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Malcom Coleard • College Student
”give me a taste of the riot life, cuz i rather be a martyr than grow tomatoes...”
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Malcom wanted to struggle when Peter pulled him, but decided against it figuring it was useless. He sighed watching as Peter went back to the bed.
Malcom glanced down at his desk then nodded, sitting back down and starting to study again. He rubbed his head, and let out a small yawn then adjusted himself to reading.
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hiya! i’d be interested in plotting with something bxb involving werewolves? i’ve got a wolfy character who needs to be put to use. ^^
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hello! i'm super interested in plotting the two wolves in school together!
hell yeah! shoot me a pm. ^^
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Heyyyy I would be up for the royal family turbulence idea!
hecc yeah! shoot me a pm. ^^
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hi! i have a plot idea for bxb old high school flames if you might be interested! :)
definitely! shoot me a pm with your idea! ^^
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name: mathias whitmore
age: 24
gender: male
sexuality: bisexual
psychical description: mathias is 5’7 ,has buzzed dirty blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. his body is well built and defined due, and his complexion is a tannish red shade.
key traits: mathias can be a bit of a smart ass. he’s always been rather talented with sports as well as being smart, and he knows it. he’s got a bit of a temper, but is slowly learning to control himself. he is however deeply pessimistic which leads to a lot of things in his life going to shit.
background: mathias had believed he found the one in highschool, but after the incident he lost a part of himself. he never understood what happened? he blamed himself, though he’d never admit it. mathias stayed in town and worked shitty jobs, despite the hate he held for his family, he stayed around to care for his father after his mother’s passing.

matthias whitmore | 23 | grumpy fucker
mathias was rather concerned about this date set up.. a good friend of his swore that this guy might be the one though, so he took her word.. at the same time though he could feel his heart beat quickening.
mathias had been out as bi since highschool, but only ever dated one guy. part of him had convinced himself he was just straight, and the guy before was a phase..but he that wasn’t it. he honestly couldn’t even bring himself to think about his ex..alexander. god, even the thought of his name felt like he was punched in the gut.
sighing mathias shoved the thoughts away as he approached the table, the man was wearing rather basic formal clothes. nothing too crazy, just a dress shirt and some alright pants. he wasn’t exactly a snappy dresser, but he wanted to impress this so called perfect guy.
letting out a small breath mathias approached the table, not looking at the man who sat on the other side of the table quite yet; and he spoke as he sat down. “am i late-“ he started before his face dropped. “holy..shit.” was only he could muster now as his wide blue eyes locked onto...his ex.
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benedict taylor | 20 | royal vampire
unless your blood is laced with pure gold, i promise it’ll never touch my lips.
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benedict smiled as luke nipped his bottom lip then pulled out from the kiss. he tilted his head as luke spoke to him, and he smiled again. the ginger vampire gave him a wink, then leaned into his ear. “and you’re so gorgeous.” he purred quietly and pecked his neck.
benedict made sure to match and then one up everything luke said..for two simple reasons. he could, and it was just sooo easy.
he moved a hand to play with luke’s hair moving his body and leaning back into place. “captivating.” the vampire king murmured as he studied him.
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matthias whitmore | 23 | grumpy fucker
mathias was frozen as the man spoke, and broke down. he felt his muscles tensing. “no..lex..” he said softly, the nickname slipped out of his mouth as if no time had passed between them, and he had only realized that he had said it right after it left his mouth. “alex.” he corrected, and shook his head at himself before standing just after alexander had.
it felt like he was standing there for an hour..or two., but no time had passed. he was froze again, not sure what to do. mathias had never expected to see him, after the guy dropped everything and left after graduation. he never seemed to be able to catch him, but did he ever really try?
memories flooded his head like water from a broken dam. jesus christ..he forgot how much it hurt. mathias stared at him, his eyes still widened. he felt like he was in a dream..or a nightmare, depending on how this went,,,
“please..just..don’t go..can’t we talk?”
mathias didn’t even feel anything. his muscles still felt like cement, even if he was standing now. this was a weird feeling.. a numbness? or was it more like something regaining sensation. a part of him that he had blocked off until this very moment.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
”give me a taste of the riot life, cuz i rather be a martyr than grow tomatoes...”
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Some time passed after he’d started studying the second time, he glanced at Peter then back to his studying material and sighed noisily.
Malcom rocked in his chair, and then shut his eyes and began reciting the things he read. “boogie woogie brain chemicals, and blah blah.” he added at the end for joke purposes, and because he had to play off that he thought this was boring.
he liked psychology, he was just kind of shitty at it.
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matthias whitmore | 23 | grumpy fucker
mathias let out a relived sigh when he agreed, but squinted as he spoke more. them? whose them? mathias blinked a few times, and sat down just listening to him talk.
mathias stared at him his eyes clouded with confusion. what in the world was he going on about?
“break up?” he repeated, as if that was the only thing alexander had said. “you..” he felt his muscles tensing and his mouth squeezed shut, as he tried to calm down.
anger began to surge. since when was this his fault? he never told him to leave? “you left.” he finally finished, his voice straining a bit as he spoke lowly.
he studied alex.
“..i was waiting. you left.” he continued and started shaking his head as he pictured that night, his leg starting to bounce.
“i barely seen you after that..i tried talking to you, but you just..you didn’t seem to want to be near me? and then graduation..and..you..”
he stopped. he was rambling. he was rambling, and he was getting louder.
mathias’s face was getting red too, the type of red it got when he didn’t know what to say..and then rambled. not the type of red it got when he was mad,,, but when he didn’t know what to say.
when he felt so many emotions, that he couldn’t just hold onto one. when he couldn’t just say one thing, his words stretched and his face got red.
mathias wasn’t a crier..he didn’t really express things like that, but in this moment if he ever did cry..he definitely would’ve been.
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matthias whitmore | 23 | grumpy fucker
mathias stared, almost lost in alexander’s words and accusations. he stopped for a moment and looked down. “alex.” he sighed then shook his head as he looked back to him. “are you fucking serious?” that’s it. that’s all he could say to respond.
he didn’t know what else to say, he felt tears burning his eyes but he refused to blink and let them fall, as he lowered his head again.
the man sighed. he hated the way alex said his name right now..so bitterly. it felt like that same punch..
“i didn’t know any of that..i figured you broke you just..you broke your leg falling somehow, i don’t know alex.” he said growing frustrated as he looked back up. “i didn’t hear anything. i don’t even remember the days after that dance.” he admitted and shook his head again, taking a deep breath.
“i’m sorry that happened, but i’m even more sorry that you’d believe i’d have anything to do with it.” mathias admitted, and that’s when it happened. a tear fell on his cheek, it was probably just barely visible but the feeling was horrific for mathias.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
”give me a taste of the riot life, cuz i rather be a martyr than grow tomatoes...”
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Malcom sighed audibly louder and leaned farther back, his chair leering. he sighed again. “gosh..i could do like forty tests with my eyes closed.” he said breathlessly as he began rocking the chair harder.
“wow gee..i love psychology.” he started then made a face. “ooo that rhymed!-“ he went and just as he did the chair started falling backwards.
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matthias whitmore | 23 | grumpy fucker
mathias felt angrier and more confused the more alex spoke, but at the mention of a promise ring his eyes softened. he took in a small gulp of air. “i don’t know what to say..my phone was..” he paused trying to remember, a strange expression curling onto his face.
“i didn’t have my phone..i lost it.” he said quietly. it sounded convenient enough to be a lie, but he’d lost it when getting ready with his friends.
“...i heard people talking, but i never listened to anyone...well except you.” he said and shrugged. that was true..mostly. he only ever chose to hear what alex said, but it was hard to not hear everyone else.
“it’s always been easy for me to block things out, and all i remember hearing through those days was static, except for that night.” he said sighing.
“i was excited, but i didn’t see you there. i thought i did something wrong, but andy told me..” he paused. andy was his best friend then. she was the only one who seemed to support him and alexander.
“andy told me that you weren’t coming..i figured you...” he stopped again and sighed heavily, not wanting to admit to what he had thought that night. “never mind.” he muttered and straightened up.
“you hate me right? fuck this.” mathias growled and got up, his hands moment tightly clutching the table cloth he couldn’t bring himself to say it. his muscles clenched as he went to storm off like he would. there were so many rumours at school, some saying he was just in a phase. others saying much worse..
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
”give me a taste of the riot life, cuz i rather be a martyr than grow tomatoes...”
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Malcom sighed as Peter helped him up. “The only thing hurt is my pride..” he started then made a face. “i bit my tongue.” he whined and rubbed his face. “hold me.” he insisted childishly and leaned against peter.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
”give me a taste of the riot life, cuz i rather be a martyr than grow tomatoes...”
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Malcom kissed Peter back and smiled until he was asked to study. “But I know everythingggg.” he claimed leaning the rest of his body against Peter, lifelessly. “Hold me a bit more and then i’ll study.” he added after with a small smile, and he snuggled against Peter.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
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Malcom blushed at his words, and when he realized he’d blushed it only made him blush more. “Peter..” he whined, upset he was blushing and he shifted.
“Don’t tease me.” he huffed and stepped back pouting.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
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Malcom let out a small noise as he was pulled close again, he breathed softly then nodded at what Peter said. “okay okay..i promise to study..” he mumbled quietly.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
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Malcom smiled as Peter hugged him, and looked up to the other boy as he kissed him. Malcom kissed back, but sighed softly when he pulled away. “No chair leaning for me. I love you too Petey.” Malcom said teasingly sighing again as Peter left.
He moved back over and fixed his chair, and then returned to studying.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
”give me a taste of the riot life, cuz i rather be a martyr than grow tomatoes...”
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Malcom studied for a while but found himself beginning to fall asleep, the boy jumped when he heard the door and almost fell from his chair.
He blinked quickly then got to his feet. “Mm. Peter?” he called and walked toward the door to open it. He blinked as he looked at him staring at his eyes for a moment.
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Malcom Coleard • College Student
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Malcom grinned nodding biting his lip as Peter wrapped his arms around him. He chuckled softly at the kiss on his forehead, then turned watching him move to the bed.
“Mhm. I know everything.” he said sighing as he walked over to him. “I’m basically a psychologist now.” Malcom said with a smile.
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