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i’ll take a old fashioned.  you can keep the tab open.  

/     was   contemplating   on   making   her   a   vampire   or   a   wolf — couldn’t   decide 

@immortalics     /    lmao,   yes,   I   didn’t   realise   how   similar   our   usernames   were   until   you   pointed   it   out   to   me  !    to   avoid   confusion   between   usernames,   I’ll   see   if   I   can   think   of   something   else ! 
          

@inlecebra    /     shhhh,   you   talking   about   yourself ?    ; D     <33

@hyrded    ( . . . )      [         delicate    fingers   grasped   the   collar   of   his   shirt   with   a   surprising   strength   that   didn’t   quite   match   her   appearance.   though   relatively   tall   at   6’1,   her   body   was   slender,   features   petite   and   ironically   innocent-looking.   but   her   eyes   were   sharp,   narrowed   and   yet,   still   faintly   amused   at   his   words. 
          
                    only   the   uninvited   ones.      [   he   may   have   attempted   to   blend   in,   but   not   many   things   went   unnoticed   by   the   vampire.   she   had   seem   him,   lingering   in   the   shadows,   hiding   (  or   was   it   observing ?   ),   and   then   his   scent   had   hit   her   like   a   hurricane.   not   a   mortal,   not   even   a   vampire,   but   something   else.   it   was   intriguing,   yes,   but   deeply   unsettling.   this   social   event   was   a   private   case,   and   he   shouldn’t   have   been   there.      ]
          
                    perhaps   you   should’ve   tried   harder   to   remain   invisible.     [     her   voice   was   soft,   but   the   words   carried   a   weight   that   made   them   feel   like   a   cold   breeze   against   his   neck.   she   leaned   in   just   a   fraction,   the   tips   of   her   fingers   still   pressing   firmly   against   his   throat.   her   gaze   never   left   his,   a   storm   of   curiosity   and   something   darker   swirling   in   those   deep,   predatory   eyes.     ]      what   are   you   doing   here   ? 

@hawkinssoull 
          
          I LIED ITS @bblgm_btch

@hawkinssoull I DID SHE HAS A WHOLE ANON @bblgmbtch BUT I ALSO PORTRAY HER AS A LIL BABY :3

@hawkinssoull 
          
          The young man didn't flinch, instead froze at her touch. Max sighed as she helped him inside, letting him rest on her couch only after he insisted on taking his shoes off. It's another habit of his...you can probably guess where he learned it from as well. His eyes filled with tears which he blamed on the sickness. He looked over with remorse in his eyes. "You don't deserve this, Max...I'm sorry." (Just like his final words- I mean pffft whattt-)
          "And I'm sorry you had to see this..."
          "Billy shut up, he didn't hurt me," Max replied in her usual tone, to sort of distract herself from the impending trauma. "At least you didn't leave me there right? Wouldn't put it past you though," she taunted to lighten his mood. Billy wouldn't let her out of his sight; he refused to sleep and she wasn't allowed to even use the bathroom without him guarding the door to make sure his father didn't find them. 

@prttybyswg       (  . . .  )           what do    you mean    ,     it’s not safe    ?      [        if     he told     her another one of those     demogorgon    shits were    on the loose again ,    she was going to lose her mind .     but   the blonde    hadn’t properly seen his face     yet    - -    he seemed to keep his head    dipped    ,    avoiding eye contact .     but he couldn’t hide it for long . . .       ] 
          
                 jesus—      [        she murmured    ,     a gasp threatening     to escape her .      she caught a      glimpse of his face     when he bent down to pick up his wallet ,    sucking in a breath     .      she    couldn’t help it     as her    hand    almost instinctively    reached     over    ,    before pausing    ,    careful not to touch him   when she realised    it might make things worse .     ]        billy . . .        [         there it was .    she had    finally said     his   name   ,     and honestly ,    it felt strange to .     she blinked at his words .      ]      what   ?    no .    you’re not     going    to a motel .     and you’re not     paying     me    either .   [         she protested    ,     shaking her head    as she pulled her door      open    wider    .      ]       get in .     [          her voice then    softened     ,    gaze
          flickering between the both    of them .      ]      come on .    . . .     I’m not fucking around either   . . .     it’s   safe here   .    for both of you .   

@hawkinssoull 
          
          The whole time he explained, Billy's eyes refused to look into her own. The side of his head bore a shallow cut, his right eye being blacked and a small blood vessel was popped. A dramatic explanation but it didn't look like a fun ride in the car. Billy cleared his aching throat, trying desperately to not sound so injured. Though his bottom lip quivered. "Look, I just- I need you to give Max a place to stay because- it's not safe at my house."
          
          "Billy you can tell her-"
          "I /can't/ Max, it'll make things worse for us," Billy sternly (but weakly) replied, trying to seem strong for his sister. "Look, Amelia, I'll give you whatever money I have left just- please don't let him find her- I'll get a motel room somewhere just-" he anxiously rambled, hands shaking as he dug through his wallet to pull out money, dropping it and cursing as he nervously picked it up. "Sorry- I didn't mean to-"