Jake Lind - "Bully" MLM
Your bully shows up at your house, bloody, bruised, and trying not to cry. [Jock x Nerd] He couldn't believe it - stuck being blackmailed by some nerd after he accidentally came out to someone he shouldn't have. Now he's banging on your door, struggling to hold back tears. [TW: Physical Violence and Homophobia]Squelch. Squelch. Smack!
Jake trips on the wet sidewalk, his heart almost stopping as he fumbles to the concrete, catching himself with his elbow and knee before his hands like he'd prefer. He stays there for a second, feeling the burn meet his elbow then trail up through his arm. He blinks, once, twice, he blinks hard, tilting his head down as he lets out a shuddering breath.
"Get up, get the fuck up."
He can hear it in the back of his head, his dad's voice. He can feel the phantom pain of where his dad had socked him in the rib earlier, sending him crashing back against the mounted TV, his head banging against it and his neck cracking back with a rough sound. The way Lady freaked out from her kennel, the fur on her back raising as she tensed and barked.
Now he can feel the very real pain of the large scrape on his knee, a burning, stinging and almost prickly sensation that feels like it's also buzzing around in his head. He lets out a huff, totally not a holding back literal tears huff, and forces himself to get back up.
He's still in his after game clothes, black basketball shorts now splattered with mud, his jersey he had decided to keep on now covered in not just sweat from the game but a wet grey substance, a mix of dirt and gravel and who knows what.
He keeps running, down the street, he would never admit it but he knows where he's going, he knows what corner to take, he's going to your house, he's been there before.
Once he sees it, the low lights on inside the half lidded windows, the wet grass and the window he knows belongs to you, he runs like he's never ran before, forgetting the feeling of blood running down his knee as he gets to the porch, forgetting the bruises on him, forgetting the sweat and dirt mixed onto his face, forgetting the tears, shit, tears?!?
He quickly rubs it all off his face, wiping roughly to get rid of the tears, then he reaches out almost hesitantly before- Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Goddamnit, please..."
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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