#big sh.ot

[spamton-g-1997-autos]

uhh hey moots I think starrie got hacked by a bot ☹️☹️

rip starrie, we will miss your precious drawings of old man yaoi..

[thewcllingtons]

Luis is glad that his instinct to always be prepared didn't side-track him on his big day. After the ceremony, he followed Declan and the other security guards to a secluded room nearby. He had heard about Mason from his brother-in-law, but he didn't think that the male would end up being even worse than described. His insane revenge plot against the couple isn't something he had time for. And the last thing the male would allow to happen is for Declan to get hurt. He did the one thing that only failed him one time, he sh.ot the blonde. It came to a shock to most. He had a silencer on so they didn't register exactly what Luis did until Mason covered the wound with his hand and fell to the floor. As much as he wanted to solve the problem for good, he backed off when Declan explained that he was a Manor associate. Luis called in his uncle to get Mason to a hospital and to clean up a mess. He should've felt worse about his wedding almost being ruined. Instead, he felt a surge of adrenaline course through him, and he hadn't felt this good in quite some time.

Joining back up with Amelia, he pulled her by the waist to get her out of earshot of their guests. ❝ Depends on your definition with okay— I'm okay— ❞ His only concern is that the regular guests in attendence weren't privy to all the drama that just unfolded. Luis covered her ears to whisper just loud enough to hear, ❝ I ended up having to shoo.t Mason. And no, he isn't dead, I didn't hit a major artery. He refused to leave and tried to start up another fight with Declan. It was getting messy and I didn't want to risk Mason's threats to everyone becoming a reality...❞ Luis would spare her all of the nasty things your ex had to say. He's just glad that the whole issue was over for now and they could both enjoy the rest of their day. ❝ I think now would be a good time for something strong... He gave me a headache. ❞ //@kiillerqueen

Amelia knew that the pair wouldn't be sharing any deep vows since they were not at the stage where they knew such deep details about one another that they could share it in front of their guests. However she is confident that in time that they'll be able to share such a moment that they'll be able to express such a personal and loving moment in private. Amelia herself has never been the type of woman to express her emotions for someone publicly to people unless it is to someone she considers close. There had been a couple of minds what it was their first kiss is going to be like. She had actually disclosed the fact that they hadn't kissed yet to her best friend. It would be a lie to say that Amelia is looking forward to feeling his lips against her own. Yet the moment that their lips met she had been taken by surprise at the passion behind it the kiss. Not that Amelia is complaining because he exceeded any expectation that she had. Fem returns the kiss with just as much passion before pulling away after a moment. Now that the wedding ceremony is over it is time for the newly weds to focus on the reception. Amelia can only hope that it can go without hiccup like their ceremony. Even though her ex had been in attendance he had seemed to not say the one thing that she is sure that more than just herself and Luis were worried about. He had seemed absent for some time and Amelia does her best to try and distract their guests and coming up with some excuse to where her husband could possible be at the moment. It had come as a relief the moment that she had caught sight of him again. ❝ Is everything okay? ❞ Fem questions the moment that Luis has reached her. //@thewcllingtons

[chaos-weekly]

jr. detective

Everyone has at least one moment in their life that’s unforgettable. For some people, it’s their first kiss. Others may remember a moment with friends, a family vacation, or maybe even a really cute dog on a really bad day. 

Zion would never forget the moment he saw a de.ad body for the first time. 

The body was in the storage shed out front of the corn maze the the Salemsville Fall Festival, an event Zion had spent the last four months planning and organizing. It was slumped in a dark corner where it would have been hidden from the eyes of anyone who was just simply scanning the shed for a tool. But Zion wasn’t looking for a tool. Zion was making sure that there weren’t any high schoolers going at it in front of the corn maze. 

The only hooligan he ended up finding had been sh.ot right in the forehead, exec.ution style.

Zion felt like he might throw up, but he crept closer, too curious for his own good, to examine the body. It was a male maybe a little younger than he was, with dark hair, tan skin, and dark eyes that were wide open and staring deep into his soul. The blo.od around the wound seemed to still be wet. This was recent. Stomach churning, Zion looked around quickly for a gun. When he didn’t find it, he realized his worst nightmare was coming true-- this man had been murd.ered at his very own fall festival. 

He instinctively reached for his phone to call the cops. As his finger hovered over the emergency dial button, Zion paused. There was something about the Salemsville Police that seemed off. It wasn’t anything they’d done, but there were men like his brother-in-law Magnus and Magnus’s lackey Roy on the force, and that didn’t sit right with him. But it wasn’t like he could just leave the body for someone else to hopefully one day discover. So he did the only thing he could think to do-- take pictures. Zion took photos on his phone of everything: the body, the bu.llet hole, the crime scene. There were some footprints that he knew weren’t his, so he took a picture of those. And he took a picture of the bottom of the guy’s shoes, too. They weren’t his footprints, either. 

Upon closer inspection of the body while playing crime scene photographer, Zion noticed a note sticking out of the body’s shirt pocket. There were some words written on it, but it was too dark to make them out, so Zion turned on his phone’s flashlight. 

“To Thorn.”

Zion felt dizzy. This kid was involved with the biker gang. If Zion knew one thing about the dynamics of the town, he knew that the biker gang and the cops didn’t necessarily get along. If the cops got ahold of this note, Thorn would never see it. 

He didn’t think twice about taking it off the body. It was fortunate that he knew Thorn-- he was a fellow bartender at the bar his sister’s lover had given him a job at-- but Zion told himself that he would have tracked down this stranger anyway. It was like giving a big middle finger to Magnus and the other skeezes on the force, and Zion didn’t miss any opportunity to be petty.

It was only then that he called the cops, telling them the location. He didn’t have to try to sound disgusted or shocked or sick. The whole situation was horrific. 

The rest of the evening was a blur. He gave a brief statement to the police, closed the corn maze, and made sure everyone knew the Salemsville Fall Festival wouldn’t be shut down because there was a de.ad body in the storage shed. The night ended, the festival drew to a close, and Zion cleaned up. It was only when he sat down behind the wheel of his car at midnight that everything came flooding in. He knew what he had to do. 

///

Zion pushed open the door of the crowded motorcycle bar. His stomach felt the same way it did when he first saw the dea.d body as he approached the bar. Thorn watched him silently the entire way up, as if he already knew what was coming. 

He pulled the wrinkled note from his pocket and pushed it across the bar.

“This is for you.”