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[alyssaromana-blog]

When Alyssa woke up, it was to severe pain in her abdomen and bright, blurry white lights. The smell of sterilizer filled her nose and for a moment she thought she was back home, waking up after the accident with everything having been a dream. She let out a short whine as she shifted her body, hand moving to her stomach. Feeling gauze under the gown, her lips pulled down into a frown. Perhaps moving too quickly was a mistake, but as the memories came back, the panic set in, and she pushed herself to sit up only to let out a pained noise that alerted the nurse in the room to the state of her consciousness. 

“Oh honey, be careful, lay back down,” she cooed, hand coming to rest at the back of Alyssa’s head while she gently coaxed her back to sleep. “You been through a lot the last day, you need rest,” she nodded, reaching for the morphine pouch, hand sliding down the IV tube to the button that would release the drug into her bloodstream. “Now you get some sleep,” she tells her, checking her vitals before stepping out of the room, the sound of the beeping machine beside her and the soft buzz of the tv lulling her to sleep.

When she woke up for the second time, it was to a figure beside her bed. It was hard to tell past the initial blur who it was, but she would assume it would be a friend. “What happened?”

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wtfnickolcs:

Nickolas could tell the girl was scared. The sound she let out when he grabbed her, her breathing, her chest hitting his. However, he wasn’t expecting her to pull the first knife. He had her in the perfect position, but his plan didn’t follow through. The pain was sent through his shoulder, his hand flying to the knife’s handle. Nickolas debating on keeping it in his shoulder before running after the girl, but instead, he removed it from his shoulder. A groan escaping his lips, as he threw the knife to the floor, blood splattering on the floor as it hit. Nickolas’ suit was now stained a bright red from his own blood. Looking around, Nickolas grabbed a hand full of napkins, placing them over the wound. He didn’t care that people were now watching him, all he wanted to do was find Alyssa and do what he was told. Her stabbing him, giving him much more motivation to do so. He walked through the crowd, stopping at each person and examining very well. As soon as his eyes caught her, he paced quickened. Nickolas kept his hand in his pocket, holding the knife. As he approached her, he let the napkins drop to the floor and snaked his arm around her back.  “Don’t ever fucking try me again.” Nickolas whispered as he walked her away from the crowd. Nickolas ended up finding a room off to the side. He opened the door to make sure it was empty. Upon walking in, he got right to business. He took his knife from his pocket and pierced her flesh. “Does it hurt?” A sick smile appeared on his face as he removed the knife from her forcefully. “Good.” He turned from the girl, making his way out of the party and to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Alyssa gasped when his arm wrapped around her, feeling like the prey to a hungry snake as he began to drag her away. She tried to plant her feet, struggling slightly. She debated on calling for help but with Nickolas having a stab wound in his shoulder, he could easily paint himself as the victim. She barely had time to really think it through though, as he shoved her into a room, not sparing a moment once they were both inside. When she felt the blade pierce her flesh, it was unlike any pain she had felt before. Bruises and cuts were different, they stung for a while and eventually the pain wore off. When she’d hit the tree, the pain was ended when she lost consciousness, but this pain? This pain seemed endless as he leaned in to speak to her, threatening her as if he wasn’t already holding the blade inside her. She let out a loud gasp when he forced the knife away, blood dripping down the sequins of her dress, barely seen through the black fabric of it. One could only tell by the way it seeped through her fingers, the once confident siren stumbling against the wall, blindly reaching for anything to hold her up. Nickolas was gone, lost into the crowd of the party and Alyssa could hardly focus through the pain in her abdomen. Drops of blood were left in her wake, smeared by the hem of her dress as she finally made it to the a semi populated crowd, stumbling into a bystander, staining her pretty white dress red as she rasped out a weak, “Help,” before her grip loosened. She could barely register the panic that was setting in, the shouts for help and for an ambulance as the hands grabbed her while she fell. It seemed like an eternity of muddled voices asking her to stay awake before it all blissfully went black.

[alyssaromana-blog]

wtfnickolcs:

Nickolas looked around at the crowd. He had carefully planned everything out. He was going to stab her, then leave. Nickolas knew she’d tell people that it was him, but he knew that would be better than his secret being known by everyone of Atticus. “You’ve looked better.” Nickolas shrugged, with a smirk upon his face. Before he had time to furrow his eyebrows, he felt his clothes become damp with whatever beverage Alyssa had thrown at him. All more of a reason to get back at her. “God dammit.” Nickolas didn’t have time to clean himself up, he immediately darted through the crowd in the direction of the girl, in search of her. Not forgetting his knife, of course. Nickolas could see the splitting of people, assuming the direction of the girl. When he finally caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist, as tightly as possible for him, pulling her toward him. It caused her to crash against his body. Anybody watching would just assume that they were getting a bit too close. Nickolas spoke so only the two could hear. “You’re going to listen to me and do as I say.” He spoke through gritted teeth, the smell of the beverage lingering between them. “Would you like to know why?” The male smirked at Alyssa, he finger trailing down her cheek, still gripping her wrist with his other hand. “If you listen, it’ll only hurt a little, but if you don’t..” He paused. “Well, I guess, you die.” Nickolas stated plainly with a shrug. “Got it?” 

She couldn’t help the yelp that left her when she felt Nickolas’s hand gripping her wrist, yanking her to him until she collided against his chest. His hold was bruising, Alyssa feeling the ache in her bone already. Her breathing was quick and shallow, panic rising in her stomach as he spoke to her through gritted teeth. She winced when he touched her face, jaw clenching as her eyes hardened into a glare. This wasn’t going to happen again, she had promised herself this wouldn’t happen again. Quickly darting her eyes around the room for the most populated spot, she found some semblance of strength within herself to slowly reach for the pocket knife. “I’m not a little girl, Nicky,” she taunted through gritted teeth, the pain in her wrist almost numbing by this point. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she snapped, flicking the knife open and jamming it into his shoulder blade. Alyssa wasn’t sure if it had even gone through completely, but it was enough for her to break free of his hold, stumbling in her heels before she found her balance and darted to the populated area she had seen before.

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wtfnickolcs:

Nickolas looked down at the watch, that his grandmother had gotten him before she passed. He had figured it to be too long, so it was time for him to start looking again. Nickolas turned back to the crowd down below and spotted someone standing amongst the others who were sitting. It was her. Nickolas placed his glass back on the dish one of the catering people had been carrying around and made his way around the railing. Nickolas’ eyes never left the girl below him, in fear of losing her in the crowd again. His dare wasn’t one that scared him, but excited him. The sight of her blood against the stainless silver blade that was hiding in his pocket made him feel something that was hard to explain. Nickolas made his way down the stairs, to the girl that would complete his dare. Once he stood in front of her, one hand went behind his back and the other took her’s, kissing the outside of it, with a bow. “Fancy seeing you.” Nickolas smirked at her, his hand going into his suit pocket, checking to see if the small knife was still there before taking it out, motioning for a drink. 

With Nickolas stood in front of her the way he was, Alyssa could feel the blood in her veins run cold. She clenched her free hand into a fist when he took her other one to plant a kiss on it, a classic power move she knew all too well. The warning caress before there was a bruise on her cheek the next day. Or in this case, a potentially fatal stab wound. It took everything in her not to swing at him until he pulled the knife out from his pocket. Already she felt like there was ice in her veins but this made her heart stop. Surely he wouldn’t stab her in the middle of all these people, would he? “A true vision from the swamp, as always, Nick.” She had to force her voice not to tremble when she spoke, swallowing thickly when she turned just slightly, her eyes still on him as she felt around blindly for an already filled cup. “Gotta catch me first.” Gripping it, desperate to put some distance, she launched the liquid directly towards his eyes, dropping the cup and slamming her hand against his wrist to knock the knife from his hold before turning and forcing her way through the crowd as quickly as she could.

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wtfnickolcs:

Nickolas was standing on the floor above, overlooking the crowd of people scattered amongst the ballroom floor. He kept his eye out for his pair for the night. Nickolas didn’t think it’d be too hard to pick someone out of the crowd, with only a small mask covering their eyes. Nickolas had a glass in one hand and the other resting against the railing. With a sigh, he took a sip from his glass. The male turned his back toward the railing, leaning against it. He had given up on looking for his pair and decided to have them look for him. However, him being exposed was on the line and it wasn’t something Nickolas was looking forward to. He made a promise to himself that if it took too long for the other to find him, he’d have to start searching again. @alyssaromana

The shakiness of her fingers were hard to ignore, the pocket knife she’d borrowed from Asher without his knowledge tucked into the seam of the cutout of her dress cold against her heated skin. When she’d received her dare she thinks she should’ve been appalled, and she was, but she couldn’t deny the temptation of it. This man, this thing, had all but tortured her friends and he’d been getting away with it. Still, the danger was that he would get to her first, and she wouldn’t put it past him to stab the knife somewhere fatal. That was the problem she was currently battling. If she didn’t, she would get exposed, and Nickolas will have suffered no consequence for how he’s treated Bradley and Pearl, but could she live with herself if she was the one to stab him? She already could hardly look at herself with what she had done to Sam. The choice had to be made quickly, because as she looked into the dispersing crowd, she caught sight of the beastly boy, standing deceptively innocently against the railing. Clenching her jaw, she stood still in her spot by the drinks table, waiting for him to spot her.

[alyssaromana-blog]

MASQUERADE AESTHETIC : Alyssa Romana

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

egyptian cotton || alyssa, pearl & damon

[alyssaromana-blog]

pearlwinters:

tfwdamon:

Does he know, Pearl? The realization came with the force of a blunt object. It made sense–Alyssa touched her like she was familiar with the texture of Pearl’s skin, like she knew the potential and found herself craving it again. Damon, for his part, could relate. They’d slept together before, more than once, perhaps. And somehow, it didn’t bother him. Maybe that was the drugs speaking, but he didn’t think so. He’d noticed Pearl looking at Alyssa before, and he’d gotten the idea that most of the time when he caught her doing that she was fantasizing. More than anything else it amused him, and the idea of the two of them together was far from unappealing. His fingers stilled where they were buried inside of her, watching with rapt attention as Alyssa’s fingers drew invisible lines on Pearl’s soft body, closing finally over her jaw in a way that Damon had done himself before. “Like heaven,” he agreed, a wicked grin crossing his lips. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he shifted so he was beside Pearl instead of between her thighs, leaving the space empty. When he was settled again his hand slipped under one of her legs to push back inside, looking down at her with a glint in his eyes. “But I get to taste her all the time. Right, Pearl? She loves getting her pussy eaten.” Curling his fingers sharply inside of her, he raised his eyes to Alyssa. She looked ethereal in the dim lighting of the room with her icy blue hair and lips like cherries. Gesturing with his chin toward the space he’d just vacated, another grin lit up his face. “Go ahead. Be my guest.”

pearl wore their girlish moans and glittered clashes of tongues like an accessory. that night at no angels would forever be the neon heart pinned on her sleeve, and since damon explored every inch of her with a predatory precision, there was no way he wouldn’t have known about it. still, it didn’t stop pearl from quickly gauging his reaction, a frustrated whine spilling out of her lips when his fingers slowed down. “don’t tease me,” she huffed, breathing shallow and cheeks unbearably flushed. she watched damon with an impatient curiosity when alyssa sank her teeth into her earlobe, sending a prickling of goose bumps down the arch of her spine. she was so wet she could feel it on her inner thighs, making every shallow pant all the more frustrated when his fingers abruptly slid out of her. pearl shifted against the egyptian cotton. frustration was doubling the heat pooling in her abdomen until their every touch felt like the lick of a blue flame. she pushed her legs apart a little wider when his fingers pressed inside her tight pussy, the sharp curl of them pulling out a guttural whine. “you’re going to make me come.” ecstasy intensified each spike of pleasure. it felt too good. so good that she felt like she’d hopped out of reality and landed onto the rich sheets of one of her wildest fantasies. damon’s suggestion did nothing to bring pearl back. instead, the arrogance of his offer saw her rosy lips parting, needy gasps making her toes curl against the cotton. “i can’t,” pearl barely managed to bite out the plea. can’t was a word she’d stripped from her vocabulary. then damon pressed his fingers in deeper and it escaped her mouth a second time in a kitten like squeak. of course she loved it. it was always pearl’s achilles heel which was precisely why they were teasing her with it, cyan waves tickling her skin as alyssa sucked kisses down her body and settled between her parted legs.

Alyssa grinned at the sight of Pearl so worked up. She was always so commanding, so strong, a force of nature to be reckoned with. Seeing her reduced to moans and whimpers and trembling thighs was almost addictive. She didn’t think twice about pressing her painted lips to Pearl’s skin, the lipstick long since smeared, leaving a mess of red marks along the other as she kissed her way down between her spread legs. Alyssa glanced up, hazel eyes mischievous as she pressed a feather-light kiss against the crease of her thigh, a short giggle escaping her when she felt the wetness against her lips already. “You’re fucking soaked,” she murmurs, her lips pressing against her thighs, teasing her as much as Damon was. While he was teasing by pressing his fingers into her at an agonizing pace, Alyssa avoided where Pearl wanted her most, pressing kisses to her thighs until her whimpers grew too tempting, Alyssa wanting to be the cause of them as she finally pressed her mouth to Pearl’s pussy, moaning at the taste of her as she stroked her tongue over her clit a few times before pulled back slowly. “Fuck,” she breathed, sitting up to kiss her now, wanting Pearl to taste herself on her tongue, though her hand still moved between them, thumb brushing delicately over the small bundle of nerves. “You taste even better than I remember,” she murmurs, Pearl’s quick breaths puffing out against Alyssa’s lips making her smile as she stroked her thumb over her clit a little more firmly. “You’re not being loud enough, though. Damon, do you think she’s being loud enough? Maybe I shouldn’t eat her out until she lets me know she really wants it, cause right now I don’t think she does.”

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.

[alyssaromana-blog]

PROJECT DEATH AESTHETIC : Alyssa Romana as Cheshire Cat

“I’m not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.”

egyptian cotton || alyssa, pearl & damon

[alyssaromana-blog]

pearlwinters:

tfwdamon:

At first, it didn’t even occur to Damon’s drug-soaked brain to move. From his position kneeling on the floor in front of the bed he watched with parted lips as Pearl slipped fluidly into Alyssa’s lap, as their plush lips melded together and hands roamed over soft skin. Even drugged up as he was, Damon could appreciate that this was precisely what he loved so much about women: their bodies were soft, all curves instead of angles, and lips like rose petals. He could have kept watching, mesmerized, breaking out of his reverie only when he heard Pearl say his name. A smirk formed on his face, and when Alyssa tugged at his shirt he went willingly, climbing up onto the bed with them. His hands found Pearl’s hips like they were magnetized, pushing her legs apart with a practiced easy and crawling between them, eyes stuck on Alyssa where she was skimming her lips across Pearl’s skin. “God, you wanna hear her moan?” he repeated, voice grown deep with a surge of lust. His eyes moved from Alyssa, locking onto Pearl’s and biting his lip to barely suppress an arrogant grin. “She wants everyone to think she’s so tough, don’t you, baby?” Slipping easily into this role, it was like a bonus being able to share it with someone else. With Alyssa, who had always reminded Damon of a mermaid out of a fairytale. “But it’s really not that hard to get her good and worked up.” With the top of Pearl’s slip already pulled down by Alyssa’s doing, it painted a gorgeous picture when he pushed the bottom up as well, bunching it up around her hips. He slipped one hand between her thighs, pulling her panties aside with no hesitation whatsoever, the drugs making him too antsy to tease the way he might usually have. One hand wrapped around a thigh, holding her in place; the two middle fingers of the other slipped easily between her folds and inside of her. “Kiss her neck,” he breathed, tearing his gaze away from Pearl to look at Alyssa. “Whisper in her ear. It drives her up a fucking wall.”

Pearl felt like she’d slipped inside a film reel of Moulin Rouge. Soft rose petal lips grazed the tender skin under her jaw, making her eyes flutter shut and her spine lazily curve into the dizzying intoxication of skin on skin. Kisses like ripened cherries stained the nape of her neck, lighting her nerves all the way to her fingertips that were drawing butterfly wings on Alyssa’s inner thighs, edging closer to the crease of her panties. Even through the thin material, Pearl could feel the damp warmth of her, pad of her thumb dragging along until she reached the peak of her nerves. As soon as Alyssa broke the spell, Pearl’s whispers tickled her ear, “do you?” Slip tugged free from her slender silhouette, she shifted against the rich cotton until Damon’’s grip snaked around her hips and tugged her closer. “Damon likes to think he’s the boss of me.” Pearl shot him a warning with wide green eyes: a simple, please don’t show me up. Not when her cheeks were so flushed it made her head spin. Satin bunched up and pooling around her tiny waist. Kisses trailing down the soft swell of her breast until her back arched off the bed. As soon as the question left Damon’s lips, Pearl knew he’d already usurped her. Almost like he’d dangle control in front of her just to snatch it back again. Pushing her legs apart for him, Pearl could feel her insides tightening with a desperate urge to be touched. Serotonin was running wild in her brain chemistry, heightening every nerve. Don’t you, baby? Rosy heat rushed into Pearl’s cheeks. “Don’t call me that!” Not that he was paying any attention when he was busily tugging aside the soaked lace of her panties. Every time, always the same. Pearl pleading that she hated it when she was so wet she could feel it glistening on her inner thighs. Especially since he was winding her up in front of Alyssa. An ethereal siren of Pearl’s wildest fantasies. Almost as if she’d entirely dreamt her up from the cyan waves of her hair to the rosy plush of her lips. A sharp whimper escaped when his fingers pushed inside the tight warmth of her, making her hips writhe against the cotton. “Whispers are too quiet,” she whined, chest rapidly rising and falling with the amount they were both teasing her. As if it wasn’t bad enough when one of them did it. “Say it loud enough that Damon can hear all the nasty things you want to do me.”

Alyssa sat back on her knees, watching as Damon handled Pearl with an intoxicating dominance that lit up the heat in the pit of her stomach, the lace between her legs growing more damp as he pushed two fingers inside of the perfect blonde before her. Alyssa bit her lower lip, swollen from the kisses between her and Pearl, watching as the wolf of a girl before her moved her hips against his hand in a way reminiscent of the hypnotic dance she’d shown her against Pearl’s steel canvas. Alyssa’s gentle fingers trailed up silky soft thighs, leaning up on her knees so that her lips brushed Pearl’s, ignoring both their requests yet giving them each what they wanted from her. “What I want to do to you?” The smirk on her lips was dangerous, a siren readying to lure in her prey. “What about what I have done?” She looks at Damon, hazel eyes lit up with a toxic mix of lust and drugs and affection for the girl shared between them while her hands traveled up the curves of her waist, her breasts, her shoulders, and stopping. “Does he know, Pearl?” Thumbs brush delicately over fragile collarbones, rose petal lips turning to brush against flushed and heated skin. Manicured nails grazed up the path mapped out on her neck by her lips, hand closing gentle around Pearl’s jaw. She turned her head, lips trailing to her ear. “Does he know how I made you moan that night?” She smiled, nipping her earlobe. “Do you know how much I want to taste you on my tongue again? Feel your fingers gripping my hair and hips straining under my hands?” She pulls back, meeting mossy green eyes. “Doesn’t she taste like heaven, Damon?”

[alyssaromana-blog]

[scienceinitsfinest-deactivated2]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[alyssaromana-blog]

tyncn.

At some point during their wind down, the background music had gone from a thumping bass to a melody much softer – perhaps he’d been the one to change it, he couldn’t remember. Regardless, the calming sound penetrated his frame, making his heart thump much harder and his throat tighten in a reaction that music never created whilst sober. For a moment, he found himself lucky to be feeling so deeply. A giggle emitted from parted puffy lips as Alyssa referenced a familiar song, though he wasn’t sure which was more amusing – her playing or his own muddled mind. “Pearl and Bradley,” he repeated under his breath in reminder of the girls the female was close with, as he often forgot. Unfaltering hands slid up her arms, fingers briefly coiling around her wrists before his palms pressed against the back of her hands, smooshing his cheeks together into a fish face. “I dunno,” Ty began, syllables falling oddly from his mouth and prompting another grin. He toyed with the vixen’s slender fingers, pulling her hands from his cheeks and swinging them back and forth between their persons. “I wanted to keep an eye on you, I think. Not in a weird way, but I didn’t want you to end up going with some prick who just wanted to fuck you since you were newly single.” There was irony in his efforts, as Tynen himself had tried to sleep with Alyssa that night, to no avail. “Plus I feel like I never get to see you anymore, which is a shame,” he revealed, dark eyes locking on hers before settling on the curvature of her lower lip.

Alyssa shivered when Tynen trailed his hands up her arms, giggling almost uncontrollably when he pressed his hands over hers, squishing his cheeks. The fish face was too cute and Alyssa found herself leaning over to kiss his mouth innocently, his puckered lips too tempting to pass up. As she sat back, she tilted her head while he spoke, icy blue hair falling over her shoulder. A playful smirk teased the corner of her lips, Alyssa uncrossing her legs to situate herself closer to him, settling in the dip of his crisscrossed legs with her thighs resting against his sides, ankles crossing against his lower back. "Big bad Ty was trying to keep me safe then?" She giggles, sliding her arms around his shoulders. In every place their bodies touched, she felt warm. Warmer than she had since Mexico and while it was largely due to the drugs, she also knew that it was because she was comfortable with Tynen. "You're such a sweetheart," she sighs, running a hand through his raven dark hair, soft and thick between her fingers. Leaning forward and nuzzling his cheek, she spoke mumbled words against his cheek. "I'm happy you asked me." She pulls back, hazel eyes meeting a deep, coffee brown. "I wouldn't have wanted to go with anyone else, I don't think. I had fun with you."

[alyssaromana-blog]

[ @atbelrose ]

Alyssa exhaled with an air of frustration. She needed a muse for this project or she was going to fail it, and she'd rather not fail the first truly graded assignment of the year given for her major. Her mind was too frazzled to think clear enough for someone she could ask to help, though she knew there was options. She could ask a multitude of people she supposed but she wanted something different, someone different. That exed out half the people she would've asked. Running a hand through her messy curls of electric blue, she decided to rummage her bag for a cigarette and lighter. It wasn't until she looked up to exhale her first puff of polluted air that she saw him. Tall, lean, russet skin, curls atop his head, sharp and angled features. It left her almost breathless. Him. He was perfect for her project. Painfully, she decided to put out her barely lit cigarette, lest it give him a bad first impression, and she tried to pat down some of the wild flyaway strands of hair before straightening up and making her way to him. "Hi, um... Sorry, hi, I'm Alyssa," she begins, cursing her stumbled words, mind pushing them out faster than her mouth could form them. "This is probably weird but I have a project.. I'm a photography major and I need to do a project on how different lighting can change the entire feel and appearance of the setting and person," she rambled, letting out a short laugh and shaking her head slightly. God, he probably thought she was a freak. "Anyway, like I said I need help and you just.... Caught my attention. Would you mind being my muse?"

[alyssaromana-blog]

wyyattisms:

He couldn’t remember the last day he spent sober. It was all foggy, either drunk or high, attending his classes with a dazed look, practically sleeping through every lecture, somehow by the grace of god he was just barely keeping his grades high enough to be considered passing. Tonight was a night he decided to spend in the company of strangers, or at least strangers in theory. The frequent visitors and the bartenders had gotten pretty acquainted with him over the time, knew exactly what poison to put in front of him without him mutter much of anything, and kept supplying it for the rest of the night. Though this night it was different, this night there was a familiar face sitting in the stool he normally picked. Alyssa.

They’d gotten a little better since the fight in Mexico, they texted every now and again, were friendly towards each other in the halls… but it wasn’t right, it wasn’t how it should be and no matter how much he enjoyed the company of all the girls he buried himself in to forget her, Alyssa was still always on his mind. Everything about her he missed, he couldn’t go seconds without wondering how she was, without picturing her face in his mind and wanting to kill himself for being so god damn stupid. If he had just been honest with her, if he had just told her about Jess, about his life and the situation he was stuck in he’d still have her, Alyssa would still be his; but she wasn’t. Not anymore.

He couldn’t help himself when he sat beside her, nodding in thanks at the bartender when he placed his drink in front of him, Wyatt’s hand reaching out to brush his fingers along her bare arm, missing the way she felt. When she looked up at him he gave a wary smile, her eyes sad and beautiful, muttering out to him sleepily. He wasn’t sure what to say to her, how to get her speaking to him, how to get her back, there was so much he could say, so much he wanted to say but he knew she deserved better, she deserved to be with someone who could be with her fully, for the rest of her life and die old and happy. His heart dropped when she muttered she should leave, his head shaking and hand moving to grip hers gingerly, “No you shouldn’t.”

Wyatt moved his hand to her hair now, fingers twisting the pretty blue locks between them, smile saddening some, “You look really good,” He sighed, his hand dropping to his lap, the other finding his glass, “You should stay, we can talk… catch up.” He took a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving hers as he set it back on the bar, “I miss you…”

His fingers on her skin still sent shivers down her spine, his voice quieting down the monsters that lurked in the corners of her mind at every moment of the day. It amazed her really, that he could still do that to her, that he could still cause such a reaction from her. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. Alyssa no longer trusted him, not fully, but she still loved him with every shattered piece of herself. Her heart stilled ached at the sight of him, even now when she’d been trying so hard to move on. Losing herself in Pearl and Damon, letting Bradley find her dates, it was almost pathetic really, how it all paled in comparison to the feeling of his hand sliding through her hair. She wanted to hit herself for being the personification of Bella Swan, swooning at his simple touch, melting at his words as he said that he missed her, forgetting what he’d done to her, the lies he told her to keep up his charade. With that thought, she let out a shaky breath, ready to tell him that she was going to leave. “You shouldn’t.” She wanted to continue, to finish the thought and say she was leaving. The words rested right at the tip of her tongue, ready to be spoken until her hazel eyes met his vibrant blue.

One drink couldn’t hurt, right? Never mind that she was already a few shots in and two tabs deep. Her legs weren’t steady anyway. She slowly slid back onto the stool, teeth worrying her bottom lip as she nodded for the bartender to get her a beer. This had been what she wanted, hadn’t it? Coming to this bar down the street from the home they once shared, knowing that Wyatt frequented it. In her drugged up haze she’d gone out of her way to see him again, and here he was. Except now she didn’t know what to do or say. They had been friends once, though even then they still slept together, they still fucked, they still acted as though they were in a relationship even though they hadn’t yet labeled it as such. Sighing, she took the beer that was placed in front of her, tipping it back and downing a few gulps of it before setting it back down and glancing back over to him. “What have you been up to?” She wanted to cringe at the question. They used to talk for hours, this was just a sad attempt at it. Plus, Alyssa was fairly sure she wasn’t interested in whatever, or whoever, he’d been doing to distract himself. “That was stupid, don’t answer that.”

[alyssaromana-blog]

tfwdamon:

It seemed incredible to Damon that only a week ago he’d been genuinely trying not to indulge in drugs or alcohol until even the emotional withdrawals from the week of forced heroin had subsided. But then, a week ago he’d been happy. Pearl had told him she loved him, so really, setting drugs and alcohol aside for a little while hadn’t seemed so bad. Now it felt like a prison sentence. Sobriety was unthinkable, and that was why he’d decided to drown himself in whiskey. He’d been doing coke again, but it wasn’t enough. The urge to find heroin was so strong that he’d reasoned alcohol might dull it a little bit. And if not, at least it would dull the pain. There were very few people talking to him–Ariella had brought him food, and of course Ronan hadn’t turned his back, but most of his other friends were livid. The worst part being that he didn’t blame any of them. Knocking back his fifth glass of whiskey, he wondered whether skipping the dare and risking his darkest secret’s exposure wouldn’t have been the better path to take. At least he wouldn’t have had to dwell on the guilt of realizing he’d essentially chosen himself over Pearl by accepting that dare. Like a reminder that he was, and always would be, a selfish person. The bartender had only just set down another tumbler in front of him when he noticed bright blue hair in his peripheral vision, looking over to see Alyssa coming toward him and sighing deeply. “Look, whatever you’re gonna say, just say it and leave me alone. Trust me, I feel shitty enough to repent for two lifetimes.” @alyssaromana

Alyssa was livid. She had seen both Bradley and Pearl essentially destroyed by Damon’s little confession, though she realized that Pearl was worse off. Bradley still had Max, they had worked through whatever he’d said to get her into the place that she’d seen her. Alyssa had stayed with her that night, taken care of her, watched as she fought to keep that demeanor of hers in tact and fail miserably at it. She saw Pearl turn to her bitter sarcasm and old ways and while a little fun wasn’t wrong, she knew that Pearl was hurting. She loved Damon and he had betrayed her trust, and Alyssa knew what that was like. She still felt her own heartbreak every day. She still drowned it in pills and weed and whatever drugs she could get her hands on. That was why she was walking into the bar, it was a simple bonus that Damon seemed to also be drowning his sorrows, but Alyssa couldn’t find it in herself to feel bad for him. As she walked up, she heard his words and scoffed. ‘I feel shitty enough’ sounded to close to the echo of Wyatt’s words and it only served to anger her more until it bubbled over so much that she couldn’t stop her hand from lifting and her open palm from connecting with his cheek, the hard smack audible even over the low music. It got them looks, and the bar tender looked close to throwing her out for it but she didn’t continue. Her hand dropped to her side, balling into a fist. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you think your little confession was funny? What the fuck Damon?”

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tyncn:

“So tell me something, okay?” Tynen proposed, smile so wide and constant that it made his cheeks hurt. All night he’d been grinning like this. The bitter, chemical taste of the dissolved drug of choice was now long gone, as he was instead hyperfocused on the female in his company, eager digits running up and down her arms, sliding across her shoulders and tickling the sides of her neck. Ty wasn’t quite sure what had compelled him and Alyssa to get high, at least not to such an extent. In retrospect of his previous drug induced escapades, taking MDMA made smoking weed look like child’s play, and he’d quickly discovered that rolling while at home was vastly different than rolling at a party. As soon as the drug had hit them, they’d turned up some shitty music and danced around his apartment for what felt like ages, eventually resulting in the two jumping around and somehow using his mattress as a makeshift trampoline. But the adrenaline could only last for so long, and at some point, Tynen had taken to sitting in his bed instead of bouncing on it, and the electric haired female had done the same. “Why’d you let me take you to the ball? You could’ve just said no.” His gaze rested heavily on the female’s features, focusing on her freckles and the way her cheekbones seemed to glitter under the soft lighting in his bedroom. @alyssaromana

An aching jaw, sensitive skin, hearing colors and seeing sounds, this was everything that Alyssa could put into words. Pure MDMA was different from when it was laced with another drug of choice, the powder hit them faster than a pill would and she didn’t know if she was grateful or regretful of the decision to roll with Tynen. At first she hadn’t been, as they’d danced and jumped and had simple, innocent fun. Now? Now she couldn’t think of anything but the way his fingertips felt like they were leaving burning trails against her tingling skin, feeling so hot that she almost checked to see if he was leaving burn scars until he caught her attention. The words took her a moment to process, the siren of a girl too distracted by the fullness of his lips, the softness of his tawny skin as she trailed her own fingertips down the length of his forearm. “Why not?” She tilts her head, grinning as a tune from her childhood began to play in her head. “Why not,” she repeated, this time in a singsong voice and giggling as she danced slightly in her place. Alyssa caught his eyes again, still grinning and letting out a over dramatic sigh. “I didn’t want to be alone. Pearl and Bradley had dates and I didn’t want to be the.... fifth wheel or whatever,” she shrugs, cupping his cheeks. “But you asked, and I like you, so I said yes,” she laughs, leaning over to place a kiss to his nose. “Why did you ask? she counters.