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Tag: [❤️]
TW: Child abuse, religious trauma, grooming!
BIO: 12, 4’11, masc (he/him)
DOB: 1/9 ♑️
Likes: Camping, animals of any kind, food of any kind, worms, and collecting nick-nacks!!
Dislikes: Hospitals, spiders, broccoli, bandages, and isolation…
Fun Fact: Max uses his crutches so often that he personalized them with stickers and ribbons! (he constantly sprains, fractures, or breaks his bones!) ❤️
Tag: [🧡]
TW: SH, suicide, stalking, obsession!
BIO: 16, 5’11, masc ftm (he/him), 💙🩷💜
DOB: 9/7 ♍️
Likes: Poetry, ferrets, mashed potatoes, horror/romance novels, and ballet!
Dislikes: Public speaking, reptiles, pork, partying, and social gatherings…
Fun Fact: Sam is genuinely into the Twilight series and secretly writes Shakespearean level fanfiction! (he’s team Edward!) 🧡
Tag: [💚]
TW: Verminophobia, OCD!
BIO: 16, 5’8, fem (she/her), 🩷🤍🧡
DOB: 11/18 ♏️
Likes: Sewing/crocheting, doves, cheese cake, fashion design, and tea!
Dislikes: Filth of any kind, animals, black coffee, children 10>, and modeling…
Fun Fact: Evelyn is fluent in six different languages — English, Spanish, Mandarin, Hindi, Arabic, and French! (tutored from childhood!) 💚
Tag: [💙]
TW: Sexual and offensive content!
BIO: 17, 6’0, masc (he/him), 🩷💙💜
DOB: 3/26 ♈️
Likes: Partying, sex, drugs, spicy food, and cats!!
Dislikes: Hospitals, dogs, candy of any sort, and anything dealing with academics/hobbies…
Fun Fact: Thomas would sacrifice everyone he knows if it meant saving his kitty-cat’s life. (Her name is Fru-Fru!) 💙
Tag: [💜]
TW: SA, cannibalism!
BIO: 16, 5’6, masc (he/they), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 6/30 ♋️
Likes: Gardening, animals, meat of any kind, arts and crafts, and tending to children!
Dislikes: Sexual themes, aquatic animals, slasher films, tight clothes, and adult men…
Fun Fact: Lucian still can’t tie his shoes on his own. Never let him fool you. 💜
Tag: [🩷]
TW: ED, suggestive!
BIO: 17, 5’8, fem (she/they), 🧡🤍🩷
DOB: 4/29 ♉️
Likes: Partying, cats, bubble-gum, softball, and rollerblading! xp
Dislikes: Dogs, sour foods, red meat, poor fashion sense, and quiet places…
Fun Fact: Melanie takes zodiac signs waaay too seriously. (Hit her up if you want a relationship compatibility summary!) 🩷
Tag: [🩶]
TW: stalking, obsession!
BIO: 19, 6’1, masc (he/him), 🩵🤍💙
DOB: 7/30 ♌️
Likes: Cars, insects, skateboarding, caffeinated drinks, and anything related to Lucian!
Dislikes: Cold weather, velcro, vegetables, crowds, and public transportation…
Fun Fact: David has crazy smoke tricks!! Cool asf!! (Don’t ask him to do them.) 🩶
Tag: [🛸]
TW: suicide, suggestive!
BIO: 16, 5’8, masc (he/him), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 9/24 ♎️
Likes: Supernatural/Paranormal studies, reptiles, astrology, video games, and lava lamps!
Dislikes: School, grave-keeping work, kids, hot weather, and “spicy” food (*seasoned).
Fun Fact: Carl can twist/fold his tongue and wiggle his ears BIZARRELY well……but he never does it in fear that he’ll be classified as an alien! 🛸
Leslie Sawyer <3
Tag: [💛]
TW: Cannibalism, child abuse!
BIO: 16, 5’4, masc (he/him), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 2/6 ♒️
Likes: Reptiles, rain, gardening, astronomy, and comic books!
Dislikes: Sticky textures, tight clothes, vanilla, crowds, and being touched…
Fun Fact: Leslie had a horrible bowl-cut until he was ten years old! (His mama cut it for him so he didn’t have the heart to tell her it sucked!) 💛
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Heather Ellis <3
Tag: [🩵]
BIO: 20, 5’5, fem (she/her), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 7/24 ♌️
Likes: Queen/David Bowie, hair gel, coffee, spiders, and scrapbooking!
Dislikes: The smell of nail polish remover, big dogs, shopping, rodents, and anything school related…
Fun Fact: Heather has multiple siblings, but none are biologically related to her! (She was in fostercare her whole childhood.) 🩵
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Reese Sosa <3
Tag: [🤎]
BIO: 12-18, 5’0-5’9, masc (he/him), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 12/7 ♐️
Likes: Arcading, skating, exploring abandoned places, trying new food, and fireworks!!
Dislikes: School, public speaking, cops, rom-coms, and green peppers.
Fun Fact: He had to change lockers three times his whole school career due to breaking the door off, fighting with the kids nearby, and completely dismantling the lock.
FACE CLAIM
Lorelei Sosa <3
Tag: [🖤]
BIO: 16-23, 5’5, fem (she/they), 🧡🤍🩷
DOB: 2/6 ♓️
Likes: Traveling, cars/driving, horror novels, fashion, and David Bowie!!
Dislikes: Cooking, gym class/sports, parties, beets, and anything sour.
Fun Fact: Despite her dreary appearance, she loves creating outfits that are totally not her style, sketching them out constantly and imagining her school crushes wearing them!
[A/N]: oh riam…..finishing it off with a bang 🙂↔️ YAYYY IM FINALLY DONE WOOOOO!!!!!
(6/6) - ❤️🧡
Everything felt like a blur after the fight. The next thing Riley knew, she was sitting in the passenger’s seat of Sam’s car in silence, too afraid to speak up about anything that happened earlier. Amidst the emotional turmoil and chaos that arose from the incident itself, there was always the other side of the story that hadn’t even been touched upon yet. Not what happened, but why. Riley knew Sam didn’t want to talk about why.
It didn’t matter how calm he appeared to be, Riley could see right through it. He was able to manipulate his expressions into anything he wanted it to portray; Anger when he really felt relief. Happiness when he wanted to cry. Sadness when he didn’t care at all. It was a dangerous ability to be capable of. And that scared her more than she’d like to admit.
Keeping her hands clenched up in her lap, Riley bounced her leg and looked out the window to avoid irritating him anymore than he already was. She could see his knuckles growing pale from how tight he held the wheel and when she would peer over at him, she noticed his body would shift ever so slightly — because he knew she was watching. She wished she could muster up the courage to console him and tell him he didn’t have to hide, but her mind ran blank with things to say.
The pressure only heightened once Riley recognized the houses from the street they were on, realizing that he was taking her home rather than back to his place. The original plan was for her to stay with him that weekend, returning home after their graduation Sunday evening to celebrate with her family. All of her things were at his place and she knew that her parents would specifically be upset if she came home distressed by the way Sam was behaving. She particularly worried about her mother’s reaction, seeing her come home early and with no explanation other than Sam was too tired for her to stay with him. Her mother would relish in her suffering.
He pulled into her driveway silently. Riley swallowed hard and lifted her head up to finally look at him for longer than a few seconds, practically forcing him to reciprocate the movement. His eyes met hers and she felt her heart flutter, even while they were filled with an indescribable emptiness inside.
“I thought I was staying with you.” She spoke to him softly so he wouldn’t get any angrier than he already was.
He continued to stare without a response.
Raising her hand to touch his arm with, Riley moved in a little closer with a frown. “Sam. It’s okay—!”
“Get out.”
He never spoke to her like that before. An uncalculated betrayal that hurt worse than if he would’ve just punched her in the face. Riley gaped aimlessly at him, unsure of what to make of it, before reeling her hand away.
She tried to reason with him again. “Sam, please. My mom—”
“Get out,” he repeated, this time slightly raising his voice while averting his eyes to the windshield wiper.
As stubborn as always, Riley persisted. “Why? Why do you want me to get out? Are you mad at me? If you’re mad at me, you should just tell me you’re mad at me so I can fix it. Sam, please! Just tell me if you’re mad at me!”
Understanding her unwillingness to obey, Sam pulled back out of the driveway sharply and drove down the street with his foot steady on the gas. Riley held onto her seatbelt and watched in horror as he sped dangerously over the limit, clearly unbothered by the danger it posed for either of them. As the speed continued to increase, Riley’s heart rate accelerated all the same, causing her to look between the windshield and Sam himself before making a decision on what to do.
“Sam!” She yelled at him now, squeezing her seatbelt so hard her hands began to hurt. “Stop it! Stop!”
Sam didn’t listen, whipping the car so quickly that Riley practically toppled out of her seat and onto him. She grabbed a hold of his arm and he continued to push, his eyes unmoving from the scene in front of them. And at any second, she knew she could very easily die alongside him. Whether they hit a tree or another vehicle, it didn’t matter. In an instant, they could die.
Reaching past him, Riley forced a seatbelt across his chest and locked it. He smelled like the punch, still sticky from all the sugar. He still appeared to be calm and collected even while breaking dozens of street safety laws, not daring to even spare a glance back up at Riley. At that point, she felt her throat starting to get tight.
“Stop it!” Her voice was shaky now, terrified of how this was going to end. “P-Please, please just talk to me, tell me what I should do—!”
“I told you to get out.” Sam’s voice didn’t waver not even a little bit, his eyes still locked on the road in front of him. “You didn’t listen.”
“Sam…”
The car fell silent again with only the sound of their wheels against the pavement filling in for the emptiness. Riley was shaky now, seeing Jordan sitting beside her rather than her loving Sam. Her body still expected to feel the warmth of one of his punches, burning up on her pale skin to a dark bruise for everyone to gape at later. She expected him to start screaming at her, calling her a slut and a whore for sleeping around with nonexistent men who only existed in his fantasies. Just like your mother. He would scream in her face. Just like your fucking mother.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she bit down on her tongue to try and satisfy her body’s desire to be punished for her selfishness. She wanted to cry but she wasn’t even the one who got hurt. Sam should be crying more than her. And so she hated how disgustingly arrogant her own body was behaving, like she was the victim in a scenario that barely involved her. She was being an attention-seeking bitch.
By the time Sam pulled into his own driveway, Riley’s face was red from the tears she was holding back. She couldn’t stand the idea of Sam being mad at her. She would quite honestly rather slit her own throat than to let him be angry with her because it would hurt less. She was terrified of the thought of losing him.
Sam got out of the car. Wanting to be close to him, Riley opened her door to follow his lead. Before she could step out, however, Sam grabbed the top of her door and slammed it shut with full force, shaking the whole car and nearly hitting her. She sat up straight in her seat and stared out of the windshield, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes before he slowly opened the door back up for her. She’d forgotten that he always wanted to open it for her. He never wanted her to have to do anything for herself while he was around.
He grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her out of the car, ignoring her tears while he shut the locked vehicle up behind her and led her to the front door. She wiped her tears with her arm, sniffling as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t set him off. When he let go of her wrist and walked inside without her, Riley felt lost all over again.
“Sam…” Her voice shook so much she could barely recognize it herself, nearly choking on the hard lump built up in the back of her throat. “Please don’t be mad at me. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I’m sorry.”
Sam kneeled down before her to help unstrap her pretty heels. She watched him while hiccuping, wiping her tears again and feeling her entire body beginning to overheat. That happened a lot, usually whenever she was too overwhelmed to even think and function properly. And that’s exactly what happened.
“Just tell me you’re not mad at me!” Riley screamed now, bunching her hands up into fists and getting prepared to actually fight with him. “I can’t stand it! I can’t fucking stand it!”
Once Sam finally unstrapped both of her shoes, she fell to her knees immediately, trapping him there by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and squeezing him as tight as she could possibly manage. He tried to stand up straight, but she forced him to stay down. His clothes were still wet.
“Sam, please…” She was begging, switching her demeanor in less than a second. “Please, please, please, talk to me, I-I’ll do anything, just talk to me…”
After letting her hold him down for a few more seconds, he stood up without breaking a sweat against her resistance. She continued to hold onto him even while he tried to walk away, eventually grabbing her by the waist and beginning to slowly push.
“Get off of me,” he warned. His hands were still gentle.
“Sam—!”
“Riley, get off of me.”
“Please—!”
Shoving her with full force, Sam slammed her up against the front door with a loud bang. She smacked the back of her head against it, stumbling downward for a brief moment while trying to recollect her lost breath. It hurt. It hurt really bad. But Sam wasn’t the one that hurt her. She hurt herself. It was fine. He didn’t do anything wrong.
Sam stormed off upstairs and Riley followed him without a second to lose, hurrying up the steps and trying to beat him to his bedroom door. Unfortunately, he got there first, slamming and locking it behind himself before she even got the chance to try either of those things. She jiggled the door handle until her wrists hurt, causing her to cry hysterically and fall to her knees. She covered her face with her hands and lowered her forehead to her lap, sobbing uncontrollably loud in hopes of gaining a reaction out of him.
“Sam, please! Please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t be mad at me! Please don’t be mad at me!”
When that didn’t work, her anger switched back on again. She punched the door with closed fists, clenching up her jaw and forgetting all about the tears to focus.
“Open the door, Sam! Open the fucking door!”
That didn’t work either.
Riley stood up and reached behind herself to untie the ribbon on the back of her dress, storming down the stairs to figure out another way to get his attention. Once she loosened her dress up enough, she dug through her bag on the living room floor and pulled out her pajamas, going into the bathroom to get changed. She slammed the door shut behind herself to make sure he heard it. But it wasn’t loud enough, so she made sure to slam it an extra three times to make sure he couldn’t have missed it. Hiccuping on her tears, she pulled the dress off and threw it on the tub ledge, pulling on her nightgown that he gifted her a few months ago. It was silky and pretty and it made her feel good whenever he looked at her.
“I like that color on you.”
Wiping her tears, Riley stared into the mirror blankly. Her face was red and puffy, her mascara and eyeliner streaming down her face in big gloops of black. She smeared it some more with a scoff, smiling a little and looking down into the sink. Thomas had told her he liked the color. Not Sam.
It was too confusing. Everything was so complicated, and sensitive, and awful. Whenever she laid next to Sam at night, she’d feel the safest she’d ever been. She felt good about life, like she wanted to live forever if it meant it was alongside him. But there was another side to it all, even if she tried desperately to ignore it. And that side was with Thomas.
Sam made her feel pretty like a doll on the highest shelf of a craftsman’s store. Nobody could ever touch her or look at her up close but him. She was his and that was the end of the story, unable to be purchased by anyone else. She was too precious for that, too perfect, for anyone else to have. Sam made her feel important. He made her feel like if anything were to happen to her, his entire world would end. Being that special to someone made her feel loved beyond what any words could explain, but sometimes it felt almost too suffocating to handle.
Thomas wasn’t like that. It hurt her to even compare the two because she loved Sam so dearly, but she couldn’t help but do it internally anyway. Thomas made her feel human. He didn’t want to worship her or praise the ground she walked on in the way that Sam did. Instead, he wanted to befriend her. He would talk to her about things she liked, things she didn’t like, annoy her on purpose, compliment her for things he thought she’d like to hear, and treat her like an equal rather than a goddess. Riley knew it was wrong to indulge in, but she did from time to time, feeling good whenever she was around him without even noticing the effect.
But she didn’t like Thomas in the way she liked Sam. She couldn’t. If she did, she’d only prove to herself that she had become the very thing she feared. Just like your mother. God, she couldn’t stand the thought.
Thomas did this to prove himself to her, like a big sign that screamed ‘I still want you’ even after their big fight. He wasn’t giving up even with Sam being madly in love with her and her very openly reciprocating the feeling. It made her think, what did he see that she couldn’t? What made him believe that he had a chance with her even after she made it clear that he didn’t? Was it arrogance? Stupidity? Maybe just determination. The only thing she feared, however, was that he really knew the truth.
Riley had feelings for him. She really did.
Dropping her head into her hands, Riley continued to cry without pause. She couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was so convoluted to the point where she felt like nothing but a jumble of astray emotions thrown all up into one. Sam was in love with Thomas at one point and Thomas was in love with him, admitting that his feelings never truly went away. Riley hated it whenever he would even joke about things like that. But was that because she was jealous of the thought of Sam being with anyone other than her or because she didn’t want Thomas to look at anyone the same way she knew he looked at her?
Fuck. If she could just skip to the ending credits where they explained how the storyline resolved itself, she would. But in the end, she let her makeup run down her face, heading back up the stairs after rummaging through some drawers to find a screwdriver.
Riley stood with her ear up against the door for a moment, listening intently for any sign of movement on the other side. If she were to guess, Sam was probably sitting in bed, crying quietly or staring at the wall to recollect his thoughts. She’d find out which one it was soon enough.
Kneeling down, she used the screwdriver to pull out the hinges that kept it locked, reminding herself of all the times she had done this to the medicine cabinet in her own house. Her father locked it up after one of her attempts, so she quickly adapted to using a variety of different tools to pry it back open.
Screw after screw fell to the ground. No reaction from Sam. That was fine. Riley grinned to herself a little imagining his face once she got inside, stunned like a little fawn out in the middle of the road staring into headlights. He might yell at her, but Riley assumed he’d just stay quiet, unable to muster up the words that explained his surprise despite being so articulate. She loved seeing that face on him. She loved making him break his calm, sensible demeanor he always tried to convince her he had naturally.
Giggling to herself, Riley wiped her face again. Another screw fell. Finally, the handle came off completely, allowing her to push open the door without a moment’s worth of hesitation. She wore a big smile on her face, proud of what she had done, as she gazed into his bedroom.
He wasn’t at his desk. He wasn’t in his bed. He wasn’t by his bookshelves. Her smile dimmed into a weak grin.
“Sammy?” Her voice was nearly a whisper now as she pushed forward on her knees and planted her hands on the ground, looking side to side to scan the room completely. “Sam?”
Nothing.
Dropping her grin completely, Riley stood up and hurried inside, her head turning sharply in all directions.
“Sam? Baby? Sam, where are you?”
She looked under his desk, under his bed, and beneath all of his covers. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“Sam?!” Her voice heightened into a yell now, her eyes widening and her chest starting to heave. “Where are you?!”
Her eyes finally landed on the closet. Time seemed to stop even while her body moved, her hands instinctively reaching for the handles to pull it open. Her heart raced deep within her chest and her body was suddenly overcome in a cold sweat, similar to one she’d have while waking up from a nightmare. She prayed this was all a nightmare. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Sam?”
Her mind didn’t process what she was looking at before her eyes did. Sitting in the furthest corner of the closet, Sam sat with his knees pressed tightly against his chest and his arm sprawled out over his knee. Blood was pouring down it like a waterfall. Not from a horizontal cut, but a vertical one. He cut himself straight down his arm, from his wrist to where his elbow bent. The knife was on the floor next to him, bloodied and thrown away like an afterthought. And Sam’s expression remained the same — calm, collected, reasonable.
Riley’s hands clasped over her mouth before a gasp could even escape it. Tears instantaneously overflowed from her eyes, streaming off her chin in one steady motion like a scene from a movie. She couldn’t think or breathe. All she could do was move.
Turning around to grab his phone off his desk she’d seen it on, she hurried to dial the three digits she knew could save him. She threw it up to her ear before the first ring even started before being knocked to the floor in one heavy impact. Sam.
She didn’t spare the time to even reason with him, reaching her arm out as far as it could reach to grab the phone. He pushed it further away, forcing her to watch as it flew underneath his dresser against the farthest wall in the room. Riley took a second to recalibrate her thoughts while Sam pinned her to the ground, letting his blood leak all over her.
“Stop moving.” His voice was steady and calm like it always was.
Letting out a few cries of pure anguish, Riley struggled against him in an instant. If his arm wasn’t so injured, he could've held her down with ease, but he was instead forced to let her move. She nearly crawled out of his grip, only for him to grab her by the back of her neck and hold her down again, smashing her face against the floor.
“Stop! Stop it!” Riley sobbed, attempting to scratch her way out now. “I-It’s too deep! You cut too d-deep! Sam, you cut—!”
Clasping his hand over her mouth, Sam muffled her cries. It didn’t do much, considering she was sobbing as loud as she physically could, but he kept it there anyway, his blood smearing all over her face.
“You’re a good girl, Riley.” She understood why he sounded so calm now. “I love you very much. It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Stop it!” Riley screamed from underneath his palm, reaching for his wrist to try to pull him off before feeling her hand clasp around endless amounts of blood. That only made her sob harder, forcing her other hand up to try to stop the bleeding by holding the wound for him.
He let her go and laid on the ground beside her, his movements much slower than they should’ve been if he were still fully conscious. He wasn’t. He was starting to get dizzy from losing so much blood. She sat up to tend to him, checking his other wrist to see if he’d gone the full way. Luckily, it seemed he caught him right before he was able to do it, only bleeding from a tiny cut right below his palm.
“S-Sam—” She didn’t know what to say, holding his wound and pressing her forehead against his bloody knuckles. “Sam…Sam, please…”
Sam didn’t respond. Maybe he didn’t know how to.
Pressing her face against his arm, she let his blood coat everything, mixing in with her tears and eyeliner already running down her cheeks. “I-I can’t live without you…I can’t…I-I can’t…!”
“Then finish it off.”
Riley’s eyes widened. “Wh-What?”
“Slit my other wrist then slit yours,” he hummed, smiling so innocently that she could’ve thrown up. “So w-we’ll be together. So we’ll d-d…die together.”
Hyperventilating, Riley glanced at the closet. She could see the knife on the floor from here, bloodied up from Sam’s first shot at it. Her mind reeled with the endless possibilities of what she could do, shaking beyond belief while holding him close.
“I-I can’t. I can’t,” she defied him, shaking her head and slinging it forward. “I can’t do it…! I can’t!”
“Riley.”
“I can’t kill you!” Riley sobbed, grabbing his face to press her head against his. “I-I love you…I love you, I can’t do it, I love you…!”
“You’d do it if you loved me.” His voice was cold.
Squeezing him even tighter, Riley shook her head. “Why are you d-doing this? You were two years cl-clean…you…”
Riley backed away to look at his face better. Weakly, Sam smiled with a defeated glint in his eyes.
“…Thomas,” she whispered. “You did it because…of Thomas. Because…”
Strained, Sam responded. “Do you know wh-what happens when someone h…hurts him? Makes him look bad?”
Riley shook his head. Sam let out a pained wince and closed his eyes briefly.
“…This is better,” Sam assured her.
Caressing his face, Riley hiccuped again. “Please…please, Sam…please…”
The sirens were the only thing filling the silence. Her phone call had gone through. Sam didn’t look upset by this, gazing up at her with a smile she could only describe as dejected.
“Stay with me,” he told her, his voice finally breathless. “Don’t leave. Promise me.”
Riley nodded. “I-I promise…”
/—/—/—/—/—/—\—\—\—\—\—\—\
Thomas could barely see straight when he arrived. He pushed through all the crowds of people, all the muffled voices telling him not to go, to see them. His ears rung a little in the elevator, as he pushed himself up against the nearest corner and panted heavily all while trying not to puke. His eyes were swollen and his vision was blurred from all the alcohol he had consumed that night, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he got to see them. That he could look at them and know that everything was going to be okay.
“Mr. Hall, please…” This voice he could hear decently well as he threw up in a nearby trash can by her desk. “You really should be getting rest. It’s three in the morning—”
“Sam Vega,” he said, his words slurring beyond belief. “Where’s his room?”
She let out a defeated sigh. “Come with me.”
They walked down the hall side by side, her hand gripped firmly around his forearm to keep him from tripping over his own feet. The white lights and pale wallpaper made him feel even sicker, like he was in some sort of mental time loop he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to come here for somebody else. Only ever for himself.
Room 612. The sixth floor of the hospital with the nicest view of the city outside. Thomas recognized it all too well. He assumed since he put Sam under his watchlist that they graced him with the best room a patient could receive, supervised with cameras just about everywhere. Thomas gave the nurse a sloppy thank you and wave before wiping his mouth off and fixing his tie, preparing himself to see the both of them. He tried his very best to look as sober as he could manage.
Pushing the door open without a proper introduction, Thomas stepped inside like he owned the place. His eyes locked onto the bed first, where Sam was sleeping soundly. He had a bunch of tubes hooked up to him, pumping fluids in him and restoring his body to its regular routine from all the blood loss he suffered only an hour prior. He looked fine. His eye was a little bruised from whenever Thomas had punched him earlier that night, but it was nothing in comparison to how Thomas looked right now. Recollecting that moment, Thomas slowly redirected his attention onto the chair next to the bed, where Riley held Sam’s hand and rested her head against the mattress. She was wearing an oversized jacket one of the nurses or doctors must have given her to cover the thin nightgown she wore underneath. She looked tired but unsurprisingly, she wasn’t asleep.
“Thomas…” she said, her voice crackling from the strain it endured. “What are you doing here? You’re…”
Thomas smiled weakly at her, shoving his hands into his pockets and resting his head against the wall behind him. “I’m fine. I just…I heard what happened. So I came.”
Riley just kind of stared at him. Thomas shied away his face so she didn’t look too close, clearing his throat.
“So he…he attempted again?”
“Yes.” She didn’t have much else to say.
Shifting his weight awkwardly between his feet, he nodded. “Yeah. I, um…I kind of figured. I…shit. I’m sorry, Riley. I didn’t know…I didn’t know he’d do something like this. I…fuck.”
“Thomas, you’re really drunk.” Riley’s voice was somewhat stern but underneath it all, he could hear her softness peeking through.
Scoffing, he looked at the ground sheepishly. “I came from the party.”
Riley caressed Sam’s hand with her thumb. “Oh.”
Nothing.
Running a hand down his face, Thomas groaned a little. “Can I, um…can I sit with you?”
Riley rested her head against the mattress again. Her silent response.
[A/N]: yeah so this is taking longer than expected….ITS OK THO WE’RE ALMOST THERE 🥹✌️ lukai propaganda 🤤🤤 yes….
(5/6) - 🖤🤍
The bright lights. The loud sounds. The mixture of scents. The unfamiliar layout. The tight clothes. Everything about this place made Kai want to go hide somewhere nobody would find him. He tried his best to stay calm, to align his demeanor with Lucian’s, but after being overstimulated for so long, it was really getting hard to. He didn’t smile or speak whenever Lucian did, latched onto his arm and scanning the area for any potential threat. He’d been doing that for at least two hours now, if not more, even though his loving boyfriend made sure to reassure him that everything was alright. And it was true. Everything was alright, but Kai couldn’t help himself from being a nervous wreck anyway.
“What’s up, Lu?”
It was the fifth random person to approach them that night, one that Kai yet again didn’t recognize. To be fair, he didn’t really know anybody other than Lucian and his friends in the first place, so it was a given that he wouldn’t know the type of person coming up to his boyfriend. However, this one seemed different. While the rest of the individuals were very sweet girls, these two were very punk-ish guys. One wore liberty spikes with a dog collar and the other wore long braids with gothic-esque makeup.
“Hi, Charlie! Freddy!” Lucian bubbled, his voice as welcoming as it always was. He set his soda down to shake their hands, though it seemed like they wanted to dap him up instead. Kai didn’t get the difference. Either way, Lucian laughed off his ignorance of the gesture and tried to do it the way they wanted him to, failing miserably.
Charlie smiled at him and sat down at the table beside them, Freddy following close in suite. Only Freddy had a much bigger mouth than Charlie did.
“Who’s that?” Freddy asked in a friendly enough tone. Charlie nudged him with an irritated look regardless.
“That’s Kai,” Lucian hummed, giving Kai a big hug to lay their relationship down in stone before he even said it. “Kai, that’s Freddy and that’s Charlie! Charlie is Melanie’s little brother, remember?”
Kai analyzed him from top to bottom, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion from the description. “Little?”
“He is pretty tall, right?”
Charlie smiled sheepishly, turning the other way to hide his embarrassment. “Yeah.”
“Wait, so you’re Kai? Like, the guy David hates?” Freddy repeated. He laughed a little and grabbed his shot glass he brought along with him. “Why have I never seen him before?”
“He didn’t go to our school,” Charlie briefly explained, clearly trying to avoid any kind of hard feelings Kai might have about the matter.
“Oh, so he’s a drop out?” Freddy seemed excited by this idea, moving in closer to get a better look at him. Kai stared back without a word. “Ayyye, no shame in it! School’s a fucking scam, man. Makes you waste your life for years then throws you in some bullshit system.”
Lucian giggled nervously, holding Kai’s hand underneath the table. “Well, I’m sure you’re glad it’s about to be over then?”
“Hell no,” Freddy hissed. “I’m gonna miss fuckin’ around all day instead of actually having to do shit.”
Charlie sighed. “Yeah. I’m sure you will.”
“Oh, oh, by the way,” Freddy pressed on without letting the conversation settle for even a moment. “Are you and David completely done? Like, not even friends?”
“No.” Lucian’s voice was shakier than usual. “We’re friends…”
Freddy nudged Charlie with a shit-eating grin, clearly referencing an inside joke neither of them knew about. Charlie rolled his eyes and folded his arms up against his chest.
“Is something wrong?” Lucian seemed worried now, rubbing off on Kai in all the wrong ways.
Charlie swatted the topic away before it got too out of hand. “No, no, Freddy’s just talking out his ass again.”
“I think it was an upgrade,” Freddy chirped. Again, with nobody asking for his opinion in the first place. “But like, I don’t know how gay shit works. Like, David is a pretty big guy and now you’re with a, uh, small guy. Guy? Right?”
Lucian knitted his eyebrows a little. “Guy.”
“So you don’t really have a type, huh? ‘Cause David’s all buff and shit and Kai’s small. Nah, nah, no hater shit or anything, I’m a fuckin’ toothpick too, I’m just saying—”
“Freddy,” Charlie warned.
“No, no, I’m not saying it as a bad thing!” he clarified, raising his hands in the air like he was at gunpoint. “Like, I’m cool with the gay people and shit! But like, uh…so how does it work?”
Lucian laughed his stupid questions off without pause. Kai, on the other hand, felt anger welling up in his stomach. Not necessarily because of the questions, but because of Lucian’s discomfort from them.
“What do you mean by ‘work?’”
“Uhm…”
“Freddy,” Charlie warned one last time, clearly ready to pounce on the mistake he might make.
Clearing his throat a little, Freddy rubbed the rim of his shot glass. “Like, who’s the man in the relationship then?”
“We’re both men,” Lucian answered swiftly.
“Yeah, but there’s like a woman role and a man role, right? Kind of? Am I totally wrong? Shiiit, I dunno, man. Like one guy holds the door for the other? And gets the flowers? And shit?”
With an irritated groan, Charlie smacked a hand over his forehead. “Dude, just be quiet. You’re embarrassing.”
“No, but I’m being serious!”
“Why do you care so much? Are you getting in a relationship with another man?”
“No!”
“So stop harassing them about it! Who cares?!”
“I was curious, Charlie! Damn!”
Lucian laughed again, raising his hand to his mouth this time to hide the blush rising to his face out of embarrassment from the attention. Charlie flattened one of Freddy’s spikes as a gesture to stop talking, causing him to punch him back and fix it with a groan.
“Anyway, Kai. You look like a vampire for real. It’s kind of creepy.”
Kai didn’t say anything. Not because he didn’t understand, but because Freddy’s presence was simply annoying him now. Clutching at Lucian’s arm even tighter, he moved in closer so their thighs would touch as he leaned his head up against his shoulder. Freddy laughed awkwardly, unsure of what to make of his blank slate face. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed to appreciate his ability to get Freddy to shut up.
“Do you really think so?” Lucian filled in the silence, leaning his head against Kai’s to showcase his affections for him. “I think Kai’s adorable. He doesn’t have a creepy bone in his body!”
Freddy exchanged glances with Charlie. Charlie rolled his eyes as his evident indirect message.
“Sorry if we’re bothering you. We’re just waiting for Thomas to get out here,” Charlie finally explained why they were sitting with them, resting his head in his hand and looking across the room for any sign of him. “Usually we sit here and play cards or something.”
“Oh! Are we in the way?” Lucian grabbed his bag instinctively to move in case they were.
Freddy patted his shoulder. “Nahhh, you’re good. I don’t hang out with a lot of gay people, so—!”
Shoving his shot glass against Freddy’s lips, Charlie shut him up instantaneously. “I’m sorry, guys. He had too many shots.”
“It’s okay!” Lucian reassured him, smiling brightly again despite Freddy dimming the mood earlier. Kai was too focused on the other person approaching the table to notice. “He’s not being mean or anything.”
“Hey.”
All four of their heads perked up at the same time to the sound of the new voice joining the conversation, revealing Misha standing near one of the empty seats. He still rocked his sunglasses and unkempt hair, sitting down while balancing three red party cups of alcohol in his hands. Once he set them all down, he smiled weakly.
“Ко́тик told me to come over here so we could talk.”
“Who?”
“The beaten boy,” Misha reiterated. He chuckled about it to himself a little. “Thomas.”
Charlie made a sour face and Freddy laughed at the name, nudging him with his arm and knocking over his empty shot glass. Instinctively, Lucian shifted closer to Kai.
“You’re Misha, right?” he asked politely, raising his hand to shake. “I’m Lucian and this is my boyfriend, Kai. It’s nice to meet you!”
They couldn’t see it behind the sunglasses, but it was pretty obvious he was taking in both of their appearances. Kai noticed a lot of people do that here, especially guys more than girls. He didn’t really know how else to take it other than them sizing Lucian up. And he hated it.
Taking his hand, he gave an awkward grin and shook it. “Misha.”
Now the table was surrounded by people Kai didn’t know or like. Great.
Tugging at Lucian’s sleeve a little, Kai gave him a pleading expression. Lucian smiled at him sweetly to try and silently reassure him everything was fine, rubbing his thumb against his knuckles beneath the table.
“Ко́тик is a bit drunk. Just a fair warning,” Misha said, chugging down a cup of booze himself right afterwards.
Freddy straightened out one of his liberty spikes again and leaned closer to him. “Dude, are you that Russian guy Thomas was talking about earlier?”
“Maybe? How am I supposed to know?”
“Duuude! Okay, so say something in Russian real quick.”
“Хуесос, хуесос, хуесос — тебе от этого радостно?”
“Hahaha! What did you say?”
“I like your hair.”
Finally having enough, Kai stood up with Lucian’s arm still clutched in his hand, pulling him along like a trolly. Lucian giggled nervously again, grabbing his bag and following his lead to wherever he planned on going. Probably far away from not only them, but all the people.
“Nice meeting you, красивое личико.”
Lucian tilted his head in confusion. Before he could ask his question properly, Kai whisked him away, only giving him time to wave goodbye and smile.
Kai didn’t know the exact layout of the house, seeing as he had only seen the place a couple of times during past Halloween parties. However, he knew the place well enough to know where the best hiding spots were, taking Lucian somewhere he was confident nobody else would be — upstairs. Not on the second floor, but the third. It was pretty much common knowledge that the third floor was off limits to everyone. Luckily, Kai didn’t share that common understanding.
Still holding his hand tight, Lucian briefly glanced behind his shoulder to make sure nobody was paying attention. He swallowed hard and moved in closer to Kai, catching up to his quick and steady footsteps.
“Kitty,” he began, his voice just as sweet as it was moments earlier. “I’m sorry if I made you upset or anything. Did those guys hurt your feelings?”
Kai stopped. Nearly running into him, Lucian let out a short gasp before stopping himself in the nick of time. Releasing his hand, Kai moved closer to one of the many windows on the floor, showcasing the moon’s elegant hue shining through the stained glass. The third floor was quieter. Calmer, though its natural eeriness made it almost impossible to completely relax.
“Kai?” Lucian sounded worried now, linking his arms around Kai’s and moving in closer. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Finally, Kai turned to him with an uncanny grin. Anybody else would find it hard to interpret as anything less than weird. But telling from the look on Lucian’s face, he thought it was cute all the same. His eyes landed on his lips, then to his eyes, smiling weakly back as he struggled to be able to read Kai’s unnerving demeanor.
“I hate people,” Kai finally said. He moved his arm away from Lucian’s to raise his hands to the top of the window, unlocking it on either side.
Lucian frowned. “I know…I didn’t realize it would be so hectic. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“When I came here last time, this is where I went.” Kai opened the window entirely now, planting his combat boot on the sill without a moment’s worth of hesitation. The height nor the distance between him and the ground frightened him. He was used to the feeling by now. However, that didn’t mean Lucian was accustomed to it, immediately reaching his hands out to grab him in case he were to fall. He didn’t. Instead, he grabbed Lucian’s wrist instead. “Come with me.”
“Kai, i-it’s kind of scary out there—!”
“You won’t fall.” Kai’s smile drifted off into one of his infamous blank stares he gave whenever he was serious, conveying he was not even slightly concerned about Lucian’s safety. He had him. That’s all that mattered.
Taking his word for it, Lucian stepped outside too, dropping his bag on the floor before he climbed out. Kai stood up straight as Lucian hunched himself close to him, gripping onto his chest while being unable to unlock his knees from being at a nearby crouch. He let out a whine of nervousness before giggling a little, letting his scrunched up face ease into a smile. The wind blew through his soft hair. Pretty.
“So high up!” Lucian whined, finally opening his eyes wide enough to look into Kai’s. “How are you not scared?”
Kai helped him straighten out his posture, finally getting him to level himself evenly with him. He didn’t let go for even a second, clearly afraid of what would happen if he did. Kai didn’t mind it. He liked the feeling of Lucian being dependent on him.
“No more people,” Kai purred. He tilted his head upward to look at the starry sky, smiling sweetly now. “I like it better now.”
Lucian looked back toward the open window, then to him again, laughing nervously. “Good…! Eek! My legs feel so wobbly up here!”
“It’s okay,” Kai hummed, planting his hand up against Lucian’s cheek. He caressed his cheekbone with the tip of his thumb like Lucian always did for him. “You’re doing good.”
The same phrases Lucian used to comfort him. Blushing, Lucian followed as Kai led him closer to the edge of the roof, sitting down with his legs dangling over. Lucian wasn’t as brave, keeping his feet planted on the rooftop and bunching his legs up against his chest while sitting beside him.
“They look so tiny from up here.” Lucian pointed down at the guys at the fire pit and the two figures nearby the woodline. “It’s like we’re up in the clouds or something!”
Kai blinked slowly. “Lulu.”
“Yeah?”
He hesitated for a moment, leaning in closer. “Do I look small?”
Puzzled by this, Lucian shook his head. “No, sweetheart. You’re just as big as me!”
With a sigh, Kai looked back toward the ground, kicking his feet in the air. “Those guys said I looked small. They thought I was weird.”
Lucian pouted hearing him say such sad things, shaking his head even harder this time. “It’s not that they think you’re weird, Kai. They just know that you’re different. Being different is a good thing. It’s what makes you, you!”
Perplexed by the idea, Kai stared at him for longer than anticipated before having any idea on what to say. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
Another breeze drifted through his hair. Only this time, it highlighted the look of utter shock written across his face.
“What?” Now it was Lucian’s turn being the one without a response.
Tucking his hands into his lap, Kai watched his feet kick back and forth in the air. “Because I’m small.”
The topics shifted so quickly in the span of a couple seconds that it visibly took Lucian a few extra moments to catch up. Once he finally comprehended what he was being told, he smiled fondly at him, shifting in closer.
“Baby…”
“I feel sad,” Kai admitted. He bunched his hands into fists in his lap. “I want to be big so everyone leaves you alone. I want…I want to be the man.”
Lucian didn’t say anything for a while. Seeing as Kai didn’t have a very good concept of time between his words, he didn’t mind the silence. Instead, he focused his attention onto the two girls walking into the woodline, suddenly recognizing them from their dresses.
“Jenna and Melanie.” He pointed at them.
Ignoring it, Lucian grabbed Kai’s face and kissed him. Kai didn’t close his eyes, too surprised by the sudden gesture to know how to reciprocate. When he pulled away, Kai kept staring like he had seen a ghost.
“Don’t listen to them,” Lucian said this so sternly that Kai’s heart skipped a beat. “Who cares if you’re small? I’m small too. I tried a bunch of times to have muscles and be strong, but that’s just not what’s meant for me, y’know? And you are strong! You’re the strongest guy I know! I’m serious, Kai!”
Kai blinked slowly. “Really?”
“Yeah! You’re so strong! You’ve gone through so much and—!” Lucian stopped himself mid-sentence, swallowing down hard and finally releasing him to look at the scenery down below again. “You’re so brave. Don’t let anybody try to tell you you’re not.”
Silence. This time, Kai sensed the tension.
Kai broke through his personal space to get up close to his face, watching as his eyelashes fluttered a little from the sudden movement. “Are you sad?”
Lucian smiled. “I’m not!”
Kai didn’t back off. Blushing harder, Lucian didn’t break their eye contact.
“Lulu.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” Kai purred.
Finally making a move to break the deadlock, Kai hugged him. Lucian held him back with less pressure, resting his head on his shoulder.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for coming with me. Even though you hate people.”
[A/N]: yes this one’s freaky too. oopsie. :p AFTER THIS THO. PREPARE.
4/6 - 🎀🍭
“Melanie.”
Her voice was the only thing keeping her stable. Steadying her eyes from the ground to her face, she smiled softly to show she was listening, clasping her hand even harder. It was warm outside with crickets and other little bugs chirping away through the trees. And while, a few minutes earlier, they had passed a couple guys at a fire pit near the back porch, it suddenly felt like they were the only two left in the world under the starry sky. Her, Jenna, and the moon.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
It was a weird question. At least, Melanie thought the way she worded it was. They were only going for a midnight stroll outside to get away from the party for a while, letting Mia help Carl out with being sick and abandoning all the guys who were trying to hit on them. Jenna had suggested it. Melanie felt like she could read her mind in that moment, like they’d been on the same wavelength the whole time. But now, she was starting to get a serious look to her face and Melanie couldn’t understand why.
“Do what?” Melanie bubbled, tucking her hair behind her ear so it wouldn’t blow in her face anymore. “Come back here with you?”
“Yeah,” Jenna said softly, turning back to look at the path ahead of them. She squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Remember that Halloween party?”
Melanie laughed. “That prank was fucked up, Jen! You really scared me! But yeah, I still trust you after that. Why, are you gonna try and scare me again—?”
“No.” Jenna interrupted her, jerking her head instantaneously to the side to look at her directly. She smiled again once they made eye contact. “No, I’m not that mean.”
Grabbing the same hand she was already holding, Melanie moved in even closer and giggled. “Sooo, what do you wanna show me?”
“We’re almost there,” she assured her. “Just a little further.”
And so, they kept going. Melanie couldn’t hear the music from the house anymore or the guys laughing outside, enveloped in the sound of nature and nothing else. There was a certain level of stress that came with walking through the dark woods at night, even with her girlfriend by her side, so she wasn’t completely at ease. That was okay. From what she could tell, Jenna wasn’t completely relaxed either. She seemed tense about something, like she wanted to tell her a secret that nobody else could know. Melanie blamed it on her worries about a bear or a crazy guy hiding back here, sniffling every so often and trying to keep her head straight. Her vision was slightly impaired. Not as bad as it could’ve been.
Jenna let go of her and stopped. Melanie smiled ear to ear watching her step to the side, going to stand directly behind her.
“Okay, ready?”
“Ready,” Melanie purred.
Jenna covered her eyes with her hands and Melanie laughed again, grabbing her wrists to better lead herself as they walked further. She loved surprises.
They stopped after a few steps and Melanie shuddered in excitement, feeling Jenna’s breath on the back of her neck as she closed in. She was suddenly struck by the idea that Jenna could’ve just wanted some alone time together out here, but she couldn’t imagine her ever wanting to do something on the hard ground. But with the way her hand rode up her stomach and chest, she suddenly felt as if her questions had been answered.
Jenna kissed her neck. Melanie swallowed hard and clenched her hands into fists. “Jenna…”
“Open them.”
Melanie did just that, finding herself to be directly in front of a cute little pond. There was a small deck on the other side, clearly decorated and well taken care of by whoever did the Hall’s maintenance work. Despite that, it still didn’t look as if it had many visitors, which was a shame for how beautiful it was. There were lily pads on the furthest side of the water. White pedals from the flowers blooming on the trees above, too.
In awe of Jenna’s miraculous find, Melanie hurried over to get a closer look, suddenly disregarding her physical affection from moments earlier. “Oh my God! Jen, this is sooo cute! Who knew Thomas was keeping something so romantic up his sleeve?”
Jenna scoffed a little. “Knowing that rich boy, he probably forgot all about this place.”
Kneeling at the edge of the water, Melanie dipped her fingers inside to feel out its temperature. It was cold now that the sudden was all put away, the rings of her touch washing over the surface. For as drunk as she was, it was a miracle she didn’t fall in.
“Sooo pretty, Jen…” Melanie sang, turning to look up at her again. “It’s like something out of a dream!”
“Yeah?” Jenna kneeled down beside her.
Nodding, Melanie focused her attention back to the water again. “I’d want to stay here forever.”
“It would be a nice place to die, right?”
Confused by her morbid take on it, Melanie blinked rapidly a few times and cocked her head. “What?”
Jenna didn’t back down. Instead, she locked eye contact with her longer, smiling innocently as if she had something entirely ordinary. “To die. Like, if a guy came to kill you, it’d be better to die in a pretty place like this than anywhere else.”
Melanie giggled nervously, twirling her finger in the water while brief moments of silence passed. “I don’t wanna think about dying, Jen. That’s too depressing.”
“So, what? It’s a part of life.”
“Still, though.” Melanie lifted her eyes to her again. “Imagining either of us dying…it makes me sick to my stomach. Sometimes I think we’ll live forever and ever.”
Jenna only hummed. Not even the slightest thing changed from her previously perfect face.
“That would be nice, right?” Melanie leaned in closer, completely unaffected by Jenna’s off-putting behavior while cupping her hands up into her own. “If we could live forever.”
She smiled.
“There’s a way you can live forever, Mel.”
“Really?” She wanted to believe her more than anything. “Like how?”
Jenna stood up. Still peering up at her, Melanie’s big doe eyes engraved her beautiful face into her mind. She didn’t look completely happy. Maybe a little sad. Either way, she caressed Melanie’s face and lifted her chin up some more to get an even better look at her face.
“Inside of me.” Jenna’s voice never faltered.
Confused, Melanie continued to gaze blankly. Jenna rubbed her lips with one of her thumbs before pushing it into her mouth, brushing the tip against her bottom teeth. She smiled even wider and Melanie began to blush, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from putting it any further inside. She knew she would gag.
Jenna obeyed her silent boundaries and pulled her top up to let her see the scar across her tummy. Melanie sat up on her knees to plant her hands into Jenna’s thighs to steady herself and see it better. She kissed it. Jenna hummed lovingly.
“Let me eat you, Melanie.” Jenna’s voice was airy, her eyes somehow showcasing a desperation Melanie wasn’t aware of her being able to have. Before she could answer, Jenna kneeled back down to stay eye-level with her. “Let me keep you alive.”
Jenna kissed her. Without hesitation, Melanie kissed her back with the same intensity, burying her fingers deep inside her blonde hair. She pulled herself onto one of Jenna’s knees to relieve the tension of being so far away, craving physical affection unlike ever before. Even when Jenna pulled away, stuck her face into her neck, and bit down hard.
Melanie gasped in a mixture of shock, confusion, and excitement, flooded with Deja Vú from the other times she had done this. And every single time, Melanie sat there and took it, wanting her to feel good. Wanting to be useful.
“Jen…” Melanie squeezed her tighter. “Jen, that hurts…”
Lifting her lips from her wound, Jenna didn’t even bother to look up. “I love you.”
Blushing even harder, Melanie spoke with her lips still against her neck. “Jenna…”
She was so close. Melanie wasn’t going to fight back. She was too naive to even think that far ahead, too drunk to even realize what kind of situation she was in.
But even then, Jenna couldn’t bring herself to do anything but taste the sweet blood from her wound. It was so fresh, so good, that she felt she could barely function without it. Melanie whined a little and backed away, only for Jenna to grab her shoulders and hold her in place, pulling herself onto her lap to straddle her legs.
“Jenna…!”
She could end it now. She wouldn’t have to hear her cry.
But instead, Jenna backed away to look at her, her head still low. She didn’t say anything, simply listening.
With tears in her eyes, Melanie grabbed her neck just to see the amount of blood seeping out. It wasn’t too bad yet. Not in Jenna’s eyes. But to Melanie, she felt as though she was close to dying. She got dizzy from the alcohol and sudden adrenaline rush, swallowing hard to try to understand what was going on. She couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. That’s exactly why Jenna kissed her again, this time running her hands down her chest until she lined herself right against her heart. It was beating like crazy. Terrified. That only made Jenna smile wider.
“Am I really scaring you, baby?” she purred. “Aww, poor thing…”
Melanie moved in closer to interlock their lips again. “No. I’m not scared.”
Trembling, Melanie held her hand over the wound silently. Jenna kissed her again, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist to pull her right back into the impression that she was safe. And blindly, Melanie melted into her embrace.
[A/N]: TOXIC YAOI ACTIVATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im sorry for dragging you into this leo </3
3/6 - 🎸⚡️
Letting the smoke billow from his lips, Kieran tried his very hardest to mimic one of the tricks David had shown him. He was able to manipulate the cloud into various shapes and patterns, taking it all back in through his mouth and letting it out through his nose. Kieran, on the other hand, blew the smoke and instantly coughed up his own lungs while trying to suck it back in, watching the majority of his hit blow away in the wind. It was impossible. Kind of like his relationship with David.
Right, that. Kieran had seen him earlier at prom, only because he’d come up to him to try to sweet talk his way back onto his good side. He gave him a drink, talked about some random shit that didn’t really matter, then proceeded to get caught up in the fight between Thomas and Sam. After that, he was a no-show. Kieran had an idea that he was probably out getting attention somewhere else, sucking another guy’s cock just for the sake of it. It was in his nature to be that way. Asshole.
“Hey.”
Kieran hadn’t even heard the door open from behind him. Turning around with the same expression of a stunned deer, he came face-to-face with Leo. He’d noticed a pattern with that. Whenever he started getting pissed off at David, he always somehow managed to appear, like he could sense or something. Even if he couldn’t, that was okay. Kieran liked his company regardless.
“Have you heard anything from Riley?” Kieran asked, dapping him up like he always did before leaning back on the porch railing.
Leo scoffed, taking a swig of the bottle in his hand and looking out towards the woodline. “Not yet. She’s probably dealing with Sam freaking out or some shit.”
“Do you think he’s actually…” Kieran didn’t bring himself to finish the question, fearing he could strike the wrong chord in the conversation.
Leo kept staring off into the distance regardless, clearly deep in thought. “Crazy?”
Smiling weakly, Kieran shrugged. “I didn’t say it.”
“But you thought it.”
“Okay, well what do you think?”
Inhaling through his nose and straightening his posture, Leo looked down at his feet with a dim smile. “Even if he was, Riley isn’t exactly a stranger to being labeled ‘crazy’ either, believe me. I think they’ll be fine.”
Kieran chuckled a little. “So you’re best friends with a crazy girl who has an equally crazy boyfriend, but don't want me to believe you’re a psychopath? I don’t know, man. Seems kind of sketchy.”
Leo nudged him. Kieran nudged him back.
“You know I’m just playing with you,” Kieran chirped, tucking his cigarette back into his mouth again. “I guess I have a habit of being too nosey sometimes.”
“Yeah. You definitely fuck around the wrong people too much.”
Kieran picked up on this being a jab at his relationship with David again. Rather than playing into it, he leaned all his weight against the railing and stretched his back out, looking at his feet. Things stayed quiet for longer than anticipated without Kieran’s playful banter.
“Me included,” Leo added. He tossed the bottle over the side of the house, clearly an act of disrespect toward Thomas specifically. “You’re a pretty decent guy.”
He hummed in response. “At least I don’t pour fruit punch over my ex’s head in front of everyone we know, right?”
This seemed to spark up something in Leo’s mind, seeing as his eyes lit up and his hands went to his camera hanging on his side. “Oh, I forgot. I got photos for you.”
Kieran smiled slyly. “I don’t have the money.”
Ignoring his obvious flirt attempt, Leo moved in close to show him the screen. “There’s your guy.”
After skipping over a few blurry ones, Kieran finally laid his eyes upon David trying to separate Sam and Thomas from each other. Leo flipped through another, and he was holding Sam. Another, and Sam was head-butting him. All in good fun. Kieran, however, couldn’t help but feel second hand embarrassment.
“Fuck, man…” Kieran planted a hand over his forehead. “Why does he have to go and do stupid shit?”
“He got humbled,” Leo bubbled. He sounded a little too happy about that for it to be a coincidence. “He thought he was going to pull Sam off him like a breeze. That shit’s hilarious."
Kieran groaned a little. “What a dumbass…”
Leo continued to go through some of the images with a smile, capturing Kieran and his friends dancing and laughing throughout the night. It slowly hit him that Leo really was good at his job because he hadn’t even noticed him for the entirety of the whole event. Crazy, but that was besides the point.
“I saw you talking with him earlier,” Leo started. “Did you smooth everything out?”
“Fuck no,” Kieran hissed. “He acted like nothing happened.”
“Mm.” Leo seemed unimpressed. “If I went off and did some stupid shit like that, I’d want to act like it never happened either—”
Before he could finish his thought, the glass door opened again. The music got louder and the lights shined brighter with the curtains pulled back, revealing Kieran’s next visitor of the night. A certain blonde. However, rather than puffing out his chest and walking into the conversation like he owned the place, David took a second to analyze what he was looking at. At least, Kieran thought that’s what he was doing, until he saw him stumble over with a huge smile on his face. If he’d seen Leo, he’d probably be throwing a hissy fit and storming off or something. But instead, he wrapped his arms around Kieran and held him tight, letting his long hair tickle Kieran’s face and his fancy cologne suffocate him.
Kieran spared a panicked glance at Leo. Covering his mouth with his hand, Leo held back his laughter.
“Um, hello—?”
“Kiiieran,” David sang, rocking him back and forth in his arms with ease. “Hiii, baby.”
Feeling flushed all of a sudden, Kieran put his hands up against his chest to try to push him away. “Dude, you’re fucking wasted.”
David said a jumble of words all slurred together as he grabbed the railing from behind Kieran, pinning him there so he couldn’t squirm away. Kieran looked at Leo again. This time, Leo was actually laughing.
“David, what are you doing—?”
“Heyyy, take a shot with meee,” David giggled like a little kid, moving his face close to his ear and not letting up his grip regardless of his invite. “I’m not even drunk yet, hahaha!”
And with that, David grabbed his waist and lifted him off the ground. Kieran actually laughed at this, holding onto his forearms as he raised him all the way above his head like one of those family portraits with a parent and the baby. David didn’t seem to break a sweat at all, looking up at him and smiling all the same.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Kieran snapped playfully, feeling as he lowered him back to his feet and hugged him again. This time, he shoved his face into the crook of Kieran’s neck. “I have never seen him this drunk before—”
“Kiiieran.”
“What?”
“Kiiiiieran.”
“What?”
Like a vampire, David started giving him the roughest hickeys of all time. Kieran only laughed, pushing him away with only a quarter of his real strength to hide the fact that he was into it. He’d never seen David act so openly affectionate before. And he liked that. At least, until he saw Leo taking photos of it for him. Then things weren’t as fun.
“Leo, come on, man…”
“They’re for you!” Leo reminded him, batting his eyelashes innocently. “I’ll give you a discount if you let me get a good angle of his face.”
David lifted his head up like he understood, though he was definitely too drunk to even process what he said. It was probably just his voice that alerted him, in which Kieran was ready to tell him to go away before things got out of hand.
“Hi,” David said sweetly. “What’s up, babe?”
Apparently, drunk David liked pet names. That was a new one.
Practically throwing himself at Leo, David laughed and hugged Leo too, giving him a few harsh pats against his back before grabbing his face and looking at it up close. His eyes were dilated and reddish, showcasing his intoxication more than ever. All Leo could do was stare back.
“David, who’s that?” Kieran asked, fishing to see if David actually had any idea what he was doing.
With a giggle, David turned back to him cheekily. “Who, sweetheart?”
“The guy you’re hugging right now,” Kieran reiterated.
“Me,” Leo added.
David looked at him blinking slowly, before straightening his posture and rubbing his eyes. “Fuck, I don’t even know, for real. Are you my, um…my, like, uh…shiiit.”
They both burst into laughter and David joined along to fit in, though he probably thought something was funny in his drunk mind too. He nearly fell over before grabbing the railing to steady himself, hiccuping and leaning his head over the edge to play with gravity. In reality, he was just making his blood rush to it while pretending to float. Kieran had seen that trick before.
“Kiiie, when we going hooome?”
“I’m not allowed back at your place, remember?”
David lifted his head up like a confused kitten. “Hm? Nooo, Kie’s a-louddd.”
“You said I wasn’t!” Kieran reminded him despite knowing he wasn’t going to remember. It was funny to watch him struggle to put the pieces together anyway. Cute.
Running his hand through his bangs, David whined and kicked his foot impatiently against the railing. He was still hot-headed even while being completely drunk. “Baby’s always a-loud with me. Kiiie, I knooow.”
Leo laughed again. Directing his attention onto him, David squinted his eyes before wrapping an arm around Kieran’s shoulder and leaning some of his weight against him. Kieran let him, rubbing his back gently.
“Okay, well go hang out with your friends for a while.” Kieran spared a glance up at Leo to see if he was still up for talking, relieved to see a smile still written up on his face too.
“No,” he stubbornly spat.
“Yes, because I’m trying to talk to Leo.”
“Fuuuck yooou.”
“What? I thought you were being nice to me!”
“…Fuck you, baby.”
In response, David stuck his tongue out and licked the side of Kieran’s face, dragging it from his chin, to his cheek, up to his temple. Kieran pushed him away and he laughed hysterically, tripping over his own feet and landing on the ground. He kept laughing and laughing, struggling to get to his feet before giving up entirely and laying on the ground limp. Kieran wiped his face off with his sleeve and Leo rolled his eyes, looking back at his camera.
“He’s such a prick,” he said.
Flushed in the face, Kieran nodded while looking down at him with a soft grin. “Yeah…”
[A/N]: sorry this is lowkey late asl ! work been kicking my ass……anyway complete freaks.
2/6 - 💚🔭💜
Things only went downhill from the big fight. Carl could remember everyone getting worried about the after party not happening since Thomas was roughed up so bad, but after an hour of disappearing, Thomas came back patched up and drunker than before, presumably from his father allowing him a few drinks to numb the pain. He looked really bad, bruised basically all over, but kept his cocky demeanor intact for as long as the night was. And so, the after party was still on.
Carl didn’t have to change since his clothes were already comfortable enough, simply stripping the nice jacket he wore and leaving his undershirt out in the open. Mia, on the other hand, changed into something a little less classy. She let her hair down and brushed it out in the van, tipsy enough to be talkative with just about everybody and laughing the whole way there. Carl couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was. They ended up bringing Misha along for the ride and he sat in the back with Lucian and Kai, not saying much of anything. Carl assumed he was probably too high to even realize what was going on or too intimidated by Kai’s natural off-putting stature.
Once they got to the Hall residence, things got blurry. Mia convinced him to play seven minutes in heaven with her after a butt-load of drinking and dancing. That was one of the last things he could recall clearly, other than taking a shot out of her tits. The whole game, though, was pretty much just an excuse for Mia to take him into the closet and get messy without having to explain herself. Carl was up for it anyhow, waiting patiently for his turn as she went with both Melanie and Jenna for a few rounds. Jenna had to fix her lipstick and Melanie had to fix her hair, while Mia practically took no damage. It made him nervous to think about what she was going to do once the bottle landed on him. A good kind of nervous.
“Spin it, Mia!” Melanie laughed, sliding the bottle across the table while still fixing her hair. “Get your boyfriend this time…”
Melanie was absolutely wasted even before the party started. She was leaning up against Jenna’s shoulder and giggling at practically nothing, only releasing her to push the bottle towards Mia. She seemed excited by the idea of it landing on her again more than anyone else. Carl understood the feeling. Being in a closet for seven minutes with her would basically release any pent-up frustration one had beforehand. Jenna was an example of that, looking worn out with all her makeup smudged. Mia definitely got handsy in there. Carl didn’t mind it though. The relationship he had with her was secure enough for him to trust she would never leave him for another person, especially not one of her close friends. Making out meant basically nothing to her. It was the realer shit that actually made a difference. Seeing her at her worst, seeing her at her most vulnerable, seeing her whenever she cried — Carl knew those moments weren’t just handed off to anyone.
He watched the bottle spin a few times as he took another shot, practically wincing at the taste now that he’d taken so many. His stomach was knotting up with excitement and nausea from all the alcohol, giving him a perfect drunk experience. When Mia grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, he knew he had finally won, being led into the closet like a doggy on a leash.
“Don’t make any babies in there, Mia!” Melanie teased, holding up the timer. “Seven minutes!”
“I bet that boy cums in two,” Jenna giggled.
“Jen!” Melanie scolded her playfully, tapping her forehead. “Be nice!”
Mia hummed at that comment, pulling him inside the decently-sized closet. “They’d be surprised how much I’ve taught you.”
Carl let out a soft sigh and leaned his back up against the wall instantaneously as she shut the door, throwing all of his cards down for her to see as usual. He didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. Not counting the one being suffocated in his pants right now.
“Mia.” His voice was shaky. She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and began massaging them, smiling slyly and nodding to show she was listening. He avoided her eyes. “I can’t—I can’t wait until we get home.”
Hearing his confession, Mia laughed and shoved him hard against the wall with one arm. He indulged in the roughness, wincing a little as she grabbed his chin and pushed her fresh acrylics into his cheeks. “Aren’t you supposed to be the rational one?”
Carl shook his head. She giggled.
“Too drunk for that, huh?”
“Mia…”
“Okay, okay.”
Mia kissed his jawline slowly to get him more worked up, causing him to hurriedly snatch up her waist and try to pull her closer. He never made moves like that unless he was truly desperate, which he was, so she had to have recognized it. That’s exactly why he felt it was horribly cruel for Mia to back away again.
“C-Can I please—”
“No,” Mia replied in an instant. “You have to be patient.”
She kissed him hard and he reciprocated with the same amount of force, raising his hands up her back as she held him against the wall. She buried her hands into his hair and he moved his knee between her thighs, trying to tempt her enough to change her mind. His nausea was getting worse from tasting the alcohol on her tongue, but he kept going like there was no tomorrow. He moaned against her mouth, pleading with his eyes, but she ignored his attempts to take it too far. The roles had reversed and Carl wasn’t sure why until he felt himself hiccup against her. He was way too drunk. Mia was holding back because she knew that he didn’t know what he was really getting himself into.
Trying to convince himself he wasn’t too drunk, he pulled away and straightened his posture up. “M-Mia…”
“I promise I’ll fix it when we get home,” Mia purred, patting the area he was most excited in. “Just not right now, okay? You have to be ready.”
“No,” Carl sputtered. “Lemme show you something.”
His words were slurring. Unimpressed by his antics, Mia cocked her eyebrows up and backed up a little to see.
“Be good,” she playfully warned him.
Without another word, Carl squatted down to wrap his arms around her thighs, sweeping her up off her feet with ease. She laughed before covering her mouth to muffle it, suddenly remembering one of the rules was to stay quiet. He pushed her against the wall and held her there for a second, furrowing his eyebrows while steadying himself. He was unbelievably hard now.
“Carl—!”
“I’m not drunk,” he told her, and somehow this was supposed to prove it. She combed back one of his curls away from his forehead as he pouted harder. “I’m only tipsy kind of.”
“How are you doing that?” Mia blushed a little from the positioning, allowing herself to wrap her legs around him like he obviously wanted. “You’re going to bust your wobbly ass.”
Carl shoved his face into her stomach. She squealed as he blew air against her skin in an attempt to tickle her, causing her to grab his hair and push him back by his forehead. He didn’t release her.
“C-Carl!” She finally shoved him hard enough for him to nearly drop her, catching her last second as they both toppled into the closet door with a loud thud.
Carl fell to his knees and sat on her boot, wrapping his arms around her while looking up eagerly. “You need to put your legs on my shoulders so I can do it.”
“Do what—? Baby, I already told you!”
Carl whined. “Miaaa, why can’t we?”
“Carl…”
“I wannaaa.”
“Carl.”
“Pleaaase…”
Mia shifted her leg away from him before he was able to clasp a hand over his mouth and hold back his own vomit. She opened the door to let him have some fresh air, clearly sensing the fact he was going to be sick before he even did. He managed to swallow it back down before Mia helped him to his feet, kissing his ear and stroking his head.
“When we get home,” Mia promised him, leading him to the nearest bathroom she knew of.
“See? I told you two minutes!” Jenna snickered, showing Melanie the time.
Twirling her hair, Melanie hiccuped herself. “I don’t blame him.”
