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Jett couldn’t help but shift his eyes to his boyfriend when he heard his phone notifications ding once again, for the fifth or sixth time that episode. Jett had to admit to himself that he was a little worried, as in his last relationship he had been left for someone else his boy had been seeing for months while they were together.  “Who is it.??” Jett finally asked, looking away from him and to the screen with a straight and tired face, leaning his head against his hand on the arm rest.

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location: your guy’s apartment connection: boyfriend, fiance | (bottoms, vers) situation: pierce’s ex girlfriend Adya has been texting him and Pierce still cares about her so he’s been in touch but doesn’t want to freak out your guy. this is his first same sex relationship

    A tv show was playing on the screen right now. Pierce wasn’t really interested in it but he liked watching it with the other male because it made him happy. Pierce got to sneak kisses and cop a feel and hey, it was quality time. Honestly, Pierce didn’t see much difference between dating a female and a guy, at least where the main behaviors were concerned. He used to watch the crap out of Grey’s Anatomy just for Adya. His phone beeped with another text message and he read it, blinking slowly, a small smile on his lips. He typed back. A second later he looked up. “What? Babe, I’m paying attention, I swear.”

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Charlotte’s eyes slowly shifted to the dark haired male from the sound of his comment he made back to her statement, one of her eyebrows raising into a cocked glare. She knew who he was, mostly because almost everyone in the school knew who he was due to him being one of the more popular ones. “The fact that you used the term obvi makes me think otherwise.” Charlotte couldn’t help but smile a bit and let out a small laugh. “And do you ever think that someone might not want to be asked out to it.?”

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open to mutuals && non , m/nb  setting; highschool

“I don’t see the point in prom anyway. It’s just a place for crybaby girls to whine and complain and for stupid jocks to group up.”

Dante was in the midst of retrieving some books from his locker, when he overheard the ‘weird girl from class’ trash talking jocks to someone. Though her locker was right next to his and they shared quite a few classes together, he actually didn’t even know her name, nor had he ever interacted with her before. Mostly because they obviously ran in different social circles, but also because she gave off this gloomy, creepy vibe that admittedly freaked him out a bit. However, he couldn’t just simply let the implication that he was dumb slide. “Hey, fyi, I’m like totally not stupid!” the jock defended with a huff, knitting his brow into a frown. “The point of prom is to have fun, obvi! Don’t be bitter ‘cause no one asked you, weirdo.”

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Jett slowly pushed himself yup to lean on his elbow when he heard his boyfriend, Levi, speak, looking over to the dark haired male. “More than you should have drank.” Jett said within a cheeky smile, rolling onto his side to get a better look at him. He felt bad for him and how he felt, but he couldn’t help but find a little humor in it, too.  “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” Jett said in a tired tone, leaning over to kiss the males neck a couple of times before he began to get himself up and off of the bed, grabbing his boxers from off of the floor to slide them onto his body.

open to: any gender suggestions: fwb, one night stand, dating, married, engaged, literally whatever.

          “ – fuck,” levi blinked slowly as he moved from the bed to standing up, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling them on. “how much did I drink last night?” he groaned as he flopped back onto his bed, covering his face with his hands. “my head is pounding and my legs feel like jelly - and in three hours, I have a dance class. yay, fun stuff.” he sighed and grabbed the blanket that the other person seemed to stealing the most of, “i’ll go down on you if you make me breakfast. or at least coffee.”

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open to mutuals && non , m/nb  setting; highschool

“I don’t see the point in prom anyway. It’s just a place for crybaby girls to whine and complain and for stupid jocks to group up.”

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open to mutuals && non, m/nb || tops , dominants. preferably a bit older.

     “Are you flirting with me.??” Jet asked with a raised eyebrow, flicking off she ashes off of his lit cigarette. His eyes glanced back to the cake shop he worked in, before looking back to the male.       “If so, I get off work in an hour.”

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What was she doing.!? Piper wasn’t sure. Last thing she knew she was at a collage party, and now she was there, with some boy in her dorm room, having probably the most intense make out sessions she had ever had. Piper let out a slight growl and kissed the other male just as hard as he picked her up and put her on her dresser in her dorm room, hands gripping tightly in his hair.

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   Piper finally threw her body to turn around and face the bale about twenty feet behind of her. It was dark outside, and she had been heading back to her college dorm when she had noticed him.     “Can I help you.!? You’ve been following me for three damn blocks.!”

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     Willow held onto the portable radio in her hands like her own life depended on it - but in reality, it might. She had been clueless on what to do anymore ever since her and her past group had been separated, and this was. . . Well, something. She could admit that she felt tears coming to her eyes when she heard the voice again, telling her that he was, in fact, real. “Oh my god!” She suddenly squeaked in a happy tone, jumping a bit out of excitement. She was talking to someone - and it wasn’t herself this time. Willow looked around in caution after the slightly loud outburst, before turning back to the radio.  “W-where are you.?? Who are you.??”

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The sun was bright, but the air was heavily chilled. Willow hugged herself tightly, hr breath seeable in front of her face as she drove down the side of the highway. The wind made her hair whip behind of her, hazel eyes scanning in front of her for any vehicles, people, or… them. She desperately needed gas, and the idea of walking, especially by herself, to the closest city made her extremely worried. Finally, in relief, she pulled her motorcycle over beside of what looked to be an army jeep, praying in her head that it had gas. As she got off her bike and went to the side of the jeep, she glanced into the open door of the passenger side, freezing for a moment when her eyes came across her. Hesitantly, Willow picked up the radio, simply saying “hello” and going through channels. When she heard a voice, she almost screamed.  “Hello.?” She asked quickly as she stayed on the channel. ““A-are you real.??”

She couldn’t remember the last time she had talked to another living person

His speakers crackled, but he could distinguish a fainting voice on the other side of the transmission. Simon swore under his breath and frowned, as he fiddled with the dial in an attempt to make the transmission clearer when the question hit him. Was he real? He knew that feeling too well from the months he spent broadcasting in every possible frequence and getting only radio silence in return. Were mingled sound and broken voices on the radio real or just a trick from his mind to keep him sane? In that way, Operation Bitemark had been a lifeline for him. The wet nose of the dog pressed the back of his hand looking for a caress “Yeah, you too, boy.” He muttered. “You too.” He scratched the back of Pup’s head before grabbing the microphone with both hands. “I am real, yes.” He replied “As real as you are.” Simon frowned realizing how vague that sentence was, given the circumstances. “I can prove it if you need me to.” He added, trying to sound reassuring.

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The sun was bright, but the air was heavily chilled. Willow hugged herself tightly, hr breath seeable in front of her face as she drove down the side of the highway. The wind made her hair whip behind of her, hazel eyes scanning in front of her for any vehicles, people, or. . . them. She desperately needed gas, and the idea of walking, especially by herself, to the closest city made her extremely worried. Finally, in relief, she pulled her motorcycle over beside of what looked to be an army jeep, praying in her head that it had gas. As she got off her bike and went to the side of the jeep, she glanced into the open door of the passenger side, freezing for a moment when her eyes came across her. Hesitantly, Willow picked up the radio, simply saying “hello” and going through channels. When she heard a voice, she almost screamed.  “Hello.?” She asked quickly as she stayed on the channel. ““A-are you real.??”

She couldn’t remember the last time she had talked to another living person

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“So what do you think, Pup? Some good old rock songs to start the day?”, he said as he entered the room with his breakfast mug in one hand. Talking to the dog had become a good surviving habit. He was skimming over his vynils when he heard some noises coming from the radio. Were that just interferences or someone was actually trying to contact him? Maybe someone from Operation Bitemark? He grabbed his headset and sent a message out to whoever was listening at the other end. “Delta XRay, come in. I copy you Delta XRay. This is Citizen Z. Who am I speaking to?”

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Kris sighed in annoyance as she heard the person enter the alley, her face turning to face them. Blood ran from her mouth from the cat she had been feeding on, not standing from her crouched position. 

“It’s best if you don’t ask.”

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Kris stood in the middle of the crowded living room of the house the Halloween party was being held in, college kids and just people who wanted to come standing around the room. The whole place reeked of alcohol, which she didn’t mind as she held a cup of vodka in her hand herself.  Her bright yellow eyes turned to a male when she heard him ask about her fangs, the ones she was letting hang out due to it being not questioned on Halloween. “Part of the costume.” Kris said in a small grin. “Took forever to get to stay.”

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.Like this for a starter from my new test muse, Kristen Woods.!

Born in New Orleans in 1911.

Was bitten in a back alley and turned at the age of 24. ( Is now 106 years of age. )

Has taught herself to feed from animals over her life, but can occasionally slip.

Bisexual, power submissive, #KINKY.

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     Halloween night -

The only time Kris could get away with not wearing contacts, not wearing her sunlight ring, and letting her fangs chill out - because lets be honest, keeping those things inside all of the time was a pain in the ass. People would just believe her eyes were a part of a costume, along with her teeth. A night to relax and not worry about people flipping out. She loved it. The dark haired female walked down the dimly lit sidewalk, bright yellow colored eyes glancing around at kids running up and down the street, some of the houses along the road trashed with toilet paper or eggs. The town usual, right.? Kris turned her head to across the street when she heard loud music coming from one of the larger houses, teenagers standing around the yard. No, she wasn’t a teenager. Being turned at the age of 21 in 1932, she was technically 106 years of age - but she could live like her eternal age, right.? Right. With a small shrug of her shoulders, she threw her hair over her shoulder and began across the road to the house, walking through the open double doors once there. It smelled like straight pot and alcohol inside, and she loved it. Kris began to walk around, bright eyes glancing at some of the people as she moved.

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“ I don’t know, Lucas. “ Charlotte said in a small & nervous laugh, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. Yes, she had considered doing this with him before - going over to the neighbors when they weren’t home. But she always got too nervous. What if they came back and they were there.?? She thought on it, rolling her eyes as a small grin came across her face at the sound of having alcohol and pot.  “ Only if we clean up the place after we’re done, okay.?? “ Charlotte said after a moment, looking up to Lucas.

        “ oh, come on. ” lucas sighs as he turns back around gets closer again. “ i know for a fact they’re not home and are not going to be home until like next week. ” he’s talking about the neighbours. the neighbours with the real big and damn nice pool. the neighbours he has a key from and sometimes allows himself to throw a private little pool party at their place when they’re not home. “ we got booze. we got pot. we can have a little fun. they won’t mind, i’m sure. ” they would and will if they find out. “ coooome on. ”

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     “I bet that’s what you tell all of the customers.” Piper said within a soft smile to the male she had gotten so used to seeing there, a gentle flush across her face. It had gotten to the point to where she barely bought makeup when she came, but talked to him instead. She had seen him around school a few times, but had never really had time there to speak with him.

     “I just came to get a couple of small things.”

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being a sale’s manager at sephora was no easy task, but payton had always been charming enough to handle his own. spotting a regular, his gaze shifted and wavered off one of his girls going in for the kill. “i got this one.” he mutters, before inching towards the other. “back again? i thought i told you to get outta’ here, you’re too pretty for makeup.” 

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     Aurora raised her hand to her head to rub it lightly. Everything was fuzzy and her head spun slightly. She kind of felt bad that someone had had to come in and save her, but she was grateful. Seeing him open the door for her, she smiled and pulled herself into the passenger side.

     “Thank you.” She said in a soft tone, leaning back in the seat tiredly. Thinking about heading home, she sighed. Her parents were probably watching TV downstairs and would probably hear her come in- one thing she didn't want..

    “Ah -” She took a second to rub the back of her head, the headache coming on now from the music from inside. “ Actually, I don’t think home is the best idea. “

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♡  Yes - Aurora had drank a little more than she should have. She was a bit stumbly and couldn’t keep some words together - but she was aware of what the group of boys from the football team were trying to do. She felt uncomfortable, her head fuzzy and her vision a bit blurred from the alcohol. When she heard a male behind her, she turned to look to the voices source, smiling a bit as help had came. 

     Aurora slid her arm around the boys waist, nodding from his words. Her eyes glanced back to the few others that were talking to her before and shrugged her shoulders. 

     “Sorry guys, I have to leave–” She said in a spacey and tired tone, faking her upset about leaving. She then turned with the other male and began towards the front of the large abandoned house where the party was being held.

     “Thank you-” She whispered as she walked with him.

“No problem,” he whispered back, leading her to his car. Maybe it was good that he had somehow ended up here. Who knows what could have happened if he hadn’t been there to help her. He didn’t even want to think about. When they got to his car, he opened the door for her. “I’ll take you home or something.” He said, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t know if she wanted to go there. He’d understand if she didn’t want to get into trouble, and he’d even let her sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch if she wanted to avoid getting into trouble.