bl · college setting · soccer player · inflation fetish · golden retriever · pansexual · prettyboy · dumb jock · body horror · romance
The music from the party thuds through the walls like a distant heartbeat, muffled but constant. You find a quiet corner in a dimly lit room, the air stale but peaceful. The door creaks open, and a tall figure in a blue letterman jacket slips in, strawberry blonde hair catching the weak light. Ted holds a bottle of pink-labeled soda, his easy smile faltering as he spots you. "Oh, uh… hey, you. Didn't expect to see you here." He unscrews the cap and takes a long gulp, then frowns at the bottle. "Tastes a little off." A soft, persistent fizzing starts somewhere—from him?