#savcred

eyes narrow as soon as the college student awakens due to the bright sunlight pouring in through the blinds. the young demon sits up quickly, which is a bad decision because immediately pain fills his head, causing him to flop back down. luke knew where he was, in someone else's bed but, he doesn't know who's. slowly, he turns his head to the right and as soon as eyes take in the bright reddish orange color he definitely knows who it is. how the fuck did this even happen? did he drink too much? probably. why didn't this guy kick him out after they finished? does he really want the awkward exchange that comes along with waking up next to someone you don't know after having sex? maybe he should actually wake the other up instead of just getting up and leaving.

luke props his head up on his hand and whispers as he lays a warm hand on leo's chest. is that his name? yea, yea it is.

❝ hey, dude. wake up. ❞

it seemed that, most of the time, he wasn’t paying attention when someone approached him to talk. or to just say random things that weren’t needed. eyes widened as he turned to look at the stranger. his features took on a look of confusion as he stared for a long moment like he needed time to comprehend what they said.

in reality? the words had sunk in almost as soon as they hit the air. it cracked at him like a whip and sunk deep into his chest.

almost like how his stomach dropped with it. and how he felt like he might throw up.

any relationship he had with someone was a sensitive subject and one that no one was able to speak negatively about. there was just something about the younger dunbar that made him so protective over any person he considered himself close to. which also meant that being the victim of any criticism or rudeness about them was never a good idea. not to mention how….. strained ryder and liam’s relationship had become so having it thrown in his face wasn’t the best feeling.

never one to fully understand emotions or what he was feeling… ryder didn’t even have any way to describe the range of emotions that swept through him. there was a large part of his mind tugging at him to just start crying and he could almost feel his body trying to make him do just that. and then came the most natural response for him- back straightened to raise him to his full height as he glared at the stranger asshole.

shit. shit. shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

a dark feeling swelled in his chest, rising to practically press against his lungs, practically suffocating him. was this how vince felt when he worked overtime? sure, he was familiar with the feeling of anxiety. he was anxiety. it definitely wasn’t a feeling that he enjoyed especially how much he was feeling it at the moment. how did the personification of anxiety get so much anxiety?

there was nothing quite like being hired to kill something and finding out that they were you childhood best friend. it got even better with the fact that said friend beat the shit out of you. ryder probably would have been dead if the demon hadn’t recognized him. that didn’t mean that he didn’t have to spend some time trying to get better.

“what are you going?” his face scrunched up when he noticed the demon out of the corner of his eye. even after years, he was still suspicious of him whenever he tried to be ‘sneaky.’ which, once again, was easy to notice. the blonde let out a dramatic sigh as he turned his body to face his friend… only to be thrown over his shoulder with a startled yelp. annoyance almost went unnoticed because of how startled he was.

ryder was known around his grade to be someone that everyone else liked. he was almost the ‘high school dream boy.’ if he was just a little bit more talkative…. a little bit more into partying or if he dated a little bit more. if only he seemed more interested in most of the things that went along with being a teenager. the younger dunbar was well known and well-liked. he just didn’t have too many friends because of that.

the fact that he was at a part was almost surprising all on it’s own. but the fact that he actually decided to participate in the game was even more surprising. almost like he thought he wouldn’t be chosen. after all, people had skipped over him at previous parties. some even simply excluded him because he never really wanted to participate so he would just sit and observe.

it seemed like they wanted him to participate for that one.

a startled noise escaped him when he was all but hauled up by one of the girls. after all, ryder hadn’t paid too much attention to the game or the bottle so he didn’t know where it landed. he didn’t even know who had spun it. (seriously. did the guy go to one of the other schools because ryder genuinely didn’t recognize him). the girl, probably the hostess or the one who made herself the leader of the group playing games, practically dragged them both to the closet. the door closing was obnoxiously loud to his ears and he blinked rapidly at the different lighting.