#riam 🩷❤️

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TWIRLS MY HAIR GAYLY :3

1, 3, 4, and 22 for Lulu, Evelyn, and Sam :33

BABYGIRLS….!!!!!!!!!!!

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who's the favorite?

Lucian - yes. always have and always will. he has one or two that he keeps by his pillows and the rest are just TANGLED in the blankets. you ain’t sitting on his mattress without suffocating at least one teddy bear with your ass 😭 - his favorite stuffy is a periwinkle bunny named lala :3 (but we all know his true favorite is kai 🤫)

Evelyn - why would she need a stuffed animal when she has her girlfriend to keep her warm? 🤭

Sam - YES. don’t let him fool you. he will hide them whenever someone comes to visit but TRUST me when i say he has a whole collection of kitty plushies. only cats tho. he loves cats.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

If you were to ask Lucian, he’d probably say something along the lines of this: “he’s the nicest, cutest, sweetest boy in the whole wide world. you’d be jealous if you ever saw him. :3”

Evelyn would be more than happy to tell you a full synopsis on her girlfriend but she usually goes with a simple answer like this: “She’s just a doll. Cuter than a button and prettier than a dove.” (ok Shakespeare 🔥)

haha. Sam? haha. hahaha. um. heads up for the future NEVER ASK HIM THIS!! YOU WILL BE STUCK THERE FOR SIX HOURS. but something like this: “she’s stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, radiant, captivating, charming, elegant, striking, dashing, alluring, exquisite, lovely, mesmerizing, enchanting, irresistible, fabulous, charismatic, fashionable, incredible, incomparable, graceful, appealing, ravishing, sophisticated, magnetic, unforgettable, impressive, flawless, timeless, enthralling, divine, splendid, spellbinding, winsome, jaw-dropping, delightful, fetching, sensational, regal, opulent, sublime, statuesque, dreamy, mesmeric, sumptuous, admirable, dazzling, impeccable, ravishing, luminous, polished, remarkable, enigmatic, unblemished, tantalizing, unforgettable, classy, effortless, opulent, unparalleled,glamorous, immaculate, head-turning, exotic, bewitching, radiating, coveted, commanding, unrivaled, supreme, glamorous, unassailable, unmatched, enthralling, captivating, bewitching, unblemished, spectacular, resplendent, spellbinding, enigmatic, stunning, distinguished, unfading, irresistible, striking, vivacious, regal,spellbinding, impressive, majestic, ethereal, unforgettable, incomparable, breathtaking, sumptuous, resplendent, el-”

4. Do they look good in red?

Lucian - yeah but he looks the best in blue :3

Evelyn - yes she looks good in all colors!! green is definitely her color tho :3

Sam - MEOW MEOW MEOW YES!!! :3

22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What's their go-to?

Lucian - he doesn’t like it. HE LOVES IT. call him babe and he’s down for the count. if he’s fond of someone, he’ll probably refer to them as sweetheart/sweetie or honey/hun. but if we’re talking about his BOO……baby every name in the book. kai will not escape them. his go-to is definitely honey though :3

Evelyn - she likes being called pet names by women lmao. men DNI 😡😡. she only calls violet any sort of pet name and it’s usually “darling” or “dear.” her go-to is 100000%…..DARLING DEAR though bc she’s British!! (ok Edgar Allen Poe 🔥)

Sam - he’s on his KNEES for a pet name. while he doesn’t particularly refer to others with any sort of pet names in fear they won’t like it, he does abbreviate a lot of people’s names. for example: riley = rie, lucian = lu, evelyn = ev, etc. if he DOES call anyone a pet name it will be riley and only riley. he leans more toward “baby/babe” :3

#asks!! #oc: lucian williams #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: kai miller #friend’s oc: riley morgan #friend’s oc: violet jones #lukai 🖤🤍 #eviolet 💚💜 #riam 🩷❤️

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My Way

Prompt: Yandere

Ship: Riam

Note: sorry this is short guys!! I was busy asf today so bare minimum 😭!!!!!!! tw: violence

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At first glance, Sam seemed to be an ordinary boy. Silky skin the color of cocoa, dark eyes reflecting bright hues, curly hazelnut hair that bounced behind his ears, and a warm countenance existing on his face. No one would have expected him to have one of their fellow classmates in his basement chained by the ankles and wrists, a gag leaving his jaw elongated painfully as he was blinded by a piece of cloth covering his eyes. No one in Woodland City would even begin to suspect Sam being the serial kidnap-killer when seeing just how innocent he appeared. Including his own girlfriend.

“That boy named Jacob, right?” Sam hummed, twirling the blade between his fingers as he waited for a reply on the other side of the phone. He could hear his muffled crying from afar, itching to rip out his tongue so he wouldn’t be able to make that irritating noise. “You th-thought he was cute…?”

Riley scoffed when hearing these names being repeated again, pouring herself some strawberries in a bowl to munch on while attempting to lay down for the night. Her pajamas consisted of a graphic t and ankle high socks, knowing that no one was up to see her half naked in the kitchen. “What, Jacob Hooks? Yeah, I guess he’s cute. He looks like a guy I used to know…why?”

Grinning ear to ear, Sam spun on his heel and peered over at the small group of teens huddled in the corner. “Mmh, no reason. I just th-thought I might’ve had a class with him.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope.”

“Heh, ‘cause he’s not as smart as you.” Riley sneered, practically bragging about how intelligent he was to the audience consisting of herself. “So, what are you doing?”

Sam placed the device between his shoulder and ear, searching his weaponry cabinet for something fun to use for the victim - If you could even call them that. “I-uh…I’m doing some homework.”

“Homework at one in the morning on a Friday night, huh?” Riley repeated the information vital about his excuse, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. She knew that Sam was a great student - especially considering he’s been on high honor roll since the sixth grade - but he wasn’t a teacher’s pet. He would still rush his homework at the last second and procrastinate doing it just like any other teen his age. In other words, his story was a little unbelievable. “Are you home alone?”

That was a given. Sam’s mother was in and out of the hospital every week and his father had been out of the picture for a very long time. Riley only asked because she knew that sometimes his aunt would be there to hold the house down when he was away. And that bitch got on her nerves more than anyone in the entire universe.

With a shaky breath, Sam continued to uphold the lie of supposedly being a star student. “Y-Yep. Just me and my h…omework.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…”

“So, would you be against me saying the night?”

Staying the night. Sam shuddered at the thought of it. He would have to get all this cleaned up by the time she arrived and assure her that nothing was astray. That would be a pain in the ass all in itself but he could never deny her offer to come over. An opportunity is an opportunity.

Tugging at his own shirt, he frantically tried to think of a way to overcome this slight speed bump. Riley shouldn’t care too much, right? “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I…I don’t mind.”

There was a sudden pause for a moment. Sam could hear the sound of footsteps echoing on the other side of the line, presumably from Riley going up her stairs and into her room from the kitchen. He gulped with a sharp whine that flushed heat onto his face. He didn’t like it when she was quiet. It usually meant she was thinking about something.

As per usual, he predicted her behavior. “Are you alright? I don’t have to come over if you’re busy.”

“I’m fine,” he blurted without much thought behind his words. “How long do you think it’ll take you to get over h-here?”

Rustling through her drawers to collect some pajamas and spare clothes, she started packing her bags to spend the night. Her heart raced with excitement now knowing she was free from this hell hole for the weekend. Because let’s be honest here, they both knew that one night turned into three relatively quickly.

Smiling softly, she pulled some spare pajama pants on and tied her hair back. “Can I take a bath at your house?”

“O-Of course…!”

“Thirty minutes.” She hummed, imagining herself emerged in a mass of warm water with bubbles surrounding her. The daydream only got better when she knew that Sam would be there to ‘keep her company’ as she washed off. She couldn’t wait for it. “Is that okay?”

Peering over his shoulder toward the victim, his hands trembled. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. Be careful, baby.”

“I will. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that, the call had ceased. Sam set down his phone with a blank stare, his body exuberating heat he didn’t know he contained within himself. Riley was coming in thirty minutes. He couldn’t disappoint her.

Turning on his heel with a sick glint in his eye, he approached the boy at rapid speeds. No matter how much he kicked and screamed and tried to break free, he found his restraints were much too powerful. Tears rolled down his cheeks as Sam’s fingers entangled themselves into his hair.

“I hope you won’t mind me borrowing your clothes.” Sam murmured, examining his appearance throughly to ensure he knew everything Riley liked and disliked about his structure. A part of him knew that it was his style that really caught her eye - Another part knew that she took an interest in his curly brunette locks that rested on his shoulders. She must like longer hair on guys. That was okay. Sam could grow his hair out in no time.

Peeling away the tape from his mouth, Sam allowed him to speak for a while longer. In between sobs there were begs, maybe some cursing, but he didn’t care either way. Instead, he set up his camera as he always did and prepared for another brutalization of a guy Riley looked at.

“Please, don’t kill me! I’ll do anything! God, please!”

Sam pricked his thumb against the tip of his blade, watching as blood dropped from the wound. He had sharpened it yesterday, perfect to be utilized tonight and end Jacob’s life. It was almost pitiful. Almost. In the end, it was his fault for catching Riley’s eye. Fixing the camera lenses and directing it onto the helpless boy, he could only giggle. Although, he didn’t know what was so funny.

“You know Riley Morgan?” Sam asked in an innocent tone, approaching his frail figure with the blade directed toward his face.

With another sob, he answered the best he could. “Y-Yeah…I didn’t do anything with her, man! I didn’t do anything!”

“I didn’t say you did.” He snapped, kneeling down and putting the cold knife against his thin layer of skin on his throat. Another wail escaped his lips as he tried to keep his composure, staring at Sam like a lamb awaiting its slaughter. “Isn’t she so pretty? I’m gonna marry her one day. I’m gonna marry her and we’re gonna have a nice family one day, Jacob. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Don’t you think she’ll be so happy with me?”

“Y-Yes! Yes, I do!” He stammered, praying to God that agreeing with him would spare his life in the end. “I’m sure she will! J-Just please let me go!”

“Y’know Jacob, it’s really n-not personal. The reason you’re here, I mean.” Sam plunged the blade into his throat gradually, causing him to suffer with every sickening twist he put into the wound. “You’re just in my way.”

Stripping him from his clothes beforehand was a smart thing to do. Sam hurriedly rushed to the shower and got the blood off, throwing Jacob’s pajamas on to ensure he would indefinitely attract Riley - After all, she did mention she thought his sense of style was cute. If Sam wore it, then she would be sure to have her eyes on him and only him. Just as he was drying his hair, however, the doorbell rang to alert him of Riley’s presence.

He practically toppled down the steps and retrieved the door, seeing his girlfriend soaking wet from the pouring rain that suddenly attacked her during the trip. Luckily, she didn’t seem to bothered. Her ginger hair was strewed about, the cute little tank-top she wore practically see-through now that it was wet. Sam averted his eyes and felt his heart flutter with joy.

“H-Hey, Rie.”

“Jeez, it’s pouring out there.” Riley whined playfully, throwing her bag onto the ground and searching for her spare pajamas inside.

Sam blushed heavily without a reply. After all, there was nothing much else to do. All he could think about was the corpse in the basement and how she could easily just -

“You look nice in those pajamas.” Riley hummed, placing her hand against his chest. All the overwhelming thoughts ceased in an instant. “Where’d you get them from?”

All he could do was smile like an idiot.

#oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: riley morgan #riam 🩷❤️ #101’s wpw

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Confession

Note: RIAM ATTACK 💥💥 ok but seriously I haven’t written anything in weeks bc I’m deathly ill soooo here’s this to make up for it! TW: domestic abuse, kidnapping, obsessive behavior.

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“You fucking anorexic whore!”

One more drink should cast the thought away for good this time. At least, that’s what Riley kept telling herself. Cup after cup, song after song, she found herself almost too drunk to even think straight. That was fine. It was better than thinking about him going off with another girl.

The booze took away from the pain of her bruise planted underneath her eye, but it didn’t help her escape from the looks she kept getting from the other guests at the party. She figured she must have looked awful — Many others would beg to differ. Even with that nasty purple wound on her pale complexion, she was one of the prettiest girls of Woodlyn High. With eyes that resembled a meadow after sweet spring rain and hair the color of ravenous flames, it was hard not to spare a glance or two. Although, Jordan didn’t seem to think that. And if he didn’t care to look at her, she knew that she wasn’t worth looking at.

“Hey.”

God, that voice was painfully familiar. Turning her head in the direction of the sound, she let out a soft groan. “Huh?”

There she saw Thomas Hall — The valedictorian of her grade and host of this party. He leaned over her like a hawk preying upon its next meal with a sick grin plastered on his face. She knew whatever was going to be said or done wasn’t going to be good. Trying desperately to think of a way out, she notably took in her surroundings again. He chuckled from the sight.

“You single?”

“Fuck off, Thomas…”

“No, seriously. Did Jordan break up with you?”

There was a pause for a brief moment or two. Putting the brim back to her lips and chugging down the rest of the alcohol contained within it, she prayed to God that she wouldn’t say something she’d ultimately regret.

It was almost inevitable once she opened her mouth. “For now, yeah…mmh, to go out with ‘nother bitch tonight. He’ll be back tomorrow…” Her words slurred together miserably as she became almost incomprehensible.

Thomas sat down beside her, presumably locking into the conversation. Only then did she see his three friends behind him; David Nixon, Freddy Brooks, and Charlie Allen. It seemed like her future was getting darker and darker as time progressed. It wasn’t a good idea to get involved with these guys. Once they have even a little piece of information to hold above your head, they’ll be able to control your every move. That must be what they’re trying to accomplish right now. Riley scoffed from the thought.

“Well, y’know…I’ve always had the hots for you, Riley.” Thomas hummed, grabbing her empty cup to pour stronger alcohol inside. She had almost forgotten she was sitting in the kitchen by herself where all the drinks were. However, she didn’t recognize this brand. It must be expensive. “My door’s always open.”

“Fuck you and your door.” She spat right back at him, snatching the cup from his hand and taking a hesitant sip. “I won’t fuck on a pussy ass momma’s boy. Skip me on that.”

That description he heard of himself made his smile widen. She rejected him. That made this even more fun. “Isn’t Jordan a momma’s boy? I figured you just had a type. Anyway though, wanna go bust him and that slut?”

Her eyes turned to saucers. “What…?”

“They’re fucking in her car right now.” The rasp in his voice grew thicker as he grew more eager for her reaction. “Don’t you wanna show them who’s in charge, Riley? Don’t you want him back?”

All those words rubbed her in all the right ways. If she were sober, she could’ve seen through his cunning tactics. However, she couldn’t even see straight anymore, so there was no way of indicating anything was astray. She believed him without a second of a doubt.

Standing up wasn’t so easy. Placing her weight on her feet and stumbling forward, she crashed into a chair immediately. It wasn’t until Thomas grabbed a hold of her that she managed to fix her posture.

“Get off me.” Riley snapped, shoving him away as harshly as she could in the moment. It felt like her body was moving in slow motion. The alcohol surely did numbers in her. Once she felt his hands on her again, she raised her voice. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU STUPID MANWHORE! GOD!”

His laughter indicated he got the reaction he wanted all along. It made her sick to her stomach to think about. The trek began shortly after without another word exchanged between them.

People. Lights. Music. Everything disorientated the drunk girl entirely. She made sure to keep her eyes on Thomas while navigating her way through the crowd, but every now and then she believed she spotted Jordan in the crowd and lost her focus. When that happened, Charlie continued to shove her forward. She was too tired to scold him. Besides, she knew that he was only doing that because he wanted Thomas’s approval.

“Where’s the car?” Her voice murmured as she nearly knocked into an innocent bystander. “Mmh…I don’t gotta nice knife on me…only this shitty pocket one.”

The back door opened. December air smacked against their faces as they stepped out onto the porch. Although it was so cold, Riley felt warmer and lighter than ever. The thought of killing this bitch became more prominent and exciting to the point she trembled a bit with each step. Bliss that overwhelmed her systems suddenly grew sour as Thomas turned to face her, clearly having some sort of ace up his sleeve. She was too drunk to care. All she wanted was to beat this girl’s ass for touching Jordan in ways Riley could never hope to.

“Okay, I’ll deal with the bodies after you’re done.” Thomas bubbled as the two of them started down the steps. It was only then that she noticed the other three guys weren't following along. It freaked her out a little but the alcohol in her system, again, drowned out the worries. “I mean, you’re gonna kill Jordan too, right?”

With a scoff, she flicked out the pocket knife. “No.”

That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. Raising an eyebrow and scanning the driveway area for her car, he pondered his thoughts out loud. “But he cheated on you and beat your ass. Don’t you think that's—?”

Sticking her index finger against his chest and getting in his face, she drunkenly blabbered. “Shut the hell up, Thomas! Having sex with some girl don’t mean shit! He still loves me! He still loves me...” Her voice trailed off as she desperately tried to convince herself that was the case. Thomas simply observed her behavior with a smug grin.

“No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t and that’s okay. I have a client who’ll be more than willing to show you the love you deserve.”

Her eyes darted toward him and in that second, she almost saw the look of empathy on his face. However, as quickly as that expression came, it went. David snatched her up from behind and shoved a cloth drenched in chloroform across her mouth and nose, tightly gripping her so she couldn’t squirm away. Thomas had thought she was pretty before but with that horrified expression, she looked absolutely stunning.

“It’s okay, don’t fight it! David’s not a pervert or anything. Well, at least not toward girls—!”

“Shut the fuck up before I knock you out next...” David grumbled, knowing damn well she might be acquainted with Lucian. (Which was more or less the reason why he was being so gentle with her.)

With a harsh shove to the back, Riley found herself being throttled into the backseat of a beat-up car. Only then did she understand that this was all a set up. Jordan wasn’t out here at all. In fact, he was probably at home with a bitch he found at the party already. Tears welled in her eyes from the thought. Although, it didn’t do her any good to cry.

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By the time Riley regained consciousness, she had forgotten what happened. She figured she was in her own bed, falling behind on making breakfast for her little brother. For that reason alone, she got up despite her rough hangover and began stumbling around the dimly lit room to get changed. She reached for her dresser only to see her reflection staring right back at her — A mirror.

But she didn’t have any mirrors in her room.

“You’re awake.”

Riley let out a sharp gasp and nearly collapsed onto the piece of furniture, trying to decipher the dark figure standing by the door. The sound of its lock sealing echoed throughout the room.

Her immediate response was to grab the pocket knife from her jacket. However, when her hand went to tuck itself away and search for it, she found that her jacket was missing. Not only that, but so were her pants and shoes. Her heartbeat rang throughout her eardrums.

“A-Are you scared?” The voice grew soft and shaky. All the fear that she felt once before became a bit muffled whenever hearing the silhouette’s tone. “D…Don’t be scared. I hope T-Thomas didn’t hurt you…” Approaching her, Riley finally saw his face.

“Or he’d be breaking the deal.”

Beyond confused, Riley’s shoulders drooped and her eyebrows furrowed. “Sam…? Sam, is that you?”

Sam, one of Riley’s only friends, stood before her. Grasping onto his sweater and swallowing against the lump in his throat, he nodded sheepishly. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s m…me.”

There was a brief pause. Sam’s mind spiraled in circles as he tried to muster out the words he wanted to assure her with. Even knowing that this could be Sam’s doing, Riley waited patiently for him to get out what he needed to say. And for that reason, he couldn’t help but feel more attracted to her.

“I-I want y-yuh…you to be m…” Clenching his eyes shut and lowering his head, he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye. “…my girlfriend! Please be my girlfriend, Riley!”

Her eyes widened like saucers. This was the first time she had ever received a confession like this. The only reason she and Jordan were dating was because she begged him to be her boyfriend. That’s why whenever she saw Sam like this, she couldn’t help but see herself.

“Sam…”

“I put poison in Jordan’s drink last night. He’s in critical condition at the hospital.” His voice went monotone, thick and dull. All emotion he once had completely drained away. “I’m the only one with the antidote. If you don’t break up with him I-I’ll let him fucking die. I’ll let him die, Riley, and he’s gonna hurt.”

Even when saying such horrible things, Riley was astonished by the glint of pure obsession embedded in his irises. He loved her. Even if they hardly spoke before this, even if this was the first time she truly locked eye contact with him, he loved her more than Jordan ever did.

“…Okay.”

“Wh…What?” Sam’s voice shook as he snapped out of his state of delusion. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. No, not even that — He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Riley was smiling ear to ear. She didn’t look hurt or upset or anything. Rather, she appeared to be in utter bliss from the threat. Laughter escaped her throat as she held herself tight. “Okay! I’ll break up with him and get with you. That’s fine. So, get the antidote to him.”

Blinking in utter disbelief, Sam took a step or two backward. “A-Are you ser—?”

“You have no idea how serious I am.” She hummed, closing her eyes and lowering her head. “I’d do anything for him. Anything at all. So if that means I have to break up with him to save him, I will. So, please. Please give him the antidote, Sam.”

That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Balling his hand into a fist instinctively, repulsion overwhelmed his system. “Do you really love him that much e-even after…all he’s done to you?”

“I do.” Riley murmured, almost ashamed. “Is that really such a bad thing? Everyone treats me like a whore because I let him do whatever he wants to me, but isn’t that what love is? To sacrifice and devote yourself to them? Wouldn’t you do the same?”

Sam blinked in disbelief for a moment or two before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I wouldn’t h-hit you, Rie.”

Those words sent a shock wave through her system. Even if he avoided her eyes, she stared through his soul and listened intently.

“I’d never hit you,” he continued while clenching at the ends of his sweater. “I’d never call you names, I’d n-never make you cry, I’d never abandon you, a…and I’d never let anyone hurt you! When was the last time he’s h…eld you, that he told you how p-p…pretty you are? Riley…Riley, that’s what love is!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, although she wasn’t sure why. All she could do was laugh and wipe them away, knowing that what Sam had said was the truth. It hurt. But in the same breath, she was in pure bliss knowing that someone cared enough to answer her.

Wiping away her tears with the sleeve of his sweater, Sam leaned in close to her figure. “I want to show you th…that, Riley. Please let me treat you h-how he should’ve been treating you this entire t…ime.”

Riley couldn’t help but blush whenever he progressed toward her. If he kept it up, they’d be in kissing range sooner than later. She wasn’t opposed to the idea. Although, she was a bit nervous to be jumping from one man to the next.

Sparing a glance or two at his lips, she found her self control and took a step back. When seeing his stunned expression, he avoided his acid eyes at all costs. “Sam…”

Respecting her boundaries and laying off the pressure, he rewarded her with personal space and tried his hardest to keep the disappointment off his face. After all, he understood it wasn’t her fault. Jordan was the one to blame for her hesitance.

“Sorry. Sh-Sh…ouldn’t rush things.” Sam murmured, although his face told another story.

While she knew she wasn’t in danger, Riley couldn’t help but feel the heat against the back of her neck growing in size. Wanting to clarify her reasoning behind not indulging in his affection, she found herself stammering just as he does. “If Jordan ever found out…”

Jordan. Jordan, Jordan, Jordan. That’s all she ever wanted to talk about. Had he really captivated her heart that much? There weren't any redeeming qualities Sam could pick out for a reason as to why Riley would care for him so dearly; He had an average face, a horrible attitude, and no sense of loyalty whatsoever. So, why? Why did Riley love him so much?

Lost in thought, Riley remained quiet. It wasn’t until Sam grasped her face and caressed the wound underneath her eye that she snapped out of the delusion.

“You deserve so much more than that, Riley. Don’t you get it?” His voice was gentle and reassuring. Despite knowing that he wasn’t going to hurt her, she still couldn’t help but flinch from his words. “I’m sure you don’t. That’s why I’ll…I’ll…I’ll teach you.”

“T-Teach me?”

“It’s not as scary as it sounds.” Sam chuckled, releasing her from his grasp and gazing at his shaky hands. “As long as you trust me.”

#oc: sam vega #friend’s oc: riley morgan #riam ❤️🩷 #wpw #101’s wpw