I want to belong to someone Someone who can take my heart home
Michael Emerson | 23 | Santa Carla 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🏁 / ⋆ ۪
✚ older (and cooler) brother to @ireadcomix67
✚ @davidisnotlost lies about biting
✚ I ♡ my bike
✚ personally the reason Star's cortisol is so high
✚ I've got time to kill
✚ boyfriend collector (re: @highvamp69 | @boardwalk-anarchist)
✚ bisexual and scared
✚ asks are encouraged!
yo, Cain here, same shit different fandom lmao
basically, I'm here cause I'm gay (for biter boyfriend) and can't like any kind of media normally. been doing rp one on one for about 6 (almost 7) years and am pretty much open to any plotline.
activity may fluctuate, cause vibes. healthy mix of Musical!Micheal and the books/movies. Mun is an adult (20), he/him but it really ain't that deep.
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As of now I (the mod) should be gone for around twelve days and will not be able to interact for reasons I will not explain further because it’s just really irrelevant.
an old lost boys thing i did last june!! realized now would probably be a good time to post it,, even tho im not super satisfied with it BUT WHO CARES ITS OCTOBER ITS MY FAV MOVIE ITS VAMPIRES!!!!!! HELL YEAH >:)
It's loud. Too loud. Micheal isn't even sure how he got here, but then again, he never does.
It all just became too much too fast. One minute he'd been on his way to the cave with Marko and the next — Well. It all just started to set in. Soaking deep into his bones as his gums started to itch. The high he'd been riding was taking a turn and he didn't know who he was anymore.
Everything was wrong. His body didn't feel like his own. It was changing so fast - like dirt moving from underneath his feet. He couldn't catch up. He was dying.
He'd never died before, but he's pretty sure this is what it feels like. His body shutting down rapidly. He couldn't have anyone seeing him - let alone the boys, or heaven forbid, star. There was no way he could explain this. Backed into a corner, he did what he always does. He ran.
The feeling of his worn sneakers hitting the dirt had been enough to drive him insane on its own. His clothes were hot. The fabric scraping against his sensitive skin. His chest too small and his body too heavy. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere because in his search for answers, he's somehow ended up in a seedy looking nightclub.
The colorful lights were stabbing. The music pounden in his skull and he's pretty sure if one more person brushes up against him, he's going to start crying. He'd been looking for some peace. Just to escape because he can still feel strangers blood turning in his stomach. Smell his cologne. The thump of his heartbeat slowing down as he drained him. The pure relief. The sight of the strangers waxy skin. Pale and slick from his last moments being nothing but agony.
He was going to throw up. He needed a bathroom or maybe a dark corner (that didn't have people sucking face in them).
Shouldering his way into the awful smelling public bathroom. He leaned against the rotted door, squeezing his eyes shut to ignore the buzzing of the light bulb. How was he going to explain this to Mom? Sammy is going to be so pissed and his friends might actually kill Micheal. He swallowed the lump in his throat, patting his jeans down for his phone. Great. Must've lost it in his hungry daze.
His head fell back against the door with a thump. Tears welling up in his eyes he realised he was alone again. There's nowhere for him to go. No one he could call or talk to about this - shit he can't breath - Star's never talking to him again if she find out and the only other option won't understand why he's so upset - the room is spinning, he's going to faint - If he just fought back. If he hadn't been so weak. Maybe moving was a mistake - his head is pounding, he can't breath - Nothing changed and now he's just lost - he's dying. He has to be dying, there's no way people survive this - He has no friends, no family, just a molding bathroom he can't even escape from because it doesn't have a fucking window! That can't be up to code at all! What kind of club doesn't have an escape route!?
His mental rant was interrupted by a groan coming from the stall adjacent to him. Nearly jumping out of his skin when a person comes stumbling out of it a second later.