Basic dni lol. Run by a minor, most ocs are minors so no outright NSFW, but suggestive is fine
Riley Info:
Name: Riley Elizabeth Morgan
Age: fluctuates depending on rp between 14-16
Height: 5'3
Sexuality+pronouns: Pansexual. Open to poly relationships, she/her
Tagged w “Riley ____ 🧡”
Mia info:
Name: Mia Rose Jacobs
Age: 16
Height: 6'0.
Sexuality+pronouns: Pansexual, she/her but doesn't mind she/they
Tagged w “Mia ____ 💚”
Kai info:
Name: Kai Marie Miller
Age: 15
Height: 5'0
Sexuality+gender: Gay, he/they/it, transmasc
Tagged w “Kai ____ 🐈⬛“
Lucille Info:
Name: Lucille Hawthorne
Age: 17
Height: 5'7 (without platforms bc she wears them 24/7)
Sexuality+pronouns: Unlabeled, she/they
Tagged w “Lucille ____ ❣️“
Micah info:
Name: Micah (Foster)
Age: 20
Height: 5'11
Sexuality+gender: Gay, he/they transmasc
Tagged w “Micah ___ 💙”
Violet info:
Name: Violet Jones
Age: 16
Height: 5'6
sexuality: lesbian
tagged w “Violet ____ 💉”
Tw: this blog may contain disturbing things such as: SA, abuse, alcohol, murder, language, violence, suicide, cannibalism and other things of the sort.
Sitting up from the luxurious poolside chair, Violet lifted her sunglasses off her face to examine her girlfriend properly. She looked heavenly in that designer bikini; The green matched her eyes perfectly. Violet forcibly peeled her eyes off her and peered into the blue waters of the ocean instead.
“Going on a VIP cruise in February across the country. I figured it would leave a dent in your bank account.” Violet playfully suggested. She had a feeling she knew the answer all too well.
Evelyn lifted her sunglasses from the brim of her nose and dusted the hair from her face. “Not much, really. When I was much younger, my family tended to board these ships almost every month.” She politely clapped to gain the waitress’s attention from across the deck. Without even asking, the young woman scurried over and refilled both their drinks. “Why, are you worried that this will indebt you to me in some way?”
Subconsciously that surely could be the reason for her overwhelming feelings of discomfort. In a way, Violet felt as though she would never be able to repay her girlfriend for experiences such as these. This was a simple Valentine’s Day date — Violet could never muster up a present worth as much as this no matter how much money she saved up. Falling short like that bothered her.
Taking a sip of her drink, Violet tried her best not to express these negative thoughts that were circulating in her mind. After all, there would be nothing Evelyn could do to ease her worries. “No, not at all! I’m really enjoying it. I’ve never been on a cruise before.”
A smirk rose up on Evelyn’s lips. “Then you’ve never experienced a jacuzzi before, correct? Come on! It’s the best part of this whole trip!” Her eyes glowed like stars in the night sky, collecting her belongings in her arms to ensure she had them during their stay at the hot tub. Violet’s amusement only grew when seeing her struggle to carry everything in one go.
“Need any help, beautiful?”
Nearly dropping her bag of sunscreen, lotions, and various ointments for the skin, Evelyn let out a nervous giggle. “Maybe…”
After sorting everything out between the two of them, they wandered off in the direction of the jacuzzi. Violet was amazed by the sheer size of the ship. The fancy architecture, the wonderful services, the serene atmosphere of the other guests, everything was simply tranquil. She felt as though she was in pure heaven even before they arrived at their destination.
Violet realized almost instantly that they were the only ones who were occupying that side of the boat. No guests, no staff, nothing. Heat rose to her face from the thought of spending any sort of intimate time together, although she knew that it would be nothing close to physical. [Evelyn was still discontent with any physical affection at the time. The most they’d ever done was hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek.]
Surprisingly enough, Evelyn didn’t seem too frightened about any kind of grime or germs that could be inside the water. She gave the outer deck a close inspection to assure herself that it wasn’t contaminated with any sort of worrisome bacteria before standing beside Violet and patiently waited for her approval of the tub. Seeing this, Violet dipped her feet into the water to show her authorization.
“I don’t believe it’s all too dirty. Violet, are there any viruses that could kill me if I enter a public jacuzzi? Well, I should mention that it’s a VIP jacuzzi…” she rambled onward, puzzled on whether or not to be anxious. “There haven’t been any sort of disease infested children in here.”
“It’ll be alright. Since it’s at such a high temperature, it should kill the majority of bacteria anyway.” Violet reassured her with a loving smile. She absolutely doted on the way Evelyn’s expressions shifted and wavered while she was deep in thought. “Do you want me to go in first?”
“Would you?”
“Mhm! I’ll test it out.”
Evelyn’s brows furrow with worry from the suggestion that this was a mere experiment. “Do be careful. I don’t want you to be infected by any lethal bacteria…”
A ridiculous statement, of course, but Violent knew better than to blame her. She was dealing with her fear shockingly well compared to other recent instances anyhow. She considered herself lucky to be able to watch such beautiful growth in such a short amount of time.
Entering the warm water, Violet instantaneously felt like all the burdens on her shoulders had been uplifted. She made sure to display her visible relaxation on her countenance to further convey her point of safety. Evelyn watched like a starving hawk.
“It’s all good!” she bubbled, allowing her hair to soak up all the moisture from the bubbly water.
Evelyn swallowed hard. Gradually lowering her feet back into the body of water, she inhaled as if it were acid. When nothing caused her pain or distress, she allowed herself to let out a deep breath and loosen up her tense shoulders. “I’m scared…”
“It’s okay. I got you.” Violet assured her gently, raising her arms to gesture that she’d be willing to assist her in submerging the rest of her body into the water. When she realized how silly it was to expect Evelyn to trust in her touch, she swiftly shoved her hands back into the water with a hue of pink dust rising on her cheeks. “Just take things slow. Don’t force yourself.”
By the time those words escaped her lips, the waterline was up to Evelyn’s knees. Even a blind man could see how nervous she was. Violet was in awe and a spiral of confusion while trying to understand what it was that inspired her girlfriend to take such sudden risks. Any other day, she would’ve passed by the time the water touched her toes.
Pulling her hair up into a neat and tight bun, Evelyn was seemingly preparing herself to completely devote herself to the part. Violet couldn’t resist the instinct to keep her hands out just in case she needed assistance getting in. “You’re doing great, Ev. Just d—!”
Before she could say anything else, Evelyn was in her arms with a huge splash. Violet had assumed she had fallen in and crashed into her on accident. That’s why she was beyond stunned to feel her soft arms wrap around her shoulders purposefully. Blush erupted on her face in less than a second.
“E-Evelyn!” she gasped, unsure of what to do in such a situation. While her heart begged her to reciprocate the physical affection by embracing her, her brain clashed against doing so. She sat there like a deer in headlights, eyes wider than saucers when realizing just how close Evelyn’s face was to her own. Her heart thrashed against her ribcage like a drum.
“I’m scared about putting my feet on the ground…” Evelyn confessed, explaining why she was grasping onto her girlfriend for dear life. “I-I can’t see it.”
Understanding the situation now, Violet felt as though it was only fair to ask permission before touching her anymore. “Okay, okay, don’t be scared. Do you want me to hold you?”
Evelyn’s soft hands met the back of her girlfriend’s bare neck. The skin to skin contact sent waves of revitalization that she didn’t know existed. Blush rose to her face just as it did to Violet’s. “If it’s not too much trouble…”
So that’s how Evelyn ended up on her girlfriend’s lap for a whole hour. Violet sat down on the designated ledge submerged in water, resting her chin on Evelyn’s shoulder while assuring her hands were frozen in place. She didn’t want to frighten her more by caressing her back or rubbing her skin the wrong way, so she was sure to be as still as a statue. Evelyn, on the other hand, was curious about her girlfriend’s physical attributes. Her scent, her touch, her looks — Everything was different up close. Anxiety was eating away at her, sure, but she knew that Violet was someone she could trust to be clean. She hadn’t trusted someone to be clean in years. In fact, Violet was the first person to have ever touched her in eight years.
“…You okay, Evelyn?”
“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay.” Evelyn exclaimed with flushed cheeks. “I’m just…thinking. I haven’t touched skin in so long. Maybe that’s a weird thing to say or rather simply odd? I’m unsure. But it makes me feel happy.”
Violet laughed a little, finally gathering the courage to stroke her back. “You’re doing so well, Ev. I’m proud of you.”
Her words engraved themselves into her mind. And although her heart was racing out of her chest like a little rabbit, she wasn’t afraid. Not at all.
Valentine’s Day overcasted Woodlyn City rather quickly once the month of February was declared. Heart-shaped chocolates on every shelf, arrangements of pink, red, and white flowers prepared in bouquets, songs of love and pure adoration playing on every radio station, and the endless variety of couples showing their true colors in public. Some held hands, some shared milkshakes, some embraced, some flirted, and there were times where a tender kiss would be shared between the pair. Depending on whose eyes the couple encapsulated, it was fair to say the majority of people found this to be beautiful. Not Mia. Mia thought that shit was irritating.
Holiday after holiday, attempt after attempt, Mia was always bombarded with presents and treats from desperate strangers. However, there was one contestant who stood out amongst the crowd — A certain secret admirer that wrote devoting and elegant poems for her eyes to feast on, left all her favorite candies and flowers, and above all, was the most persistent for years on end. The admirer even wrote to her before she started dating Carl; Although they stood no chance now. No one could take the engraved piece of Carl Alexander Mason from her heart.
And as she did every year, Mia encountered the same dilemma. She marched up to her beat-up locker, dented from the various times she had to kick it when the lock jammed, and ripped it open impatiently. The inside of the door had pictures of her boyfriend taped on it, his appearance deviating depending upon the year it was captured. But no matter how dark his eye bags were or how weak his smile was in the past, it was evidently still him. That’s why she was pissed off to see that the same Valentine admirer dropped off his load of presents.
“What the fuckkk…” Mia groaned, snatching her bag from the hook and stuffing all the belongings she needed to have before going home for the weekend. Nothing educational of course. Only her car keys, wallet, and Carl’s jacket that he couldn’t fit into his own messy locker. After collecting everything of use, she snatched the Valentine’s gift and slammed her door. It became a tradition to show Carl what she received. After all, she didn’t want him to think she was being secretive about it and plant distrust in his mind. (He was already stressed out as is.)
When she exited the school after running down at least two girls for walking too damn slow, she saw her cute boyfriend waiting for her in the parking lot. Slouched against a tree and pretending to text someone on his phone so he didn’t look pathetic, he visibly shivered from the crisp February air. Mia laughed to herself. Who was he trying to convince?
Sneaking up behind him, she prepared herself to utterly destroy that facade he built. She blended in perfectly with the group of people heading toward their cars before stealthily ambushing him from behind, smacking his ass with all her might. As she expected, Carl jumped and yelped like a little girl.
“Hey-hey-heyyyy, freckle-butt!”
“M-Mia!” He instinctively covered his mouth with his hand once he realized how stupid he sounded while whining like that. With rosy cheeks, he snatched his jacket from her arm and threw it on to hide his identity. But by then, it was far too late. Everyone in Woodlyn High knew who Mia Jacob’s boyfriend was. They’d be damned if they didn’t.
Roughly giving him a pat on the back, she laughed hysterically. “Whaaat, you embarrassed? Haha, just like when you c—!”
“Shut the hell up.” Carl shoved her away, scurrying to her car in order to avoid all the eyes they drew in from the scene. He yanked on the door handles repeatedly until they finally sprung open, causing him to topple back a little bit from the sudden release. Then, he hopped in without another word. Mia had to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes from laughing.
When she got into the driver seat, there was a long silence. Carl tucked his arms into his chest and pouted as Mia readied the vehicle, humming to herself proudly. Because at the end of the day, she knew Carl was too much of a wuss to complain about it. He liked it. He wouldn’t admit that, but he definitely did.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, mi amor. Let’s swing by your place to drop all this shit off real quick, ‘kay?” Mia purred, her eyes lingering on his small frame for a moment or two longer than usual.
Carl cocked his eyebrows in surprise. “We’re going somewhere?”
“Mmh, I have a place in mind.”
It was impossible to deny that voice. Blushing heavier than he was before, Carl grinned to himself and looked out the foggy window. He didn’t know what she was planning but telling by her tone, it was going to be good.
Shortly after they sharply turned onto the road in order to beat all the buses from passing first, Mia’s voice arose from the sound of raindrops smashing against her windshield. It wasn’t as playful as it was before, revealing that typical rough side of her again. In a way, Carl found it appealing. “That fucking prick left something in my locker again. Read me what that shit says.”
Carl blinked in disbelief a few times before grabbing the pile of pink and red presents, examining them closely. Taped onto the box of chocolates was a pretty envelope. He peeled it off and tore it open with heat rising on the back of his neck, his fingers trembling as he pulled the little card out. Mia peered over for a second before focusing back onto the traffic in front of her.
“I don’t really wanna…”
“Why not?”
Although her voice had softened slightly, he still tensed up from the sound of it. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He never wanted to disappoint her. But then again, in circumstances like these, he couldn’t help but stall out until he fell into the line of being a complete and utter loser. He stammered and laughed between each stuttered word, afraid to make her upset. But she wasn’t. She couldn’t be.
“It’s okay, baby. If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t gotta.” Mia assured him. She felt sort of gross being so sappy toward someone, even if she was hopelessly in love with him. Nevertheless, she held her ground with a compassionate smile.
Carl practically melted. “Okay…”
Then the topic reared off into another conversation during their ten minute journey home. They spoke about their day, flirted with each other a little, and suddenly Carl was rambling about aliens for whatever reason. (Mia couldn’t even remember why at that point. All she knew was that aliens could inhabit their universe in a second if they wanted to and that Carl’s expressions were adorable when he was excited.) When they pulled into the driveway, he calmed down a bit and prepared to make a run for it so he wouldn’t get as wet from the rain, finishing his alien documentary with a dreary sigh.
“People who don’t believe aliens are dumb as hell. Like, how could there not be aliens? Even if they were real small or weak or whatever, there’s no possible way that humans are the only form of intelligent life out there. Y’know? Like, literally how could it just be nothing for universes and universes away?”
Mia tapped her finger on the steering wheel with a firm nod. “Right.”
“And yeah, there’s aliens on Earth. There I said it. That’s why we should have an annual belly button check to see who’s the goddamn aliens, man! It’s that simple! ‘Cause y’know what? Mr. Rich is not fucking passing that test! Not a chance in hell, dude.”
“Right. Yeah. But what if they like…morphed their body into having a belly button so that they could blend in?”
Throwing his hood back on and grabbing the handle, Carl let out a stressed sigh as if his life were in danger right at that moment. “I’ll have to think about that one…but trust me, I’ma get answers.”
With that, he ran through the light rain and up to the front door. Mia observed his every movement with a stupid smile stuck to her face. He was such a loser — But he was her loser. There wasn’t a day that went by without her thanking God for how lucky she was to be with a guy like him. She could listen to him for hours and never get bored. She could play video games that weren’t even down her alley and still be on cloud nine. She could feel his touch or look into his eyes and never get over the addictive sensation. Carl was truly the best aspect of her life. She couldn’t imagine a world without him.
A minute went by, then a few more, and then the door swung open to reveal Carl receiving a tender kiss on the cheek from his mother. She waved at Mia with a bright smile, her ginger curls bouncing energetically from the pure amount of joy she felt when seeing her son so happy. Mia waved back while watching Carl shamefully rushing back to the car with furrowed eyebrows and a red face.
Once Carl hopped in and his mother shut the front door, his rapid panting rang throughout the interior of her vehicle. That blissful sound was familiar. Mia smirked from the thought.
“I told my mom I’d probably be gone for the night,” Carl explained as he fixed his messy hair in the rear view mirror, “so we have as much time as we want.”
“Good, you’ll be gone all night.”
“Uh…why?”
Mia spared him a glance with that same playful smirk glued to her lips, batting her eyelashes a little while pondering on it. “I booked us a hotel suite.”
There was a pause for a moment. Carl examined her facial expression to ensure he wasn’t being played before letting out an airless laugh, his sage eyes glowing with contentment. “Really?! Dude, how—?!”
“I’m Alyssa Bell and you’re Ben Dover, okay?”
Fake ids. While Carl probably should’ve known better than to believe she got it fairly, he was still surprised to hear it. Leaning back in his seat and trying to relax the best he could knowing how hectic that night was going to be, he couldn't help but laugh again.
“Ben Dover? Really?”
“Yeah. ‘Cause that’s what you’re gonna be doing all night.”
“M-Mia!”
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The couple arrived and checked into their room at six thirty. It was pretty easy to figure that those four hours were spent on nothing but evaluating every inch of the mattress. By the end of it, Carl had noticed that there was a slight indent in the headboard from the amount of times it previously smashed against the wall, which worsened by the end of it. Although he never saw how much worse it got because after their last session, Mia washed him up and then he was out cold. Every hickey he had began to transition into a purplish-red color as he slept away, his rosy cheeks becoming restored with his pale complexion and dark freckles. His messy curls, however, were strewn across the satin pillows and unable to be positioned properly. Mia had gripped the strands so much that it stuck up a little at the top. (She thought it was the cutest thing ever.)
As he slept off all the excitement he endured, Mia cradled him into her lap and went through the presents he gifted her with. She adored everything, other than the way he continued to apologize for not getting more expensive stuff. Mia could care less about the price tag — Besides that, she knew that his family wasn’t well off. She was honestly surprised that he managed to get what he did.
After examining everything for the fifth time and gushing over it to herself, she set all of it up nicely on the nightstand and planted a kiss on his forehead. It wasn’t until she was going to settle down for the night too that she caught sight of the gifts from her secret admirer. Her face scrunched up from the thought.
“I don’t really wanna…”
Mia hated it whenever he made that face.
Snatching it from the floor and tearing open the red envelope once more, her curiosity swirled into a nasty knot. She wanted to know what it said to make him have such a sour reaction.
Her eyes scanned the words for a moment.
. . .
That moment melted into what felt like forever.
. . .
Her face heated up, a smile sliding onto her lips as she read it over and over again. It was so adorable that she even had to shake Carl up to review it with her.
“Baby…”
“…Mmh?” Carl questioned with a muffled voice, his face buried in her thighs.
Understanding that he was much too exhausted to thoroughly discuss the matter, Mia instead put the card up and repositioned their former placement, letting him lay across her tummy like a teddy bear. He embraced her without hesitation, burying his face into the crook of her neck.
“I love you.” Mia stroked his hair and closed her eyes, pleased with how the day went.
And even though he didn’t reply back, she knew he loved her too. That’s what he said in the card for all these years. Despite being with her, knowing that he could’ve just given those presents to her directly, he didn’t. He was too scared to tell her that the secret admirer was him all along. That he wrote those bad poems about her, that he scribbled down those sentiments and meant every word of it, that he spent every last penny of his allowance buying her expensive chocolates and flowers, and that he loved her so very much. That’s why he didn’t want to read it — Because he didn’t want to admit it to her directly.
