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fxcklouiserogers:

“Sometimes i hate the fact that something as little as salt is able to hold me  back. Like if someone made a line of salt on the ground i would have to go around it. Isn’t it weird?”

“Thought about carrying a leaf blower or something?”

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 omgasher:

Without even realizing it, Asher had spent two straight days in his apartment studying. After checking the date on his phone multiple times to make sure that he wasn’t just seeing things, he knew that he had to get out - even if it was just to get coffee before he went back to studying. Being a pre-law major had proved to be a lot more work than he had thought it would be. There had been several times, mostly in the middle of the night when he thought he was going to fail a test he had the next day, that he had considered switching his major completely. Now happened to be another time like that, only this time it was because he felt like he was losing himself in his school work far too often. He had been staring into space as he tossed around the idea when suddenly he noticed a familiar face. Despite being a few feet away, he could have spotted Elliot anywhere. He froze and stared at him for a moment, a mix of excitement and dread quickly taking over him. Without having him around, it had been easier for him to not think about the past but once he saw him, it became all he could think of. At first he thought of the good times and wanted to go up to him and hug him but as soon as he started to move closer, he remembered how he had seen him kissing someone else. After he had ruined not just their relationship but their friendship, how was he supposed to approach him? Standing there staring wasn’t getting him anywhere though, so he finally cleared his throat and walked up to him. “Long time no see,” Asher said, immediately realizing that he probably could have come up with something else to say to him.

A sluggish walk, dark eyes, and his unkempt hair hidden underneath a beanie, all signs that Elliot Tracey was having  a rough morning. It all started with waking up late for  his early meeting with his new professor at the school. Because of his transfer to the college in Newcrest, he had arranged to speak with the engineering professor to compare notes, see what they were learning now, and to simply just introduce himself. And because he had forgot to set his alarm clock, he had ten minutes to get ready. He rushed around the obstacle course of unpacked boxes in his childhood room, trying to piece together a presentable outfit. He came down the stairs six minutes later in jeans he wore the day before, being stopped by his younger sibling to ask to him look over math homework. He grudgingly did so when the puppy eyes were pulled out. 

He got there about twenty minutes late but his professor didn’t seem to mind. Turns out she was the definition of “rise and shine” because she was way too happy for eight o’clock in the morning. After the discussion and an impromptu tour of the building, he got out in about two hours and made a bee line for the coffee shop. Remembering the way had been habit enough, and he couldn’t help looking at the buildings lining the sidewalk, and noticing how much they had changed. But he froze when he seen his next memory, when he looked up and seen him, staring back. 

He knew he was going to see Asher sometime soon, but he hadn’t expected it to be that day. He had wanted to see him so bad that he had practiced his apology speech in the mirror, but all of those words left his mind because all he could think was “I hurt him”. He remembered the break up and how messy it had been, he remembered to day after when he had ran away to an entirely different town, but he couldn’t remember the good times, because they were buried underneath all of his guilt.

The other teenager (they were ‘adults’ now), was walking towards him, Elliot played with the hems of his sleeves and started to inch forward as well. He couldn’t help but smile at his words, and forgot how natural that felt. “Three years,” he said offhandedly, cursing himself he knew right away. 

Look Who’s Back || Asher & Elliot

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The Hunter's Moon

As the eldest of a small family, Elliot Tracey has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He has set it upon himself to be a good role model for his younger sibling, protecting them and supporting them no matter what. With their father too busy with his job, only having time to slap two pieces of bread in the toaster before running off to work in the morning, he’s not there for his kids as much as he used to be. But they have given him a little credit; because he is still there, unlike their mother. The kids always have work to do, trying to keep up with all their parents hadn’t had time for. This all became harder the day he turned.

He had been walking back home late at night, a couple of grocery bags in his hand. He knew she shouldn’t have been alone, but the craving for Double Stuffed Oreos wouldn’t go away. Passing the park, he noticed something in the woods, and thinking it was a dog, he walked closer. He barely got three feet into the park before he was thrown onto the ground. The last thing he remembered was excruciating pain, and the full moon shining brightly above him.  

It’s only a year later, and Elliot is still uncomfortable with the fact that he’s not entirely human. He’s a werewolf. And trying to keep it a secret keeps getting harder and harder. He doesn’t want his family knowing, and he doesn’t want them to worry. Worrying just gets in the way of things. But going MIA for a couple days a month only makes questions that can’t be answered. Of course some people know, but only other werewolves and vampires with good noses.   

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“Ever bullshit an assignment so hard you just had to laugh at it?”

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dreamer-logan:

“If you ever touch me again, I promise this will be a lot worse.” She growled out as she stared down at the person on the floor, breathing hard. She tried hard not to break out into tears as memories flooded her mind. 

“Are you-? Are you alright?” He said. Elliot had just been passing by when he had seen the girl kick some serious ass. He was about to cheer her on, until he seen that she looked uneasy about the encounter.

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ayejuliet:

“I’m sure you’re not. But don’t worry, he won’t bother me again.”

“I take it you handled it then?”

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wthlinny:

“What have I done all day? I didn’t skip all my classes to watch The Walking Dead on Netflix if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Not going to lie, I’m a little bit jealous right now.”

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ayejuliet:

“I’m not a sucker,” she said with a grin.

“Hey, nothing wrong with being a sucker. I am.”

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wtfandrey:

“Don’t worry about it. No harm was done.”

“All nighters are actually the worse. Screw university,” he said as he yawned, now standing in the waiting line. 

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ayejuliet:

“Yeah, but it’s too late for that.”

“Is it really?... Alright,” he sighed. “But tell me you at least sucker punched him.”

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wtfandrey:

“Oh, I’m.. I’m not in line. Go ahead.” He gestured to the barista as he waited for his coffee.

“What? Oh, sorry man,” he said as he walked up to give his order, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

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ayejuliet:

“Yes?”

“What you just said, that’s disgusting. You don’t have to get used to things like that.”

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“Wait, what the hell?”

“You would think I would be used to having creepy guys try to shove their tongues down my throat, but every once in a while it takes me off guard. Some men just need a life.”

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