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Current wip that im eager to talk about:

threadbare

poly romance and also a lot of drama

shade (the mc) is trying to figure out the mystery of something that happened a year ago because he's a little too curious

all while learning to accept himself and the idea that he too can be loved

he meets a goth baddie, a preppy boy and a bad boy and feels safe for the first time in his life

its on wattpad (under the title threadbare) which i know is cringe of me but i didn't know if there was a better place to put it

Shade had a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. Slightly metallic and salty, he licked his lips only to find the taste grew more overpowering. 

He continued to peel his chapped lips, more blood seeping out. The spark of pain was enough to pull him out of his mind and back to the conversation. 

“-be a fun way to pass the time! Where’s your sense of fun, Colson?” 

“Spin the bottle? We’re not kids at a sleepover-“ Leo shook his head at Freddie before taking a sip from his drink, the ice clanking in the plastic cup. 

“What are we talking about?” He ran a hand through the grass, hoping to appear disinterested in the conversation. Shade had, of course, only ever heard about spin the bottle. He never saw the appeal of locking lips with strangers. 

“Spin the bottle. Freddie wants to play. Do you know the rules?” Nat’s hair reflected the sun, her shaggy curls shiny and well maintained. 

The sun felt warm on Shade’s skin, like a tray of cookies fresh out the oven. Warm, soft, and plucked straight out of a memory. 

“Of course I know the rules” Shade responded, reaching out for the glass bottle between the four of them. He runs a finger along it, his hands searching for a crack that wasn’t there. Before he could actually spin the bottle, though, Freddie pushes it aside.

“Looks like it landed on me” 

Shade instinctually rolls his eyes, but he can’t keep a smile from spreading across his face. 

Freddie leans in closer, encroaching on Shade’s space. Shade reaches up and lays his hand on Freddie’s cheek. 

Leo’s voice breaks through their moment, “That’s not how you play the game, you asshole!” 

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Silvan Atwater let Porter guide him into a seat. He had limped the entirety of the way home, trying to adjust his steps so the searing pain in his back would calm down. It didn’t work.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, boss! Where’s Cosi?” Porter is bright-eyed, hyped up on adrenaline from his part of their expedition. His part, which he didn’t fail. For once, Porter did exactly as Silvan told him. 

He gave Porter a dark look. A look that said more than words could, in that moment. He knew Porter wasn’t bright enough, that he would misunderstand, but he just needed the younger boy to stop talking. 

“Cosi’s… dead? No, it can’t be, I saw her this morning. That can’t be the last time I saw her– I never got to hear her voice-” 

“For the love of the gods above, will you shut your mouth? Porter, She’s not dead. Stetson has her. I don’t know where she is.” 

“Your brother has her? Oh, god. We have to find her!” 

“Thank you, finally a good idea out of your mouth. Gather everyone. We need all the help we can get.” 

His voice broke through the tense silence like the rock that Cosi had thrown through an iced over lake, three weeks ago. 

The two of them had been going on a walk, it was his awkward way of trying to get to know her better. She hadn’t said a word since they’d met, that fateful night. 

They’d stopped at the bridge, and he’d sat himself up on the stone side. She’d watched him with wide eyes, ready to grab him in case he’d lost balance and fallen into the ice below. 

“This is my favorite place, and no one knows that.” He raised an eyebrow at her, putting on his stern voice, “I expect you to keep this a secret, Cosi.”

She nodded timidly, knowing what he’d done to those who betrayed his trust in the past. 

“My mother would take me here as a boy. Now, I’m grown, and she’s gone, but I still come back here.” 

Cosi leaned over the stone side, peering out across the lake. It was entirely smooth, almost translucent with how thin the ice was. Across the park, a toddler tested his luck on the ice, before being whipped away by his mother. 

“Get that rock over there” 

Cosi nodded, quickly finding the rock and picking it up. As she turned it in her hand, she noticed how the rock was ice cold, a dark, wet patch on the bottom. 

She took a step back over to where he was sitting, and thrust the rock out to him. 

“It’s not for me, it’s for you. I want to see how you throw.” His face had a permanent scowl etched on it, hardened from years of being thrown around and learning to be the strongest. Now, everyone feared him, including Cosi. 

Cosi, with all her limited strength, wound her arm up. She aimed for the lake, and flung the rock. 

The rock landed dead in the center, shattering the lake into glass-like shards. His claps filled the silence that followed. 

“Well done, Cosi. I think I know what you’d be good with. I’ll get my weaponist to whip something up.”

Cosi nodded, staring down into the damage she’d caused. 

And now, he’s restrained by two of Stetson’s grunts. Any other day, he’d be able to escape. However, today, his back is killing him. The half-healed injury decided to pick today of all days to flare up. 

“Take you? Instead? And why would I do something as stupid as that?” 

“You don’t want her!” 

Cosi couldn’t bear to see him in pain. She’d rather see the stone cold facade she had gotten to know over the past two months. 

“Taking her would hurt you more, and that’s all I want. I want you weak!” 

Cosi unsheaths a particular dart, one that his weaponist had forged for her. Half of her darts had skulls on them, while the other half were adorned with moons. If she was ever knocked unconscious, her adversaries would pick the skulls, assuming they meant poison. In reality, the labels were swapped. 

She runs her thumb along the skull embellishment, gripping the dart harshly. 

She turned her back to him, not wanting her last conscious sight to be his crying eyes, and approached Stetson. 

“Good choice girl. Save him.” 

She stood face to face with him, as she jammed the dart into the side of her neck. Stetson hissed through his teeth, his arms jutting out to catch her before she hit her head on the ground. 

“COSI!” Silvan’s voice explodes out of him, a volume she didn’t ever expect from the quiet, commanding man. 

Stetson’s voice was bitter, the taste of his voice lingering as she slipped into the unconscious world. 

“Now, why’d you have to do something as stupid as that?”