overwhelmed!

''We can't know that now,'' she lets her head rest back against the chair, eyes pondering over to where she knew her boyfriend was, she should be stopping this conversation,''it would have.. been different if it was you,''

" i love you , y'know ? i'm shitty at love , but i wanna be better for you. "

he whined softly,''i love you too .... just hold me, okay?''

"didn't think i'd be fighting for couch space at three a.m., ben." but he's not complaining... rarely does he get to spend time with the living. pauses, however, eyebrows wrinkling for a moment. "gonna need some elaboration on the look though, dude... i just showered, so i know for a fact that i don't still smell like a kitchen." perhaps it's the fact that he's wearing just flannel pajama pants, a fact cassius hasn't pondered yet.

''...i couldn't sleep, i was gonna use the tv for some quiet gaming..'' his eyes stayed primarily fixated on his chest, only daring to venture downwards after a few seconds,''usually when you do, it just makes me hungry, really.'' he shakes his head, rubbing his eyes,''no shirt.. bud,''

"Don't be weird about it." Trey said as he leaned back in the couch, rolling his eyes at the other's teasing. "I'm asking you what it's like to suck dick because, you know, happy pride." He's playing with the bottle of beer between his fingers, already regretting the question as he glanced around the house party they were at. "Never mind."

xavier couldn't helped the giggle that left his mouth, but it wasn't at him. thinking about describing sucking diick sounded so funny to him,''hey.. no, it's an understandable question. but i mean it can be fulfilling? and if you have an oral fixation, it does wonders.''

... “ i know you know, don't pretend that you don't. i won't let it go. ” / @b3gg3d.

''you're acting like you killed someone.. or something,'' he tilted his head, brows furrowing in confusion,''unless this is some weird pick up line i'm not understanding ..''

six months was definitely generous. it was definitely closer to three — not that aria was counting or anything. he sighs as he runs the water in the bathroom sink until it's warm, soaking and wringing out a washcloth with precise motions. " i don't think you're stupid. " he steps before wyatt, one hand cupping his chin, tilting his face upward as he gently wipes away the dried blood and grime. objectively, it's not that serious. he's seen far worse at the clinic he volunteers at, in his rotations for school, hell even the scrums that shake out of various hockey games. wyatt could be vicious when he was angry — aria doesn't doubt the other guy came away worse than the minor cuts and bruising he sees now. he brushes a thumb tenderly over the angry red flesh beneath wyatt's eyes. there will be no hiding the bruise it'll be come morning. " you'll live — " he says, hands drawing down, washcloth exchanged for antiseptic. " did he hit you anywhere else ?? — and don't even try hiding it from me. "

his eyes remained fixated on the other, fingers tapping on his knee like an impatient child. as much as he didn't mind being taken care of, he usually preferred the part where they curled up on the couch and watched some bad tv or movie.''i am extremely stupid, well besides maybe street smarts,'' a laugh left his lips, which hurt just a bit. that wasn't a good sign, but he's had worse, it's fine. he carefully let the other do his work, whimpering only slightly when his hands drew away from him. he knew there was no logical reason for him to keep touching him like that, most of his injuries would just heal with some cleaning and time.''think he got a hit on my chest but besides that, i'm okay.'' gently lifts up his shirt, holding it with his teeth.

riley  didn't  know  what  she  expected  in  response  to  her  comment,  but  a  laugh  and  engagement?  she  half  expected  to  be  dead  already.  "  more  than  i  really  care  to  admit.  "  too  many  nights  had  been  spent  scrolling  on  her  phone  and  while  she  was  guilty  of  a  fantasy,  she  hadn't  exactly  wanted  it  to  spread  to  real  life.  "  do  you  often  doom  scroll  or  this  how  you  always  spend  your  free  time?  "  asked,  as  if  she  could  talk  her  way  out  of  it,  trying  to  hide  just  how  nervous  she  really  was.

she was on his list, he knew that. the interaction could have been over ten seconds ago. but she strangely intrigued him. ''i think most of our generation spends their time buried in tiktok or snapchat-- wait that's too 2010's,'' a hum, slowly starting to stalk around her. his blade was currently stuck in his boot in easy reach.''believe it or not, it's my first time, we think i'm doing okay?'' a grin spread across his features, the mask partially showing it.''but no who doesn't doomscroll, though i can't say i've ended up on booktok often.''

''i just think this isn't working..''

well,  fuck.  she'd  ran  straight  into  a  dead  end,  all  alone.  she  had  no  idea  if  any  of  her  friends  were  even  still  alive  never  mind  where  they  were.  heart  pounded  against  her  chest  as  she  turned  to  face  the  masked  person  before  her.  gaze  taking  them  in,  tongue  dashing  over  lips.  "  you  know  if  this  was  a  book,  this  could  be  a  really  good  meet  cute.  " yes. because now was definitely the time to make jokes.

he had a headache, the screaming was actually driving him a little bit up the wall. he's only killed.. two? he thinks, yet their acting like he's reached spree killer status already. he had four specific people to kill then he was out. a laughter left his lips, tilting his head as he looked at her. voice changer clicking on,''you spend that much time on tiktok?''

a shiver runs down hollis’ spine upon hearing how desperate ben’s pleas are. and, god, does he want to take him home and devour him. they’re in public, mingling with some of hollis’ teammates at a house party - - hollis can’t be thinking dirty thoughts, not in public. “baby,” he all but purrs, a soft smirk dancing on his lips. “so needy, hmm?” tsks and gives ben a wink. “you’ve been good,” he agrees as he fishes for his keys in pocket. luckily, hollis’ penthouse is just down the hall from the one they’re standing in now. leans forward, brushing lips against ben's ear as he places the keys in his hand, "i'll be there in five. i have so many plans for you."

he was trying to be --- low key about how needy he was for the other, but he knew he wasn't doing the best job of that. especially if anyone looked at him longer than five minutes,''just for you..'' there's a giggle, hands slowly dropping from his shirt. he practically prunes at the praise, any other noise going on around them drowning out. he takes the keys and looks back to him, he didn't wanna leave his side.''you better be.. don't wanna have to start without you,'' shaking his body to let the shiver pass.

wyatt doesn't look any better in the lights at their front door, aria's eyes already raking over the damage done to his friend's face and forming a plan of action once they're inside. his thoughts do halt at wyatt's flimsy planned explanation, though, his brain caught on someone was being a dick about you as he follows wyatt into the quiet of their apartment. " you really can't keep doing this, " he insists, kicking off his shoes and making a beeline for their bathroom where he keeps a far too well stocked assortment of medical supplies — trusting that wyatt will simply follow him. " you could get yourself seriously hurt — what if — what if you broke something ?? then couldn't play ?? " granted, he doesn't think wyatt has, but his point still stands. " i'm — " his sentence breaks off in an abrupt huff, the rest of the sentiment sealed behind his lips. i'm not worth that. aria catches himself before it comes to light ; he knows better than to say that too. he lets out a long sigh, head tilting towards the toilet with the cover down. " just — just sit and let me see how bad it is. "

wyatt followed him into the bathroom, like the obedient puppy he was to the other man,''you're acting like i get into fights about you weekly or something, it's been.. like six months!'' he knew he wasn't helping the situation, but he couldn't bring himself to care. he'd do anything for aria, he already had and would again. brows furrow at his words,''then i couldn't .... but i haven't, as stupid as i am, i'm pretty sure i know by now when i've broken something.'' he tilts his head, a slight scoff leaves his mouth. he can guess exactly where he was going with that one, having been trying to knock that out of his head for years. he sits slowly, looking up at him.''what's the verdict, doc?''

allows herself to listen to him speak without getting defensive, without crawling into herself and getting her haunches up. lets him take her hands into his in this representation of how intermingled their lives — their thoughts — are. by the time he's done speaking, nuala allows them to sit in the absence of words, the tone set by the ebb and flow of their chests as they breathe. slowly, the brunette brings their hands closer to her whilst slouching forward in the space between them. what her heart aches to do is hide her face in tim's chest, but worries that might not be her best move, so instead, she rests against their clasped hands. a sigh no less than the weight of the world falls from her lips. isn't sure what to say, not when she knows he's spoken a truth she has yet to admit to herself... so the singer settles on that jagged little truth she'd been pocketing. "he fucked my agent."

boundaries feel like their broken, which he'll figure out later if that's a bad thing or not. right now he's just focusing on the woman in front of him, the one whose held his heart longer than he ever thought possible. a slight whine comes out of his mouth at her actions, taking a deep breath before pulling her into his arms. their already past the point of no return, what worse could happen from it? he starts stroking her hair, abruptly stopping at the words that leave her mouth.''sorry? what did you just say?'' he hoped his face didn't give away the thought of; what in the actual fuck.