#speaks: devon riggin.

[lovecharged]

starter for: @persephonyed

"can't believe it's been so long since we actually sat down and talk -- and all it took was us being forced to room with eachother, eh?"

[beesofter]

closed for @maldxta based on this.

despite the terror filling his frame at the mere notion of initiating conversation with them, he knows it has to be done. lest he end up falling victim to completing another project by himself. not that he minds that much, but he figures if he doesn't ask...clearing his throat as he hesitantly takes a seat next to them, teeth chewing nervously as his inner cheek as he attempts to tame his stormy mind, distorted by the anxiety that's always on the verge of causing his demise. considering the family he was raised within, it was almost impossible to imagine and perhaps they were the only reason he didn't find himself beaten up every other day. "uh, hi - i hear we've been paired up?" he speaks as though it's a question, even if he's well aware of that being the case. "...did you have any ideas in mind about where we could start?"

[euphoriclusts]

closed starter for @persephonyed

based on: this

for the last few weeks, the tension that had built up between the pair of them had been palpable. at least, from his perspective. of course there's a strong possibility that devon's being delusional, which is one reason - of many, many, many reasons - as to why he hadn't ever mentioned it to anyone, least of all to her. still, has he finds himself breaths away from her, the wall mere inches away, he catches his breath and allows his gaze to speak volumes. to say, silently, all the thoughts that had been filling up his mind for the weeks, bordering on months that he'd known her. that he'd got to know her better. with a shaky breath, he takes another step closer, almost briding the gap between them, tempted to hold her firm against the wall behind her.

[euphoriclusts]

"hm," cue the humming of some familiar tune, fingers tapping absentmindedly against his arms as he contemplates both what he wants to do and what they could do. "i wouldn't mind ordering in, or going out and finding some nice place. possibly greek. possibly indian..." he starts, "then maybe we can go watch something. a film, a play, somethin' - anything." he really just enjoyed being in her company, wanted it to remain that way. what they had was special, an aspect of his life that he cherished and wished to preserve. it never had to become more than what it was, as long as he got to be the court jester of her life. "or we can stay here, watch true crime documentaries...pig out on snacks and wine. up to you."

never knows what he's going to do next , laughing softly as his fist moves . "well , i'm never to blame ," playfully spoken as eyes go wide , her lips shifting to the side to stop herself from smiling . out of all the guys she knew , he truly wasn't like any of them . maybe because that line hadn't been crossed . she shakes her head as his thumbs shoot up , finally cracking a wide smile as she laughs again . "nooo , we definitely aren't gonna waste our time doing that ," she starts , tilting head as she starts to ponder . ". . . what do you wanna do ?"

[lovecharged]

starter for: @housefircs​

“if this is wrong, i don’t want to be right...”

[euphoriclusts]

loosely based on: chasing cars ( closed starter for @lvciddreamt )

it hadn't mattered that the party was still in full swing, or that it was hosted at his house - there was this sudden urge to be alone with them somewhere else, somewhere they couldn't be disturbed. devon hadn't ever felt this way for someone before; so secure and safe in their presence, practically craving the feeling. he felt like a teenager with a crush; enamoured by them and their presence. driving them down to the beach and then leading them towards his favourite spot since adolescence all comes so naturally to him. his smile is blinding, enough to light the entire beach that had been blanketed by the darkness of the night. "this is the perfect spot - the most perfect spot. it's science!" he clarifies firmly, with a spark of bright laughter following suit, as he sits on his bum. "it's right in the middle - see," he starts, leaning in closer and gesturing one way and then the other, "between the pier and the island. lights it up so prettily, don't it?"

[lovecharged]

@neveraftcr liked this. based on: this. made on: beta.

"i'm glad you're okay," he's smiling breathlessly over at them; bruised and blooded but alive and that's all he's really focusing on right now. that and that they are okay; safe and sound. devon feels drowsy, but he tries to blink it back, squeezing at their shoulder. the fear he'd had for them dwindling now, but some still resides in his chest; exposing itself through the look in his eyes. "...you are okay, aren't you?" it pays to check, he supposes, brows furrowing as he takes them in as best he can, even with his blurred vision and pained stance.

[lovecharged]

starter for: @tkachukmatthew​

“sorry, wouldn’t have come here if i’d known you were busy...”

[euphoriclusts]

"i'm the only one who can't see it? why has nobody else mentioned it to me then?" it's as if there's two devons. one; barking on and on, overwhelmed and defensive. then the other, watching aimlessly and attempting to snap him out of it, somehow. "do you talk about me with people when i'm not here or something?"

with   me   .   but   of   course   ,   she   doesn’t   say   it   .   “   literally   anybody   else   .   she’s   not   good   for   you   ,   devon   .   you’re   the   only   one   who   can’t   see   it   .   ”

[lovecharged]

starter for: @dulcetmuses

"he couldn't take his eyes off of you...was so fucking hot watching it, knowing you are mine."

[euphoriclusts]

it wouldn't take a genius to recognise that the world, or least their little town, had shifted uncomfortably since their friend had gone missing and devon felt it more than he often let on. even right now, he found his mind filling with scenarios - sometimes ludicrous, sometimes not - whilst his chest and abdomen filled with anxiety as a result. nights spent in were few and far between, it always felt like such a facade. a game of pretend like they used to play long, long, long ago -- false in every way they were not.

whilst he had recognised that she'd disappeared for longer than he had expected and he found himself shifting every now and again attempting to get a look at her, to know where she was and that she was okay, he doesn't immediately bombard her with questions. as stupid as he could be, he knew that all of this had impacted her more than most. "i don't know, to be honest...haven't really been focusing on it," he confesses casually, even as he catches sight of glassy eyes. "should we start it over?" it's one possibility, though he doubts that any amount of restarts will be enough for them to truly focus on the movie in front of them. "or...do you want to talk?"

open to. w / m / enby character. riley (22, bisexual, sound engineer for cryptic chronicles) info. cozy small town where nothing has gone wrong until now vibes; a year ago the town got flipped on its head when someone's son went missing. the search / investigation recently got cut short for an unknown reason. our muses, who are a part of his friend group, refuse to give up on him so easily but end up uncovering secrets of the town and its people along the way.. this post was made using beta

riley holds the phone up to her ear as a voicemail plays⸻ ever since the group agreed to continue investigating what happened to tyler, a few of them have been receiving unsettling anonymous texts. this is the first time any has gotten a phone call or voicemail. the obvious use of a voice changer doesn't mask the threatening tone.

"fuck sake!" shouts riley as she throws her phone in frustration. it wasn't enough that their best friend was missing, now someone seemed to be actively trying to scare them from looking more into it. after taking a few minutes to breathe, she enters her house and returns to the living room where the rest of the friend group is hanging out.

riley sits on a pillow on the floor and brings her knees up to her chest. she had gone back and forth about whether or not to share what had just happened with everyone but decides not to at the last minute. despite her desire to keep it to herself, riley unfortunately wears her emotions on her sleeve. "did, uh, anything happen in the movie while i was away?" glossy eyes stare blankly up at the television. it's almost impossible for her to ignore the feelings of anger and hopelessness, no matter how hard she tries..

[lovecharged]

"i will be okay." he affirms, though the way he hiccups mid-sentence makes the words far less convincing. devon knows he shouldn't have called him and yet in that moment of vulnerability, in his height of emotion -- it's as if he's in auto-pilot, dialling the number and waiting for him to answer. "i shouldn't have called you. you don't want to see me -- probably. i just...i needed to hear your voice. i needed..." he exhales deeply, head resting against the redbrick of the pub he's standing outside of. "i can't talk to anyone like i can talk to you....and i miss you. i'm-i'm sorry. i'm really sorry."

"hey,  it  didn't  sound  like  you're  okay."  clearly  —  anthony  is  just  saying  stupid  things  because  he  has  no  idea  how  to  talk  to  them  anymore.  the  hurt  has  barely  healed  and  he  knows  that  he  should  ignore  the  call,  forget  it’s  ever  happened  and  force  himself  to  sleep  again.  it  would  be  the  better  thing  to  do  to  keep  his  sanity,  instead  he  does  this.  call  them  back  after  they  hung  up  because  he  still  cares.  fuck,  he  really  shouldn’t.  “do  you  know  where  you  are?  i’ll  come  pick  you  up.”  

@richlust

[lovecharged]

devon's skin tingles; goosebumps forming and hair raising when the other man touches him and continues to speak. devon knows full well, in the back of his mind, that this is wrong. however he's kept such a tight lid on his affections and desires for jude for so long and now that the lid had been removed and his hunger had been exposed, there really was no going back. "yeah?" he smirks against the other man's mouth, pressing himself so firm and chaste against him. warm skin against warm skin feels heavenly and he sighs shakily, before he's pushing him back onto the chair. "have you thought about it?" he asked gently, since he certainly had. he climbs into his lap for a moment; needing to feel him still, needing too much all at once. he rolls his hips down and gasps over the feeling of the other man beneath him; pressing his thigh between jude's legs, tilting his head to make it all the easier for him to kiss and suck against his skin. "i have, thought about this mouth…" trailing off breathlessly, fingers grasp at his curls, losing himself within the moment with jude.

jude was convinced this had to be a dream. seeing as he's dreamed about devon in scenarios like this multiple times. but this felt way better than any of his dreams did. the fuck he elicits from the other's lips has him shivering, goosebumps prickling up onto his flesh. it was satisfying. knowing that he had a similar effect on devon that devon had on him. jude mirrors the other's action, also working on devon's buttons but sloppily, not in a mindset where he was thinking straight, more just desperate. he moans when he feels devon's nails against his stomach, practically ripping off the other's shirt, desperate to feel flesh against flesh. lips break from devon's, only to trail down his neck, peppering kisses before finding a sensitive spot and sucking. "i've wanted this for so long." he replies feverishly, breathing onto the other's neck.

[lovecharged]

maybe it should make him feel uneasy, have her climbing into his lap -- but if anything he feels the opposite. all those parts of his frame that had been on edge soften, and comfort fills him to the brim. maybe that should've spoken a million unsaid words, but devon was a fool. dating charity had been nice at first. perhaps not groundbreaking or earthshattering, but…nice. he knew, to a certain extent, that this was an attempt at getting over his feelings for his best friend. the feelings that teetered over the edge and threatened to kill him -- or at the least maim him. arms coil around her naturally; both to keep her steady, but equally to keep her there. "no, it's-it's okay." he's doubting himself and devon's never done that. knows if his father found out, his siblings, charity would be hung, drawn and quartered -- but logic still failed him. "maybe she's right, everyone else might be biased." again, clearly words that were not his own. they've been parroted, and they were slowly infecting his bloodstream, his confidence and belief in himself. everything that made him: him.

she already knows as soon as she says charity's name that it's going to open the floodgates. she's ready for it, it always does. lea does not make a habit of disliking people, especially women. she really stands by all women, supports them before anything else. but charity... she's different. she hates lea just for existing and it takes up too much energy and effort for lea to try and kill her with kindness. "why?" he answers her question almost as soon as she's asked it and lea sees red. god, she fucking hates charity so much. stupid bitch. "even if that were true, so what? it's a job that pays well. you can move up in the business and make a career out of it." for someone whose name is literally meant to be the synonym for goodness, charity was a right fucking asshole. even though she shouldn't and she knows it, lea climbs out of her seat and nudges devon's chair back from the table, climbing into his lap. her hands rest against his chest, brow furrowing as she studies him. "no offence, she can fuck herself. i'm not losing out on any time with you just because she doesn't like me." lea knew that she could be seen as the evil one in this situation, seeing as she does have a multitude of feelings when it comes to devon, but she would never do anything whilst he was in a relationship. her hands raise to cradle his face, shaking her head slightly. "no. god no. of course not. is that what she told you, dev? please let me fight her."

[euphoriclusts]

"incredibly disappointing, yeah-" he clicks his tongue against his teeth, throwing his fist down with feigned anger. "oh well. we've only got ourselves to blame." the words fall with a playful edge, still struggling to disguise his smile. he doesn't blame her for being offput, for not wanting to put herself out there, only to be met with disappointment again and again (sometimes, in more ways than one). "fair enough, so - what's the plan for today? are we gonna hate on men all day? 'cause i'm so game for that. i'm an avid man hater, me." he murmurs proudly, thumbs outstretched as he taps them against his chest.

this was definitely an interesting conversation she hadn't expected , the topic beforehand seeming to slip from her mind almost entirely . she lets out a light laugh at his actions , shaking her head side to side for a mere moment . "too bad the display is shut down for business ," shiloh mutters to herself , head tilting to the side as she begins studying him . she raises her brows at his incorrect pronunciation . "honestly , i kinda just started checking it out . not sure how i feel ."

[euphoriclusts]

"who do i belong with then? enlighten me, shelby..."

“   you   don't   belong   with   her   .   ”