when amelia realized that it wasn’t necessarily the politest thing she could’ve asked. “ i’m… terribly sorry if this was inappropriate. i tend to speak before i think. “ but amelia didn’t want to make the other person feel uncomfortable & she wouldn’t judge. no matter what.

jesse didn’t even pause in his reply. his answer was STRAIGHTFORWARD and to the point. there was no mistaking him for something that he could never be, that was for sure. “my dick is EXCLUSIVELY for women.”

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ofthecurrent:

“Don’t put words into my mouth,” she said just as quickly, shaking her head quickly. Sure, he sort of fit the definition of an alcoholic, but she wasn’t sure the label really applied to him when he couldn’t feel any of the effects of alcohol. It was kind of confusing to her if she was completely honest. “Don’t be such a downer, a little face paint isn’t that big a deal. It’ll look really cute and cheerful. And please don’t take your clothes off here, that’ll only get you arrested and I can’t bail you out on a teacher’s salary.” Not that money would ever stop her from getting him out of trouble. The lengths she’d go through to help him out were endless. She grinned, pleased that her suggestion seemed to resonate with him, and followed his lead. She quickly fell out of step with him, struggling to keep up. “You have longer legs than I do, you could slow down you know,” she said, out of breath as she ran to catch up to him. 

“Whatever, Squishy,” Jesse retorted. Even if her objection was VALID, he wasn’t going to acknowledge it. He rarely ever did. He would drag it on for as long as it could before someone exploded -- and, more often than not, it was HIM. He couldn’t help it, though. There was just something in his genetic code that made him susceptible to outbursts -- even if they were caused by himself. “Wait, what? How is THAT fair? I can’t take my clothes off, but you’re allowed to cover me in stupid paint for something I don’t even believe in? Yeah. Sure, Jan,” he scoffed. He didn’t mean to say what he had said, but there it was. An ingrained prejudice that had been instilled in him at a very young age. Taking a hand to the back of his head, the male scratched at the curly locks there before glancing at her over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but laugh at her TRYING to keep up, and it took everything in him not to start jogging just so that he could make it worse for her. Instead, however, he turned tail and waited until she was level then jumped up on her back so that she was giving him a piggy back. “C’mon! I’m HUNGRY, Squish.”

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ofthecurrent:

“I know, but that doesn’t stop you from drinking like there’s no tomorrow every chance you’ve got. Clearly it brings you some sort of comfort,” she argued, glaring at him playfully as he complained much like her five years old students did. “This is going to be fun, cheer up. We can walk around, get little rainbow flags painted on our faces and I’ll even have a beer if it’ll stop all the complaining.” The reason she had asked him for ideas in the first place was because she had very little experience when it came to these types of events, but now it seemed like he didn’t either. “How about we start by getting some food in you? Junk food usually puts you in a good mood.”

“Calling me an ALCOHOLIC, huh?” Jesse fired back, somewhat amused by her point. It was VALID, after all. Still, it wasn’t like Jesse counted it as such due to his species alignment. Did it really count as alcoholism when it literally had no effect on him? He didn’t think so. He pretty much equated drinking alcohol to a human drinking something like RELENTLESS. It gave him a little energy boost, but other than that... useless - much like his presence at a Pride Parade, but that was an entirely different kettle to boil. “Okay, NO ONE is painting anything on me unless I’m naked and I’m getting hand prints all over my body,” the male smirked slightly. Pursing his lips for a moment, the werewolf finally conceded to her suggestions and began leading the way to the nearest food booth. It was almost ANNOYING that she knew him well enough to know what would put him in what mood. In only made the sinkhole in his stomach even deeper as he walked. “Keep up, then,” he shouted over his shoulder.

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lclianaiisms:

╰☆⊰;     “Oops….. I am sorry! “ Liliana usually wasn’t forward like this. But the ginger haired mermaid was slightly giddy from whatever sparkly, fancy cocktails they were selling here during the days of the festival. And she had always been curious how it would be to kiss a human, seeing all the other people Liliana had been flirted so far, had been merpeople as well.

╰☆⊰;     “I hope you did not mind?”

In all fairness, SHE KISSED HIM, so who was Jesse to deny a woman his kiss? He reached out and gripped her head between his hands as he crashed his lips against hers, FULLY ENGAGING in the embrace before slowly breaking for air. “You hope I don’t mind being kissed? Fuck no,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Hell, I’d be kissing every minute of every hour of every day if it was fucking possible.” Okay, maybe that was a bit extreme, but the sentiment remained, though he wished the sinking feeling in his stomach wouldn’t.

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ofthecurrent:

Wearing her most colorful dress and a rainbow headband, Sierra pushed her way through the biggest crowd she’d seen in Fort Belmount to find her best friend standing alone, looking a little out of place. To be fair, she had forced him to meet her there despite his protest, meaning she couldn’t blame him for looking so unamused. Reaching him finally, she walked up to him with a grin. “You can drink if you want, I don’t mind. As long as it puts a smile on your face,” she said, giving his cheek a light poke. “So, what do we do now?”

“You know that alcohol does FUCK ALL that I want it to,” Jesse grumbled, practically huffing like a two year old child. Jesse had grown to accept that he was biologically a wolf, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t complain every now and then about the fact that intoxication was NEAR IMPOSSIBLE for his kind thus making events like this almost as intolerable as watching an episode of KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS -- something he still hasn’t given Sierra for. “Fuck if I know, you’re the one that wanted to come to this,” he continued to grumble. He had only agreed to turn up because he had ultimately made the decision to try his best by her; something that she had least DESERVED after he disappeared on her for several weeks after their fight. “You choose.”

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Jesse liked to believe that he was a TOLERANT person, but sometimes - just sometimes - the prejudice that his father held slipped through his son’s behaviour. Unfortunately, that often meant that the middle Hart often felt somewhat... UNCOMFORTABLE during these kind of events. Years of his father’s words and slurs were hard to get rid of, but at least he was trying? Well, one would assume he was trying as he stood with a mini rainbow flag in hand, an UNAMUSED expression etched into his features as he waited for his best friend to show up. When his eyes finally settled on the mermaid, the werewolf let out a quiet grumble.

“I’m not D R U N K enough for this...”

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chloeprentiss:

After checking her Tinder for any messages as to why she was stood up, she heard someone talk to her. Shaking her head slightly, “ It’s nothing really. Well, besides getting stood up for a date.’ Chloe told him before sighing once again, “ What a perfect way to start  social life outside the hospital right?” 

“Well... HIS LOSS,” Jesse shrugged. “Besides, the dude did you a favour if you really think about it,” he continued, then pointed at himself. “You get to spend some QUALITY TIME with me now, surely that’s a positive, right? What better way to start off your social journey than having a heart to heart with your FAVOURITE bartender -- and if I’m not your favourite bartender. Well, I will be soon enough.”

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chloeprentiss:

Chloe didn’t know why she was nervous, but she was. Maybe it was due to the fact that she had a friend of hers sign her up for Tinder and she was now waiting for the date to arrive at the local bar. She waited, and waited, and waited for them to show but no one did. Which made her a tad bit miserable and more pissed than anything. See, this is why she never do the dating apps. “ Great, just great.” She muttered quite loudly before flagging the bartender down. “ Give me something strong, and keep them coming please.” Chloe told them.

Noting the blonde’s distress, Jesse dismissed his fellow bartender and rested his elbows atop of the counter in front of the woman. “Why the LONG FACE, Baby Prentiss?” he smirked a little while he poured the drinks she had ordered. “Share your woes with lil’ ol’ Jesse here.”

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