#and she's probably heard him yelling and crying through his bedroom door

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

I just know Grizel cares so much about Fitz.

She's known this boy since he was 14 (?) and she's watching him grow up.

She's hung around him for years, day and night.

She's eavesdropped on his conversations, and she was there for all of the aftermath of Alvar's betrayal.

She watched his world fall out from beneath his feet first hand. She heard the whispers that followed him everywhere he went. She watched his shoulders fall.

She probably watched him bake treats for his friends. She probably watched him cry and grieve. She probably dragged him out of his bed and showed him how to work out to get out of his head. She probably reminds him to eat, and to get some vitamin D. She probably listens to him pace his bedroom well into the night. She probably listens to him talk to Mr. Snuggles when he's really overwhelmed and just needs a friend who won't judge him.

She'd die for this little sad, short-tempered baby who has done nothing wrong ever in his entire life. And her heart aches for him. For the way he can be surrounded by people, but still be so lonely.

She probably knows him better than most people just off of observation alone.

idk man. we never talk about it. and the friendship angst/potential is immaculate.

[babygorewhore]

Daddy issues

After your dad is arrested, you try and beg for his job back. But Rafe Cameron decides another way for you to help your father. And his arrangement is different than you imagine.

Warnings! Daddy kink! Talks of violence! Slight reference to abuse! Choking! Blow job! Rough unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Virginity loss! Dirty talk!

You didnt know if you were more angry or surprised when you got the call from the officer that your dad was arrested and currently in jail for assault. You were finished working your late shift at the restaurant when your phone rang.

You screamed in your car on the way to the station. Your dad was a dead beat. An asshole who didn’t know how to fucking control his temper. Daddy dearest also liked to get loud with you, throw things when he didn’t get his way and one time he slapped you in the face.

You slapped him back and threatened to slash his tires. But the threat was empty considering he needed to work, which you had no idea how he kept his job at the docks while working for Rafe Cameron. It used to be his father Ward until his suicide. You’d met him often while picking your dad up, given you had to share a car.

He was��polite you could say. But he was also scary. He glared at everyone and he was short tempered. You usually heard him snapping or yelling if something wasn’t done right. Your dad complained about how strict he was.

But his status and wealth made everyone obey him and intimidated you. His attractiveness however was on another level. His height made you feel small and his blue eyes cut through people.

You slammed the door at the station and went to the desk. After signing in, you tapped your foot impatiently as an officer came up to you.

“Are you…?”

“My dad is here. He just got arrested.” You ground out. You hated being here. She nodded and looked at paperwork in front of her.

“Are you here to post bail?”

“I’m here to see if there’s any way we can clear this up as a misunderstanding.” You tried to plead but she shook her head.

“Ma’am, he attacked a man at a stoplight. He beat him up to the point he lost one of his teeth.”

You pressed your head against your hand. Jesus Christ it was worse than you thought. “How much is bail?”

She looked again at the paperwork. “Looks like we’re at 6,000 dollars.”

“What? I thought the bail was lower than that!” You shrieked.

“Ma’am. He also had multiple charges. Public intoxication, disturbance and assault. He caused a lot of trouble. I suggest you alert his job tomorrow. But until then, he’s going to spend at least 60 days in jail.”

You started crying. You couldn’t help it. It hurt so much. You couldn’t get a break. And now you’d have to face Rafe Cameron and face the humiliation of your dad being in jail.

You cried on and off the next day as you had to switch your schedule to the evening and make the phone call to your dads manager about his current situation. It was immediate termination and you broke down even harder in your bedroom. You refused to take his phone call, afraid you’d explode on him.

As you got ready for another dreaded work shift, your phone started ringing to a number you didn’t recognize. Hesitantly, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Your dads in jail, huh?” You immediately froze. It was Rafe’s voice. How did he-well he was capable of finding anything out.

“I-um. Yes. And he can’t work for you anymore. But if you’ll please reconsider. I know he’s a piece of shit but this is the only job he’s lasted out and we desperately need the money. I’m trying to get a car and we have to share one. I know this is probably pointless but I can’t help but try. So please, please take him back.” More tears came and you felt like a total cry baby but you pushed through.

You expected him to laugh but instead silence met you.

You bit your lip hard enough it bled.

“Meet me at my house. I’ll text you the address. I have a proposition for you.”

“Why can’t you tell me over the phone?” Your stomach tightened.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes. Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Good girl.”

You set the phone down but seconds later his address came through in a text and your breath stopped short. He wanted to see you after work.

Five minutes before closing and after you finished cleaning, the drive to Rafe’s house wasn’t that far and now you knocked on his door. When he answered, you tried not to reveal how much you found him attractive. His hair was in his face and his eyes were glazed as he looked down at you. His fingers twitched and you imagined what he was doing with that hand…

Rafe gestured with his head for you to come in and you followed him inside the massive penthouse. He had everything you imagined. Expensive furniture, floors and lights.

You followed him to the kitchen where he pointed to the bar stool. “Have a seat.” He muttered.

You obeyed and watched as he circled the island in the center of the room. “So. You wanna save your dads job?”

“Yes. I’m willing to do anything-“ You stopped short when a smirk fell on his face.

“Anything?” Rafe challenged. “It looked like you hated him whenever I saw you talk to him.”

“It’s complicated.” You replied and his smirk grew into a cruel smile.

“Looks like someone has daddy issues.” Rafe countered and you crossed your arms.

“I-well when you put it that way-“

“I’m just bringing up what you’re telling me. Your dad beats the shit out of someone. He went to jail-and now you’re doing anything you can to fix it. Tell me if I missed anything.” Rafe’s voice was low and you hated that he was right.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound pushy. I’m just in a tight spot.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re in a…tight spot.” His meaning was clear and you swallowed.

That was the exchange.

“Look at you. Being a little smart girl and figuring it out. I’m gonna get to the point. You want me to take him back? Bail him out? I get to fuck you. Anywhere. Anytime. And anyplace I want. No condoms. No hidden birth control. No. I wanna see my cum leak out of that desperate pussy.”

Your mouth opened and closed. “I can’t just fuck a stranger. And no birth control? I can’t fucking get pregnant.”

“I’m a selfish whore, baby. And I can afford one. And those are my terms. Either that. Or your dad rots.”

You bit your lip. You weren’t in a position to say no. You needed the money. And Rafe was hot. There were worse guys. Rafe got closer, his big hands reaching to cup the side of your neck.

“Yeah? You want it?”

Slowly, you nodded.

Rafe crooked a finger, signaling you to come closer. You stepped down and approached him gingerly and looked into his gaze. Rafe then latched his hand around your throat. His grip was so strong your feet almost lifted in the air and your eyes widened as he crushed his lips to yours.

His lips devoured you as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You weren’t experienced. Sure, you’d touched yourself and made out with people.

But actual fucking? You’d never done that. And you knew that was about to change.

“You want me to take care of you, don’t you?” Rafe loosened his hold on your neck and pressed you against the island counter, “need someone to be your daddy?”

Your hands flew to his chest as you brought him impossibly closer, his lips sucked your skin with bruising force. You opened your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He commanded and you listened. Spit gathering on your lips as he kneed your legs apart and lifted you up on the counter.

“Need daddy to help you? Fill you up with my cum?” His dirty words made your cunt twitch as he started toying the end of your skirt. Your thighs dampened as he trailed his thick fingers along your flesh, his fingers grazing the wet patch of your underwear.

You started grinding to give any friction against your arousal as he apparently changed his mind and threw you to the ground by underneath your arms. Rafe gestured to the crotch of his pants. “Consider this your first payment, baby. You ever done this before?”

You shakily remained silent as he huffed an amused laugh.

“Really? A girl who’s such a perv that she’s willing to fuck someone giving her money? Never would have guessed. I guess I’ll be nice and help you.”

Rafe undressed his lower half, his cock leaked with precum and he took your hand. “Swipe it with your thumb, get it all wet.” His massive hand compared to yours was almost comical as he grabbed the back of your head.

“Open your mouth, princess. And remember to breathe through your nose.”

After that, he silenced whatever worries you had by shoving his dick forward. You run your tongue along the thick underside, lessening some of the heavy weight by massaging with your hand. You took the tip through your mouth, shoving down any nerves as you sucked. Rafe bobbed your head up and down as he pushed you further, your head bouncing as your eyes squeezed shut.

“No, no, open your slutty eyes and look at me.” He growled. He leaned over the arch of the space between the counter and where you sank on your knees. The skin of his cock was supple as you continued aiding with your hand. It was hot to the touch.

“Good fucking girl. Maybe I’ll reward you by fucking your pussy.” He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat. “Breathe. Breathe through your nose.” He wiped a few tears away with his thumb as you listened to him.

You knew he was getting closer as he stopped talking, his breathing heavier as he moved your head. His cum spilled inside your mouth, as he released you and you coughed.

“Not bad for your first time. We’re gonna practice some more.” Rafe smirked as his face was flushed and his fist flexed.

He moved on top of you on the floor, hiking up your skirt and ripping off your panties. He spread apart your wet cunt and dipped his middle finger inside your clenching entrance. “You’re such a whore. Never done any of this and you’re already gonna cum. Should have known you’d be daddy’s cum slut.”

Rafe yanked your legs apart, and spit on your pussy. “Not that it needed it, but I’m gonna be a little more kind to you.” You shrieked as he grabbed your jaw.

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.” You quickly answered. “Never-never needed-“

“Good. And you’re not going to. Got it?” Rafe moaned as he pushed his tip in your pussy, “fuck you’re so tight.”

You winced from discomfort but then his knuckles hit your clit, aiding to relieve your tension as he circled them. “Gonna make you mine. Take you away from all that shit.” He grunted as he pushed further.

Rafe let you wrap your arms around his neck as he thrusted.

“Tell daddy you like it.”

“I like it.” You sobbed as he moved harder. “I like it, daddy.”

It was slightly shameful how quickly you came all over him and spilled onto your legs. Rafe also came again and you felt it inside you. He was serious about no protection.

He stayed for a few seconds before getting up. And pulling his pants back on. He extended his hand and pulled you up. You knew you were a sight to be seen, fucked out eyes and messy hair. You just lost your virginity to Rafe Cameron.

You cleared your throat and watched him sweep his eyes over your face. “So. My dad?”

He shrugged. “He’s already out.”

You paled. “What?”

“I posted bail a few minutes before you got here. But as for his job, you’re gonna have to work harder than that. I have conditions.”

“But I already said-“

“More than just fucking you, baby girl. I own you now. You are mine and no one gets to even think about fucking you. I will cross any line you make to keep me away. And if you try, I will punish you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” You whimpered as he loomed over you.

“And?” He mocked. “You already agreed. You need me. Don’t you?” He cupped your jaw. Tightly but not as harsh.

“Yeah.” You leaned in to his touch. Your defenses are completely down. You needed care. You were always working. Always cleaning up after someone’s mess. And now…he was going to take care of you.

And either make your daddy issues better.

Or worse.

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[nshmuras]

ALONE AGAIN ..

where you two have a argument and they admit they cheated.

pair : enhypen x fem!reader

warning : mentions of cheating , crying , major angst.

LEE HEESEUNG.

you and heeseung haven't been on good terms. always having arguments and sleeping in different locations, but your newest argument blossomed when he came late one day.

"for fuck sakes yn. why are you so upset! i was just with the boys." he yelled and rubbed his temple "hah!? just with the boys? thats a damn lie! you were probably with some girl!" you snarled and poked his chest.

"and so what if i was!? at least she doesnt throw hissy fits everyday!" heeseung yelled as he pushed your hand away, leaving a shocked look on your face.

tears welled up in your eyes as you immediately rushed towards the front door. "yn i didn..—" "save it." you said before slamming the door.

PARK JONGSEONG.

jay was a gentleman and always cared for you. if he was angry or stressed he would kindly tell you he need space! thats what you thought until today.

"jay honey are you coming to bed?" you asked as you peeked in his office. he was on the phone and a womens voice could be heard "i know love.. i'll eventually tell her i swear" he said to the girl.

you stared blankly at his figure as your sight became blurry. "dont worry sweetheart i love y— yn!?" jay said and hung up the phone in a hurry.

"yn i can explain.." "theres no need. how could you jay! after all ive done for you!" you cried out "what have you done for me!? except stress me out! no wonder i wouldve cheated on you." he said coldly, leaving you in utter shock.

SIM JAEYUN

jake had been very suspicious lately. seemingly texting someone, rarely home, and also leaving in the middle of the night. so you decided to talk to him about it.

"yn ive told you it's nothing. now your just pestering me" jake said with a huff and went back onto his phone. "really jaeyun? nothing? well it seems like whoever is on your phone is way more important than me!" you scoff

"what if she is huh? what if she satisfies me more than you do." he snarled and grabbed his keys , shooting for the front door. your mouth fell agape as you started sobbing loudly.

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon was tired of your constant nagging and yelling. you were on about the same girl you saw in his contacts and about how mad you were.

"fuck.. could you shut up?" he shouts "you on about this girl in my phone every single day! i should've listened to her when she told me to break up with you for her." he rolled his eyes and you clenched your fists

"fuck you sunghoon and that bitch." you shove at him and walk towards the front door , slipping on your shoes and exiting with a slam.

KIM SUNOO

you were chatting with your friend about sunoos recent actions. they all followed up with the same things like "go through his phone!" or "talk to him about it!" and you followed through.

"yn! why did you go through my phone?" sunoo questioned and crossed his arms. "i dont know. why have you been hiding stuff from me!" he sighed and held the bridge of his nose between his finger tips.

"i saw what you and her were chatting about. who is she!" you yelled "she was just a mistake okay! i was mad at you and she just.. came onto me." you looked shocked. "you know what, you can stay with her." you shoved past him, your figure disappearing in the dark.

YANG JUNGWON

"jungwon!" you called out as you took off your shoes and sighed. jungwon had stood you up and left you stranded at the restaurant.

you made you way to you guys shared bedroom and opened the door "jungwo—" you paused and took in the scene before you. jungwon was kissing another girl in YOUR home.

"you can get your jaw up off the floor yn." he spoke up and walked towards you. "i dont know why your so confused, you know.. after our argument i was out and thought that i dont need a nagging women like you." he spat. "you can leave now."

NISHIMURA RIKI

"yn shut the fuck up okay!?" riki yelled at you "fuck! all i hear is 'who is she' this and 'why are you texting her' that." he got closer to you.

you started to get upset at his sudden tone. tears threatening to spill at any moment "r-riki..—" "have you ever thought that after all your constant nagging, and all your bossiness i wasnt gonna fall out of love?"

your breath hitched "your a joke to me yn. i knew i shouldve stayed with rei after the night of our argument. shes less annoying as you." he poked at your chest. and with every word a singular tear fell.

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[loud-sturniolos]

Crush, 2

A Chris Sturniolo fic

SUMMARY:

After the universe managed to make Chris and Y/N’s friendship awkward, Y/N goes on a date with another boy, only for her night to end up with her crying in Chris’s arms instead of naked in a strangers bed like she’d planned.

WARNINGS:

Same as pt. 1(hard on the cliche warning), a bit of angst, ends in fluff + confession, switching POVS (mainly 3rd person though), Y/N being kinda stupid/oblivious for a moment, not proof read.

TROPES:

Friends to lovers, one bed (pt 1), best friends brother, slowburn romance

A/N: I did not describe Y/Ns outfit for the date, because I know not everybody wears what I would have described, so y’all can make up your own outfit 😽 Also, never been on a date before, so forgive me for the terrible writing about said-shit-date

link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/loud-sturniolos/750056049665572864/crush-1

Chris ran into his room, expecting to see Y/N there, but he didn’t. He heard Matt laughing in the living room, and assumed he was with Y/N.

After Chris got dressed, he made his way up to the kitchen and found Y/N eating poptarts with Matt and Nick, all laughing about something. He stared silently at Y/N for a moment, admiring as she giggled at something Nick showed her on his phone. His eyes then went to Matt, who gave him a sly smirk before going back to talking to Y/N.

Y/N seemed to be ignoring him, he chalked it up to the fact she was probably embarrassed about what happened, which he was too. He walked over to the cupboards, looking for something to eat for breakfast.

“So, who’s this boy you’re going on a date with?” Nick asked Y/N, being obnoxiously loud. Chris looked over with his brows furrowed, trying to ignore the jealousy bubbling up. “You’re going on another date?” He asked, to which Y/N hummed in response, refusing to even look at him. “Yeah.. it’s not like a proper date though, I mean I don’t even know if I like him.. he’s cute though.” Y/N said quietly, unable to hide the smile that graced her lips as she spoke about the anonymous boy. “That’s nice.” Chris replied blandly, making Nick raise an eyebrow but say nothing.

It had been a few hours since Y/N showed obvious signs of her crush on the anonymous boy, and Chris was sat alone in his room playing Lil Skies and scrolling through Instagram, mindlessly sucking a lollipop when his bedroom door opened and Y/N walked in. Chris’s jaw dropped at the sight of Y/N’s gorgeous, but fancy, outfit. Chris, not so subtly, checked Y/N out, his eyes scanning from the gorgeous heels, all the way up to her gorgeous makeup. “Do I look good?” She asked quietly, clutching her purse in her hands in front of her stomach. “You look amazing.. but I thought you didn’t like fancy dates?” He replied, Y/N’s face softened ever so slightly at the fact the boy remembered. “Yeah.. but he really wanted to take me to this fancy restaurant.” She mumbled awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh, alright.” Chris shifted to sit at the edge of the bed, all he could think about was the dates he’d take Y/N on, dates that she would enjoy just as much as he did.

Y/N smiled gently and walked over, opening her arms for a hug. “I’m about to leave, so..” “He’s not picking you up?” Chris said as he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist, unable to hide the annoyed tone in his voice; this guy did not know how to treat a girl, Y/N deserved better, Y/N deserved a guy like him. “No, he said he couldn’t, Matt’s dropping me off.” The girl replied, her arms locking around Chris’s neck as she rested her head on his chest. “Alright.. text me when you get there, yeah? And when you get back home?” He mumbled protectively, pressing a gentle kiss to her head. Y/N blushed slightly at the kiss, pulling away as Matt yelled for her to hurry up. “I will, bye Chris. I’ll see you later, yeah?” A smile graced her lips again, it was even bigger than the one she had when talking about the anonymous boy she had a date with, and Chris took pride in that.

Matt dropped off Y/N at a fancy restaurant, “Text me if you need picking up, alright?” Matt said before she shut the door and walked up to the front of the restaurant, waiting for her date.

After 40 minutes of waiting, Y/N sighs and pulls out her phone to call a Uber to go home, but then her date shows up finally. He stops in front of her, and looks nothing like he claimed to look like. His profile said tall and brunet, the man in front of her was at most 5’3”, and his hair definitely used to be brunet; not so much any more.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” He said, a lustful grin on his cracked lips, “Um.. yeah, are you..” She took a moment to glance at her phone, at the dating profile of the man she thought she was meeting, “Daniel.?” She continued. “Yeah, sorry I don’t look like my pictures, they’re from a while back.” He replied nonchalantly, then grabbed Y/Ns wrist not-so-gently and dragged her into the restaurant, “I can tell..” Y/N muttered under her breath.

As the two sat down, a waiter walked over and took their orders. “I’ll have a steak, and a whiskey sour.” Daniel says, not very politely, to the waiter, and before Y/N could order her meal he speaks up again. “The lady will have a salad, and a glass of red wine.” Y/N raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” She said, absolutely baffled at what was currently happening, “What?” Daniel replied, his voice muffled by the bread he’d already stuffed in his mouth. Y/N stayed silent for a moment, letting out a sigh and standing up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She spoke bluntly, before walking away.

Once in the bathroom, Y/N opened her bag and took out her phone, immediately ordering an Uber. Once the Uber was confirmed, she put her phone away, fixed up her makeup then walked back out.

Instead of sitting down, she leant over to pick up her bag, then looked at Daniel, who looked confused to say the least. “This isn’t going to work out.” Y/N said, trying to sound as polite as possible. “What? Why?” Daniel snapped, he no longer sounded or looked smug, or lustful, he looked more..aggressive.

Y/N sighed and took a small step back, staying as calm as she could. “I just don’t think it’ll work out, I’m sorry, it was lovely meeting you.” She spoke politely, trying not to make Daniel angrier than he already was. “Well, what about the bill? I’m not paying for it.” He scoffed, “I’ll venmo you.” She said before quickly leaving the restaurant.

After a minute of waiting, the Uber pulled up and Y/N got in, but instead of giving her address she gave the triplets address, and after a quick 10 minute drive of awkward small talk with the Uber driver and trying not to cry over another failed date, the uber finally pulled up at the triplets house.

Y/N POV

I got out of the uber, walking up to the front door and knocking gently. After a few minutes, I could hear voices from inside.

“Who the fuck would be here at this time?” “I don’t know, Nick. How the fuck would I know?” Then the two brothers could be heard arguing, the sound of the door unlocking calmed my nerves ever so slightly. The door opened to reveal Chris, who raised an eyebrow at the sight of me, then his eyes widened as I threw myself into his arms and started sobbing into his chest.

Chris pulled me inside, shutting and locking the door, one of his arms staying firmly around my waist. “Who is it?” I heard Nick yell from the kitchen, “It’s Y/N, and shes upset about some-“ Chris couldn’t even finish his sentence before Nick and Matt had rushed over, Nick pulling me away from Chris, who scowled ever so slightly. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Was the date that bad? Do I need to beat his ass?” Nick rapid fired questions at me, I wasn’t even listening. “Okay, Nick— Give her some space.” Matt said calmly, gently prying Nicks tight grip away from my shoulders. “Do you want to talk about it, Y/N?” “No.” “Okay, why don’t you go have a shower and calm down, and then we can watch some movies?” Matt pat my shoulder, before I hummed softly and walked away, heading toward Chris’s bathroom.

Chris’s POV

I raised an eyebrow as we watched Y/N walk to my bathroom, usually she went Nick’s, but we didn’t say anything.

“Me and Nick will find a movie and get snacks, Chris you let Y/N borrow some of your clothes for the night.” Matt said before walking towards the TV, then Nick walked back to the kitchen, and I went to my bedroom.

After about 10 minutes, Y/N walked into the room in just a towel, her hair still damp and messy. I didn’t even notice I was staring until she cleared her throat, “Oh, yeah— Sorry, here.” I mumbled awkwardly, eyes now staring at the floor as I handed her one of my Fresh Love hoodies and matching sweatpants. “Thanks.” She said, still staring at me with the clothes in her hands, until I realised she was waiting for me to leave so she could change. I nodded and got up, quickly leaving the room and shutting the door behind me, leaving her in peace to change.

3RD person POV:

Y/N quickly changed into Chris’s matching Fresh Love set, rubbing her eyes gently before walking out the room and back to where the boys were.

Chris looked up first as she entered the room, trying, and failing, to hide a smirk as he saw the girl in his clothes. Matt and Nick looked up after Chris, smiling at their friend as she walked over and sat herself in between Nick and Chris. “What movie are we watching?” Y/N asked, her hand grabbing some popcorn out the bowl on Chris’s lap. “Let it Shine.” Nick replied softly as he pulled Y/Ns head onto his shoulder, rubbing his best friends neck and shoulder comfortingly.

The movie had finished about 10 minutes ago, Nick had gone to bed halfway through, and Y/N was fast asleep with her head on Chris’s lap, her cheek pressed against his thigh. “Shes so pretty,” he says softly, making Matt smile at his lovestruck brother. “When are you gonna tell her?” “I was thinking tomorrow.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

Matt stood up, stretching before he grabbed his phone and a bag of chips from the coffee table. “I’m gonna head to bed, you need help carrying her?” He said jokingly, “Nah, I got it.” He said with a smirk, picking Y/N up by her waist and walking to his bedroom after bidding him goodnight.

Chris got to his room and placed Y/Ns sleeping body on his bed, pulling the covers over her before getting ready for bed himself, he paused mid-taking his shirt off at Y/Ns sleepy voice. “Chris?” “Yeah?” “love you.” a blush spread across Chris’s face, he turned to face Y/N, seeing her eyes still closed and he realised she was talking in her sleep. He sighed softly and rubbed her cheek, “love you too, ma.” he whispered before climbing into the bed on the other side, pulling Y/N into his chest as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Chris woke up first. He was completely exhausted, he was in and out of sleep all night because he couldn’t stop overthinking about confessing to Y/N. It was about 11AM, he climbed out of bed slowly, trying his best to not wake the sleeping girl.

He managed to get to his bedroom door before he heard a small groan, turning his head slightly he saw Y/N stirring in her sleep. A soft sigh left his lips as he walked back over, his hand gently rubbing her shoulder. “G’morning, ma.” He said, his voice almost inaudible as he didn’t want to wake her up fully. “Morning..” she managed to reply, her eyes only open ever so slightly. “I need you to wake up for me, I gotta talk to you.” Chris said gently, and Y/N opened her eyes a bit more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “Mhm?” She hummed softly, now looking curious as well as half asleep.

Chris sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his hands in his lap. After a minute of silence, he finally speaks, his voice shaky and nervous. “Y/N..” He took another second before blurting it out, “I like you.” “Yeah, I like you too.” She says with a sleepy smile, “No, Y/N, I like like you.” Y/N went silent, processing what he said. “..are you asking me out?” “I guess, yeah.. yes, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend— or at least go on a date with me.” Y/N stayed silent, a blush spreading across her face as she took a minute to collect her thoughts “Chris, I..”

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[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 19] Execution

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Mentions of Blood and Killing

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Satoru isn’t sure on how to properly break up with someone, so when he sits across from Leiko. He rehearsed this a couple of times, and tried to prepare himself for every possible situation. Whether she cried, or screamed, or even threatened him. She likes Satoru a lot, so he doubts that she’ll handle the news too well.

“This is a really nice place… I feel underdressed.” Leiko comments as she looks around, even though she isn’t close to being underdressed. She fits right into the crowd of people. But maybe that’s why she feels underdressed because she’s used to standing out.

“You’re fine.” He says, looking through the menu. She begins to say something, but he isn’t paying too much attention. He does catch the “You should pay me a compliment, I’m your girlfriend y’know” but nothing else. She keeps talking and talking, and he hums in response as he tries to figure out how to break up with her. When she mentions your name, he looks up from the menu and then at her.

“How is she? Haven’t heard from her ever since we went out for dinner.” She asks. She tries not to smirk, and Satoru notices. “I hope she didn’t feel threatened when I mentioned our baby–”

“I don’t need you anymore.” He cuts her off, and her eyes widen. She furrows her eyebrows before she slightly tilts her head to the side. She smiles, trying to play off her anger.

“What do you mean, baby?” She asks, and Satoru immediately knows what she’s planning when she slowly raises her voice. She wants the whole place to go quiet for her to cause a scene– To be the victim so he won’t break up with her. So he doesn’t go through the embarrassment.

“I’m breaking up with you.” He responds before he stands up from his chair. “And if you want to scream and cry in the middle of this place, that’s fine. Doesn’t change the fact that we’re done.”

And just as he expected, she does begin to yell some lies into the air, causing a scene. But he couldn’t care less as he walks away. He tunes her out, grabbing his phone to send you a text message. You’ve been ignoring him ever since he crashed your date. He’ll head to your apartment to talk, since he really wants to talk to you.

Maybe it’s time for him to explain the truth.

-

Just as expected, when Satoru knocks on the door, Kaya opens it. She crosses her arms as she glares at Satoru. She leans against the doorframe and looks at Satoru up and down, “I’ll only let you in if you’ve broken up with that girlfriend of yours.”

“Then I have some great news.” Satoru responds, pushing Kaya to the side. He knows that she won’t get out of the way either way, so he might as well save himself the time. Kaya stands dumbfounded, slowly blinking. But she doubts that Satoru is telling the truth. He walks to your bedroom door, which is open, but empty. The bathroom door is open as well, and you’re clearly not there. He walks to the living room and looks at Kaya, who walks back in. “Where is she?”

“She stayed the night with her new boy toy.” Kaya answers as she takes a seat on the couch. Satoru furrows his eyebrows, hoping that this boy toy isn’t Suguru. The date he crashed was only a couple of days ago and he doubts that you’d stay the night with someone so fast– Or maybe you would because you had just met when he knocked you up. But you wouldn’t do that while pregnant… Would you?

“Getou?” He asks and she nods her head in response. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

“You know him, right? At least that’s what you said when you ruined her date.” She points out, but Satoru doesn’t pay much attention to her. He has other thoughts in his head, other thoughts that are more worrying. “You know… I don’t believe a word you say. You’re probably still with–”

“Give me your phone.” He orders, interrupting her. She shakes her head. “Have you talked to her? Give me your phone.”

“She’s been texting me.” She answers, which doesn’t help Satoru calm down. “Why do you look like that? She’s fine.”

“You know anyone can send a message. What the fuck is she even doing over there still? Look at the time.” He says, causing her to grab her phone and click on your number before calling. She’s sure everything is fine. But you don’t pick up the phone, and that worries her. “Is she not picking up the phone?”

“Probably busy.” She awkwardly chuckles before trying again. You don’t pick up the second time, and she puts the phone down. She chews on the inside of her cheek before she shakes her head, “She’ll call back in five minutes.”

“And if she doesn’t? Then will you finally give me your phone?” 

“If she doesn’t, we’ll wait until tonight to go to the police–”

“She’s a pregnant woman, Kaya! I’m not wasting my fucking time. That’s the mother of my child and I’m not going to wait around to check if she’s alive.” Satoru slightly raises his voice, clearly irritated and worried. He extends his hand and holds his palm out. “Now give me your phone and unlock it.”

“Why do you need my phone?” Kaya asks as she unlocks it and gives it to Satoru.

“I know that she shares her location with you. I just need to check that, nothing else.” He answers as he looks through her phone to find the app that shows your location.

“Does she not share her– Dumb question, nevermind.” She responds. He finally finds your location, and he dashes out the door. Kaya has no option but to run behind him. She grabs the first pair of shoes she finds and holds them while she tries to catch up to Satoru. When she gets to the passenger door of his car, she tries to open the door but it’s locked.

“It’s best if you stay here.” He tells her, but she still attempts to open the door. Satoru ignores it, even when she says,

“C’mon, she’s my best friend.” 

“You should’ve thought about that when you told me to wait till tonight. You’ll just slow me down. I’ll bring your phone back tonight.” Satoru says as he turns on the car. He closes the door and even though Kaya still holds the car door handle, he begins to back away. She lets go and just watches as Satoru leaves. Maybe he’s right, it’s best if she just stays. She’ll just slow him down. She isn’t too sure if she can trust Satoru though.

But he took her phone, and she isn’t walking all the way to Daisuke’s apartment, so she has no other option but to trust him. You’re carrying his baby so she hopes that means something to him. She’s overthinking, he’s going after you because he’s worried about you, not to cause you any harm.

She walks back to the apartment, the worst still flooding her mind.

-

A pungent smell fills your nostrils, and it makes you open your eyes. Your eyes land on the ceiling, and it looks unfamiliar– You don’t remember falling asleep. You had a date with Suguru, you had fun talking to him, and you realized how nice it was to talk to him. He invited you back to his place but you declined. You remember walking home and then nothing after that.

“You’re finally awake.” You hear his voice, and you lift your head. You see Suguru, and your eyebrows furrow. Your legs are tied together while your hands are tied to the bedposts. There’s nothing you can do to get out of the restraints, the ropes around your wrists too tight. Your eyes wander around the messy room, there’s dry blood on the walls, and you begin to worry– For how long have you been out? Is that your blood? 

“Suguru–” You say, and he brings a glass of water up to your lips. His hand goes under your chin and he tilts your head up. You want to refuse the water but you’re too thirsty to refuse.

“Good girl.” He responds when there’s not a single drop of water left. He puts the glass down on a nightstand that’s next to you before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying your best to remain calm in the situation, even though tears well up your eyes. You feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest, and your stomach is churning. You’re about to puke, but you try to hold it back. “Is this about Satoru?! Let me go! He’ll immediately know it’s you and he’ll call the police!”

He chuckles. He stands up and he stares down at you, one hand going under your chin to move your head. He licks his lips before he disapprovingly shakes his head, “Satoru picked such a dumb woman to become the mother of his child. For some reason I expected better from him.”

“What do you mean?” You respond. “How do you know Satoru? What do you want from me?”

“You’re awfully curious.” Suguru comments. “I killed my parents in this very room. We’re in my old house… You’d be the next victim if it weren’t for–” He smiles as he puts his hand on your bump, and you feel the water going back up your throat but you can control yourself. “We’ll wait for the baby to get here first.”

“What– Please don’t–”

“I don’t want to hear it. The last sound you’ll hear is your baby’s first cries… Unless…” He begins, and your ears perk up. You patiently wait for him to respond, “Satoru joins me. I’ll spare your life if he joins me. That is, if he finds me before the baby is born. When your baby is born, I’ll use them as leverage.”

“Join you? With what?” You ask. Every word that rolls off his tongue leaves you more and more confused. You’re not understanding anything, but maybe your hunger has to do with this. 

“You’re a dumb girl, you wouldn’t understand.” Suguru says, his voice so sweet yet so mean at the same time. Your hands try to break free from its confinements, but it’s to no success. He laughs at the pathetic attempt. He pulls out your phone from his pocket. “Your friend is annoying. She keeps calling and texting– And Satoru too… He really cares about you. But they’re annoying.”

“He’ll find me soon!” You claim and he hums in agreement.

“That’s why we’re leaving. I have no intention of keeping you alive.”

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[earthtoharlow]

Faux Love

This was supposed to be easy, right? Pretending to be in love with my best friend, just to satisfy our families’ constant nagging about us getting together. After all, we know each other inside out, every quirk, every flaw. We could easily slip into the roles of a couple without missing a beat.

But as we share knowing glances and laugh at each other’s jokes, I realize that our friendship has always been the foundation of something deeper. It’s as though the love was already there, quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself….

“Hi, can I get a venti, half-caff, non-fat, extra-hot, caramel macchiato with three pumps of vanilla syrup, please?” Jean asked, pulling out her wallet for some cash.

“Name?” The man behind the counter asked.

“Jean Louise.” She replied, handing him her cash.

He shook his head at her before nodding behind her. “It’s already been taken care of.”

She followed his line of…head nodding and saw the gentleman who paid for her drink. The man was tall, hair was cut into a mullet. A curly one at that. He wasn’t looking her way but the way he was smirking and pretending to flip through a magazine, confirmed he was the one who paid for the drink.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, extending his hand for her to shake as she stood by the counter to wait for her drink.

Jean ignored his hand and began texting on her phone. She responded without looking up at him. “Jack? That’s kind of boring, don’t you think”

Jack grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her comment. “Actually, it’s short for Jackman,” he corrected her with a playful tone.

“Jackman? Now that’s more interesting,” Jean replied, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“So, Jean Louise… would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Jack drawled, Kentucky accent coming out full force.

Jean stared at him for a moment, really taking him in. She first noticed his lazy eye that she couldn’t help but find endearing. He stood in front of her nervously running a hand through his interesting looking curly mullet. He was attractive, very attractive.

“The hottest tea we have for Jack!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

Jean couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he grabbed his tea and took a small sip. Jack smirked before holding the tea out, offering some to her.

“No, thank you.” Jean laughed, pushing his hand away.

“What time should I pick you up tonight?” He asked with a big smile as he leaned against the counter.

That damned smile.

“A very complicated order for Jean Louise!” The man behind the counter yelled out.

“Ok, Jackman.” Jean said, grabbing her drink and a napkin. “If you can find out where I live, then you can take me out at 7pm. Thanks for the drink!”

Was Jean being kinda rude? Probably but she was nowhere near ready to be in a relationship. And she wasn't a big fan of one night stands. She was 26 for crying out loud! She was done with that. Jack was very attractive though…

***

It was around 6:30 when Jean heard her buzzer go off by the front door, she sighed as she had just sat down on her couch, getting ready to rewatch Gossip Girl for the 20th time.

“Yes?” She called out pressing the button.

“Uh, it’s Jack!”

“Jack who?”

“Man? Jackman, I mean. I know I’m a little early but I gave myself extra time just in case I got lost. I’ve actually been driving around since 6:15 but I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo for arriving so early.” He rambled against the speakers.

“How the hell did you find my location?!”

“You were in such a rush to leave that you left your wallet at the cafe, so being a good samaritan I opened it to find your address and return it. Also, are you going to let me in? It’s starting to rain.”

Jean was too shocked to do anything but buzz him in. She then ran down the hall to her bedroom to find something to wear.

She wanted something that said “I’m not a whore, but I’m not a virgin either.” Not that she planned on having sex with Jack. She was actually going to tell him that they should just be friends, after enjoying this free meal.

She threw on a little black dress, because you can never go wrong with that. And began quickly applying on makeup so that she looked alive.

Jean ignored the knock on the door, Jack could wait a few more minutes. It wasn’t until she heard thunder that she decided to go open the door.

When she opened the door, Jack stood there with that damned smile holding out her wallet for her to grab. Jean grabbed her wallet before walking back to her closet to find some heels to wear.

“So, where are you taking me? I’m starving!”

***

As Jean sat across from Jack at a private bistro, she couldn’t help the feeling of skepticism creeping into her mind. Jack was charming, and everything was going too well. He was different, refreshingly so. She felt more comfortable with Jack than she had with any guy before. Jack seemed to genuinely care about what she had to say. It was weird.

“So, your name?” Jack questioned as he offered Jean a helping of his pasta. Jean opened her mouth and let him feed her.

“Yeah, my mom was really big into literature. Her favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird. My brother's name is Radley.” Jean explained tracing a finger around her glass.

“I love that, hm I’ve never met a Scout before.”

“Well, Jackman. I can guarantee I’ll be your favorite.”

With each passing moment, Jean found herself slowly lowering her guard, allowing herself to enjoy the conversation and appreciate Jack's genuine interest in getting to know her.

After spending the rest of the night talking, Jack dropped Jean back home, walking her to the front door. What shocked Jean the most was that he didn’t lean in for a kiss or ask to come inside. He just said goodnight with a hug.

Maybe she judged Jack Harlow too soon. Of course she knew who he was. He might as well be the mayor of Kentucky. He was nice and seemed like a genuinely good person.

It was a shame she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend right now.

***

AN: New Series!!!! Let me know your thoughts 💋

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

Title: THAT ONE TIME ON TOUR

“mom what’s wrong?” I asked we had been having money problems and I was worried about her “Nothing sweetie it’s just I have sort of a surprise for you” she said. “Oh ok” I said beginning to eat my cereal when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. “Oh it’s them” my mom said. “Who?” I said very confused as my mom went to go answer our front door we weren’t expecting any guests today as far as I knew

“Hello gentlemen please come in” I heard my mom say. “She’s over there” my mom said her voice breaking a little bit. A man with long red hair and a man hiding his face face behind a mop of curly hair and sunglasses entered my kitchen behind my mom. My mom began wiping tears away from her face the two men smiled at me. I stopped eating my bowl of Reese Puffs very confused. “Mom what’s going on?” I asked. “Don’t be scared sugar will explain everything.” The red headed man said his deep voice booming through my kitchen. “Sweetie I’m so sorry-“ my mom said crying. “I know this is a lot to take in.” The red headed man said to me walking over to me. My mom then hugged me and whispered “it’s better this way honey.” Then the red head man picked my up bridal style and carried me into his broken down van with the man with curly hair. “I-I don’t understand…where are you taking me? Who are you?”

“Well,” the man with fiery hair started, “I’m Axl. This is Slash” he pointed to the man with the curls. “This,” He then pointed to another man in the van, he had poofy blonde hair and a glowing smile. “well, this is Steven. If you’re scared you should probably talk to him, I’m not the best at this stuff.” He laughed nervously.

Should I be scared? I was starting to think so…

“We’re gonna go home and then we’ll explain everything. You’ll just be staying with us for a while.” The blondie spoke in a gentle tone. Maybe I should talk to him.

“Oh, uhm, okay.” I whispered. i had to admit I was a little fearful, though I didn’t understand why. Sure my mom hadn’t given me an explanation, but I was 18. I’m an entire woman, no need to be scared without my mommy.

The curly haired man eyed me curiously, “Ax,” he whispered, clearly intending for only the red head to hear. “How old did you say she was again?”

“Slash,” he hit the man’s arm. “She’s 18. BUT,” he whispered sternly, “be respectful. She’s probably much too scared to think of anything like that. Besides, I had first dibs”

“The fuck you do.” The poodle haired man yelled in a normal voice, startling the blondie next to me.

They obviously hadn’t noticed that I listened in on the entire conversation.

“Sorry, erm, what did you say your name was again?” The red head going by “axl” questioned.

They really knew nothing about me.

“My named y/n and I’m really confused what’s going on” I asked. They all got a sad look on there face and Axl sighed “Well sugar I’m afraid that your mom has fallen on hard times money wise and sold you to us” Axl said. “SHE WHAT!” I yelled.

I buried my face in my legs beginning to sob.

Another blond man peered from behind the back seat of the van “ah it’ll be ok sweet heart we aren’t that bad I promise” the man said rubbing my shoulder. His words were nice but I was still terrified and so confused. The van stopped in front of a very broken down looking apartment complex.

***time skip***

well this is your room I hope u like it Axl said showing me to one of the bedrooms. “Yeah I guess it’ll do” I said wiping away tears Axl left the room. Then a man with long black hair appeared.

“Are you ok?” The man asked. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!” I yelled. “Oh my bad my bad.” The man said “I’m Izzy I’m rhythm guitarist for the band. “Oh” I said “I’m y/n”

“Nice to meet you y/n you’re very pretty.” Izzy said I blushed. “Why don’t you come out to the living room and get to know us better” Izzy suggested. “Ok” I said.

When I entered the living room all the guys were sitting in a circle and it looked like a fucking AA meeting. “Why don’t you sit down y/n” Axl said. I sat down into between Slash and Steven. “Sooo you like jack Daniels?” Slash asked. “Um sorry no I’m only 18” I said. “Oh my bad didn’t realize you were a pussy” Slash said.

“Slash shut up” Steven said slapping him on the back of the head Slash grimaced. “I think that’s respectable y/n we aren’t the most respectable guys maybe you’ll be a good influence on us” Steven said with a smile.

“Influence? How old is this bitch like- ten?” Izzy asked, sipping something from a red solo cup.

“Izzy!” Axl yelled, obviously upset “She just said she’s 18! Come on man can’t you guys be a little bit more serious about this?” He rubbed his temples. “We bought a fucking human being for gods sake.” He mumbled.

“Axl…” the other blonde man said. I believed they called him Duff. “She’s right here…”

“You know what guys, I can just go to my room and chill for a bit.” I said, getting up to leave. As I turned the corner for my room, I stopped to listen in on their conversation.

“What are we gonna do?” Duff asked.

“What do you mean?” Axl questioned, “we bought a fucking human being duff. And all of you fuckers,” he pointed to everyone in the room. “Are looking at her like eye candy. It’s disgusting!”

Slash laughed, his jack Daniels gurgling in his throat.

“What’s so funny Slash? Please share with the class.” Axl said in a smart ass tone.

“Well it’s obvious she’s into me.” He said, “didn’t you see the way she looked at me in the van? She was practically all over me in her mind.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, you guys are all gross. Have you thought about what she wants? She’s probably scared and crying in her room right now. She doesn’t know any of us and she’s only 18 she’s new to the sex world.” Steven spoke sweetly.

“I say we all share her-“ Izzy butted in.

I was in complete shock. Share me? What the hell was this, a parent custody match?

“I vote on that.” Slash slurred.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind…” Axl whispered, ashamed. “That is, after she’s comfortable, of course.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“What the fuck you guys?” The two blondies yelled in unison.

“I’m going to check on her,” a very drunk slash declared.

I quickly ran to my room, laying on my bed in an attempt to look casual.

“Hey sweetheart,” the guitarist whispered, leaning against the door frame and knocking.

“Oh, hey” I said, standing to meet his eyes.

“I hope this isn’t too awful for you. I know it must be hard but still, I hope you’re settling in okay.”

I couldn’t help but feel nice when I heard the sincereness in his voice.

“It’s not too awful” I ran my finger tip down the length of his chest, I had game too.

“Oh fuck” Slash said biting his lips. His lips then crashed onto mine they were soft like a pillow and my hand began to get tangled in his curly hair. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths when Slash abruptly pulled away. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked sheepishly. “Nah you’re just not much of a pussy after all” Slash said smirking. Just then Axl barged in seeing me on Slashes lap. “SLASH WHAT THE FUCK” Axl yelled. “Hey man she came on to me” Slash said throwing his hands up in the air.

I blushed. Axl rolled his eyes and then walked over to me and pulled me off Slashes legs and laid me down and began to slide my legs apart I was only wearing little booty shorts that were my pajamas. Axl looked up at me with pleading eyes he was very sexy I had to admit and contrary to what the boys thought this wasn’t my first time around the block.

“May I?” Axl said seductively. I nodded feeling my pussy grow wetter by the minute. Axl smirked and began to slowly pull down my shorts and panties. It was so wonderfully torturous. Slash watched the whole thing smiling looking at my agony. That’s when Axls tongue found my clit and began to lick his tongue all over

Damn did that man know how to use his tongue. Slight moans escaped my lips. “Slash can you shut her up” Axl spat. “Sure thing” Slash said as he began to straddle me and soon again me and Slash were making out. Between Slash making out with me and Axl eating me out I was hot mess.

That’s when Duff entered. “YOUR FUCKING THE HOT GIRL WE BOUGHT WITHOUT ME!” The giraffe looking man yelled. Slash pulled away “just shut up and get over here Duff geez”

Duff then began to undress himself. My god three men at once? I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

“Erm, guys?” I whispered, clearly intimidated.

“Oh shut up you pretty little slut” slash whispered before crashing his lips to mine.

By this time, Duff was completely naked in the corner of the room, his cock clearly red and hard from watching the two men on me.

“Guys what the sigma?” I’m the one that convinced you to buy the bitch in the first place, you could at least let me tap it first.” The dark haired man entered the doorway.

His eyes slowly lit up as he looked over, seeing duffs exposed length. “Shit Duff” he sighed.

“Izzy we can’t do this again. The one time on tour…” he whispered. “That was a one time deal kitten We agreed We were both drunk and horny. It meant nothing.”

Just then, slash and Axl stopped working on me and turned to look at Duff and Izzy.

“You guys FUCKED??!!???” Axl and slash screamed, shocked.

“IT WAS A ONE TIME THING I SWEAR!” Duff yelled.

“What’s all the commotion?” Steve questioned, walking into the room.

“Izzy and duff fucked!” Slash yelled.

Though, Steven seemed unfazed. “Yeah, so? You and Axl fucked a couple times- oh and remember that three sum we had on tour? It’s normal isn’t it-“

Axl cut Steven off, grasping his hand over his mouth. “Stevie shut up we swore never to talk about that.”

“Fuck senpai” slash moaned just in time for us all to look over. The sight we saw was indescribable.

Duff was inches deep in Slashs ass hole, slash bent over with his ass on display. Slashs ass hole was being ripped to shreds by Duffs mega cock

“I can’t take this anymore.” Izzy moaned, falling to the floor and ripping his pants off. He began jerking his dick in a senseless attempt to release some tension.

“Well fuck Izzy, you don’t have to go at this alone.” Steven sighed, falling to the floor and wrapping his lips around stevens cock.

I looked at Axl, total shock running over me. “What the fuck?” I mouthed, clearly crazed.

“I’m sorry doll…” Axl trailed off before bending down in front of Izzy. “May I?” He questioned.

“Yes papi” Izzy moaned airily and nodded his head quickly

Axl then slid behind Izzy, holding the skinny man’s waist and slowly thrusting in and out of his ass.

I watched in horror as the orgy took place. Fuck.

[ryder-writes]

A/n: I tried to make it gender neutral, and it is besides "mama/dada" being used twice. It is not said whether you had your daughters biologically or if they were adopted. Also random name generator my beloved (I can't come up with names to save my life). Tbh I kinda hate this but whatever

CW: Just some random and crappy fluff lol

You awoke to your husband's soft snores, the light peering through the blinds. You shut your eyes at the intrusion of light and nuzzle closer to your husband. He stays fast asleep, chest rising and falling with his snores. You smush your face into his chest, and his warmth lulls you back to sleep. Unconsciously, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close, your breathing in sync. Everything was peaceful. You and your husband, sleeping together. Until you heard a knock at the door. You sigh and kiss your husband on the chest.

"Ei, wake up." You whisper. You knew that he was a very deep sleeper so it probably wouldn't work. Thankfully though, it did this morning. His eyes fluttered open and peered downward at your face, squished and looking up at him.

"'Morning, beautiful." He hummed as he kissed the top of your head.

"Your child is awake." You mumbled.

"Oh, so she's my kid now?" He chuckled.

"Yes." You answered. "Now make her go back to bed or I swear to-"

"Okay, okay. I'm going." Eijiro laughed as he let go of you and sat up. He stretched his arms (much to your enjoyment), and walked over to the door. He opened it to see your daughter, standing there with her favorite plushie. "Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" He asked her.

"Ro is crying and I don’t know how to make her stop." She explained. She was on the verge of tears- she just wanted to help her sister, but she didn't know how. "Aw, don’t worry, Sunshine. I'll help you make her feel better." He smiled as he held out his hand to her. She took it, and they walked over to their shared room together.

In her crib crying, was your second daughter, Rowan. Eijiro walked over and picked her up, supporting her head.

"Shhhh, it's okay Rowan. Daddy's here." He cooed as he picked her up and held her to his chest. He slowly swayed back and forth, trying to rock her back to sleep. "How long was she crying?" He asked.

"Not too long." She explained. She looked up at her dad with hopeful eyes. "Can I hold her?" Eijiro bit his lip. He loved his daughter; he would do absolutely anything for her. However, she was 3. And he didn’t know if it was safe.

"Sorry, baby. Not right now."

"Oh. Okay, dada." She smiled. At least she wasn’t upset about it. "Can I do anything else?" By now, Rowan had calmed down but was wide awake. Eijiro didn’t think she was gonna go back to sleep anytime soon.

"Go check on Mama/Dada. I think it's time to start the day." He ruffled her hair. She ran off back to your room, plushie still in hand. Eijiro chuckled. He looked down at Rowan, her bright red eyes peering back up at him. He gently kissed her forehead. "I'm sure you're hungry, huh?" She cooed. "I think that means yes." He leaned down and nuzzled their noses together. "Let's go get you some breakfast then." Grabbing her favorite blanket, he started walking to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, your oldest ran into your bedroom, seeing you making the bed.

"Mama/Dada!" She yelled as she ran up to you.

"Good morning!" You laughed. You picked her up and spun her around. "Is Dada downstairs?"

"Yup! He's making break-ma-fest." You chuckled at her miss-pronunciation.

"You mean 'breakfast'?" You chuckled.

"Oh." She paused. "Yeah."

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[houjicha]

This is my little contribution to Baccanovember, for the prompt Isolation/Family. This is actually a WIP of the first chapter for a much longer fic that I've been working on for a while, but it also works as a short story~

December 1920

The Gandors' apartment

Firo was lying in a tiny bed, holding his hands over his mouth and struggling to keep his breath steady.

Breathe in, breathe out.

His eyes were starting to burn, and he found a crack in the wall to focus on. The shadow of it seemed to reach across the wall like an ugly, misshapen finger. The wall was ugly, too.

Everything was ugly. Home was even uglier, but at least it was home.

Except he might not be going home anymore.

Breathe in—  There was a hitch. Not a big one, but in the quiet room it was agonizingly loud.

Claire and Berga were arguing, and it didn’t sound like one of their silly fights that ended in a bonk on their heads and unrepentant laughter. They were angry, and it had sent a spike of fear through him. 

I’m old enough to take care of myself, Claire had said.

No kid brother of mine is gonna run away with a buncha clowns, Berga had retorted.

They said I’m good at it, Claire had said, and Pa Gandor ain’t around no more.

Goddammit, Claire, I’m just lookin’ out for ya!

Yeah, but you ain’t my dad, and you can’t tell me what to do! You’re only fifteen. I just turned ten, and that’s more’n old enough to have a job!

Firo was going to be nine. He’d never had a job. He didn’t work because Ma had said to stay in school, stay out of trouble, and let her work, and he did until he got too stupid to concentrate and too angry to keep from fighting with other boys. And now she couldn’t work anyway, and she was probably going to die, and it was like everything had become impossible overnight, and his world just continued to break and break and break.

Claire was leaving, and he was leaving because he was old enough to take care of himself, which meant Firo was going to be too but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to because he was the youngest and the weakest and he needed to grow up like everybody else but instead all he wanted to do was lie here and cry like a little girl. 

“Doesn’t mean you gotta run off!” Berga was saying now. “Don’t you care at all about this family?”

“Yeah, stupid, that’s why I’m leavin’!”

“Who’re you callin’ stupid? C’mere, you little—!” Berga’s yell was cut off by a grunt of pain.

Firo listened for the fight to begin in earnest, but there was only silence.

A few moments later, Berga yelled, “Hey, we’re not finished!” just as the bedroom door suddenly banged open.

“Keith says to go pack so I’m goin’!!” Claire yelled before slamming the door shut again.

Firo waited for Berga to come barging in next, but instead he just heard the distinctive low notes of Keith’s voice rumbling through the walls, and then Berga’s heavy footsteps heading out the front door and down the stairs. Whatever he’d broken his silence to say, the fight was over for now.

Meanwhile, there was a scrape of a drawer and the rustle of Claire’s shirts and trousers hitting the floor. Firo squeezed his eyes shut, and a couple of drops slid down his cheeks. He tried to wipe them off with the back of his hand without making the motion too obvious, but his chest betrayed him with a sudden hiccup.

"Firo?" Claire’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Did I wake you up?”

Firo tried to stay very still. If he had to cry, he at least didn’t want to do it in front of Claire.

"Heeeey." There was a poke in his back. "You okay?"

Firo tried to will his throat to relax before he spoke. "...Yeah." It still came out raspy.

"Nuh-uh." Another poke. "Are you crying?"

"N—" The word cut off as he sensed another hitch in his breath coming. "No." 

"Liar." The mattress shook as Claire climbed onto it, and then there was a weight on his side. He could feel Claire's breath near his face. This time, there was another poke, this time on his cheek.

"Get off!" Firo almost yelled, flinging his arm up hard enough to roll the rest of his body over onto his back. 

As Claire stared back at him, Firo immediately felt his face heating up, and he rolled back over to face the wall again. "Just leave me alone."

Silence.

"Is it your ma?"

"I said leave me alone."

"This is my bed."

Firo crossed his arms, still lying on his side. "Well, maybe I'll sleep on the floor, then."

"Nuh-uh. It's my bed which means my rules which means—" A much heavier weight on his shoulder again, and then Claire's face, upside down. "You gotta feel better."

Firo didn't want to feel better; he wanted his mom to feel better and everyone to come home. He wanted everything to be better. And if the world had to be horrible, then he at least wanted to be sad about it where no one could see.

He rolled until Claire's face disappeared and the other boy's weight was across his back like a heavy blanket. "No," he mumbled into the mattress.

"Why don't you wanna feel better?" 

"...'Cause it won't fix anything." 

"Huh? Why?" 

"'Cause shut up and leave me alone!"

Firo regretted it the instant he said it, and the weight left his back. 

“...Sorry,” he mumbled. He turned his face to the side and looked up from the mattress guiltily.

Firo didn’t want to snap at Claire so much. But he kinda did, too, and he didn’t know why. Because he was stupid, probably. 

Claire sat back with his legs criss-cross and shoved his hands into the open space in the middle. “Nah.”

“No, you were being nice.” Firo sat up and crossed his ankles, too, mirroring Claire’s posture in a hunched sort of way. “...They said she’s gonna die. My ma. I dunno if I’m gonna see her again.”

It was the first time Firo had said that part out loud.

He knew the word “quarantine,” which was a fancy way of saying someone was going to die all alone, as far as he could tell. It made adults scared, and as soon as he said it to Keith, he’d been ushered inside for dinner. But Firo couldn’t eat, so he’d just tried to sleep instead, only to learn he was losing Claire, too. It was more than he could take.

"And Pa Gandor died last year and now you’re g-gonna leave—"

As the words spilled out, there was no stopping it now. His breath was shaky, his nose was all stuffy and gross, and he was making a big mess of everything. 

"And I'm just a crybaby—"

"No, you're not." Claire said, tilting his head. “You’re my friend.”

Firo raised his head slightly. “Wh-what’s that gotta do with it?” he protested, but he already knew he was going to lose this battle. Claire’s pale-brown eyes had that look in them they sometimes got. Like all he had to do was say something, and that made it true.

“You’re my friend,” Claire repeated, “so you're part of my world. That’s not gonna change.”

One time, when Firo was five, he had gone out to play in the snow, and one of the older, bigger kids in the neighborhood had stolen his scarf. Firo had played outside anyway, even taking off his gloves to make better snowballs. When he came home, his mother had taken one look at his bright red face and hands and rushed to heat some water. She’d kept the bath warm and not too hot, but on his frostbitten skin, it had burned.

Sometimes, the things Claire said made him feel like that.

“I am a crybaby, though.” Firo shook his head. “...I’m scared.”

“That means you’re brave,” Claire said. “I heard Pa Gandor say bein’ scared makes you brave, or somethin’.” He pouted a little and crossed his arms. “Then I asked him what if you’re never scared, and he said nobody’s never scared and I said well I am and then he said maybe I should be and then I’d stop jumping off the damn roof.”

Firo laughed a little, and a smile rose to his lips and then fell. “...I don't want you to leave,” he said quietly.

Claire pouted. “C’mon, you too? I told ya, I'm good at it—”

“I know you are,” Firo said with a hiccup. “You’re gonna be the best one in the whole circus. I bet you'll be so good at it you’ll n-never come back.”

Claire paused then. “Nah, I’m comin’ back. I’m gonna go lots of places, but I’m comin’ back.”

“How do you know—”

Claire grabbed his shoulders. “You think I don’t wanna see you again or somethin’? You’re my family.”

Firo swiped at his eyes. Just cause Claire wanted to come back didn’t mean he would. Ma wanted to come back. Pa Gandor probably would if he could, so—

"Argh, listen up!" Claire got to his feet on the mattress and pointed at Firo. "You know what I think? I think you're gonna be fine. You got me and Keith and Berga and Luck and me, and—"

"—You said 'me' twice—" 

"—and I say we’ll always be here for ya!"

With that, Claire crossed his arms and plopped back down onto the bed with enough finality to make the frame screech and scrape loudly across the floor. There was a muffled yell and a couple of loud thumps from below. 

A moment passed in silence.

"Well…what about when you die. You gotta die someday," Firo muttered, a bit petulantly. 

"Aw, c’mon! That’s not gonna be for a hundred years at least.” Claire tilted his head. “But then what happens to everybody else? Does my world just disappear?"

Firo almost started to argue—Claire had been talking a lot lately about dreams or something—but he didn’t want to, really. Right now, he couldn’t imagine the world without Claire, either.

So as Claire swayed from side to side like a wind-up toy in a shop window, Firo just twisted his fingers together in his lap. "You promise?”

Claire snapped out of his reverie. “Yeah! I wanna see all the flying cars and stuff.”

“What if you had a flying car, too?” Firo wondered. “Then you could go all over and come back, easy.”

“All the way to California! Or Italy! Or, um…the North Pole!”

Firo wrinkled his nose. “Santa’s not even real.”

”C’mon, what about the reindeer?”

“There’s no reindeer, either,” Firo retorted with authority. “’Cause the polar bears would eat ’em.”

“Nuh-uh! You’re makin’ that up!”

“No, I’m not! I heard it!”

“Yeah, well, you know what I heard?” Claire said, and hit him with a pillow.

Firo was stunned for a moment, but instead of grabbing a pillow of his own, he viciously yanked Claire’s out of his hands and tried to whack him on the head as hard as he could. It felt good. He wanted to hit him over and over. 

But of course, Claire wasn’t about to take that lying down—figuratively speaking. He leaned back and caught Firo’s hit with his foot, then rolled over to Luck’s bed and snatched up the pillow, and then the fight began in earnest.

With each hit dealt and received, Firo felt his emotions calming a little. Being mad at Claire felt better than being sad, but once he was done being mad, it felt like any other pillow fight with his best friend, and pillow fights were fun.

Finally, he pulled both hands back to just throw his weapon at Claire and call an end to it—but of course, Claire batted it out of the air just in time for the door to open.

And that was how Luck Gandor took a pillow to the face. 

Claire giggled, while Firo pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. “Sorry, Luck.”

Luck glared at Claire, then snatched the pillow off the floor and hurled it back at him. To Firo, he said, “Keith’s heating the soup again, Firo. He thinks if you’re gonna be awake, you should eat something.”

Firo met Luck’s eyes, and wondered how he felt about all this. He seemed to be okay, but Firo could never quite tell with Luck.

“Glad you’re feeling better,” was all Luck said, and Firo realized that he was feeling better, just a little. And Keith was right; he was getting hungry.

As Firo climbed out of bed, Claire did, too. “You think I can have more, too?”

“You have to ask him,” Luck said, “but probably.”

“Wait, Claire, don’t you gotta get ready?” Firo asked, just as Claire’s arm fell across his shoulders.

“Eh, later,” Claire said, already dragging Firo towards the door.

“Wait—”

Firo barely kept from tripping over the half-packed pile of clothes spilling out of Claire’s drawer, and the ghost of tomorrow brushed against the back of his mind. The knot in his stomach wasn’t gone, and neither was the ache in his chest.

But the weight of the arm around his shoulders was here, too, and Firo let it stay.

[brontekotlcyan]

Okay so i wrote the Solreef family fanfic. Its very short and surprisingly tragic. Fic under the cut.

He couldn't shake that feeling. The feeling that everything was going to collapse again. Tiergan fiddled with his beaten-up rings, contemplating his life choices as a quiet melody played in the background.

This somewhat peaceful scence was quickly abrubted as someone bust through the front door. Tiergan jumped up, expecting a battle to commence, but it wasn't a Neverseen member at his door, rather a dripping wet linh.

Tiergan immediately assumed she had flooded her parents house again, or something along the lines of that. Except... She was wrapped in a towel. How peculiar.

As she cried, Linh spoke, "I was just in the shower when the hot water ran out- I didn't care but about two minutes later I heard my mother banging on the door. She yelled through the door, There better be hot water left!" Linh stopped for a minute to catch her breath, then continued, "I was immediately scared, so I told her a feeble no...then she unlocked the door with an old metal button! I was exposed-obviously and this shock caused me to instinctively propell water at her, before I could tell what had happened, I was being pulled put of the shower without a towel." Linh fidgeted with her towel, gulping down the knot in her throat. 

"Then she started yelling about how I was a good for nothing child who deserved to die abandoned and alone...she went on to say how much she hated me and my uncontrollable ability, and-" Before she could find the power to continue, she was weeping again.

Tiergan was astonished- but at the same time unsurprisied. How could parents be so hurtful to their children when it's all some people want...? During the crying fest, Wylie had heard and was now at the bottom of the staircase, mouth a gape. (He was visiting Tiergan, like he did nearly every day.)

"Uhm. That is completely unacceptable! How could she do that? Hold on." Wylie said. 

"I'm sorry for coming her unannounced, but I just couldn't bear being around them any longer." Linh muttered through sobs.

"No- It's fine. You can come over anytime." Tiergan told her.

"Do you want me to give them a piece of my mind?"

Linh half-smiled, "No thanks. I'll probably have to be back over there in a while anyways..."

Wylie called Linh from one of the downstairs bedrooms. She walked over, with tears still rolling down her cheeks. Tiergans anger was rising. People just didn't have any critical thinking skills. Never mind common sense. 

Within two minutes, Linh was back and fully clothed, Wylie had found some stuff to fit her. 

Linhs silver-tipped hair was like a satin curtain as she looked at the floor.

"You can stay you know. For however long you want." Tiergan offered her. Linh did a couple little sniffles,

"Could I stay for a couple of hours...?" 

"Of course."

A couple of hours later, Linh was all dry and wrapped in a blanket Tiergan had given her. Prentice had arrived and he and Tiergan were discussing which Star Wars film was the best.

"Yeah I don't care if it has walking robots. That's not as good as Darth Vader turning to the light side!"

"That's exactly what an uncultured person would say. Hmh."

Wylie was watching them, smirking while sipping on cinnacreme. Eventually they stopped fighting and decided to watch The Last Jedi. They all loved Star Wars. It was one of Tiergans comforts, mostly because it was a distraction from everything going on around him.

It was dark now, and all four of them watched the movie peacefully. But Linh's mind was still running. Tam would come back any minute. She couldn't bare to face him. She just wanted things to go back to how they were. She wanted loving parents.

Meanwhile, Tiergan was glancing at his 'family' none of them were his. Linh, Wylie and Prentice would have to go home eventually...and he'd be alone again. Tears swelled in his eyes but he knew he had to force them back. It was his own fault for never making an effort to find a wife. But at the same time, Wylie was thinking about how safe he felt in this make-shift family.

Within the next few hours, everyone had gone home and Tam and Rayni had arrived. Tiergan used to love Tam like a son, but now he was even more closed off and obviously struggling. But Tiergan didn't want to push too far.

Tiergan lay in his bed, the stomach pain had come back and he just wanted someone to be there for him. He wanted a hug. Or for someone to tell him how much he means to them. He stared at his gilded curtains. Wishing the pain would end. It wouldn't. Eventually Tiergan fell into sleep, hoping the next day would be some improvement.

[vandermorganable]

Found

Description: Axl’s stepfather found out where Slash lived and threatens them if they don’t let Axl come back home with him. He gives in so he doesn’t let Slash and his family get hurt.

Relationship: Axl Rose x Slash

Prompt: A hug that lasts a little too long (Day 10), Tears (Day 11), “I did it for you” (Day 12)

Part 6 of “You’re My Red Rose”

⚠️WARNING⚠️: DEATH THREATS, GUN

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It was close to midnight. Axl couldn’t sleep once again. He rested on Slash’s chest, who was half asleep, listening to his heartbeat and steady breaths. There hadn’t been any word from his parents or any news that they had reported him and Mia as missing. Axl wasn’t going to take that as being in the safe zone. Knowing John, he would probably be taking matters in his own hands.

Axl regretted running away. One day John was going to find them and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

As if the universe was listening to his thoughts, there was a loud pounding at the door. Axl immediately knew who that was and sunk deeper into the blankets. His grip around Slash tightened. The sound of his heart echoed in his ears. Sensing that something wasn’t right, Slash awakened and asked him what was wrong. He explained to him in a whisper.

Footsteps could be heard walking down the hall and stairs. Then, there was the creak of the door followed by screaming and yelling.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CHILDREN?!” The blaring voice yelled angrily.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Now I would have to ask you to leave or I am going to call the police,” Jerry replied in a calm but stern tone.

“Don’t play fucking stupid. I seen them walk into this house the other day.” The voice stopped, then there was the sound of a gun cocking. “Either give me my kids or your brains will be splattered all over this floor.”

Axl and Slash immediately jumped out of bed and raced to the top of the stairs. John was standing at the entrance with a shotgun pointed at Jerry’s face. Jerry had his hands up in surrender. He lowered the gun when he saw Axl staring back at him. Axl slowly crept down the steps, heart still racing. Slash followed closely behind him.

“Go get your sister and get in the truck NOW!” John demanded, putting the shotgun back into safety.

Axl had no choice but to listen. He went to the spare bedroom where Mia was sleeping. Kadejah had woken up by then and was watching him from the bedroom door.

“I can call the police if you want,” she whispered.

Axl declined, knowing what the end result would be if she did. He went to Mia’s bedside and gently shook her awake. She fluttered her eyes open.

“What you want, Billy?” she asked, yawning afterwards.

He brushed her messy hair back, trying not to cry. “Dad’s here to pick us up.”

“I don’t want to go back.” She poked out her bottom lip.

“I-I know you don’t, but we have to if we don’t want Mr. and Mrs. Hudson get in trouble,” he explained, lifting her head.

He quickly put on the slippers Kadejah had bought her. Mia extended her arms in a way to ask him to pick her up. He clambered down the stairs, increasing his grip when John crossed his sight again. A creepy smile spread across his face as he stared at the little girl. He attempted to caress her cheek, which Mia pulled back from, hugging Axl’s neck.

Axl placed her on the floor, wanting to say bye to Slash. He walked up to him. No words would come out of his mouth. His eyelids started to burn as they filled with tears. All he could do was hug him. Slash wrapped his arms around him, rubbing circles on his back. Axl cried onto his shoulder. Scared. Afraid. Angry.

Through the tears, he said, “Thank you for letting us stay here.”

“I did it for you.,” Slash soothed.

John yelled at him to hurry up. Axl started to kiss him, but he remembered what would happen if he did. With one last quick hug, Axl and Mia got into John’s truck, Andrew in the passenger seat. More tears escaped as they started to pull out the driveway.

[garbinge]

Break-In

Bishop Losa x OC Manny Reyes

Day 27 these April Prompts: “This used to belong to my mom”

Summary: After a break-in at her apartment, the middle Reyes calls her brothers just to be sent to voicemail, leaving her to rely on her least favorite Mayan, Bishop Losa. 

A/N: My girl Manny <3 This is the start of a larger story for my girl that will probably take place over the course of one shots that can be read individually but flow a lot better if read all together. You can read my other Manny fic for some background or just more Manny content <3 

Family Night

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst. Mentions of guns, violence, break ins. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @justreblogginfics​ @narcolini​ @danzer8705

Manny sat completely still in the closet of her bedroom, her hand over her mouth to muffle any uncontrollable sounds of her breathing as a couple tears fell from her eyes. There was still shuffling and scuffling happening beyond the closet doors, each sound causing her to shake. Normally, Manny would have been quick to fight off intruders in her home. She wasn’t one to falter or scared of a fight, but things changed when she heard the gunshot. 

She wasn’t sure what they shot, who they shot. But it spooked her. Her phone was on her nightstand, just feet from her, almost taunting her. Since she couldn’t call for help, she sat hidden in the closet, waiting for the intruders to leave. 

It was silent for about 5 minutes but she let 5 more go by before emerging from the closet. She moved to grab the weapon from her drawer, realizing immediately she hadn’t grabbed the gun she had strictly for this reason. With one more deep breath, her shaking stopped, her crying stopped, and she was stealth, slow, and calculated in her moves as she cleared her apartment. 

After realizing she was alone, she rushed back into her room and grabbed her phone. First she called Angel, strictly because he was the first one in her phone, she hung up after the 4th ring, not letting the voicemail get a chance to speak. Her next dial was EZ, this time she let the rings bring her to the voicemail in hopes that he’d answer but there was no luck. She wasn’t going to leave a message, she wasn’t naive. She tried both of them one more time before giving up and moving onto someone else. Coco. 

“What’s up?” His voice was so relaxed it made Manny mad. 

“Are you with my brothers?” Manny’s voice was on edge. 

“Nah, they’re up north on a run.” Coco inhaled a cigarette as he spoke. 

“Fuck!” Manny yelled out. 

She couldn’t see him but Coco was pushing off the wall he was leaning on as the worry filled his body. 

“What the fuck is it?” He asked holding the phone tighter to his ear like that was going to get him answers sooner. 

“Some motherfuckers just broke into my apartment and trashed it,” she was looking around now, seeing that everything had been torn apart, her couch cushions were tossed on the other side of her room, drawers were open, it was a wreck. “I don’t know who but I heard a gunshot.” She immediately moved to the front window of her apartment and looked outside. Her mind was going back and forth, she was hoping there wasn’t any of her neighbors bleeding out but another part of her needed to know what the fuck they shot at. 

“Fuck! You good?” Coco asked as he tried to think through what to do. 

“I’m fine, I just– I don’t really keep company that would do this, you know? It’s gotta be a club hit. Or-or something Angel and EZ got into I don’t know.” Manny rambled. “Can you just– can you come here? Not really feelin’ like being alone.” 

“I’m over the border, Manny.” Coco said with sympathy behind his statement. “Let me call one of the guys that’s at the clubhouse.” 

Manny wasn’t in the space to argue or make calls so she just agreed. With her brothers not answering, she had to trust Coco and his decisions. 

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There was a knock at the door, and Manny heard it creep open. With her gun loaded and next to her, she creeped up and pointed it at the person who entered. 

“They shot your door open.” Bishop said as he ran his hand threw his beard before turning towards Manny. He stepped back and put his hand up when he saw Manny was extending out a gun right at him. “It’s just me, Manny.” 

Those words didn’t really offer a lot of comfort to the girl. Bishop wasn’t exactly Manny’s favorite Mayan, let alone favorite person. Bishop and Manny had a very complicated history. Manny blamed a lot of the shit that went on with Angel and EZ on Bishop. Now, she wasn’t naive, she knew that Angel and EZ were in charge of their own decisions, but she also knew that as club president, they’d follow Bishop blindly into anything. And they did. Manny remembers when Angel joined the club, that was the start of Bishop and Manny’s tense relationship. Fighting in the front yard of the Reyes house when Bishop and a few other club members pulled up and pulled Angel away. She remembers when Bishop ordered EZ to go on a run and he ended up coming back with a gunshot wound. The names he called them, the way he acted around her, all extra salt to the wound. Every one of those instances and more were running through her brain mixed with the adrenaline from the break in, shooting Bishop seemed like a decent option. But Manny wasn’t psychotic. 

She lowered the gun, a little relieved to know that the victim of the gunshot was her front door and not one of her neighbors. 

“Coco called me. Filled me in.” Bishop's hands were still raised in innocence as he slowly walked towards the girl. 

“Yea? He tell you my brothers didn’t answer cause they’re out on a run.” Another reason added to why Manny very much didn’t like Bishop. 

There was more truth behind that, though. Manny’s last conversation with her brothers wasn’t exactly a pleasant one. But she wasn’t going to let Bishop know that if it meant she could blame him for something else. 

Bishop ignored the comment and Manny put the gun on the coffee table, probably one of the only pieces of furniture still upright in the apartment. 

“You clock anything? Tattoos? They say anything?” Bishop was trying to figure out who did this so he could figure out what the fuck he was going to do. 

“While I was hiding in my closet, scared for my life?” The sarcasm dripped off her voice. “No. Sorry.”

“Alright.” Bishop nodded and looked around trying to figure out what to do. 

“There were probably like 5 of them. They were calculated but they didn’t hit the bedroom, just here. With everything tossed around they were probably looking for something.” 

“You hidin’ anything?” Bishop asked and it caused a little more tension to grow between them. 

She was. Her brothers gave her something a week ago. It was a flashdrive. She didn’t ask what was on it and in hindsight she wished she did. But she also knew that whatever it was, the club wouldn’t have known about it especially if Bishop was asking this. Despite her being mad at her brothers, she wasn’t going to rat them out. 

“Yea, a million bucks under my mattress.” Her face turned in a smile that was fully mocking him now. 

“I’m here to help.” Bishop was now trying to work with the girl. 

“You’re doin’ an amazing job, prez.” Manny wasn’t letting down. 

Bishop stood there, if this was one of the guys they’d be put in their place way before this, but this was a line he hadn’t towed often, and tried to avoid in most cases. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, wash this fuckin’ disaster of a night off. If you leave, do some boyscout shit on the front door lock and send someone else to stand post please and thank you.” Manny didn’t want to deal with any of this, her anger over the whole situation, her brothers, and now Bishop being here put her over the edge. 

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As Manny came out from the bedroom, her hair being dried by a towel in her hand, she didn’t expect to see her apartment pretty much put back together let alone Bishop horizontal on the couch playing with his pocket knife. Open and close as he stared at the ceiling. The sound of her footsteps alerting him to sit up. 

“I, uh, tried my best to clean up. I’m the only one still in Santo Padre, everyone else is either on the run up north or on the other side.” Bishop knew Manny was privy to certain things, whereabouts being one of them. “I’ll stay outside though, just was waiting to give you the heads up.” He stood up and was making his way to the door. 

“You didn’t fix the lock.” Manny said her eyes following him to the door. Bishop was about to explain how it was impossible to fix but that it didn’t matter because he’d stand watch and have one of the guys fix it tomorrow but Manny cut him off. “You can stay on the couch.” Bishop’s head turned up at that until she finished her sentence. “I’d rather them shoot you first to warn me.” 

He chuckled at that. “Fair enough. You think I could use your bathroom?” 

“Through the room on the right.” Manny said, pointing as she made her way to the kitchen. 

Looking at the couch, Manny realized she should get Bishop some blankets and a pillow. She might not have liked Bishop but she was grateful he was watching out for her tonight so she’d be a decent host at the minimum. She poured two glasses of water, placing one on the coffee table, next to the gun she had placed their originally, and then she took the second glass into her room to grab spare bedding. 

She was shocked to see Bishop staring at her stamp collection. She cleared her throat which made him place the stamp book back on her dresser before turning to face her. Manny’s hand was extended out handing him the glass of water. 

“Sorry, I–uh,” Bishop grabbed the glass of water and took a few steps away from the dresser. “I used to collect stamps with my kid. The album caught my eye.” 

“I wasn’t coming to spy on you. Was grabbing you a blanket.” Manny turned to her closet. 

Bishop stood awkwardly in the middle of Manny’s room, looking around at the pictures in the room, the things on her nightstand, the stuffed animals on the bed. 

“Used to belong to my mom.” Manny said as she turned around and handed Bishop the blanket. 

“Huh?” Bishop asked with a frown as he had the water in one hand and the folded blanket in the other. 

“This,” Manny moved over to her dresser and picked up the stamp album, “used to belong to my mom. We collected them when I was a kid. Before she died.” She placed it in a new spot on the dresser standing up so it was more on display now. 

Bishop nodded. “Me and my kid used to go to different flea markets, vintage stores, pawn shops, whatever the fuck, and pick them up. Before he died.” His last three words were spoken directly at her since they were repeating what she said. 

Manny’s head snapped to Bishop’s. “I–” She started to say that she didn’t know, like that would excuse all of her behavior to the man but she stopped and just offered condolences. “I’m sorry about your kid. That’s rough.” 

“So’s losing your mom, I know that was some gruesome shit, then with EZ going away,” Bishop tried to sympathize with her. 

“Yea. It’s been rough. Doesn’t seem to let up.” What would have normally come out as sarcasm came out in a soft voice. 

The two of them moved back into the living room, the front door was wide open, Bishop dropped the blanket and glass quickly and drew his gun, his other hand instinctively moving behind him to shove Manny behind him. Her hand reached forward, grabbing her gun from the coffee table and situated behind him, watching his six like she had learned how to do from her brothers. She still hated that her younger brother had taught her how to defend herself but in this moment she was grateful. 

“Stay here.” Bishop said as he cleared the apartment, Manny staying on alert at the front door as she closed it with the back of her foot. 

Bishop reappeared now, gun back in his waistband. 

“Must’ve been the breeze.” He pointed to the door before bending down and picking up the tossed blanket and glass and dropped them in a more proper place . “If you got some rope I’ll boy scout this shit closed.” A smile filled his face which caused Manny to push off the door and laugh. 

“Didn’t realize you were so funny, Obispo.” She used his full name, something she never did as she went into her junk drawer in the kitchen and pulled out some string and tossed it to him. 

She moved to the recliner she had bought strictly for her father for when he came to visit, bringing her legs up to her chest as she watched Bishop fidget with her door. After he tightened the last knot, his eye fell to a picture that was hanging on the wall. Manny clocked it immediately, she also saw how quick he was to look away. Like he had intruded on something personal. 

“Ellie. My ex.” 

“Oh, I didn’t realize you uh” Bishop shook his head, embarrassed to have overstepped. 

“Like girls?” Manny laughed as she saw Bishop squirm. “I’m shocked, the guys love to clown me on it. Especially Gilly.” She drank the rest of her water. “But, I don’t…you know…” Her head shook from side to side expecting Bishop to understand what she was insinuating and Bishop’s forehead wrinkled in a frown. 

“I don’t just like girls.” She said expecting Bishop to understand but his face was still twisted in confusion. “I’m bisexual, Bishop.” Manny said it as straightforward as she could. His face let the confusion fall but he stood there awkwardly. “Jesus Christ, it was easier coming out to Felipe.” Manny laughed. “Take a fuckin’ breath, prez. You don’t gotta say anything.” 

“No, sorry, just realized I don’t know much about you.” He sat down on the couch.

“I could say the same.” Manny looked directly into his eyes. 

“Guess we don’t know much about each other.” Bishop leaned back against the couch. 

“Guess we don’t.” Manny didn’t take her eyes off him. 

Bishop stared right back at her. “Maybe we should learn more.” 

“Yea, maybe we should.”

[bountyhaunter]

TIMING: Recent. LOCATION: Home. WARNINGS: Allusions to child abuse. SUMMARY: Daiyu struggles with owning a Squonk.

She knew – and it was this knowledge that enraged her so – that she envied it for its ability to give into its sadness without inhibitions. She knew that she hated herself for yelling at it for its tears.

The door closed behind her like a heavy sigh ending abruptly, with some kind of finality. Daiyu let Nugget rush over to her, tongue lapping at her fingers as she absentmindedly petted her dearest friend, a real sigh now leaving her lips. Exhaustion didn’t look well on her. It was not something she was built for — she was all energy, never ending wildfire. But she was exhausted now.

It tended to happen from time to time, this bone-deep ache. Something she might call shame, if she had the words for it, but in stead she just called it being very, deeply sleepy. And why shouldn’t she be? She’d just finished a successful hunt. She’d taken out a Baukbear that had been causing trouble. She’d delivered his head and received her reward and gotten her food. Maybe it had something to do with her fingers still feeling the sensation of cutting through muscle and meat to sever the head. Maybe it was just because she hadn’t slept properly in a few days.

Or maybe it was because of the sniffles she heard in the other room.

The cabin she was renting wasn’t big. Daiyu didn’t require a lot of space — she preferred her spaces to be small, so she could keep an eye on all that was around her. When places of dwelling were too big, she felt like she was being swallowed, like there were too many corners for her to be put away in or other things to appear from. Still, the cabin was big enough for the Squonk to find corners to cry in.

She’d had it for three days now and no explanation had presented itself. She’d tried to gauge if any of the hunters at the bar knew something about a breeding program, but she’d not gotten far. And as she’d start asking questions, she’d started to wonder what it meant to her, anyway. What would she do, should she find out there was a breeding program? Expose it? Destroy it? Play at being a hero while she beheaded monsters for a nice coin? She didn’t know, so she’d stopped asking.

Besides, there was the main problem at hand. The Squonk in her bedroom. Sniffling away. As she creaked open the bedroom door, she took in the sight of the mutilated creature crying as he stood across from one of Nugget’s balls. His favorite ball, the one he’d lost.

Daiyu blinked. “Did you find that?” She moved over, taking the ball and getting ready to throw it at Nugget with great triumph (even if it would probably break some things). The moment she did, the Squonk started weeping even more. “Stop that,” she snapped, noting that she was standing in a puddle of tears. “Stop.” 

She did not know how to console. Not herself, not others and certainly not a stupid squonk who was idiotic enough to get his tail torn off. Daiyu glared at it and was glad she was still wearing her shoes, that at least her socks weren’t getting wet. She should get rid of it. She should just put it out somewhere in the woods and let nature take care of it. No, she should kill it. Get her hunter knife and sever another head from a body, because why would it matter? Why should she suddenly gain an inhibition for killing when she’d just hand-delivered a bear head to someone who’d given her cash in return?

Nugget followed nudged past her, tongue lapping at the Squonk, not paying much mind to his ball. 

“Stop it.” The dog listened, at the very least and Daiyu looked at him as if he’d betrayed her somehow. “Stop it.” The words were repeated now, “Stop fucking crying, you stupid, useless —” The sniffles became louder and she let out a groan. “Squonkb–” She stopped, hearing something familiar in her own voice. Squonkbaby, her father’s voice echoed.

Daiyu stalked out of the room, crossed the living room and swung open her backdoors, feeling rage bubble in her chest. A trail of tears followed her, the salty water sticking to her boots. She bristled at the woods in front of her, felt her fists ball. If she wasn’t herself, she might cry now — but Daiyu Volkova did not cry. There was no reason to, as there was never any reason to. The instinct to weep had been taken from her by a father who told her she’d grow as wrinkly as a squonk if she didn’t stop. Who mimicked her scrunching face, who asked her with judgment if she was really going to cry every time her lip trembled. Who told her to press her knuckles in her eyesockets to stop the tears from flowing.

No, she did not cry. Not in the moments of release like these, when she came home after a long hard day and had no one to prove anything to any more. Not in the moments in the woods where she escaped with her life and relief coursed through her. Not when she felt loneliness stab her like a cold knife. Not when she thought of her siblings, who she hated and who she missed and who probably did not miss her at all. Not when she recalled childhood. Not when Nugget got sick that one time. Not when she broke her arm two years ago, unless you count the two tears that jumped into her eyes. 

She just stood there with her fists balled, digging half moons into her hands until they bled and her blood mixed with that of the bear. She stood and somewhere in her rented house – not her home, as that was a concept that existed vaguely and distantly, and only for other people – and knew the Squonk was still crying. She knew she wouldn’t kill it. She knew Nugget would grow attached to it. She knew – and it was this knowledge that enraged her so – that she envied it for its ability to give into its sadness without inhibitions. She knew that she hated herself for yelling at it for its tears.

She went back inside. She ignored the Squonk, which was the kindest she could do. Ignoring wasn’t yelling at, wasn’t expelling it, wasn’t drawing a knife through its folds and its throat. She let it coexist, even if every spilled tear made a rush of anger pass through her. She sat on the couch with her food and Nugget at her side and an hour later, found herself giggling at the thought of naming the creature Fries.

[alex-supremacy4]

freezing cold.

lowercase on purpose, but doesm't apply to roleplays?? idk

just lore

tw : mentions of death (very brutal), rotting flesh (if that counts as a tw) and uhh a bit of sh? (gotta look closely....)

"am?" rory called. his little sister hadn't been in the house for about a day.. and it smelt like something was rotting. but he'll find out what later. was she still out with her friends? was she murdered? was she the killer herself, and ran away in order to not be suspected? what if she got kidnapped and she'll never be found again? what if.. nah, he's probably overthinking it. but wh-

he slaps himself. it hurt, but he couldn't handle those thoughts. she's probably upset about something, because she would've responded by now. rory places the drink and bag down onto the dinner table by his side, walking upstairs.

he meets with her bedroom door. the scent of rotting flesh got stronger. kathy gagged at the sudden strength of the smell. "amaya. i know that you are upset about mom dying, but please. you can't just stop eating for days, just because of her death. she's.. how do i say this. just gone forever." no response. not even shuffling or a single sound. just flies.

"..please." he frowned. "just work with me, i'm really trying my best here. i want to be the best brother i could." nothing. he swore she came home. he heard the door open on his audio recorder. but it disconnected seconds later. was it the battery?

he twisted the doorknob, praying it was unlocked. it was. the door creaked, opening slightly. "am?.." he said, his voice sounding panicked. he opens the door completely, but it was stopped by something that was in the way. he squeezed through the narrow space in the door. but halfway in, he heard a thud along with the door finally busting open.

"holy fuck. it smells like something's rotting in here." he gags again, shutting the door. it felt so cold.. it's dim and he's afraid of looking away, but he looks back at the door, the bottom being splotched with.. dried blood. or he "hoped" so. he looked to his left.

blood. lots of it. a knife. the window was left ajar.

what the actual fuck happened??

to his rig.. ht.

he froze like a deer in headlights. kathy stared at the corpse in front of him. it was his own sister. amaya. her.. out of all people. her throat was slit, but that was the only injury she had. nothing else.

"amaya." rory said, his lip trembling. his vision became blurry. was he crying? he fell to his knees, down to her level. he stared at her lifeless eyes.. and they were staring right into his. he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes. "no no no NO NO!" his hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. he slammed the floorboards, sobbing violently. "i'm so fucking sorry.." he mumbled, looking up at the corpse. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be the greatest brother. i'm sorry i couldn't be the brother you wanted or would've loved to have.." he choked on his words, continuing to sob. he fell next to her corpse. "i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.. i'm sorry.." he repeated. he heard a loud ringing noise, repeating those words faster and faster as the ringing got louder.

rory startled awake. he wiped his eyes, his bandages brushing against his half dried tears and wiping the remains. he was having those stupid dreams again.. he wanted to make it stop. he wished it would never come back to his brain again. he wanted to forget what happened. looking around the room, he sees enoch right there.

"..how much?" rory questions. confused, enoch responds with "what? what do you mean?" he sighs and repeats. "how much of that did you hear?" the room became silent after. he sighs and gets up. "just forget it. we have work to do here. i don't want to get fired or yelled at again."

(i was tired while makung thia idk)

[sumicats]

ALIENATED

[ TAGS ] toxic dynamic, unreliable narration, manipulation, trauma, abuse of power, DEAD DOVE ; DO NOT EAT !

✦❅✧───✧❅✦ CHAPTER 1 - A BURNING MEMORY

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ ﾟ ˖ song for this chapter!

Li's POV

"Hey mom, I'm back! Did you start making dinner yet?" No one responded. Weird. I went to the kitchen only to find it empty. "Are you guys home? Yang? Mom?" I asked, again met with silence. "I brought back the groceries you wanted!" I yelled. Are they home? I took my phone out of pocket- I should probably call them. Before I could press call, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "AGH! Mom you scared me! Why didn't you reply?" I asked her. No reply. "Mom?" The house started to smell really weird. The air became foggy. I couldn't see her anymore. "Mom!" I cough from the smoke. "Mom, we need to get out! Mom-" She was burning. She was burning. I can't do anything- I can't move. It's like something was holding me back. "MOM!" I screamed. Why couldn't I move?! I stare as she mumbled something. I couldn't hear her. "Mom?" "It burns," she says, before the flaming roof collapses on her.

Rei's POV

i was greeted with a burst of flames and a blow of smog into my face, while the screams of agony echoed around me. the abrupt shift from the quiet, dark bedroom i was just into this tragic scene. little stray sparks from the inferno land on my white button-up shirt, leaving small burn holes. i walked toward the burning building, fully engulfed in flames, delicately stepping over debris and the remnants of this dingy home. as i cautiously approach the collapsed kitchen, i see the burnt remains of what i can only assume is a mother. 

the heat has reduced her once loving caring arms into a dark crispy layer… her wrinkly charred skin was barely clinging onto her flesh, her flesh barely clinging onto her bare brittle fragmented bones. her bones were exposed, calcified, and fractured. her corpse was crushed by the wooden debris of the ceiling. her corpse was basically fused with it. her corpse fused with the remnants of her clothing, obscuring her body. she became one with the place that will haunt her baby. the once tender and nurturing warmth of her could never be recovered. the feeling of a motherly bond between her and her baby could never be brought upon her son again, leaving him to hold onto the fragments of suppressed memories about his mother. “MOM!” i heard in the distance behind me. who is that? i turned around to pathetic crying mess of a boy.

… i don’t think i should be interfering. this was unfortunate timing for me to invade his little nightmare. i sighed, opening up the extraterrestrial portal back to the mortal realm, and away from dreamland. i go through the portal, which is covered by smoke. i step through the portal, enveloped by smoke. the screams echo around me, gradually fading as i pass through.

Li's POV

“It burns,” a sickeningly familiar voice says in my ear. She sounds so different, though. “MOM!” I scream, waking up from the nightmare. I clutch my shirt, slowly regaining my breath. I open my eyes to find my dog in front of me. “...Good morning, Benji,” I say, scratching underneath his chin. My smile fades when I hear my alarm go off—a reminder that I have to go to school today. It’s been—what, a year since I last went? A year since the fire. I shudder, pushing the thought away. I hurry to get ready, not wanting to be late. I glance at the time: 7:30 AM. I should be heading out soon. Finally, I pour Benji his breakfast and a fresh bowl of water. “See you later, Benji,” I say, petting him one last time before I walk out the door. As soon as I step outside, my phone rings. Who could be calling me this early? I pick up the phone. “Hello? This is Li.” “Good. You’re going to school, correct?” “...Dad?” I say, surprised. The last time I heard from him was when he gave me the apartment. “Don’t be late. Study hard,” he says. He hangs up before I can even respond. I sigh. In all honesty, I don’t want to go to school. I’m scared. What if— I take a deep breath. I can’t be freaking out already. I rub my fingers over my jade necklace, calming myself. I take one last deep breath before I start walking to school.

[ A/N ] hope u guys liked the first chapter!! it'll obviously get more in-depth from here, this is just the beginning of the story we hope as this story progresses, our writing improves! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[bambimargera]

Hell or Helsinki (Bam x Ville)

Bam finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him and decides he needs to get away to clear his head.

prt. 1 of ?

contains: crying, drinking, slight smut

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“I know dude, I’m so sorry..” Novak tried as hard as he could to keep Bam from exploding, having learned from past experiences that the rowdy skateboarder doesn’t typically handle bad news with grace. “I thought it would be best if you heard it from a friend, and not some stupid tabloid..” The blondes concern continued, watching with caution as Bam paced around his room frantically throwing a few things in his bag. “You could do way better than her any-“

“I fucking know i can, that’s why i can’t believe she would cheat!” Bam interrupted and threw a shirt at Novak, taking little effort to knock him down onto the bed. “I’m leaving, don’t follow me.” He warned, slamming the door of the bedroom behind him. His stomps echoed through the castle, alerting everyone that something was wrong. “Bam! Bam where are you going in such a hurry?!” April yelled as she ran towards the front door, hoping to block his path before he would inevitably do something stupid. Bam stomped down the stairs to stand in front of her, his eyes glossy and bloodshot. “Hell or Helsinki, I’ll figure it out.” He grabbed April by the shoulders and moved her out of the way to fling open the door, leaving without so much of goodbye. “Bam take your jacket! Please call when you get to where you’re going! We love you!” April yelled into the snowy sunrise, watching as Bam wasted no time in zooming off in his Lamborghini.

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The snow against his face felt like an attack from a million frozen little bees. Bam was warned by many flight attendants to be careful once they landed, Helsinki had just been hit with the worst snow storm of the season. The street lights illuminated the blowing snow like billions of frozen confetti pieces under a spotlight. Bam didn’t care, he needed to be in the arms of someone who understood about him better than anyone else. He trudged though the snow in his frozen sneakers, sinking deeper into self hatred as he thought about the parka he had basically thrown back in April’s face before leaving. Bam stopped and attempted to read the street signs; wishing he would’ve brushed up on his Finnish, he trekked on. His grey blazer was throughly soaked and caked with snow, ‘just make it to the hotel’ he thought.

Bam walked for what felt like hours in the storm, all of his exposed skin turning a bright shade of purplish red. How much further could it possibly be? He asked himself as he sat down on the stairs of a beautiful antique stone building to collect his thoughts. Bam knew he couldn’t sit for long, he was cold and only getting colder- he needed to get to that hotel. If only he had remembered his phone, he could’ve called Ville. If only he hadn’t of turned down the coat from his mom, he’d probably be further away from hypothermia. Maybe he did deserve to get cheated on, he was the worst boyfriend ever. Just like that, the all consuming negative thoughts came crashing down. Thoughts of giving up completely and retreating into a snow bank for a long nap crossed his mind. Bam didn’t even try to hold it back anymore, and let himself sob as the snow blasted all around him. The tears stung his cheeks, freezing before they could even complete their journey of rolling off of his chin.

“Bam? Bam is that you?!” Bam Instantly recognized the voice, and his swollen doe eyes squinted around to get a glimpse through the snow; nobody there. He put his head back into his hands and began to cry even harder, was he so crazy he was just hearing voices now?? Bam was a mess.

“Get up dummy! You’re gonna die out here!” Ville shouted out the window of a black Audi that had been hidden through the thick sheets of falling snow, and motioned for the crying skater to join him. Bam’s head shot up like a deer in head lights, and he slowly got up and waddled his way to the passenger side door. Ville studied the smaller mans movements with concern as he settled himself in the seat, his face was nearly blue and stained with frozen tears. The pair didn’t say a word to each other as Ville began to drive down the road, and the pent up negative energy in Bam was begging to be unleashed. Ville had been furious with Bam, searching and calling for hours with no answer had made every fibre in his body anxious. He didn’t expect to find his friend in this state, and really didn’t want to set him off any further.

Bam had locked his gaze out the side window, attempting to hide his pathetic break down from Ville. He softly wiped his cheek and sniffled quietly, the emotions working their way back up the poor mans throat. “Do.. do you wanna talk about what happened? You know you can tell me anything buddy.” Ville’s soft voice was nearly a whisper, hoping to chip away at the obvious walls Bam had put up around himself. “No!” The skater barked, “I just got off a 10 hour fucking flight, my fucking girlfriend is cheating on me, and i forgot my phone!” The hot tears began streaming down his face and he collapsed into his hands. Ville screeched the car to a stop and pulled to the side of the empty road, instinctively placing a hand on Bam’s knee to comfort him. “Am I a bad person? I.. I don’t know anymore.. Is this karma for being a bad person? Ville I’ve never been in so much pain in my life..” Ville’s eyes widened in shock, completely gobsmacked to discover these dark thoughts that Bam was having, it was so unlike him. “I need a drink. Take me to the drinks.” Bam’s voice was strangely monotone as he attempted to compose himself, his face almost fully thawed. Ville smiled softly and pulled back onto the road towards the hotel.

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“Something strong that doesn’t taste like ass!” Bam yelled towards the bar as he trudged his way to the back, taking off and tossing his jacket deep into a booth. The waitresses all stopped and stared at Ville as he sheepishly walked up towards the bar, hoping he would clarify what his grumpy friend had shouted at them.

“Luckily, they were out of ass juice. I got us double vodka pineapples.” Ville smiled as he slid into the open end of the booth, sliding the glass over to the sulking skater. Bam grunted, meaning ‘thanks’, and chugged the entire glass and threw it across the bar sending broken glass shards everywhere. The entire bar got quiet, shattered glass littering the floor. “What?! Mind your own business you fucks!” Bam screamed at no in in particular, attempting to shimmy out of the booth. Panicked, Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and held him at the table. “Bam please, relax. We can drink as much as you want, as long as you don’t get us kicked out!” He chuckled as he looked Bam over with a mixture of worry and pity, and began softly rubbing his hand with his thumb.

A waitress brought over another round of drinks and shots, hoping that liquoring up the pair would calm the smaller one down. Bam instantly downed his drink and the shot like water, and slammed the glasses down on the table. He sighed for a moment and looked down at the contrast between his small hand in the large Finnish mitt. “Fuck me.” Bam declared, locking eyes with Ville. “What?!” The taller man choked, completely caught off guard. “I want you, to fuck me. Rail me into the headboard, break my fucking back- use me... please, i want to feel desirable to someone that cares about me..” The drunken desperation became more evident in every word, Ville sipped his drink and thought of how he could politely let his already hurt friend down gently. Bam didn’t appreciate this silence, and leaned over the table to get closer to Villes face. “Y’know..” He stuttered, “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be came in..” Bam whispered just centimetres from Villes face, obnoxiously breathing in his scent.

Ville audibly swallowed his anxiety. “Bam you’re drunk, and you’re in pain.. We should just get you up to bed and safe.” Ville’s deep voice rattled as he worked up the courage to meet the pained blue eyes, still batting their eyelashes only inches from his face. “I think you’re just scared you’d fall in love with me..” Bam smirked and he threw himself back down in the booth. Ville was almost relived that the drunken flirting had ceased, he knew he would give in eventually if it was kept up. He took a few gulps of his drink until he felt fingers delicately walking up his thigh; and looked down to see Bam under the table eagerly looking up at him. Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and pulled him up to sit on his lap, deeply embarrassed of how Bam was behaving in such a nice place. “You don’t have to beg me baby, be careful what you wish for.. Now, get your ass upstairs.” Ville whispered into the crook of Bam’s neck, feeling him shiver with every word. Bam smiled and drunkenly hopped out of the booth and hobbled towards the door, “Charge 210 babe!” Ville followed the wobbly skater on his quest to the elevator and tried his hardest to contain a laugh; they were in room 417.

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To be continued~