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101ocs · 2 months ago

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🚗🍃💚🍸and 🤔 for whoever :3c

we gonna make out 👅

�� - does your oc have a driver's license?

Max

Sam

he actually does! he’s a very good driver too!! very responsible, safe, and had good road etiquette…which is funny considering thomas taught him how to drive. he was always the designated driver when thomas was conked 😭

Evelyn

no….she’d have a mental break down as soon as she sat in that driver’s seat if i’m being honest…CANNOT handle unpredictable situations…

Thomas

yea he sure does have a driver’s license + motorcycle license…cracked at driving 😝 never got into a wreck before but GODDAMN he’s an aggressive driver 😭 cuts ppl off constantly, never follows the speed limit, drives drunk, flips people off for no reason, ALL THAT. but like i said he’s cracked at it 💪

Lucian

he doesn’t have his license, but i have faith he could drive if he needed to. david taught him the basics and let him drive around backroads for funsies so he has a lil bit of experience. don’t put that boy on the highway though 😭

Melanie

HELL NO DO NOT LET HER NEAR A—

David

yes and he’s also very good at driving!! sort of a neutral driver, not too aggressive or defensive, and does his own thing. he can operate the vehicle perfectly while being drunk or high so that’s a plus 🩷

🍃 - what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

Max

SCIENCE!!!! specifically environmental kinda of science :3 he does the best in that class, always has A’s. then again, he’s a straight A student, so like….well. other than English, specifically spelling and grammar. English is his worst enemy. 💔 (he’ll hide his spelling packet homework and proceed to get his ass beat when messiah finds it 😝)

Sam

he’s the best at math but his favorite is English….HATES science or anything that has too many numbers and letters mixed up 😵‍💫 ESPECIALLY hates chemistry bc he’s paired up with David for the whole year and he doesn’t do shit/isn’t there more than half the time. plus, they always end up blowing shit up or breaking shit in which sam always gets blamed for somehow 💔 (if david was asleep it can’t be his fault guys!!!!!!!)

Evelyn

she was homeschooled, but English was always her fave. she loves reading and writing…i mean shit her handwriting looks like the Declaration of Independence……😭 HATES math though. she can do it, but it makes her EXTREMELY frustrated and sends her into a RAGE unlike any other…too many odd numbers near even numbers? bye. (she genuinely just don’t like how the work LOOKS….)

Thomas

hates all the subjects at school but has perfect/above perfect grades in every single one of his classes 😭 HES SUPER SMART. his fave would probably be history though cause he likes to listen about old torture methods and shit like that….but if he takes music theory/music classes in one of his semesters, that would def be his fave. he’s really good at guitar!

Lucian

his fave subject is english!! he’s always been really good at reading and writing from day one. but his WORST subject is science…he can’t keep his eyes open or his head up and almost ALWAYS gets detention in that class. (Mr. Golden HATES his ass for no apparent reason…same guy who called his stepdad down to the school when he fell asleep again and asked HIM what was going on 😝!!!!!)

Melanie

hates all the subjects but does the best in math and does the worst in history. (she has a terrible time at remembering names if there isn’t a face right in front of her, so those historical figures are alien to her….) regardless, she’s failing all her classes because how often she misses, how she never turns in her homework, and how she always sleeps in class…😭

David

HATES SCHOOL ASF…..FAILING MISERABLY. he’s 19 years old as a senior AGAIN bc he got held back once alr 😭 but his best subject is math (he’s actually cracked at it but doesn’t apply himself) and his worst is English, specifically like grammar and stuff 💔

💚 - does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Max

OUTSIDE!!!!! he loves animals and bugs and flowersss but ESPECIALLY camping!!! he always acts like he’s isolated from society and has to survive on his own knowing damn well he’s in his own backyard 😭 “it’s getting dark…gotta make a fire soon…or i may die…” typa shit 💔

Sam

inside. hates being outside usually. well. unless he’s on a picnic date with riley or something :3 buuut he prefers to be inside reading and away from the bugs ❌

Evelyn

INSIDE 1000%. less ways to die, cleaner, calmer, INSIDE. she doesn’t really like going outside all too much unless it’s her daily walk she doesn’t around the garden…otherwise she’d rather be inside, safe from whatever creatures, critters, and crawlers are out there.

Thomas

inside. there’s a party inside. there’s a bed inside. there’s drinks inside. there’s hot girls inside. 😵‍💫 party + bed + drink + hot girls = YAYYYYY — plus there’s always a possibility of seeing kids and animals outside, so he’d rather stay in.

Lucian

outside :3 he loves gardening!!! planting flowers, picking weeds, watering plants, all that kind of stuff! bonus points when he sees worms or ladybugs or caterpillar…more points for frogs…EXTRA BONUS when he sees fuzzy things like bunnies and ground hogs and mice :3 HE LOVES NATURE!!!

Melanie

absolutely fucking not outside. it messes with her hair, makeup, and overall look. plus, when she’s wearing her fits, she doesn’t wanna get them dirty and/or be too hot/cold, which the outside ALWAYS MAKES HAPPEN!!! she hates that shit. inside 100%.

David

outside. he has to smoke outside so…but he particularly likes to go outside and when it’s dark out. late night drives, back alley walks, seeing cute boys unspoken for—UH OH!!! he likes the outside :3

🍸 - what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? if they can drink…lmao…

Sam

he likes light stuff like margaritas, martinis, pina coladas….but sometimes he dabbles in harder stuff, too. his favorite is probably a Bloody Mary.

Thomas

anything with vodka or rum, he’s down. but he REALLY likes himself some Blue Long Island Iced Tea 😝

Lucian

WHISKEY and TEQUILA were always his favorites. he would drink em separate, mix em, whatever….but to be fair, he would practically drink anything given to him. RIP his liver…

Melanie

VODKA WAS HER BABYYYY she loved having any drink with vodka in it. her favorite were screwdrivers or Long Island Iced Tea 🩷

David

like Lu, loves whiskey drinks the most. his favorite are whiskey sours or manhattans!!

🤔 - what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Max

laughs EXTREMELY loud, picks his scabs and bandaids, sticks out his tongue + looks up when he’s thinking, bobs his head when he’s listening to music, hums when it’s quiet (hates the silence), can’t sleep without noise, doodles absentmindedly.

Sam

bites his nails when he’s nervous, stares at his feet while he walks, taps his foot/bobs his leg when he’s upset, rubs his temples when he’s frustrated, always breaks eye contact, and bites the side of his cheek.

Evelyn

mouths/softly repeats song lyrics when she’s stressed, counts various similarities in a room (how many windows, how many pieces of furniture, etc.), rapid blinking when surprised/confused, and stress cleans (makes the bed 100 times while stressing out about something, folds clothes multiple times, etc.)

Thomas

licks his teeth + smile combo when he’s pissed, scoffs consistently, tilts his head when amused/confused, INTENSE eye contact, holds his hands behind his back (typically when he’s lying, tips his chair back (dangerously), and leaning against the wall when talking.

Lucian

never has his shoes tied, constant hand movements while talking, gets SUPER loud when he’s excited, ends sentences in a questioning tone?, avoids eye contact, and consistently uses buffer words like “kinda,” “sorta,” “um,” “y’know?”

Melanie

no sense of personal space, tosses/twirls/messes with her hair, constantly interrupts, eavesdrops consistently, can NOT keep a secret, no sense of direction, unable to hide her emotions, touches makeup constantly, pops bubble gum, and plays with her piercings when she’s bored.

David

hands in pockets constantly, tendency to mumble, sighs heavily (no matter his mood), mutters to himself when he’s pissed, jaw clenches in moments of tension, cracks his knuckles, man spreads DIABOLICALLY often, and lowkey has a thousand yard stare…

#asks!!#vie <33 #[❤️]#[🧡]#[💚]#[💙]#[💜]#[🩷]#[🩶]#max 🧸#sam 🍂#ev✨#t 💀#lu 🌸#mel 🎀#d ⚡️

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101ocs · 1 month ago

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Parallels

[A/N]: Lucian and David lore. TW: sexual scenes, domestic violence, and mentions of SA.

All the stars aligned that night. He heard it in their colliding breaths, tasted it from David’s lips, smelled it on David’s cologne, saw it in David’s eyes, and for the first time, he understood what it felt like to want it.

“David…”

It sounded more like a blessing than a name in the tone Lucian’s voice mustered out, looking up at him with obvious anticipation. His head sunk further into the pillows as he took a few shallow breaths, blinking slowly to capture every aspect of his facial structure. David stared right back at him with those same eager eyes he always had, swallowing hard as he caught up to his own breath.

“Stop?” David said softly, his face fluctuating between needy and worried. It was a good guess, mostly because, at this stage of feeling each other up, Lucian always turned away from his pursuits to go further. But this time, he finally gave David the answer he always wanted.

“No.”

There was no emphasis on those words — no indication of what he meant. But even then, David’s eyes lit up like the Fourth of July as he worked his way back down to his lips to rekindle the spark. With their hips grinding against each other as David worked to push Lucian deeper into the mattress, he evidently grew needier and needier with every second of physical touch. Lucian liked it when he was needy. It made him taste better.

“Fuck,” David whined. “You’re perfect, Lucie…”

Their lips met again. The taste of David’s heavy cigarette smoke filled his taste buds. To many, this would be a particularly bad flavor, but to Lucian, it tasted like a slice of heaven. He hummed into every single one of his sloppy kisses, feeling just how desperate he was getting.

“I love you…” Lucian whispered in between their staggered breaths. “I love you so much…”

As David sat up, Lucian made sure he took in the sight of his pretty face being shiny with sweat. His heart fluttered. The feeling only heightened once David looked at him through the bridge of his nose, his blonde hair shading his eager eyes. “Please, Lucie. Please…”

His desperate whimpers did numbers on Lucian’s psyche as he batted his eyelashes slowly. Then, with a noticeable swallow, he nodded. “Okay.”

They stared at each other. The butterflies in Lucian’s stomach started to painfully swell as heat grew on the back of his neck. A mixture of desire and raw fear — it didn’t sit well with his stomach at all. Luckily, David was able to cast away the fear just as quickly as it came, smiling that gorgeous smile and giving him a tender kiss. Lucian reciprocated it perfectly, keeping the tension on a low. When David raised the intensity, Lucian did, too. A cute kiss turned into watching David reach for his belt to undo his pants. The mere sound of the metallic click was enough to make Lucian shake. He recognized that sound all too well.

With his zipper undone and his boxers peeking out, David scooped Lucian’s waist into his hands in an attempt to pull him closer. His warm eyes were hot with the idea of pleasure embedded inside of them. Lucian smiled weakly and rested his hands on David’s shoulders. They kissed again, this time briefly, before David pulled away with a serious tone to his expression.

“Are you scared?”

He stayed quiet for a long while to look deeply into David’s eyes. There, he saw more than his boyfriend: his best friend, his soulmate, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with — that’s who sat before him. Thinking these things and feeling this throbbing warmth in his butterfly-infested stomach, he could hardly fathom the idea of denying him again.

“No,” Lucian said softly, raising his hand to his freckled cheek. Brushing the tip of his thumb against his bruised cheekbone, their gaze never left each other. “Not of you, David.”

A bold-faced lie.

In a matter of seconds, David’s hand slid down Lucian’s pajama pants to rest against the spot he wanted the most. Luckily for him, he finally came to find Lucian was enjoying it just as much as he was based on how hard he was. Despite his obvious arousal, he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath and squeeze his eyes shut as David gently stroked him through the fabric of his boxers, watching as his eager expression fell into apprehension again.

“It’s okay, baby…” David said softly, pulling away as quickly as he saw Lucian’s discomfort. “Look at me.”

They locked eyes. David smiled at him.

“You can trust me.”

Before he could respond, the sound of a vibration against the mattress interrupted his train of thought. They giggled together as Lucian reached in his back pocket to pull out his phone, revealing the caller’s identity almost instantaneously — Melanie.

David’s pretty face soured as he watched Lucian creep off the mattress. “Where’re you going?”

Batting his eyelashes and shifting the weight between his feet, Lucian made sure to look everywhere but David’s eyes. He’d get too worked up that way. “I wanna get ready first. Okay, teddy bear?”

With a slight pout, David leaned against the headboard. His face was damp with a hint of sweat, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he let out a deep sigh. Lucian didn’t have to look at his prominent erection showcased in his boxers to know that look. Instead of forcing it, or pressuring him, or even pushing it, he instead gave Lucian a weak grin and nodded.

“Take your time.”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, no, you’re okay,” David assured him. Then with a brief readjustment, he let out another deep sigh and allowed his eyes to flutter shut. Lucian could only imagine what was going through his head. “As long as you come back to me.”

Lucian looked down at his boxers then back to him, blushing heavily with a widening grin. “I will. Just wait up, okay?”

“Okay.”

And with that, Lucian locked himself in their tiny bathroom and let out a shaky breath he wasn’t aware he had in him. He looked in the mirror to come face-to-face with his rosy cheeks and dazed eyes, seeing for himself just how far he had fallen into the idea of being stripped of any semblance of innocence he had left in him. There wasn't a lot. Not after everything. But then again, he had never willingly given himself up to anyone before, so this would mean he’d lose every ounce of purity he had. Was he ready to do that? Probably not. He wanted to tell himself he was, to fulfill David’s desires, to let go of the past and start anew, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say he was fully prepared to do so.

The reflection stared back at him. He bit his lip a little and lowered the strap on his tank top to get a better look at what David wanted, slowly blinking to take it all in. He looked mature this way. He turned around and looked at his backside, his ass, his hips, his thighs, and tried to see any kind of flaw that he could identify as “innocence” or “virgin-like,” but he couldn’t. He saw what his daddy always warned him about, what his momma always told him he’d become, what David yearned for — a slut. And for the first time, he embraced it. He’d be a slut for David because that’s what he wanted.

The buzzing in his hand finally came to a halt once he picked up the call, still checking himself out in the mirror. “Hey, pretty girl. What’s up?”

“Can you come over?”

Lucian’s posture instantly straightened once he heard this tone embedded in her voice. It wasn’t like her to sound so shaky, so straightforwardly desperate, over nothing.

“Wh-What? What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“I really need to tell you something. Like, really, really bad.”

“Are you—?”

“I don’t wanna say it over the phone, I really don’t, please just come over. Please.”

Resting one of his hands against the sink counter, Lucian shook his head in utter disbelief and stared into the dark drain. “Mel, baby, I can’t come over right now. Can you tell me tomorr—?”

“David’s cheating on you.”

. . .

Lucian’s knuckles grew white from gripping the device so hard. He stared at his own reflection, slutty and ready for David’s corruption, with eyes that could only be described as those who had witnessed the unfathomable. His heart comprehended these words faster than his brain could ever hope to as it sunk to the floor and splattered all over the ground.

Sobbing, Melanie’s voice grew even weaker than before. “I-I couldn’t take it anymore! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t wanna have to tell you like this! It all happened so fast and I didn’t know what to do a-and I knew David would kill me if I ever tried telling you—!”

“It’s okay, honey. It’s alright. Start from the beginning.”

Lucian’s voice was soft. Too soft.

“Th-The party we were at a few days ago…”

“Friday.”

“Yeah. Friday. I-I, um…do you remember when we were dancing together? Y’know, without David?”

“…I can’t really remember anything. I had a lot to drink that night.”

“Okay…” she whimpered, sniffling again. “You and David got into a little argument. It wasn’t too crazy, but you did end up hitting him pretty hard. So, he left and we started dancing some more or whatever, but a few hours later, you got really sick. Like, throwing up everywhere kind of sick. So, I went looking for him so he could drive us home. And, well…I-I kinda saw him with another guy. It was dark so I couldn’t see much, but I knew they were getting to work. David was moaning and shit and the guy was on his knees, so I immediately went to go get you, but I didn’t wanna tell you what I saw with you being so drunk like that, then David came back literally a few minutes later to drive us home, and-and…! I couldn’t say anything! I’m sorry, Lucian…I’m so sorry…”

“Okay.” Lucian swallowed against the lump in his throat and tried his best to regulate how badly his body was shaking. All the emotions in his chest and stomach were mixing together into a disgustingly lethal concoction. “…Okay. Thank you for telling me.”

Urgently, Melanie’s voice raised in alarm. “Are you gonna talk to him? Lucian, please just come over! Please, I-I don’t want you to fight with him! I hate it when you fight, I really do, it scares me!”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Lucian, please—!”

“Don’t worry about it anymore, alright? Love you.”

And with that, he hung up. It took a long while before he set his phone down on the counter, his hands shaky and slow with every passing thought surrounded by this new truth he was unable to regulate or understand. And in looking at his face, Lucian no longer saw the appealing, sexy, slutty boy David wanted. He saw himself.

The phone rang again before he left the bathroom. He ignored it to go make himself a drink in the kitchen.

It was the cheap stuff, nothing really good, but something that would help take away all the heavy, sober thoughts swarming around in his skull. He hadn’t seen it as a habit before — he hadn’t even seen it as a pattern — but during his shaky process of throwing one together quickly, he slowly began to accept that it was. He couldn’t handle reality so he yearned for intoxication. Maybe this way, they would have never gone to that party on that Friday evening. Maybe he wouldn’t have separated from David to dance with Melanie. Maybe David wouldn’t have become so desperate that he resorted to cheating. Maybe.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

Lucian spilled some of the soda he was pouring inside his glass upon hearing these words calling for him, shakily fixing the mistake by throwing a spare rag over the puddle before he was able to catch wind of it. He turned around with a weak grin and rested his back against the counter where his drink supplies sat, almost as though they were a device of protection he had thrown up as a desperate attempt to escape this moment. Telling by how warm David’s eyes were, full of desire and excitement, he had entirely no clue of the negative energy Lucian was protruding onto him with only a singular glance.

“Hey,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

When he took a step closer, Lucian swiped his glass off the counter and put it to his lips, taking in as much as he could in the short amount of time he had before David would get close enough to grab him. He avoided his eyes, staring at the floor with his hands trembling against his cup, as David’s rough hand finally met the side of his face to caress it lovingly.

“This is how you’re getting ready for me, huh?”

Lucian took another drink and subtly shook off his affection by leaning away from his grasp. David chuckled and moved even closer, finally getting close enough to pin Lucian into the counter without hope of escaping.

Their hips met again. David’s knee was suddenly between his legs. Their faces were inches apart. And yet, Lucian didn’t stop drinking. They locked eyes this time, analyzing the scenery of the others’ irises, before David grabbed the wrist Lucian was using to hold up his glass, tugging as if to tell him to stop. Lucian obeyed.

“I don’t want you to be tipsy for this, Lucie. I want you here with me. All of you.”

Lucian smiled. David smiled too.

“Were you sober when you fucked that other guy?”

Lucian’s voice, once soft and gentle, now made an entrance unlike any other. Before David was able to respond, he splashed the remaining contents of his drink in his face, shoving him away and shattering the glass by throwing it to the floor as he marched into the direction of their bedroom.

He tried to slam the door shut, but with David following close behind him, he wasn’t able to without his hand jamming in the door before he could. He instead resorted to ignoring his existence and packing his beloved belongings, emptying out the drawers full of his clothes.

“Are you really going to do this?”

There was nothing to say to that, so he kept his mouth shut and continued to throw his things out onto the bed. With every article of clothing landing on the mattress, he tried his hardest to come up with a plan concise enough to get out of this place without confronting David directly. But the more he tried to plot it, the more he began to realize that this was going to be harder than he thought. Although, David’s delicate voice should’ve given that way already.

“Three years, Lucian. We’ve been together for three years.” As he recited this fact, David paced around the room behind Lucian’s back. He didn’t have to turn around to know his eyes were on him, burning into his skin like cherries from a cigarette. “And you’re going to throw that all away over a bitch who has nothing better to do than to break us up? Seriously?”

There was nothing to say.

“Baby, let’s be serious for a second. How many times have I told you she’s jealous of us? How many times have I said that she wants us to break up? How many times, Lucian? You tell me.”

As Lucian turned to throw yet another shirt onto the bed, he was greeted with a sensation unlike any other — his boyfriend shoving him into the dresser so hard that he felt as though his spine might have been fractured. He toppled to the floor for a brief moment, catching himself by the handles of the drawers, before David yanked him up by the fabric of his tank top and slammed him against the dresser for a second time.

“You left me again,” he said in a raspy tone. “At that party, after I told you not to, you still did.”

Lucian didn’t process these words as fast as David wanted him to. He stared up at him with dazed eyes, blinking slowly as he tried to comprehend the concept of David’s anger. That only seemed to piss him off more.

“This is your fault. You said you wouldn’t. I couldn’t do anything else.” David raised his voice now, approaching him with a harsh glare. “Why, Lucie? Why are you doing this to me?”

Trembling, Lucian tried his hardest to come up with a response to the curveballs he was throwing. With topics and approaches switching up so abruptly, he decided against bickering with him and, instead, stayed silent and tried to regulate his shaky breaths.

“I love you,” David said. His fingernails slowly began to sink into Lucian’s skin as each syllable left his lips. “I love you so fucking much…God, it hurts. I just want you to love me the way I love you.”

With a hard swallow, Lucian looked into his eyes full of guilt, anger, and frustration. He couldn’t understand it no matter how hard he tried. None of this had to happen if he could’ve just waited — if he were truly patient instead of fronting like he was.

“Nothing? Really? You have nothing to say to me?” David asked, his voice low and crackling with emotion. “You think this is all my fault, don’t you? You think I wanted things to be this way?”

“If you really love me like you say you do,” Lucian began, his eyes unmoved from within his, “then you wouldn’t have thrown three years away just to feel good for a few minutes.”

David released him and stepped back. Lucian let out a deep breath and turned back to the bed, trying his best to get back to packing up. He knew if he were to show a moment of weakness, even just a brief second, that David would have him wrapped around his finger all over again. He had to remember what was important. He had to leave.

“Where are you gonna go, Lucie?”

It felt like a punch to the stomach. A wave of heat overcame him as he mistakenly allowed his eyes to dart up toward David again, seeing just how unnaturally calm he appeared all of a sudden. He then dropped his gaze back to his clothes to fold the miscellaneous articles that came undone, grabbing a few to start folding them back up. It was a pathetic attempt to keep himself from falling back, to keep himself from breaking down, but he tried his best to hold up the front anyway.

“That’s okay. Go ahead and leave me. See where that gets you. You think Melanie’s gonna take you in? Huh? No, I know you aren’t stupid enough to believe that…”

Lucian’s hands began to shake as his throat tightened more and more with every step David took toward him. Even with his notably larger frame towering over him, Lucian kept his eyes from wandering from the clothes scattered across the bed.

“I’ll tell you where it gets you, Lucian. It’ll get you right back into daddy’s arms,” David said. “Is that what you want? To be daddy’s boy again?”

That did it. Throwing down all the clothes he had in his arms, Lucian turned to David in a heartbeat for his knuckles to meet his perfectly sculpted nose. David fell back a step or two. Lucian punched him again. And with the second punch to the back of his head being landed, he suddenly felt a lot better. That’s why he didn’t stop until David grabbed his forearms and slammed him down on the mattress, holding him down to prevent any more blows from being landed. Lucian tried to kick him, but with David’s body weight pressed against his significantly weaker knees, it was a useless struggle.

Blood dripped from David’s nose and into his teeth as he gave a warm smile to Lucian, his eyes gleaming with a glossy cover that could only be described as hysteria.

“That was cute, Lucian. That was really cute.”

In between his frantic breaths, Lucian continued to squirm to break free. Unlike all the times they play-fought, he was unable to do so. It was then that Lucian realized David was using his genuine strength against him — all of it — and he was hardly able to move beneath it. Panic was an understatement to what he was overwhelmed with.

“Quit it.” David’s hair fell from behind his ears and swiped across his face as he looked down at Lucian with a smile, blinking slowly to take in the sight displayed before him. “If you can’t take it, you shouldn’t have dished it out.”

“I don’t want to go back to him,” Lucian said. It came out immensely softer than he would’ve liked it to. With another shaky breath, he let his panicked expression slip into David’s vision by accident. He wasn’t able to straighten it back out as tears began to well in his eyes. “But you’re making me.”

“I’m not making you—!”

“You are making me!” Lucian shouted, raising his head to get closer to his face and get his point across. “Where else am I supposed to go, David?! If I leave you, I have to go back to him! That’s why you did this. You thought I wouldn’t go back. You thought I would deal with whatever you do because it would be better than going back to him! I’m not that stupid, you fucking prick!”

With a condescending laugh, David raised his eyebrows in utter amusement. “Yeah? That’s a good one, sweetheart. I like that.”

David’s hand met Lucian’s cheek as he caressed it. This allowed Lucian to get a better chance of struggling away, thrashing around under him in a desperate effort to escape. It was no use with all his weight being on the lower half of his body.

“You want me to be a fucking prick? Huh? Here, I’ll be a prick then.”

Their lips met. David forced his tongue inside as he shoved Lucian against the mattress, tasting every inch of his mouth. David’s blood filled his taste buds. It didn’t taste as bad as he thought it would. Even then, he tried his best to push him off. He didn’t stop. Every kiss grew needier, more forceful and eager, as David lost himself.

“St-Stop…” Lucian whispered in between their staggered breaths. Tears rolled down his face once he realized David wasn’t going to listen. Instead, he pushed Lucian against the mattress even harder to ensure he couldn’t squirm away, holding him down scarily close to his throat. The adrenaline that zipped through Lucian’s veins made it easier to muster up enough strength to push him away long enough to let out a sob. “Stop it! Stop!”

David’s face was shiny with sweat as he looked at Lucian through the bridge of his nose, his blonde hair dusting his nose and shading his eager eyes. “You don’t want to go back to this, Lucian. He won’t listen to you when you cry. Y’know why?”

Lucian let out another sob as David released him, backing away from the disheveled bed.

“Because he doesn’t love you.”

And with that, David grabbed his car keys and a cartridge of cigarettes off the nightstand, heading toward the door with his spare hand stuffed in his pocket.

“When I come back, I want all of your stuff back the way it was.”

Lucian rolled on his side as more tears trickled off his face, feeling as though it had happened all over again. The pain in his throat, the shakiness of his body, the saltiness of his tears, all of it accumulated into the memory of him laying in his stepfather’s bed after everything. It hurt. Not just the burning sensation of his lungs desperate for air, or his throat feeling as though it went through a grater, but the heaviness of his heart and the grueling images flashing through his head all over again. It hurt more than anything he had ever experienced in his whole life.

“I love you, Lucian.”

Reassurance. Swallowing against the lump in his throat and widening his eyes, Lucian’s lips quivered.

“I…” His voice shook as he stared at the window above their bed through the blurry vision of his tear-filled eyes. “I love you too, David.”

And with that, the front door opened and shut to indicate David’s exit. Even knowing he wasn’t inside the apartment now, knowing he was probably heading to his car with smoke leaving his lips, knowing he might go off and do it again, Lucian wasn’t able to shake the feeling of the kiss they shared moments before. The way David held him down, the way his tears seeped between their lips, the taste of his blood still lingering in his mouth, all of it made him feel nauseous. Disgusting. Filthy. Slutty. Just like before.

Lucian grabbed his clothes, folded with precision to be stuffed away in his bag for when he left, and put them right back into the dresser. With every article, more tears dripped from his eyes and the tighter the knots in his stomach got. He wondered how he didn’t see it before, being trapped here so obediently. David had him wrapped around his finger so tight that he had become blind to the fact he had nowhere to return to, no one to reside with, nothing to resort to, in situations like these. David was his everything. And that’s exactly how David wanted it to be.

After putting away all his clothes, fixing the bed, and adjusting the drawers on their dresser to be less crooked from the impact they faced, Lucian decided to go wherever his heart led him. That’s how he found himself in front of the refrigerator, grabbing multiple bottles of his antidote to feeling anything — alcohol. He shut the door with his hip, his arms being full of the comforting coldness of the bottle’s thick glass, and wandered into the bathroom to finally get the privacy he needed. He figured that, when David got home, he would be safer here more than he would be if he were to stay in the bedroom, or kitchen, or living room. This door had a lock on it. Lucian loved that feature the most.

Setting his babies down on the sink countertop, he proceeded to turn his attention to the bathtub, where he started up the water and put the plug in the drain. He poured soap in, massive amounts of soap, in an attempt to convince himself he’d be cleaner in the water.

It was hard to take off his clothes. Granted, it was always a struggle, but this night felt worse than the others. David’s handprints scattered across his body made it feel impossible to show this form of vulnerability ever again, even if it was just to himself. He hated it. He hated his body, his tears, the nausea, his fear, the touches, and David. He hated David more than anything he ever hated in his life.

At least, that’s what he told himself. Stripping away his pajama pants and boxers with tears streaming from his clenched-shut eyes, he knew all too well that he loved him just as he did before. David was the only one who could love someone like him. Nobody else would wait for him the way David did. If he were to get with anyone else, he was sure they would just take what they wanted and leave him as a pulp of a person, stained with their lust and torn up into fragmented pieces that could never be fixed. David wouldn’t do that. He didn’t do that. That’s why he was so special.

Grabbing all the bottles and resting them outside the tub, Lucian ensured they would be in reach for him to grab once he was ready. He lined them up deliberately, delicately, so as to not knock any of them down, as he stepped inside the hot water to try and wash away the horrible sensations David bestowed onto him.

It took awhile, longer than he expected, before the alcohol kicked in. He felt warm, fuzzy, but still heavy inside his chest. Leaning back against the tiled wall behind him, Lucian let out a low hum as he took in another dangerously large drink from the third bottle he popped open. Three more awaited him.

“Is that what you want? To be daddy’s boy again?”

Lucian groaned and held his head a little to shake the thought away, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent David’s face from flashing in his mind again. It was no use. Over and over again, David swirled around in his brain like a bad dream. The tears he shed were a desperate attempt to expel the memories he had with him over the past three years, and yet, he felt as if it were getting worse.

The fourth bottle in his hand landed him into a state unlike any other, getting halfway through it before throwing up all over the floor. Every shaky breath he took felt shorter than the last as he struggled to sit up enough to keep himself from falling into the water, trembling from the overwhelming strain of his stomach and throat.

In between sobs and hiccups, Lucian rested his head against the tub’s cold edge. It felt nice to his overtly warm temperature he had from all the alcohol. But in reality, his body only grew colder and colder. Suddenly everything seemed to spin and shake as he sunk further into the water, giggling to himself like a child.

“Who caaares?” he sang, sipping more as he bobbed his head back and forth. “It doesn’t maaatter, riiight? I’m a slut, too! Hahaha, he got wiiith me caaause I’m a stupid slut! I look like a sluuut, I act like a sluuut, cause that’s all I ammm…”

His breathing wavered as he sunk further in.

“I don’t wanna be a slut anymore…” His words became weaker now as he chugged down another large portion, keeping his eyes shut to help with the dizziness he was enduring. “I dunno how to stop it…I just wanna stop it…”

Once the water hit his chin, he sat up again to fix his posture, groaning and letting himself hang over the side. He felt warm and bubbly inside. In reality, his skin was growing colder and clammier, and the lack of oxygen he was receiving from panting so much was turning his skin a light shade of blue.

“David…”

He imagined himself in bed again. David was above him with lustful eyes, his face gleaming with sweat and excitement for what was to come. He imagined himself kissing him, holding him close, and letting him do whatever he wanted.

“I love you,” he imagined himself saying.

His breaths grew heavier as he pictured David’s hands wrapping around his throat as he held him down, squeezing tighter and tighter to make him stop crying. And as quickly as David’s face appeared in his mind, his stepfather did, too. With calloused hands a little bigger than his boyfriends, his stepfather towered over him just as he always did. It hurt to see those eyes again. But, by then, he had already accepted it. Closing his eyes and letting it happen, the tears that dripped from Lucian’s eyelashes were met with a weak smile.

It was meant to be this way.

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Lucian woke up to the sound of soft beeping next to him. It was bright in the room, cleaner than any place he had ever seen before, and smelled heavily of sterileness. Overwhelming was an understatement for it. Jerking up with a small gasp, he flicked his head side to side to take in the full extent of his surroundings, blinking rapidly in utter shock and confusion of where he was. It didn’t take long before he realized he was in the hospital. With IV fluids entering his veins to rehydrate him and a tube in his nose to help with steadying out his breathing, Lucian tried his hardest to remember what it was that led him to this predicament.

The door opened. Lucian tensed.

“Bunny?”

It felt surreal to hear that voice again. Visibly trembling, Lucian stared at his stepfather as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes were larger than saucers, his jaw dropped and his skin growing paler by the second. Despite these evident signs of discomfort and distress, his stepfather took it upon himself to approach him with open arms.

The embrace was suffocating. Lucian couldn’t have braced for it no matter how hard he tried. Rather than holding him back and reciprocating the sudden loads of affection brought upon him, Lucian sat still in hopes of it ending soon, shaking in his grasp like a lamb on a butcher’s chopping block.

“There you are, Bunny…” his stepfather whispered into his ear, tightening his grip. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

He raised his hand to cup Lucian’s cheek into his palm, stroking his cheekbone with the tip of his thumb and giving him the warmest gaze imaginable. Lucian stared right through him.

“Daddy,” Lucian muttered airlessly with tears building up in the corners of his eyes. Then, without thought or reason, he wrapped his arms back around his waist and held him tighter than ever.

Ryan stroked his hair back with a loving sigh, pushing his head further against his chest. “Don’t cry, I’m not mad at you.”

Humming softly, Ryan ran his fingers through his hair once before forcing his head up to allow him to take a good look at his face. Lucian stared at him tearfully.

“You’ve grown so much in three years, sweetheart! You were so little the last time I saw you…”

“I-I…” Lucian couldn’t find the words he wanted to say no matter how hard he tried. With Ryan’s dark eyes notably sweeping down his figure, it was hard to think of anything else. “I’m sorry…”

Skimming past that comment, Ryan chuckled to himself a little. “Such long hair, Bunny. And you lost all your baby fat! Where did it go?” Squishing his cheeks playfully, Ryan finally managed to get a weak smile out of him. He then lowered his eyes to Lucian’s frame again, evidently unable to see much with the bagginess of the gown. Thank God. “I forgive you, Bunny. What matters now is that you’re coming home with me.”

Lucian sniffled a little. Ryan wiped away his tears.

“I love you,” he said in a voice that could only be described as soothing.

“He doesn’t love you.”

With a shaky start, Lucian leaned into his touch. “I love you too, Daddy…”

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