@zalimonium submitted: I just had a dream about being the LL. But um, kinda takes a bad turn.
So I was at some like planned get away by the three leaders of a sports club or something that I was in. But each of the three teams were bunked separately and could interact in the Halls of the hotel/lobby/convention floor. Sort of keeping each team spirits together while letting each person relax and mingle. Sadly none of the boys were on the teams, it was kinda like a the vacation from them. (Expect Q because who leaves there phone behind?) And generally everything went well between the fun little rivalries and competitions the got started from the teams. The leaders made sure to keep it in check. But on the last day all the teams got drunk and partied.
And while I wasn’t drunk I was intoxicated enough to allow for someone to do some slow dirty dancing between me. When I didn’t pull away he took it as a sign that I was into him and started to feel me up on the dance area. Being the 110% touch starved person I am and tispy I once again didn’t pull away. Then that’s when he went for my neck, it is the SPOT man. I let out a moan before slowly opening my eyes to see blue across the room at the door in what I thought was disgust. He bolted realising I was looking at him and I tried to chase but lost him.
On the flip side I didn’t know that the house boys were there to surprised me and congratulate me and my team for a job well done. Blue was sent out by the boys to find me since he was the most excitable but he couldn’t handle seeing me out in the open with a guy hanging on me like he was trying to have sex with me. And too him the face I had was pure pleasure. It broke his heart and he ran past the other skeletons crying to hide. Most followed him but red turned to where blue came from to see what the hell just happened.
Well when I couldn’t find blue I just ran away myself, I hid and cried because he was just so disgusted with me I thought. It just confirmed how gross i was for being so touch starved but opening up to people lead to this? Being a little tispy allowed my thoughts to continue without me reality checking myself. I started to claw at the skin on my neck making it bleed, feeling disgusted with myself as my phone was going crazy but I ingored it in favor of having a panic attack.
Well after I left the confused guy who didn’t see blue he figured I was just caught by my boyfriend or something. He got both a devilish idea since i was from a different team and mad that I lead him on while having a boyfriend… He started to Graffiti various areas about me being a slut or how I’m a bad lay. And while the other teams started to see the messages about me someone else came upon them. Red.
Red, ready to beat someone in the ground he demanded people to tell him who did this but either people we’re to scared or to loyal to there teammates to rat. Red went back to blue and demanded to know what he saw… WHO he saw. But blue didn’t get a chance to see the guy’s face. It was buried in my hair as he was on my neck.
I woke up there, the boys all panicking to find me or the guy slandering my name on the walls.
the tortoise’s two cents:
You sat in a little nook, hidden from view behind some stairs. That bastard you’d been dancing with was either drunker than you thought or just inherently an asshole because he’d taken the sharpies everyone was using to sign each others club memory books and written slander about you on the convention center’s walls. You’d passed one with your name and the word “TEASE” with a little cartoon penis drawn above it as you attempted to avoid everyone, which had only made things worse.
Thankfully, it was the last day of the event, so you could go home tomorrow, and–
You curl up, suppressing a sob that threatens to rip through you at the thought. How can you go back to the lodge and face them after this? After you hurt Blue? After they all have you that confused look as you ran past them?
After they read the walls?
You’re a mixture of mortified and horrified, and all you wanted was to feel someone be close. You hadn’t even been thinking at the time; you’d been flush with alcohol, following the beat of the music, reveling in the feeling of a warm body holding onto you…
You could see Blueberry’s face when he discovered you.
Suddenly, footsteps padded toward you, and you jerked, not daring to look up. You could feel whoever it was hesitating for a moment, before they slowly sank down beside you. A hand set on your shoulder, startling you enough to peek up from your arms.
Blueberry sat there, his eyelights much dimmer than usual, and his usual grin pulled down in an uncharacteristic light frown. He had been the last person you’d been expecting to see, but it was obvious how he found you; your phone was on, and Q could easily pin-point your GPS.
“I’m so sorry, Blue, I–” Your voice cracked, the words flying out of you on the crest of a sob, and Blueberry suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.
“DON’T. I… I OVERREACTED,” he conceded, his voice quieter than usual.
You shake your head. "No, you didn’t. You… I… I was kinda tipsy, and I…“ You’re crying again, and this time you turn to clutch the front of his shirt, burying your face in his chest. You can’t look at him. He wraps his other arm around you, holding you close.
”…DO… D-DO YOU LIKE THAT HUMAN?“
More forcefully, you shake your head. "No! I don’t even know him, I just… didn’t… pull away,” you admit, feeling a fresh wave of shame.
“sweetheart, if ya ever wanna dance like that, ya'know you can come to me, right?”
You raise your head sharply at the sound of Red, who’s now leaning against the wall directly in front of you. He must have teleported because you didn’t hear him approach. Your heart nearly jumps into your throat, and your entire body jerks. However, Red’s eyelights suddenly shift toward your neck, and his casual expression darkens. He strides forward, crouches, and takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back.
“who? that guy?” he demands, his voice clipped. The rage you’d seen earlier is back on his face, his fangs bared in anger.
Ah. He can see the scratches on your neck. Blueberry didn’t notice them before, but now he gingerly touches them with his fingertips, his expression one of pure concern.
“YOU’RE HURT! ARE YOU OKAY?? SHOULD I TAKE YOU TO A NURSE OR SOMETHING?”
“No, no, I’m fine. I did it,” you interject in a small voice, breaking free of Red’s hold to attempt to withdraw into yourself again. This time, understanding dawns on Red’s face, and he grabs your arms and pulls you to him.
“listen, doll. don’t go hurtin’ yourself over this. you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, ‘cept dance with a grade-a asshole. it happens. i mean, you’ve danced with me before right?” He attempts a small smile for you.
“AND DON’T LISTEN TO THE MESSAGES ON THE WALLS!!” Blueberry suddenly blurts, gripping your shoulder to get your attention. "NONE OF THAT DESCRIBES YOU, AND WE’RE WORKING ON SCRUBBING IT OFF!“
You stare wide-eyed at the idea of your friends scrubbing the walls.
"an’ ya don’t gotta worry 'bout that asshole, either, sweetheart.”
There’s something dark in Red’s voice, and when you pull back to look at his face, his smirk is a little too wide. "What’d you do, Red?“
He shrugs. "jus’ disposed of some garbage. don’t worry about it.” He starts to stand, drawing you up with him. Your legs feel weak, but he steadies you. "c'mon, let’s go home. the lodge’s been real lonely without ya, doll.“
You nod, beginning to follow the skeletons toward the door, though hang back to walk beside Blue. "Are we okay?” you ask, your voice still wavering a little. He gives you a bright smile and wraps his arm around your shoulders.
“OF COURSE WE ARE! I REACTED POORLY, AND I’M SORRY. IT’S JUST THAT I… I WAS JEALOUS.” His voice drops a little lower, and he leans in close, his face beginning to light up a vibrant shade of blue. "I WANTED TO BE THE ONE THAT YOU MAKE THAT FACE FOR.“
It caught you by surprise enough that you nearly choked–but thankfully, you were saved an embarrassing response when you passed by a trash can. Stuffed inside at an awkward angle that had him nearly kissing his knees was the guy you’d been dancing with. He seemed to be tied up with a banner from the event, and the word DICK was written all over his face in bright red sharpie.
Red turns back to you and grins.
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