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Tag: [❤️]
TW: Child abuse, religious trauma, grooming!
BIO: 12, 4’11, masc (he/him)
DOB: 1/9 ♑️
Likes: Camping, animals of any kind, food of any kind, worms, and collecting nick-nacks!!
Dislikes: Hospitals, spiders, broccoli, bandages, and isolation…
Fun Fact: Max uses his crutches so often that he personalized them with stickers and ribbons! (he constantly sprains, fractures, or breaks his bones!) ❤️
Tag: [🧡]
TW: SH, suicide, stalking, obsession!
BIO: 16, 5’11, masc ftm (he/him), 💙🩷💜
DOB: 9/7 ♍️
Likes: Poetry, ferrets, mashed potatoes, horror/romance novels, and ballet!
Dislikes: Public speaking, reptiles, pork, partying, and social gatherings…
Fun Fact: Sam is genuinely into the Twilight series and secretly writes Shakespearean level fanfiction! (he’s team Edward!) 🧡
Tag: [💚]
TW: Verminophobia, OCD!
BIO: 16, 5’8, fem (she/her), 🩷🤍🧡
DOB: 11/18 ♏️
Likes: Sewing/crocheting, doves, cheese cake, fashion design, and tea!
Dislikes: Filth of any kind, animals, black coffee, children 10>, and modeling…
Fun Fact: Evelyn is fluent in six different languages — English, Spanish, Mandarin, Hindi, Arabic, and French! (tutored from childhood!) 💚
Tag: [💙]
TW: Sexual and offensive content!
BIO: 17, 6’0, masc (he/him), 🩷💙💜
DOB: 3/26 ♈️
Likes: Partying, sex, drugs, spicy food, and cats!!
Dislikes: Hospitals, dogs, candy of any sort, and anything dealing with academics/hobbies…
Fun Fact: Thomas would sacrifice everyone he knows if it meant saving his kitty-cat’s life. (Her name is Fru-Fru!) 💙
Tag: [💜]
TW: SA, cannibalism!
BIO: 16, 5’6, masc (he/they), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 6/30 ♋️
Likes: Gardening, animals, meat of any kind, arts and crafts, and tending to children!
Dislikes: Sexual themes, aquatic animals, slasher films, tight clothes, and adult men…
Fun Fact: Lucian still can’t tie his shoes on his own. Never let him fool you. 💜
Tag: [🩷]
TW: ED, suggestive!
BIO: 17, 5’8, fem (she/they), 🧡🤍🩷
DOB: 4/29 ♉️
Likes: Partying, cats, bubble-gum, softball, and rollerblading! xp
Dislikes: Dogs, sour foods, red meat, poor fashion sense, and quiet places…
Fun Fact: Melanie takes zodiac signs waaay too seriously. (Hit her up if you want a relationship compatibility summary!) 🩷
Tag: [🩶]
TW: stalking, obsession!
BIO: 19, 6’1, masc (he/him), 🩵🤍💙
DOB: 7/30 ♌️
Likes: Cars, insects, skateboarding, caffeinated drinks, and anything related to Lucian!
Dislikes: Cold weather, velcro, vegetables, crowds, and public transportation…
Fun Fact: David has crazy smoke tricks!! Cool asf!! (Don’t ask him to do them.) 🩶
Tag: [🛸]
TW: suicide, suggestive!
BIO: 16, 5’8, masc (he/him), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 9/24 ♎️
Likes: Supernatural/Paranormal studies, reptiles, astrology, video games, and lava lamps!
Dislikes: School, grave-keeping work, kids, hot weather, and “spicy” food (*seasoned).
Fun Fact: Carl can twist/fold his tongue and wiggle his ears BIZARRELY well……but he never does it in fear that he’ll be classified as an alien! 🛸
Leslie Sawyer <3
Tag: [💛]
TW: Cannibalism, child abuse!
BIO: 16, 5’4, masc (he/him), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 2/6 ♒️
Likes: Reptiles, rain, gardening, astronomy, and comic books!
Dislikes: Sticky textures, tight clothes, vanilla, crowds, and being touched…
Fun Fact: Leslie had a horrible bowl-cut until he was ten years old! (His mama cut it for him so he didn’t have the heart to tell her it sucked!) 💛
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Heather Ellis <3
Tag: [🩵]
BIO: 20, 5’5, fem (she/her), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 7/24 ♌️
Likes: Queen/David Bowie, hair gel, coffee, spiders, and scrapbooking!
Dislikes: The smell of nail polish remover, big dogs, shopping, rodents, and anything school related…
Fun Fact: Heather has multiple siblings, but none are biologically related to her! (She was in fostercare her whole childhood.) 🩵
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Reese Sosa <3
Tag: [🤎]
BIO: 12-18, 5’0-5’9, masc (he/him), 🩷💜💙
DOB: 12/7 ♐️
Likes: Arcading, skating, exploring abandoned places, trying new food, and fireworks!!
Dislikes: School, public speaking, cops, rom-coms, and green peppers.
Fun Fact: He had to change lockers three times his whole school career due to breaking the door off, fighting with the kids nearby, and completely dismantling the lock.
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Lorelei Sosa <3
Tag: [🖤]
BIO: 16-23, 5’5, fem (she/they), 🧡🤍🩷
DOB: 2/6 ♓️
Likes: Traveling, cars/driving, horror novels, fashion, and David Bowie!!
Dislikes: Cooking, gym class/sports, parties, beets, and anything sour.
Fun Fact: Despite her dreary appearance, she loves creating outfits that are totally not her style, sketching them out constantly and imagining her school crushes wearing them!
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👁️ - How do other people perceive this oc? How close do their first assumptions come to the truth?
Max
Most perceive Max as just an innocent little boy who’s socially inept and has close to no self awareness. These aspects are all true! However, the more you get to know him, the more you realize that it’s less that he’s “socially-awkward” and more BRAINWASHED AND UNEDUCATED AS EVER!!!!! SAVE HIM!!!! But for the most part, people have the right idea about him. He’s sweet, curious, and oddly infatuated with religion. Hm…
Sam
Most individuals think Sam is someone who suffers from social anxiety, likely described as being nervous, fidgety, and quiet. In reality, this couldn’t be further from the truth. Sam is able to manipulate his demeanor in any which way he wants it to come off as, but for the most part, he acts “natural” with his stutter doing most of the work for being labeled as a “non-threat” since he’s “so nervous.” Just from looking at him for long enough though, you can start to see the discrepancies in his act. Especially in his eyes.
Evelyn
Most people think Evelyn’s either crazy or bitchy. It depends on what situation they meet her in. Either way, these are both INCREDIBLY far from the truth. Sure, Evelyn struggles with various mental illness and anxiety disorders, but she’s not crazy. She’s very rational about most things other than her triggers. The bitchy side of her that people encounter is simply a response to that, being overwhelmed, overstimulated, or triggered by something going on, even if it’s small. She’s pretty straightforward about most things, but she never means to be rude. Evelyn is one of the sweetest, most generous people you can come across. Very humble as well.
Thomas
On the outside, almost everyone thinks of him as “the party guy.” Many people’s first impressions are under the categories of him being popular, being funny, or flat out being attractive to them. They don’t really see many other attributes to his character. In reality, though, his personality has much more depth than the shallow persona he leads people to believe. This is on purpose.
Lucian
Since he’s so expressive and unique in his fashion style, people either think he’s outgoing and confident or that he’s stupid and weird. It depends if they’re misogynistic/homophobic or not, really. But for the most part, these assumptions are wrong. Lucian’s not very outgoing or confident at all, only having boldness after his mental break and hopes of becoming more “alluring” for predators. He’s definitely not stupid either. Maybe a little weird. But for the most part, people perceive him pretty wrong up until they talk to him, because then you can obviously tell he’s more nervous, reserved, and sweet.
Melanie
Similarly to Lucian, it truly depends on who’s looking at her. But for the most part, people think she’s ditzy, air-headed, blunt, and naive. Other than the naive part, all of these assumptions are pretty much wrong. Melanie’s incredibly intelligent and highly educated, but puts herself out there as a light-hearted, bubbly person to make others feel comfortable and happy too. It’s also just a coping mechanism, seeing as she’s almost always on alert when at home since she’s watching after her siblings and has little to no freedom of her own. She’s very depressed.
David
David is one of the only ones I can confidently say that most people get the right idea about. He’s intimidating, rude, aggressive, and reserved to quite literally everyone he meets. Even while people get to know him for longer, this personality doesn’t change one bit. It’s only until he makes the conscious effort that he acts softer, though his flawed personality still showcases itself anyway. You actually find more issues the deeper you get — selfish, close-minded, secretive, deceptive. Straight up traumatized. That’s the only part people don’t get from him right away. He’s absolutely traumatized.
💝 - How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?
Max
I haven’t really gone into this part of his story, but before he’s saved by…someone…he literally just wears uniform every day from the foster home he lives in. When he attends church, he wears his nicer attire of course, but other than that yeah. Later on, when he’s saved by…this person…he inherits a lot of their old clothes. They’re oversized, old, and not his style at all. But he likes them a lot!!! It helps him form his own identity, in a way!!! His favorite article is his silver cross necklace he’s had since birth, a gift from the church. He’s never taken it off.
Sam
Yeah…it’s a little hard to say WHAT his style is, but he ALWAYS puts in effort to look good depending on who he wants to see him. He almost always has one particular person in mind when he gets everything ready, wanting to impress them or even intimidate them. He plans outfits at least a day prior before wearing them, sometimes even trying to lay out some meaning behind it. Like for Thomas, he wore Riley’s clothes to taunt him. For Riley, he bought similar clothes as Jordan (and eventually Thomas) to attract her. But even if he doesn’t have a purpose behind it, he’s still dressed immaculately. He has very good taste. His favorite article of clothing is probably his converses.
Evelyn
…Bruh. KWHDKWNDIQNE boy you KNOWWW this girl dresses! She has two walk in wardrobes on either side of her bedroom. I mean come on now…she loves dresses, particularly frilly, full, colorful ones and adores accessorizing her clothes with jewelry and various fashion pieces along with it. She plans her outfits for the week on Saturday and they never repeat. That’s how much clothes she has. Her favorite piece of attire is probably her collect of Mary Jane’s though. Because she looooves her Mary Jane’s.
Thomas
Similarly to Max, for a big portion of his life, Thomas was expected to wear certain attire. His father chooses and buys his clothes for him and he’s basically made to style it himself if he doesn’t want to look like a straight up NPC. Usually he wears fashion pieces like silver necklaces, rings, chokers, belts, bracelets, and earrings. He loves to break his father’s rules by keeping his shirts mostly unbuttoned, or extra tight, or loosening his pants just enough to see the band of his boxers, just ANYTHING to make it seem like he actually has a personality outside of his wealth. His favorite piece of attire are definitely his ring collection though, particularly his skull ones.
Lucian
Since he’s always loved fashion, he makes up outfits for fun in his spare time. He likes to sit in piles of his clothes, put together a new outfit, then amaze everyone with it whenever he sees them again. For the most part, he loves bright colors, cutesy designs, and more of a twee fashion sub genre, though he dabbles in a bit of grungy garage band styles too. A mix of both. He loves his knee-high converses and bead bracelets!
Melanie
MY FASHIONISTA!!! Surprisingly, she ends up throwing together a bunch of different outfits last second for the most part an still eating everyone up every time. She just has a talent for it, especially with color coordination and framing her body the way she wants it to look. She loves fashion more than basically anyone here, so her outfits are practically GOLD. Her favorite piece of attire is definitely her big bows she puts in her hair!
David
99.99% of the time, he looks like a straight bum. Thrifted clothes, off brand shoes, cheap materials, all sorts of shit. He just walks out the house looking like whatever for real. Hair unbrushed, ass hanging out of his baggy ass jeans, shirt drowning him, he does not give a fuuuuck. But that 1%? YOU BETTER BE PREPARED. Because while he might be a complete dick like a straight man, HE IS A GAY MAN. He will GAG if he has to. Almost all of his outfits are masculine, but he loves to sprinkle in some femininity for himself every once and awhile. Like a little treat. His favorite piece of attire? That damn ushanka.
🌧️ - If this oc had a day free from all their responsibilities, how would they spend it?
Short answers, GO!!!
Max - Praying/Feeling guilty all day </3
Sam - Being with Riley. Or reading…things…
Evelyn - LMFAO that would never happen. And if it did, she’s sick, so sleeping.
Thomas - Having sex.
Lucian - Hanging out with Kai/Gardening!
Melanie - Alone time in her room. All day.
David - Bothering Kieran/Stalking Lu.
💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?
Max
If he had his own bedroom, everything would be PRISTINE!! He’s a perfectionist at heart. However, since he lives with his big brother, he lives in a mess. Not a filthy mess, but disorganized clutter. He tries his best to clean it when he can, but his brother gets mad at him for moving anything around, so he lets him just keep it the way it is. Messiah is a bit of a hoarder.
Sam
His room his very organized and clean almost everywhere but his desk. His desk remains a little messy and wild with papers, writing utensils, and other office materials that he uses for his projects. Other than that, he tries his best to keep it as clean as possible. Sometimes he ends up slipping every once in awhile, leaving clothes on the floor and whatnot, but he’s a busy man!
Evelyn
…Again. There is not a spec of DUST in that girl’s room. She constantly goes around cleaning things that don’t even need clean, asking for bleach and window cleaner and all sorts of chemicals that would literally poison her during the night if not for Violet to step in and tell her no. Everything is in a very particular way to the very hanger in both of her closets and she can instantly tell with something is astray. Nothing gets past her. Literally nothing.
Thomas
While most would assume his bedroom to be kind of boring because of his father’s strict lifestyle, Thomas actually has a lot of freedom with it. He has posters strung up, a music corner near his bed, a nice changing station, and a balcony the leads to the view of the outside. Oh, and of course Fru-Fru’s bed and the end of his own bed. How could he ever forget! Very clean and organized naturally though. Kind of hard to find a good reference pic, but something like this with more whimsy.
Lucian
Before he had his “own” room while living with his stepfather, it literally looked like a Grandma’s house. Cracked paint, old curtains, vintage furniture, etc etc. But now that he can decorate things by himself, it’s cute asf!! A little messy sometimes but nothing too crazy. He has plants he waters every night before bed, a collection of plushies and toys, and a cute window seat to relax in. Very cutesy!
Melanie
Her room is usually a MESS but it’s literally so cute. She’s a bit of a hoarder and hates throwing things out, having multiple collections of things she finds matches with her aesthetic. Anything. Pink. Since her room is pretty small, it’s actually kind of suffocating to be in there for too too long but it doesn’t change the fact she got hella sick shit in there.
David
Bro. No reference photo can imitate the messiness of David’s room. All you gotta know is there’s cigarette containers, ashtrays, dirty laundry mixed in with clean laundry, and literal pizza boxes in there…..it’s bad…he tries to clean up when his boyfriend is coming over but it’s still. bad. #horriblementalhealth! The balcony’s a plus though.
💛 - Are they good with children, or more awkward?
Max
He is a child…but with toddlers and babies, yeah, he’s really good with handling them!! “Aww a baby!!” BOY YOU ARE A BABY TOO 🥹 he loves playing and talking to younger kids because he doesn’t have many other fellow kids in his inner circle, so it lets him be free from time to time. Putting him in charge though? Bad idea…..
Sam
Awkward as hell when it comes to interacting with them. Being around kids doesn’t really bother him because he usually doesn’t pay any attention to them at all since they aren’t his imminent responsibility. But when a kid comes up to talk to him or whatever, he’s awkward as hell…he tries to talk to them like they’re on his level but then gets kind of stunned when they’re just like “what that mean? 😊” Soooo he for the most part will try to appease them rather than entertain them, giving them candy or a toy or something to leave him alone.
Evelyn
The concept of children is okay with her, but as soon as they start doing children shit? Wrap it up. No screaming, no crying, no diapers, no snot, no running around, no NONE OF THAT!!!! Like if the kid’s just sitting there being calm, she’s perfectly fine interacting with them. But as soon as they start being disruptive, she will literally tweak out. KEEP HER AWAY FROM YOUNG CHILDREN AND BABIES DAWG. But like older children 5-10, she’s cool with for the most part. Very sweet and always wanting to give them stuff.
Thomas
Even though he has younger siblings, specifically his little brother who’s like 8, he. is not very good with kids…….he actually gets stressed out that he’s going to do something to trigger them into crying, so he literally acts afraid of them even though they aren’t a threat. He talks to their guardian directly instead of the kid, even if they’re trying to get his attention, because he absolutely has no idea what to say or how to act. But with older children that have more of a threshold for social interaction, he’s pretty much fine with. His humor and talking points are a little iffy around them, but he makes sure not to go too far…overall just pretty bad with kids.
Lucian
We’re talking about Lucian “I want 10 kids” Williams…he lowered it to 7 because he wants to make sure he gives them all equal love and attention…SEVEN. He lovesss kids and kids ADORE him. Like he walks into a place with kids and immediately half of them want to be with him by instinct. He plays with them, talks to them, and completely handles any sort of hiccup he could have with interacting with them. Crying kid? He’s consoling them. Snotty nose? He’s wiping it for them. Being bratty? He compromises and handles it. Screaming and running around? HE’S THE ONE CHASING THEM 😭 He’s sooo good with kids, it’s actually adorable.
Melanie
She knows how to take care of a kid, but she does not want to. Being around kids literally doesn’t phase her at all since she’s been around them all her life, but she doesn’t take joy in caring for them or anything. It’s kind of just like a chore for her. If a kid wants to interact with her or whatever, she’ll put them on her lap and play with their hair until they get bored and leave her alone. No entertainment whatsoever. 😭 But she doesn’t hate kids! She’s just tired of them…..
David
When he was with Lucian, he was picking out names for the kids they were gonna adopt….he’s a huge ass softie for children. Like he tries to pretend he’s not, but after a couple minutes of a kid being around him, he’s quite literally playing whatever they want to play with him. His little sister is a good example of that because even though she’s a brat and treats him like a servant rather than a big brother, he literally PLAYS INTO IT 😭 He gives kids piggyback rides, let them hang off his arms, sit on his shoulders, all type of shit. And yeah he baby talks them too brah. Sure, he’ll get embarrassed if someone points it out but he’s not stopping. He actually loves kids. 😭
🐉 - Very serious question... are they more like a dragon, or a unicorn?
Max - Unicorn because he’s pure of heart and absolutely loyal.
Sam - Dragon but like one of those ones that be tricking you into thinking it’s nice before blowing flames straight into your face and incinerating you for fun.
Evelyn - Unicorn. I mean look at her.
Thomas - Dragon who’s a lazy chud and be sitting in his cave all day.
Lucian - UNICORN. THE WHIMSY?? THE PURENESS?? THE BEAUTY?? LITERALLY HIM
Melanie - Unicorn because she has a beautiful soul, but she’s like one of those ones that are a complete legend and nobody believes she’s real because she lives in the peaceful meadows where ugly humans can’t find her.
David - Dragon who reigns terror on an entire village and kills everyone bc he can’t be with a certain unicorn.
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[A/N]: oh riam…..finishing it off with a bang 🙂↔️ YAYYY IM FINALLY DONE WOOOOO!!!!!
(6/6) - ❤️🧡
Everything felt like a blur after the fight. The next thing Riley knew, she was sitting in the passenger’s seat of Sam’s car in silence, too afraid to speak up about anything that happened earlier. Amidst the emotional turmoil and chaos that arose from the incident itself, there was always the other side of the story that hadn’t even been touched upon yet. Not what happened, but why. Riley knew Sam didn’t want to talk about why.
It didn’t matter how calm he appeared to be, Riley could see right through it. He was able to manipulate his expressions into anything he wanted it to portray; Anger when he really felt relief. Happiness when he wanted to cry. Sadness when he didn’t care at all. It was a dangerous ability to be capable of. And that scared her more than she’d like to admit.
Keeping her hands clenched up in her lap, Riley bounced her leg and looked out the window to avoid irritating him anymore than he already was. She could see his knuckles growing pale from how tight he held the wheel and when she would peer over at him, she noticed his body would shift ever so slightly — because he knew she was watching. She wished she could muster up the courage to console him and tell him he didn’t have to hide, but her mind ran blank with things to say.
The pressure only heightened once Riley recognized the houses from the street they were on, realizing that he was taking her home rather than back to his place. The original plan was for her to stay with him that weekend, returning home after their graduation Sunday evening to celebrate with her family. All of her things were at his place and she knew that her parents would specifically be upset if she came home distressed by the way Sam was behaving. She particularly worried about her mother’s reaction, seeing her come home early and with no explanation other than Sam was too tired for her to stay with him. Her mother would relish in her suffering.
He pulled into her driveway silently. Riley swallowed hard and lifted her head up to finally look at him for longer than a few seconds, practically forcing him to reciprocate the movement. His eyes met hers and she felt her heart flutter, even while they were filled with an indescribable emptiness inside.
“I thought I was staying with you.” She spoke to him softly so he wouldn’t get any angrier than he already was.
He continued to stare without a response.
Raising her hand to touch his arm with, Riley moved in a little closer with a frown. “Sam. It’s okay—!”
“Get out.”
He never spoke to her like that before. An uncalculated betrayal that hurt worse than if he would’ve just punched her in the face. Riley gaped aimlessly at him, unsure of what to make of it, before reeling her hand away.
She tried to reason with him again. “Sam, please. My mom—”
“Get out,” he repeated, this time slightly raising his voice while averting his eyes to the windshield wiper.
As stubborn as always, Riley persisted. “Why? Why do you want me to get out? Are you mad at me? If you’re mad at me, you should just tell me you’re mad at me so I can fix it. Sam, please! Just tell me if you’re mad at me!”
Understanding her unwillingness to obey, Sam pulled back out of the driveway sharply and drove down the street with his foot steady on the gas. Riley held onto her seatbelt and watched in horror as he sped dangerously over the limit, clearly unbothered by the danger it posed for either of them. As the speed continued to increase, Riley’s heart rate accelerated all the same, causing her to look between the windshield and Sam himself before making a decision on what to do.
“Sam!” She yelled at him now, squeezing her seatbelt so hard her hands began to hurt. “Stop it! Stop!”
Sam didn’t listen, whipping the car so quickly that Riley practically toppled out of her seat and onto him. She grabbed a hold of his arm and he continued to push, his eyes unmoving from the scene in front of them. And at any second, she knew she could very easily die alongside him. Whether they hit a tree or another vehicle, it didn’t matter. In an instant, they could die.
Reaching past him, Riley forced a seatbelt across his chest and locked it. He smelled like the punch, still sticky from all the sugar. He still appeared to be calm and collected even while breaking dozens of street safety laws, not daring to even spare a glance back up at Riley. At that point, she felt her throat starting to get tight.
“Stop it!” Her voice was shaky now, terrified of how this was going to end. “P-Please, please just talk to me, tell me what I should do—!”
“I told you to get out.” Sam’s voice didn’t waver not even a little bit, his eyes still locked on the road in front of him. “You didn’t listen.”
“Sam…”
The car fell silent again with only the sound of their wheels against the pavement filling in for the emptiness. Riley was shaky now, seeing Jordan sitting beside her rather than her loving Sam. Her body still expected to feel the warmth of one of his punches, burning up on her pale skin to a dark bruise for everyone to gape at later. She expected him to start screaming at her, calling her a slut and a whore for sleeping around with nonexistent men who only existed in his fantasies. Just like your mother. He would scream in her face. Just like your fucking mother.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she bit down on her tongue to try and satisfy her body’s desire to be punished for her selfishness. She wanted to cry but she wasn’t even the one who got hurt. Sam should be crying more than her. And so she hated how disgustingly arrogant her own body was behaving, like she was the victim in a scenario that barely involved her. She was being an attention-seeking bitch.
By the time Sam pulled into his own driveway, Riley’s face was red from the tears she was holding back. She couldn’t stand the idea of Sam being mad at her. She would quite honestly rather slit her own throat than to let him be angry with her because it would hurt less. She was terrified of the thought of losing him.
Sam got out of the car. Wanting to be close to him, Riley opened her door to follow his lead. Before she could step out, however, Sam grabbed the top of her door and slammed it shut with full force, shaking the whole car and nearly hitting her. She sat up straight in her seat and stared out of the windshield, tears trickling from the corners of her eyes before he slowly opened the door back up for her. She’d forgotten that he always wanted to open it for her. He never wanted her to have to do anything for herself while he was around.
He grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her out of the car, ignoring her tears while he shut the locked vehicle up behind her and led her to the front door. She wiped her tears with her arm, sniffling as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t set him off. When he let go of her wrist and walked inside without her, Riley felt lost all over again.
“Sam…” Her voice shook so much she could barely recognize it herself, nearly choking on the hard lump built up in the back of her throat. “Please don’t be mad at me. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I’m sorry.”
Sam kneeled down before her to help unstrap her pretty heels. She watched him while hiccuping, wiping her tears again and feeling her entire body beginning to overheat. That happened a lot, usually whenever she was too overwhelmed to even think and function properly. And that’s exactly what happened.
“Just tell me you’re not mad at me!” Riley screamed now, bunching her hands up into fists and getting prepared to actually fight with him. “I can’t stand it! I can’t fucking stand it!”
Once Sam finally unstrapped both of her shoes, she fell to her knees immediately, trapping him there by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and squeezing him as tight as she could possibly manage. He tried to stand up straight, but she forced him to stay down. His clothes were still wet.
“Sam, please…” She was begging, switching her demeanor in less than a second. “Please, please, please, talk to me, I-I’ll do anything, just talk to me…”
After letting her hold him down for a few more seconds, he stood up without breaking a sweat against her resistance. She continued to hold onto him even while he tried to walk away, eventually grabbing her by the waist and beginning to slowly push.
“Get off of me,” he warned. His hands were still gentle.
“Sam—!”
“Riley, get off of me.”
“Please—!”
Shoving her with full force, Sam slammed her up against the front door with a loud bang. She smacked the back of her head against it, stumbling downward for a brief moment while trying to recollect her lost breath. It hurt. It hurt really bad. But Sam wasn’t the one that hurt her. She hurt herself. It was fine. He didn’t do anything wrong.
Sam stormed off upstairs and Riley followed him without a second to lose, hurrying up the steps and trying to beat him to his bedroom door. Unfortunately, he got there first, slamming and locking it behind himself before she even got the chance to try either of those things. She jiggled the door handle until her wrists hurt, causing her to cry hysterically and fall to her knees. She covered her face with her hands and lowered her forehead to her lap, sobbing uncontrollably loud in hopes of gaining a reaction out of him.
“Sam, please! Please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t be mad at me! Please don’t be mad at me!”
When that didn’t work, her anger switched back on again. She punched the door with closed fists, clenching up her jaw and forgetting all about the tears to focus.
“Open the door, Sam! Open the fucking door!”
That didn’t work either.
Riley stood up and reached behind herself to untie the ribbon on the back of her dress, storming down the stairs to figure out another way to get his attention. Once she loosened her dress up enough, she dug through her bag on the living room floor and pulled out her pajamas, going into the bathroom to get changed. She slammed the door shut behind herself to make sure he heard it. But it wasn’t loud enough, so she made sure to slam it an extra three times to make sure he couldn’t have missed it. Hiccuping on her tears, she pulled the dress off and threw it on the tub ledge, pulling on her nightgown that he gifted her a few months ago. It was silky and pretty and it made her feel good whenever he looked at her.
“I like that color on you.”
Wiping her tears, Riley stared into the mirror blankly. Her face was red and puffy, her mascara and eyeliner streaming down her face in big gloops of black. She smeared it some more with a scoff, smiling a little and looking down into the sink. Thomas had told her he liked the color. Not Sam.
It was too confusing. Everything was so complicated, and sensitive, and awful. Whenever she laid next to Sam at night, she’d feel the safest she’d ever been. She felt good about life, like she wanted to live forever if it meant it was alongside him. But there was another side to it all, even if she tried desperately to ignore it. And that side was with Thomas.
Sam made her feel pretty like a doll on the highest shelf of a craftsman’s store. Nobody could ever touch her or look at her up close but him. She was his and that was the end of the story, unable to be purchased by anyone else. She was too precious for that, too perfect, for anyone else to have. Sam made her feel important. He made her feel like if anything were to happen to her, his entire world would end. Being that special to someone made her feel loved beyond what any words could explain, but sometimes it felt almost too suffocating to handle.
Thomas wasn’t like that. It hurt her to even compare the two because she loved Sam so dearly, but she couldn’t help but do it internally anyway. Thomas made her feel human. He didn’t want to worship her or praise the ground she walked on in the way that Sam did. Instead, he wanted to befriend her. He would talk to her about things she liked, things she didn’t like, annoy her on purpose, compliment her for things he thought she’d like to hear, and treat her like an equal rather than a goddess. Riley knew it was wrong to indulge in, but she did from time to time, feeling good whenever she was around him without even noticing the effect.
But she didn’t like Thomas in the way she liked Sam. She couldn’t. If she did, she’d only prove to herself that she had become the very thing she feared. Just like your mother. God, she couldn’t stand the thought.
Thomas did this to prove himself to her, like a big sign that screamed ‘I still want you’ even after their big fight. He wasn’t giving up even with Sam being madly in love with her and her very openly reciprocating the feeling. It made her think, what did he see that she couldn’t? What made him believe that he had a chance with her even after she made it clear that he didn’t? Was it arrogance? Stupidity? Maybe just determination. The only thing she feared, however, was that he really knew the truth.
Riley had feelings for him. She really did.
Dropping her head into her hands, Riley continued to cry without pause. She couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was so convoluted to the point where she felt like nothing but a jumble of astray emotions thrown all up into one. Sam was in love with Thomas at one point and Thomas was in love with him, admitting that his feelings never truly went away. Riley hated it whenever he would even joke about things like that. But was that because she was jealous of the thought of Sam being with anyone other than her or because she didn’t want Thomas to look at anyone the same way she knew he looked at her?
Fuck. If she could just skip to the ending credits where they explained how the storyline resolved itself, she would. But in the end, she let her makeup run down her face, heading back up the stairs after rummaging through some drawers to find a screwdriver.
Riley stood with her ear up against the door for a moment, listening intently for any sign of movement on the other side. If she were to guess, Sam was probably sitting in bed, crying quietly or staring at the wall to recollect his thoughts. She’d find out which one it was soon enough.
Kneeling down, she used the screwdriver to pull out the hinges that kept it locked, reminding herself of all the times she had done this to the medicine cabinet in her own house. Her father locked it up after one of her attempts, so she quickly adapted to using a variety of different tools to pry it back open.
Screw after screw fell to the ground. No reaction from Sam. That was fine. Riley grinned to herself a little imagining his face once she got inside, stunned like a little fawn out in the middle of the road staring into headlights. He might yell at her, but Riley assumed he’d just stay quiet, unable to muster up the words that explained his surprise despite being so articulate. She loved seeing that face on him. She loved making him break his calm, sensible demeanor he always tried to convince her he had naturally.
Giggling to herself, Riley wiped her face again. Another screw fell. Finally, the handle came off completely, allowing her to push open the door without a moment’s worth of hesitation. She wore a big smile on her face, proud of what she had done, as she gazed into his bedroom.
He wasn’t at his desk. He wasn’t in his bed. He wasn’t by his bookshelves. Her smile dimmed into a weak grin.
“Sammy?” Her voice was nearly a whisper now as she pushed forward on her knees and planted her hands on the ground, looking side to side to scan the room completely. “Sam?”
Nothing.
Dropping her grin completely, Riley stood up and hurried inside, her head turning sharply in all directions.
“Sam? Baby? Sam, where are you?”
She looked under his desk, under his bed, and beneath all of his covers. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“Sam?!” Her voice heightened into a yell now, her eyes widening and her chest starting to heave. “Where are you?!”
Her eyes finally landed on the closet. Time seemed to stop even while her body moved, her hands instinctively reaching for the handles to pull it open. Her heart raced deep within her chest and her body was suddenly overcome in a cold sweat, similar to one she’d have while waking up from a nightmare. She prayed this was all a nightmare. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Sam?”
Her mind didn’t process what she was looking at before her eyes did. Sitting in the furthest corner of the closet, Sam sat with his knees pressed tightly against his chest and his arm sprawled out over his knee. Blood was pouring down it like a waterfall. Not from a horizontal cut, but a vertical one. He cut himself straight down his arm, from his wrist to where his elbow bent. The knife was on the floor next to him, bloodied and thrown away like an afterthought. And Sam’s expression remained the same — calm, collected, reasonable.
Riley’s hands clasped over her mouth before a gasp could even escape it. Tears instantaneously overflowed from her eyes, streaming off her chin in one steady motion like a scene from a movie. She couldn’t think or breathe. All she could do was move.
Turning around to grab his phone off his desk she’d seen it on, she hurried to dial the three digits she knew could save him. She threw it up to her ear before the first ring even started before being knocked to the floor in one heavy impact. Sam.
She didn’t spare the time to even reason with him, reaching her arm out as far as it could reach to grab the phone. He pushed it further away, forcing her to watch as it flew underneath his dresser against the farthest wall in the room. Riley took a second to recalibrate her thoughts while Sam pinned her to the ground, letting his blood leak all over her.
“Stop moving.” His voice was steady and calm like it always was.
Letting out a few cries of pure anguish, Riley struggled against him in an instant. If his arm wasn’t so injured, he could've held her down with ease, but he was instead forced to let her move. She nearly crawled out of his grip, only for him to grab her by the back of her neck and hold her down again, smashing her face against the floor.
“Stop! Stop it!” Riley sobbed, attempting to scratch her way out now. “I-It’s too deep! You cut too d-deep! Sam, you cut—!”
Clasping his hand over her mouth, Sam muffled her cries. It didn’t do much, considering she was sobbing as loud as she physically could, but he kept it there anyway, his blood smearing all over her face.
“You’re a good girl, Riley.” She understood why he sounded so calm now. “I love you very much. It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Stop it!” Riley screamed from underneath his palm, reaching for his wrist to try to pull him off before feeling her hand clasp around endless amounts of blood. That only made her sob harder, forcing her other hand up to try to stop the bleeding by holding the wound for him.
He let her go and laid on the ground beside her, his movements much slower than they should’ve been if he were still fully conscious. He wasn’t. He was starting to get dizzy from losing so much blood. She sat up to tend to him, checking his other wrist to see if he’d gone the full way. Luckily, it seemed he caught him right before he was able to do it, only bleeding from a tiny cut right below his palm.
“S-Sam—” She didn’t know what to say, holding his wound and pressing her forehead against his bloody knuckles. “Sam…Sam, please…”
Sam didn’t respond. Maybe he didn’t know how to.
Pressing her face against his arm, she let his blood coat everything, mixing in with her tears and eyeliner already running down her cheeks. “I-I can’t live without you…I can’t…I-I can’t…!”
“Then finish it off.”
Riley’s eyes widened. “Wh-What?”
“Slit my other wrist then slit yours,” he hummed, smiling so innocently that she could’ve thrown up. “So w-we’ll be together. So we’ll d-d…die together.”
Hyperventilating, Riley glanced at the closet. She could see the knife on the floor from here, bloodied up from Sam’s first shot at it. Her mind reeled with the endless possibilities of what she could do, shaking beyond belief while holding him close.
“I-I can’t. I can’t,” she defied him, shaking her head and slinging it forward. “I can’t do it…! I can’t!”
“Riley.”
“I can’t kill you!” Riley sobbed, grabbing his face to press her head against his. “I-I love you…I love you, I can’t do it, I love you…!”
“You’d do it if you loved me.” His voice was cold.
Squeezing him even tighter, Riley shook her head. “Why are you d-doing this? You were two years cl-clean…you…”
Riley backed away to look at his face better. Weakly, Sam smiled with a defeated glint in his eyes.
“…Thomas,” she whispered. “You did it because…of Thomas. Because…”
Strained, Sam responded. “Do you know wh-what happens when someone h…hurts him? Makes him look bad?”
Riley shook his head. Sam let out a pained wince and closed his eyes briefly.
“…This is better,” Sam assured her.
Caressing his face, Riley hiccuped again. “Please…please, Sam…please…”
The sirens were the only thing filling the silence. Her phone call had gone through. Sam didn’t look upset by this, gazing up at her with a smile she could only describe as dejected.
“Stay with me,” he told her, his voice finally breathless. “Don’t leave. Promise me.”
Riley nodded. “I-I promise…”
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Thomas could barely see straight when he arrived. He pushed through all the crowds of people, all the muffled voices telling him not to go, to see them. His ears rung a little in the elevator, as he pushed himself up against the nearest corner and panted heavily all while trying not to puke. His eyes were swollen and his vision was blurred from all the alcohol he had consumed that night, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he got to see them. That he could look at them and know that everything was going to be okay.
“Mr. Hall, please…” This voice he could hear decently well as he threw up in a nearby trash can by her desk. “You really should be getting rest. It’s three in the morning—”
“Sam Vega,” he said, his words slurring beyond belief. “Where’s his room?”
She let out a defeated sigh. “Come with me.”
They walked down the hall side by side, her hand gripped firmly around his forearm to keep him from tripping over his own feet. The white lights and pale wallpaper made him feel even sicker, like he was in some sort of mental time loop he couldn’t escape. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to come here for somebody else. Only ever for himself.
Room 612. The sixth floor of the hospital with the nicest view of the city outside. Thomas recognized it all too well. He assumed since he put Sam under his watchlist that they graced him with the best room a patient could receive, supervised with cameras just about everywhere. Thomas gave the nurse a sloppy thank you and wave before wiping his mouth off and fixing his tie, preparing himself to see the both of them. He tried his very best to look as sober as he could manage.
Pushing the door open without a proper introduction, Thomas stepped inside like he owned the place. His eyes locked onto the bed first, where Sam was sleeping soundly. He had a bunch of tubes hooked up to him, pumping fluids in him and restoring his body to its regular routine from all the blood loss he suffered only an hour prior. He looked fine. His eye was a little bruised from whenever Thomas had punched him earlier that night, but it was nothing in comparison to how Thomas looked right now. Recollecting that moment, Thomas slowly redirected his attention onto the chair next to the bed, where Riley held Sam’s hand and rested her head against the mattress. She was wearing an oversized jacket one of the nurses or doctors must have given her to cover the thin nightgown she wore underneath. She looked tired but unsurprisingly, she wasn’t asleep.
“Thomas…” she said, her voice crackling from the strain it endured. “What are you doing here? You’re…”
Thomas smiled weakly at her, shoving his hands into his pockets and resting his head against the wall behind him. “I’m fine. I just…I heard what happened. So I came.”
Riley just kind of stared at him. Thomas shied away his face so she didn’t look too close, clearing his throat.
“So he…he attempted again?”
“Yes.” She didn’t have much else to say.
Shifting his weight awkwardly between his feet, he nodded. “Yeah. I, um…I kind of figured. I…shit. I’m sorry, Riley. I didn’t know…I didn’t know he’d do something like this. I…fuck.”
“Thomas, you’re really drunk.” Riley’s voice was somewhat stern but underneath it all, he could hear her softness peeking through.
Scoffing, he looked at the ground sheepishly. “I came from the party.”
Riley caressed Sam’s hand with her thumb. “Oh.”
Nothing.
Running a hand down his face, Thomas groaned a little. “Can I, um…can I sit with you?”
Riley rested her head against the mattress again. Her silent response.
[A/N]: yeah so this is taking longer than expected….ITS OK THO WE’RE ALMOST THERE 🥹✌️ lukai propaganda 🤤🤤 yes….
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The bright lights. The loud sounds. The mixture of scents. The unfamiliar layout. The tight clothes. Everything about this place made Kai want to go hide somewhere nobody would find him. He tried his best to stay calm, to align his demeanor with Lucian’s, but after being overstimulated for so long, it was really getting hard to. He didn’t smile or speak whenever Lucian did, latched onto his arm and scanning the area for any potential threat. He’d been doing that for at least two hours now, if not more, even though his loving boyfriend made sure to reassure him that everything was alright. And it was true. Everything was alright, but Kai couldn’t help himself from being a nervous wreck anyway.
“What’s up, Lu?”
It was the fifth random person to approach them that night, one that Kai yet again didn’t recognize. To be fair, he didn’t really know anybody other than Lucian and his friends in the first place, so it was a given that he wouldn’t know the type of person coming up to his boyfriend. However, this one seemed different. While the rest of the individuals were very sweet girls, these two were very punk-ish guys. One wore liberty spikes with a dog collar and the other wore long braids with gothic-esque makeup.
“Hi, Charlie! Freddy!” Lucian bubbled, his voice as welcoming as it always was. He set his soda down to shake their hands, though it seemed like they wanted to dap him up instead. Kai didn’t get the difference. Either way, Lucian laughed off his ignorance of the gesture and tried to do it the way they wanted him to, failing miserably.
Charlie smiled at him and sat down at the table beside them, Freddy following close in suite. Only Freddy had a much bigger mouth than Charlie did.
“Who’s that?” Freddy asked in a friendly enough tone. Charlie nudged him with an irritated look regardless.
“That’s Kai,” Lucian hummed, giving Kai a big hug to lay their relationship down in stone before he even said it. “Kai, that’s Freddy and that’s Charlie! Charlie is Melanie’s little brother, remember?”
Kai analyzed him from top to bottom, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion from the description. “Little?”
“He is pretty tall, right?”
Charlie smiled sheepishly, turning the other way to hide his embarrassment. “Yeah.”
“Wait, so you’re Kai? Like, the guy David hates?” Freddy repeated. He laughed a little and grabbed his shot glass he brought along with him. “Why have I never seen him before?”
“He didn’t go to our school,” Charlie briefly explained, clearly trying to avoid any kind of hard feelings Kai might have about the matter.
“Oh, so he’s a drop out?” Freddy seemed excited by this idea, moving in closer to get a better look at him. Kai stared back without a word. “Ayyye, no shame in it! School’s a fucking scam, man. Makes you waste your life for years then throws you in some bullshit system.”
Lucian giggled nervously, holding Kai’s hand underneath the table. “Well, I’m sure you’re glad it’s about to be over then?”
“Hell no,” Freddy hissed. “I’m gonna miss fuckin’ around all day instead of actually having to do shit.”
Charlie sighed. “Yeah. I’m sure you will.”
“Oh, oh, by the way,” Freddy pressed on without letting the conversation settle for even a moment. “Are you and David completely done? Like, not even friends?”
“No.” Lucian’s voice was shakier than usual. “We’re friends…”
Freddy nudged Charlie with a shit-eating grin, clearly referencing an inside joke neither of them knew about. Charlie rolled his eyes and folded his arms up against his chest.
“Is something wrong?” Lucian seemed worried now, rubbing off on Kai in all the wrong ways.
Charlie swatted the topic away before it got too out of hand. “No, no, Freddy’s just talking out his ass again.”
“I think it was an upgrade,” Freddy chirped. Again, with nobody asking for his opinion in the first place. “But like, I don’t know how gay shit works. Like, David is a pretty big guy and now you’re with a, uh, small guy. Guy? Right?”
Lucian knitted his eyebrows a little. “Guy.”
“So you don’t really have a type, huh? ‘Cause David’s all buff and shit and Kai’s small. Nah, nah, no hater shit or anything, I’m a fuckin’ toothpick too, I’m just saying—”
“Freddy,” Charlie warned.
“No, no, I’m not saying it as a bad thing!” he clarified, raising his hands in the air like he was at gunpoint. “Like, I’m cool with the gay people and shit! But like, uh…so how does it work?”
Lucian laughed his stupid questions off without pause. Kai, on the other hand, felt anger welling up in his stomach. Not necessarily because of the questions, but because of Lucian’s discomfort from them.
“What do you mean by ‘work?’”
“Uhm…”
“Freddy,” Charlie warned one last time, clearly ready to pounce on the mistake he might make.
Clearing his throat a little, Freddy rubbed the rim of his shot glass. “Like, who’s the man in the relationship then?”
“We’re both men,” Lucian answered swiftly.
“Yeah, but there’s like a woman role and a man role, right? Kind of? Am I totally wrong? Shiiit, I dunno, man. Like one guy holds the door for the other? And gets the flowers? And shit?”
With an irritated groan, Charlie smacked a hand over his forehead. “Dude, just be quiet. You’re embarrassing.”
“No, but I’m being serious!”
“Why do you care so much? Are you getting in a relationship with another man?”
“No!”
“So stop harassing them about it! Who cares?!”
“I was curious, Charlie! Damn!”
Lucian laughed again, raising his hand to his mouth this time to hide the blush rising to his face out of embarrassment from the attention. Charlie flattened one of Freddy’s spikes as a gesture to stop talking, causing him to punch him back and fix it with a groan.
“Anyway, Kai. You look like a vampire for real. It’s kind of creepy.”
Kai didn’t say anything. Not because he didn’t understand, but because Freddy’s presence was simply annoying him now. Clutching at Lucian’s arm even tighter, he moved in closer so their thighs would touch as he leaned his head up against his shoulder. Freddy laughed awkwardly, unsure of what to make of his blank slate face. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed to appreciate his ability to get Freddy to shut up.
“Do you really think so?” Lucian filled in the silence, leaning his head against Kai’s to showcase his affections for him. “I think Kai’s adorable. He doesn’t have a creepy bone in his body!”
Freddy exchanged glances with Charlie. Charlie rolled his eyes as his evident indirect message.
“Sorry if we’re bothering you. We’re just waiting for Thomas to get out here,” Charlie finally explained why they were sitting with them, resting his head in his hand and looking across the room for any sign of him. “Usually we sit here and play cards or something.”
“Oh! Are we in the way?” Lucian grabbed his bag instinctively to move in case they were.
Freddy patted his shoulder. “Nahhh, you’re good. I don’t hang out with a lot of gay people, so—!”
Shoving his shot glass against Freddy’s lips, Charlie shut him up instantaneously. “I’m sorry, guys. He had too many shots.”
“It’s okay!” Lucian reassured him, smiling brightly again despite Freddy dimming the mood earlier. Kai was too focused on the other person approaching the table to notice. “He’s not being mean or anything.”
“Hey.”
All four of their heads perked up at the same time to the sound of the new voice joining the conversation, revealing Misha standing near one of the empty seats. He still rocked his sunglasses and unkempt hair, sitting down while balancing three red party cups of alcohol in his hands. Once he set them all down, he smiled weakly.
“Ко́тик told me to come over here so we could talk.”
“Who?”
“The beaten boy,” Misha reiterated. He chuckled about it to himself a little. “Thomas.”
Charlie made a sour face and Freddy laughed at the name, nudging him with his arm and knocking over his empty shot glass. Instinctively, Lucian shifted closer to Kai.
“You’re Misha, right?” he asked politely, raising his hand to shake. “I’m Lucian and this is my boyfriend, Kai. It’s nice to meet you!”
They couldn’t see it behind the sunglasses, but it was pretty obvious he was taking in both of their appearances. Kai noticed a lot of people do that here, especially guys more than girls. He didn’t really know how else to take it other than them sizing Lucian up. And he hated it.
Taking his hand, he gave an awkward grin and shook it. “Misha.”
Now the table was surrounded by people Kai didn’t know or like. Great.
Tugging at Lucian’s sleeve a little, Kai gave him a pleading expression. Lucian smiled at him sweetly to try and silently reassure him everything was fine, rubbing his thumb against his knuckles beneath the table.
“Ко́тик is a bit drunk. Just a fair warning,” Misha said, chugging down a cup of booze himself right afterwards.
Freddy straightened out one of his liberty spikes again and leaned closer to him. “Dude, are you that Russian guy Thomas was talking about earlier?”
“Maybe? How am I supposed to know?”
“Duuude! Okay, so say something in Russian real quick.”
“Хуесос, хуесос, хуесос — тебе от этого радостно?”
“Hahaha! What did you say?”
“I like your hair.”
Finally having enough, Kai stood up with Lucian’s arm still clutched in his hand, pulling him along like a trolly. Lucian giggled nervously again, grabbing his bag and following his lead to wherever he planned on going. Probably far away from not only them, but all the people.
“Nice meeting you, красивое личико.”
Lucian tilted his head in confusion. Before he could ask his question properly, Kai whisked him away, only giving him time to wave goodbye and smile.
Kai didn’t know the exact layout of the house, seeing as he had only seen the place a couple of times during past Halloween parties. However, he knew the place well enough to know where the best hiding spots were, taking Lucian somewhere he was confident nobody else would be — upstairs. Not on the second floor, but the third. It was pretty much common knowledge that the third floor was off limits to everyone. Luckily, Kai didn’t share that common understanding.
Still holding his hand tight, Lucian briefly glanced behind his shoulder to make sure nobody was paying attention. He swallowed hard and moved in closer to Kai, catching up to his quick and steady footsteps.
“Kitty,” he began, his voice just as sweet as it was moments earlier. “I’m sorry if I made you upset or anything. Did those guys hurt your feelings?”
Kai stopped. Nearly running into him, Lucian let out a short gasp before stopping himself in the nick of time. Releasing his hand, Kai moved closer to one of the many windows on the floor, showcasing the moon’s elegant hue shining through the stained glass. The third floor was quieter. Calmer, though its natural eeriness made it almost impossible to completely relax.
“Kai?” Lucian sounded worried now, linking his arms around Kai’s and moving in closer. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Finally, Kai turned to him with an uncanny grin. Anybody else would find it hard to interpret as anything less than weird. But telling from the look on Lucian’s face, he thought it was cute all the same. His eyes landed on his lips, then to his eyes, smiling weakly back as he struggled to be able to read Kai’s unnerving demeanor.
“I hate people,” Kai finally said. He moved his arm away from Lucian’s to raise his hands to the top of the window, unlocking it on either side.
Lucian frowned. “I know…I didn’t realize it would be so hectic. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“When I came here last time, this is where I went.” Kai opened the window entirely now, planting his combat boot on the sill without a moment’s worth of hesitation. The height nor the distance between him and the ground frightened him. He was used to the feeling by now. However, that didn’t mean Lucian was accustomed to it, immediately reaching his hands out to grab him in case he were to fall. He didn’t. Instead, he grabbed Lucian’s wrist instead. “Come with me.”
“Kai, i-it’s kind of scary out there—!”
“You won’t fall.” Kai’s smile drifted off into one of his infamous blank stares he gave whenever he was serious, conveying he was not even slightly concerned about Lucian’s safety. He had him. That’s all that mattered.
Taking his word for it, Lucian stepped outside too, dropping his bag on the floor before he climbed out. Kai stood up straight as Lucian hunched himself close to him, gripping onto his chest while being unable to unlock his knees from being at a nearby crouch. He let out a whine of nervousness before giggling a little, letting his scrunched up face ease into a smile. The wind blew through his soft hair. Pretty.
“So high up!” Lucian whined, finally opening his eyes wide enough to look into Kai’s. “How are you not scared?”
Kai helped him straighten out his posture, finally getting him to level himself evenly with him. He didn’t let go for even a second, clearly afraid of what would happen if he did. Kai didn’t mind it. He liked the feeling of Lucian being dependent on him.
“No more people,” Kai purred. He tilted his head upward to look at the starry sky, smiling sweetly now. “I like it better now.”
Lucian looked back toward the open window, then to him again, laughing nervously. “Good…! Eek! My legs feel so wobbly up here!”
“It’s okay,” Kai hummed, planting his hand up against Lucian’s cheek. He caressed his cheekbone with the tip of his thumb like Lucian always did for him. “You’re doing good.”
The same phrases Lucian used to comfort him. Blushing, Lucian followed as Kai led him closer to the edge of the roof, sitting down with his legs dangling over. Lucian wasn’t as brave, keeping his feet planted on the rooftop and bunching his legs up against his chest while sitting beside him.
“They look so tiny from up here.” Lucian pointed down at the guys at the fire pit and the two figures nearby the woodline. “It’s like we’re up in the clouds or something!”
Kai blinked slowly. “Lulu.”
“Yeah?”
He hesitated for a moment, leaning in closer. “Do I look small?”
Puzzled by this, Lucian shook his head. “No, sweetheart. You’re just as big as me!”
With a sigh, Kai looked back toward the ground, kicking his feet in the air. “Those guys said I looked small. They thought I was weird.”
Lucian pouted hearing him say such sad things, shaking his head even harder this time. “It’s not that they think you’re weird, Kai. They just know that you’re different. Being different is a good thing. It’s what makes you, you!”
Perplexed by the idea, Kai stared at him for longer than anticipated before having any idea on what to say. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
Another breeze drifted through his hair. Only this time, it highlighted the look of utter shock written across his face.
“What?” Now it was Lucian’s turn being the one without a response.
Tucking his hands into his lap, Kai watched his feet kick back and forth in the air. “Because I’m small.”
The topics shifted so quickly in the span of a couple seconds that it visibly took Lucian a few extra moments to catch up. Once he finally comprehended what he was being told, he smiled fondly at him, shifting in closer.
“Baby…”
“I feel sad,” Kai admitted. He bunched his hands into fists in his lap. “I want to be big so everyone leaves you alone. I want…I want to be the man.”
Lucian didn’t say anything for a while. Seeing as Kai didn’t have a very good concept of time between his words, he didn’t mind the silence. Instead, he focused his attention onto the two girls walking into the woodline, suddenly recognizing them from their dresses.
“Jenna and Melanie.” He pointed at them.
Ignoring it, Lucian grabbed Kai’s face and kissed him. Kai didn’t close his eyes, too surprised by the sudden gesture to know how to reciprocate. When he pulled away, Kai kept staring like he had seen a ghost.
“Don’t listen to them,” Lucian said this so sternly that Kai’s heart skipped a beat. “Who cares if you’re small? I’m small too. I tried a bunch of times to have muscles and be strong, but that’s just not what’s meant for me, y’know? And you are strong! You’re the strongest guy I know! I’m serious, Kai!”
Kai blinked slowly. “Really?”
“Yeah! You’re so strong! You’ve gone through so much and—!” Lucian stopped himself mid-sentence, swallowing down hard and finally releasing him to look at the scenery down below again. “You’re so brave. Don’t let anybody try to tell you you’re not.”
Silence. This time, Kai sensed the tension.
Kai broke through his personal space to get up close to his face, watching as his eyelashes fluttered a little from the sudden movement. “Are you sad?”
Lucian smiled. “I’m not!”
Kai didn’t back off. Blushing harder, Lucian didn’t break their eye contact.
“Lulu.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” Kai purred.
Finally making a move to break the deadlock, Kai hugged him. Lucian held him back with less pressure, resting his head on his shoulder.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for coming with me. Even though you hate people.”
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“Melanie.”
Her voice was the only thing keeping her stable. Steadying her eyes from the ground to her face, she smiled softly to show she was listening, clasping her hand even harder. It was warm outside with crickets and other little bugs chirping away through the trees. And while, a few minutes earlier, they had passed a couple guys at a fire pit near the back porch, it suddenly felt like they were the only two left in the world under the starry sky. Her, Jenna, and the moon.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
It was a weird question. At least, Melanie thought the way she worded it was. They were only going for a midnight stroll outside to get away from the party for a while, letting Mia help Carl out with being sick and abandoning all the guys who were trying to hit on them. Jenna had suggested it. Melanie felt like she could read her mind in that moment, like they’d been on the same wavelength the whole time. But now, she was starting to get a serious look to her face and Melanie couldn’t understand why.
“Do what?” Melanie bubbled, tucking her hair behind her ear so it wouldn’t blow in her face anymore. “Come back here with you?”
“Yeah,” Jenna said softly, turning back to look at the path ahead of them. She squeezed her hand a little tighter. “Remember that Halloween party?”
Melanie laughed. “That prank was fucked up, Jen! You really scared me! But yeah, I still trust you after that. Why, are you gonna try and scare me again—?”
“No.” Jenna interrupted her, jerking her head instantaneously to the side to look at her directly. She smiled again once they made eye contact. “No, I’m not that mean.”
Grabbing the same hand she was already holding, Melanie moved in even closer and giggled. “Sooo, what do you wanna show me?”
“We’re almost there,” she assured her. “Just a little further.”
And so, they kept going. Melanie couldn’t hear the music from the house anymore or the guys laughing outside, enveloped in the sound of nature and nothing else. There was a certain level of stress that came with walking through the dark woods at night, even with her girlfriend by her side, so she wasn’t completely at ease. That was okay. From what she could tell, Jenna wasn’t completely relaxed either. She seemed tense about something, like she wanted to tell her a secret that nobody else could know. Melanie blamed it on her worries about a bear or a crazy guy hiding back here, sniffling every so often and trying to keep her head straight. Her vision was slightly impaired. Not as bad as it could’ve been.
Jenna let go of her and stopped. Melanie smiled ear to ear watching her step to the side, going to stand directly behind her.
“Okay, ready?”
“Ready,” Melanie purred.
Jenna covered her eyes with her hands and Melanie laughed again, grabbing her wrists to better lead herself as they walked further. She loved surprises.
They stopped after a few steps and Melanie shuddered in excitement, feeling Jenna’s breath on the back of her neck as she closed in. She was suddenly struck by the idea that Jenna could’ve just wanted some alone time together out here, but she couldn’t imagine her ever wanting to do something on the hard ground. But with the way her hand rode up her stomach and chest, she suddenly felt as if her questions had been answered.
Jenna kissed her neck. Melanie swallowed hard and clenched her hands into fists. “Jenna…”
“Open them.”
Melanie did just that, finding herself to be directly in front of a cute little pond. There was a small deck on the other side, clearly decorated and well taken care of by whoever did the Hall’s maintenance work. Despite that, it still didn’t look as if it had many visitors, which was a shame for how beautiful it was. There were lily pads on the furthest side of the water. White pedals from the flowers blooming on the trees above, too.
In awe of Jenna’s miraculous find, Melanie hurried over to get a closer look, suddenly disregarding her physical affection from moments earlier. “Oh my God! Jen, this is sooo cute! Who knew Thomas was keeping something so romantic up his sleeve?”
Jenna scoffed a little. “Knowing that rich boy, he probably forgot all about this place.”
Kneeling at the edge of the water, Melanie dipped her fingers inside to feel out its temperature. It was cold now that the sudden was all put away, the rings of her touch washing over the surface. For as drunk as she was, it was a miracle she didn’t fall in.
“Sooo pretty, Jen…” Melanie sang, turning to look up at her again. “It’s like something out of a dream!”
“Yeah?” Jenna kneeled down beside her.
Nodding, Melanie focused her attention back to the water again. “I’d want to stay here forever.”
“It would be a nice place to die, right?”
Confused by her morbid take on it, Melanie blinked rapidly a few times and cocked her head. “What?”
Jenna didn’t back down. Instead, she locked eye contact with her longer, smiling innocently as if she had something entirely ordinary. “To die. Like, if a guy came to kill you, it’d be better to die in a pretty place like this than anywhere else.”
Melanie giggled nervously, twirling her finger in the water while brief moments of silence passed. “I don’t wanna think about dying, Jen. That’s too depressing.”
“So, what? It’s a part of life.”
“Still, though.” Melanie lifted her eyes to her again. “Imagining either of us dying…it makes me sick to my stomach. Sometimes I think we’ll live forever and ever.”
Jenna only hummed. Not even the slightest thing changed from her previously perfect face.
“That would be nice, right?” Melanie leaned in closer, completely unaffected by Jenna’s off-putting behavior while cupping her hands up into her own. “If we could live forever.”
She smiled.
“There’s a way you can live forever, Mel.”
“Really?” She wanted to believe her more than anything. “Like how?”
Jenna stood up. Still peering up at her, Melanie’s big doe eyes engraved her beautiful face into her mind. She didn’t look completely happy. Maybe a little sad. Either way, she caressed Melanie’s face and lifted her chin up some more to get an even better look at her face.
“Inside of me.” Jenna’s voice never faltered.
Confused, Melanie continued to gaze blankly. Jenna rubbed her lips with one of her thumbs before pushing it into her mouth, brushing the tip against her bottom teeth. She smiled even wider and Melanie began to blush, grabbing her wrist to prevent her from putting it any further inside. She knew she would gag.
Jenna obeyed her silent boundaries and pulled her top up to let her see the scar across her tummy. Melanie sat up on her knees to plant her hands into Jenna’s thighs to steady herself and see it better. She kissed it. Jenna hummed lovingly.
“Let me eat you, Melanie.” Jenna’s voice was airy, her eyes somehow showcasing a desperation Melanie wasn’t aware of her being able to have. Before she could answer, Jenna kneeled back down to stay eye-level with her. “Let me keep you alive.”
Jenna kissed her. Without hesitation, Melanie kissed her back with the same intensity, burying her fingers deep inside her blonde hair. She pulled herself onto one of Jenna’s knees to relieve the tension of being so far away, craving physical affection unlike ever before. Even when Jenna pulled away, stuck her face into her neck, and bit down hard.
Melanie gasped in a mixture of shock, confusion, and excitement, flooded with Deja Vú from the other times she had done this. And every single time, Melanie sat there and took it, wanting her to feel good. Wanting to be useful.
“Jen…” Melanie squeezed her tighter. “Jen, that hurts…”
Lifting her lips from her wound, Jenna didn’t even bother to look up. “I love you.”
Blushing even harder, Melanie spoke with her lips still against her neck. “Jenna…”
She was so close. Melanie wasn’t going to fight back. She was too naive to even think that far ahead, too drunk to even realize what kind of situation she was in.
But even then, Jenna couldn’t bring herself to do anything but taste the sweet blood from her wound. It was so fresh, so good, that she felt she could barely function without it. Melanie whined a little and backed away, only for Jenna to grab her shoulders and hold her in place, pulling herself onto her lap to straddle her legs.
“Jenna…!”
She could end it now. She wouldn’t have to hear her cry.
But instead, Jenna backed away to look at her, her head still low. She didn’t say anything, simply listening.
With tears in her eyes, Melanie grabbed her neck just to see the amount of blood seeping out. It wasn’t too bad yet. Not in Jenna’s eyes. But to Melanie, she felt as though she was close to dying. She got dizzy from the alcohol and sudden adrenaline rush, swallowing hard to try to understand what was going on. She couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. That’s exactly why Jenna kissed her again, this time running her hands down her chest until she lined herself right against her heart. It was beating like crazy. Terrified. That only made Jenna smile wider.
“Am I really scaring you, baby?” she purred. “Aww, poor thing…”
Melanie moved in closer to interlock their lips again. “No. I’m not scared.”
Trembling, Melanie held her hand over the wound silently. Jenna kissed her again, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist to pull her right back into the impression that she was safe. And blindly, Melanie melted into her embrace.
