#callahanmuses

- starter for @callahan-muses​

Ryland had asked for absolutely none of this. He had not asked for his younger brother to show up at his front door. He had not asked for said brother to move in one of his many spare bedrooms. He definitely did not ask for Christopher to decide that his big brother Ryland was the greatest “big bro” to ever exist. The number of times he had wanted to slit the fucking kids throat in the last few months would be impossible to count.

It didn’t matter who told the kid what about his older brothers many crimes, it just didn’t seem to stick. It was as if there was a glitch in Christopher’s mind determined to erase any bad or damaging information about Ryland. While, at times, it had been a god send, it was also a pain in the goddamn ass. At this point, Ryland was just sick to death of this entire situation.

It seemed it was at last time to break the fuck out of his annoying little brother.

Clara Pearce. The girlfriend. She was a perfect tool. At first he had simply planned to use her as a means to get out his built up aggression, but he’d quickly realised she could serve him more than just that. Christopher loved her. He followed the blonde around like a fucking puppy dog. If he witnessed Ryland hurting the precious love of his life, perhaps that would stick. Then Ryland could have some fun.

“Remember how I said I wanted to show you something tonight?” Ryland asked, poking his head into his little brothers bedroom. It was fucking showtime.

         Ryan hated that she’d resorted to raiding trash cans for food, but she’d gotten desperate. She’d been caught stealing and had police called on her, and the threat of them had been enough to give her an extreme panic attack. She hadn’t ended up actually seeing the cops -- she’d made a break for it before they had turned up. But it had put her off trying to shoplift again. The fear of police was so ingrained in her that she couldn’t even think about them without finding herself struggling for breath and uncontrollably shaking.

         So now when her stomach twisted itself into knots from hunger she found herself in strangers backyards in the middle of the night trying to find something salvageable. The venture barely ever yielded decent results, but as stated -- she was desperate.

         However, being caught was not on her agenda. The house she was currently at had been the same one she’d been going to for a few weeks. She didn’t really deviate from routine if she didn’t feel the need to. She definitely felt the need to now, though.

         The bright light that shone on her, accompanied by the loud, unexpected voice, sent a shockwave through her, and she fell to the ground, landing on her butt. Her eyes were wide as she stared into the light initially, unable to see the person holding it but struggling to all the same. Then, when it got too much, she squinted and lifted her arm in front of her face in an attempt to shield herself from it.

         She didn’t run as she probably should have. She didn’t feel like she could run, frozen by fear as she was.

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Sometimes Evie wondered if Dino was possibly the actual cutest guy in the entire damn world. Sometimes meaning at least once a day. It wasn’t just his face. It was also the way he laughed, the jokes he made, the way he was so kind to everyone he came across. Dino Galante had one of the sweetest souls she had ever met and sometimes Evie also wondered if she might be in love with him.

That was probably just her tendency to over feel though.

“Stop what?”

Evie giggled and ducked away from his hand. “You know exactly what!” she insisted, shuffling sideways in an attempt to get out of his reach. “Stay back, Satan!” She held up her index finger and held her other index finger across it horizontally to make the shape of a cross at him, unable to stop giggling.

In the past month Peter Parker had learned one thing. Boys. Suck. 

Playing beer pong with Archangelo Casson at a random party had seemed completely harmless. Dipper and Oliver had vanished and the guy was pretty funny. Despite never having spoken before, they had talked for hours about basically anything. In his drunken state, Peter had even let the stupid Spider Man secret out and Archangelo had really seemed to believe him without questioning his sanity. It was a nice night, and that was all Peter ever assumed it would be.

You know, until the popular boy had shown up drunk on his doorstep a week later.

Since then, they kept winding up together. At school they didn’t speak. Archangelo looked straight through him. But then he’d show up with alcohol on his breath or message Peter requesting his presence at one party or another. Peter would show up, socialise awkwardly with people he barely knew until Archangelo was ready to leave. Peter was always saved until the party was over. Nobody could know after all. That would reveal Archangelo’s complete and utter gayness. Not to mention the fact that the spider kid was openly queer and on the popular kids To Torment list.

Tonight was another one of those typical nights. Archangelo had picked him up in his ridiculously expensive car. They’d driven to the party together but entered seperately and Peter had immediately lost track of the other boy. Every time they ran into each other, Archangelo had a different drink in his hand and looked even more intoxicated. It was obvious that none of the popular kids in attendence could understand why the hell Peter Parker was there based on the looks they kept giving him. So he stood in the corner sipping a pretty disgusting beer and wondering why he kept doing this.

After an hour or so of standing around, Peter headed upstairs to see if he could find a room quiet enough to call one of his friends to pick him up. He wasn’t sure how he’d explain why he was there. He couldn’t tell them he’d come with Archangelo. They’d have too many questions and Peter would never out the guy. On his way past the bathroom, he bumped into his supposed “date”.

“Can we talk?” he asked, nodding towards an open door at the end of the hall. Maybe the three beers he’d had would give him the courage to actually say something for once. He was tired of all of this.

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All of Damien’s words swirled around Will’s head, barely making any sense. They all blurred together in a chorus of taunts. A violent shiver ran through Will’s body as one sentence fully registered in his brain. “It’ll be fun to have you begging for your life on your knees...” The second his mind comprehended this, he felt a hard push and fell to the ground with a painful thud.

Ouch! His head hit the ground hard and Will squeezed his eyes shut in a feeble attempt to block the pain. Everything was so muddled. At this point, it was obvious he would be losing conciousness soon and he had no idea what the fuck the demon would do with him then. A million words tried to escape him but all he could really manage was two words. “Fuck. You.” before everything slipped into darkness.

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Ah, of course Marcus Lee was a fighter. Gabriel was pleased, for it had been too long since he had tortured someone externally. He was going to get this pretty boy on his knees, joyfully relishing every ounce of pain inflicted on the way. He watched, amused as his prey stumbled to his feet. They were eye level now and their eyes were locked. Marcus Lee’s fierce, Gabriel’s with a playful twinkle. The demon grinned, stepping forward and closing the gap between them. He raised his hand to Marcus Lee’s cheek, running his sharp fingernail down it. 

“Who’s going to stop me?” he purred, leaning forward so that his mouth was against the boys ear. “You?” Gabriel bit down on the lobe before pulling back, smirking as he wrapped his hand around the humans throat, tightening his grip slowly. “What are you going to do? Hurt Declan? You wouldn’t. Besides, you’re not strong enough to fight me.” To prove the point, he lifted Marcus Lee off the ground by the throat, grinning up at the boy before dropping him to the floor and crouching down beside him.

“I wouldn’t threaten me again if I were you. But I hope you do, because I have plenty of games I’d like to play with you. And trust me when I say....” Trailing off momentarily, he put a finger under the boys chin, lifting it so that their eyes met. “You won’t like them,” he growled.

Owen blinked in surprise at the girl in front of him. Rarely did anyone besides the barista speak to him on his daily Starbucks visits. He looked around, as if she could possibly be talking to anyone but him. “Me?” he asked dumbly. Shuffling his feet slightly, he pushed past the stupid question and nodded. “Uh...sure,” he smiled, pulling his hand out from his jean pockets and reaching out to brush her fingers. Trying to seem less awkward, he moved forward slightly to stand closer. It had been a long time since he’d held a girls hand like this, the feeling reminded him of what it had felt like being closeted throughout high school. Suffocating.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, looking around again wondering what had caused her strange request. He kept his voice low, in case she didn’t want anyone to hear.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, ignoring the question. Dante had simply said he sensed something, Caiden hadn’t for a second figured he would be right. How could the guy he’d come to consider a friend be a demon? The look in his eyes was so different now that the truth was out, and it made Caiden uneasy. What were you supposed to do about demons? Salt? Did he have salt in the kitchen? Could he get to the kitchen without being stopped?