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[littlelionghost]

» never again. || leo & kevin

( @teenburn0ut )

                               ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ  /pəˈzesiv/                                                             adj. demanding someone’s total attention and love.

Eight months. For eight months Kevin had been gone. Eight months Leo had been given to be angry, upset, and lonely, to lash out at anyone and everyone around him because why did they deserve to be happy when he wasn’t? Where’d he been when his uncle had decided to split, hm? Did Kevin not realize that the call wasn’t his alone to make? If anything it was Leo’s decision, and Leo had already decided that Kevin was NEVER allowed to leave the property --- not unless he could leave with him.

Of course Spencer was at the top of ‘the blame list’ for Kevin’s sudden and untimely disappearance. He’d been the one to sign him up for school after all, giving his uncle permission to vacate the premises for eight hours a day, he’d probably been the one to drive Kevin away this time, too --- and it definitely didn’t help his case when he chose to keep him in the dark about the whole situation. Leo wasn’t an idiot, just the spawn of one; he was bound to connect the dots and discover the truth sooner or later.

But what really gave it away was when he kept getting a different answer from Spencer each time the question had been asked: ‘Where’s Kevin?’ --- the last, most simple, being: ‘He’ll come back soon’. Well ‘soon’ wasn’t SOON enough. Days had gone by, weeks, and still there’d been no sign of his uncle. It didn’t take long for Leo to come to the conclusion that Kevin had skedaddled and may never come back… and that hurt. It hurt because Kevin was his mentor, his uncle, his best friend. Compared to Spencer, he was the only family member Leo felt mentally compatible with. They were like kindred spirits; he wasn’t allowed to just up and leave.

It’d been about a week or so since Kevin had gotten back, but it’d been months that Leo had been planning, watching, waiting. The opportunity presented itself TONIGHT; his dad had chosen to spend it in the library with Violet, and Kevin looked to be heading towards the van alone. It was time. Keeping invisible, off in the bushes, Leo watched at a distance as his uncle seemed to be walking across the front lawn. Quietly, patiently, he kept at bay, waiting for him to enter the van --- and then for hours he’d wait. To pull this off successfully, he required patience; Kevin would have to be asleep.

[busylikeabee]

» like strawberries. || bee & alex

( @wickedhaunter )

“ Ugh, ” Bee expelled a quiet groan. A hand creeping up, she cupped the side of her head, all movements soft and slow. What the hell happened last night? TONS and TONS of alcohol... clearly --- her aching head told her as much, but events that may or may not have transpired were hazy. She could barely remember a thing… not that she was really trying at this very moment, her primary directive being to keep as still as possible.

A particular face had managed to slip between the seams however, no thinking required. A shorter, feisty brunette with a stomach of steel and the features of a GREEK GODDESS --- Alex. Yes, Alex. She’d spent the entire night with her. And what a night it was… if only she could remember it. A smile managed to make its way onto her face still as trimmed fingernails slipped between tangled, sugar-coated weaves of gold.

She’d pop an eye open to take a peak, look to see if she was still accompanied by the brunette and maybe figure out just where she’d wound up passing out for the night --- but Christ, the room was BRIGHT as SHIT and she hadn’t even opened her eyes yet. FUCK that for now, at least.

A coming ray of sunshine passing over her eyes, meant as a happy hello but interpreted as a giant FUCK YOU, was quick to take her smile away and have her eyes shutting tighter than before. Jesus, had she passed out directly under a heat lamp that some asshole had just walked by and turned on? It didn’t take long for her to sit up in hopes it’d get her out of its path... and it did, but what a goddamn mistake moving AT ALL was. Immediately, her head began to POUND, like it’d just been waiting for her to fuck up. Entire body tensing at the pain, her mouth dropped open. “ Oh… ” She breathed, sick, after that first intense throb.

Finally opening her eyes to a slit, blue hues peered across the area curiously --- vision blurred, the lanky blonde gripped on to the edge of the mattress... only then realizing she was on a bed. A prominent taste of something sweet, fruity, like strawberries as her tongue brushed against the roof of her mouth, furrowing brows as every sensation seemed to hit her at once.

The next painful throb had her deciding to get up. New primary directive: find Tylenol. Blinking the room in, it came slow, but she was fairly surprised when it did as she found the room was her own. Curious... usually she’d wind up everywhere but --- outside on the trampoline, on the tops of cars, in the garden, once on the roof… even she couldn’t explain that one. ‘Outside’ seemed to be the general theme, though.

Everything was nice, quiet, calm… at first; no one around, perfect for the worst hangover ever... up until her roommate’s alarm went off --- the radio started up, a particularly LOUD rock song spilling out of the small speakers into the room. Bee cringed, immediately throwing her hands up over her ears. On her feet, she hurried across to shut it off. Well, she was awake NOW. Horribly, horribly awake. She looked over to her sorority room’s bathroom then, located just a few feet away. Perhaps relief was closer than she thought; there had to be a few pills left from the bottle in the medicine cabinet.

Her aching head had momentarily derailed her train of thought… or at least what little there was of it. She’d found out where she was, her room, now where was the girl she’d partied with all night? The question was answered almost as quickly as it was asked when Bee entered the bathroom to find the brunette passed out in her shower. A small quirk of her brow as she held onto door frame to keep steady; the tall sorority sister flashed a smirk down at the girl before slowly starting over to the sink --- however her attention was deterred once more upon hearing Alex begin to wake.

Eyes shooting over to the girl, body turned to face her. “ Alex…? ” She asked --- tone a little louder than what she would’ve personally appreciated upon first waking up; Bee took a few steps closer to the shower’s opening, “ ...Alex, are you all right? ”

[busylikeabee]

( @bovalentine )

For twenty-two minutes she’d been sitting there at the bus stop; no reason... other than she was still suffering from a pretty bad hangover after a night of drinking --- and every couple blocks she’d to sit down and gather herself again. Unfortunately, she’d caught the attention of a particularly unwanted male specimen, and for THIRTEEN of those TWENTY-TWO MINUTES, he’d been desperately trying to woo her.

‘…So what’s a pretty thing like you waitin’ around for a bus for?’ Head tilted in all its heaviness, clearly disinterested, she took a moment to think. “ Uh… well, I’d like to get home... and my car’s in the shop, so… ” A lie. She wasn’t completely sure why she’d said it, but it’d been said. A shake of his head, he took a step closer. ‘Hm, no, you know what I think? I think God himself sent you down to sit here today so we’d have a chance to meet.’

Aaaannnnd just like that, she’d tuned out --- though to be fair, she’d never really been ‘tuned in’. Regardless of her THROBBING headache, this beefy muscle head was nowhere near her type; for Bee was into men of scrawnier stature.

A look up to the heavens, the tired blonde couldn’t help but throw out an obvious eye roll. “ …Guess fucking so. ” Heavy sarcasm. Politeness be DAMNED. If only she had the STRENGTH to get up and walk away now.

Looking past the man as he commented on her 'rudeness’, Bee happened to catch the sight of a small brunette lugging an oxygen tank behind her across the street, and she immediately perked up. A very strong recollection of once wrapping her arms around the girl, comforting her after a doctor’s appointment had come to mind. “ Bo? ” She called. What an actual Godsend. Christ, she hadn’t seen her in MONTHS. “ Bo! ” She called again --- her hands placed at the sides of her face this time, corners of her lips curling.

[teamfreakazoid]

( @the-dudemeister )

A glower befell the tiny brunette, standing beside Mr. Faulkner as he (yet again) stepped in to belittle her while she was trying to help a customer. ‘Oh, McKenzie, no. It’s not Jaws of Hakkon, it’s Hands of Nexxis. You should know that. I’m terribly sorry…’ Yes... yes, she DOES know that --- and it was Jaws of Hakkon, not fucking Hands of Nexxis. For God’s sake, she’d played that DLC over a thousand times! Why was even here today? Darry and her were more than capable to handle the store on their own.

‘Why did we even hire you if you don’t know the name of a simple DLC pack, hm? It sure wasn’t for your height.’ A smug little smile; Mr. Faulkner began to turn away after the boy had walked off --- that was the LAST time he was going to make her look like an IDIOT in front of a customer today.

Rather quickly, ‘Why was he even here today?’ turned into ‘Why was he on this EARTH?’ And before McKenzie knew it, she was grabbing from the toy bin and starting after the FUCKER --- only to get grabbed at on her forearm by a rather familiar, large, yet skinny hand. Forced to a stop, the angry brunette balled her hands into fists. What was this… the third time today she’d tried to attack Mr. Faulkner only to be thwarted by Darien Freakin’ Dudemeister? All she wanted to do was to BASH their boss’s head in with a plastic toy light saber, was that so much to ask?

“ Dammit, Dudemeister! ” She voiced --- her tone quiet, enough for only him to hear, but harsh as she watched Satan’s literal reincarnation pick his teeth and walk off, whipping her head around a moment after. “ LET ME END THIS. ” Burning brown hues fixing up on the tall brunette, she was only half serious… probably. The fact that this act of violence just might get her FIRED not even entering the equation, she was just so tired of his bullshit.

[zenlikelen]

( @aurora-archambault )

Lennon was nervous. GOD, how he was nervous. Over the past couple of weeks, he’d been pumping himself up to ask a very pretty girl a very important question --- and this afternoon he was going to finally POP it. “ Aurora… ” he began, green eyes flashing up, “ …will you go to prom with me? ...No, no the pause was too long, crap! ” Probably the… twelfth time he’d tried that in the mirror? Jesus, he didn’t know; he’d lost count. A shake of his head, he took a step back to redo… again.

He’d sent her a text a little over thirty minutes ago, asking her to come to his house. He was completely losing it, just waiting. It felt like HOURS had gone by... so when he finally heard the doorbell, his head literally perked up like a dog’s. Panic setting in, he jumped to a stance as if a fire had just broken out and he was trying to locate the nearest exit. Quickly, he rushed to the door of his room--… No! Wait! He HAD to check his hair. Back over to the mirror, he straightened it out --- a little lock gone awry. Okay, now he was ready.

Chest heaving, he opened his door and hurried down the stairs. Jumping off the last step, he rushed across the foyer, over to the front door, and swung it open --- all in about eight seconds. Hadn’t given himself a chance to BREATHE, so he stood there looking just a little bit like a psycho; wide eyes and heavy breathing. A sudden gulp, brows rising, Lennon sent a small smile her way as his breath slowly caught up with him. “ Aurora… hey. ”

[busylikeabee]

( @teenburn0ut )

It was a surprise when her parents heard about the serial killer hovering around the neighborhood and swept her away. They never seemed to pay much attention to anything going on in Bee’s life, well… until there was danger, apparently. She’d been kept away from the Murder House for four weeks --- and truth be told, it CRUSHED her. She loved the house and was eager to get back.

Tires skimming the curb, the long black limo came to a stop --- Bee’s hand already tugging on the door handle as blue hues played across the haunting building through the car window. As the driver finally set the vehicle in park, the blonde threw the door open and immediately rushed out onto the sidewalk… though upon spotting Kevin in the front yard, she paused.

What a sight for sore eyes. She hadn’t expected to see the boy back at the house for quite some time, not after what he went through --- though in that moment, all she could think about was running over and pouncing on him… which is exactly what she did. Suddenly starting forward, across the barrier, the lanky blonde reached out for the kid and surprised him with a hug, promptly holding on for dear life so she wouldn’t fall.

[cockyhorrorshow--archive]

( @beautifulbasketcase )

It’d been two weeks since the place had been turned into a safe house, two weeks since the killer was even mentioned in the media --- and as it seemed the last of the cops circled the property, a blasé Spencer finally deemed it safe to refurbish his van with his ˗ˏˋ glorious weed ˎˊ˗.

In the front yard, only his lower half perched out of the vehicle as he set the last of his plants in their place within. There was work ahead. For the four, nearing five weeks, they hadn’t gotten the luxury they had when stationed in his trash can on wheels. No grow lights, air filter, heater --- though that’s not to say Spencer didn’t try to fetch said objects for his lil’ green cutie pies.

First he attempted his usual take on getting from Point A to Point B, a casual stroll --- but the moment he stepped foot outside the cops were on him like flies on shit and he was led back inside. That’s when he attempted g h o s t i n g… but that didn’t end well, never does. His misdirection nearly getting him found out; it wasn’t the safest idea but DAMMIT he’d been desperate.

Making sure his babies were tended to had been a top priority during the whole, what many referred to as, ‘ ordeal ’ --- and the reason he may have appeared relatively absent for the majority of it.

A glimpse at Nat walking down the sidewalk through the front windshield had him leaning out then. There she was. He hadn’t seen her since ‘ the whole ordeal ’; half of him didn’t expect to for at least another week, or when all the excitement had completely died out and the house was just haunted again. The way she’d acted during was nothing short of peculiar… in his perspective. Her body signals sang a song of fear. He assumed she'd just been nervous about the mysterious killer --- which, truthfully, wasn’t Nat’s way -- the FEARLESS girl -- but that’s all he really had to go on.

The lanky brunette stood upright --- his head poking over the roof of the van, “ Hey! ” He called, a teasing tone, “ You know the killer’s gone now, right? You can relax. ”