#fadedglcry

                        her heart   ached   unlike it ever had before. the new zealand native was sure that she’d never experienced this sort of pain, and that was coming from someone who got beat up and partially maimed for a living. the most laid back gal you’d ever meet, so friendly and full of life she was. in that moment though, she felt like she was in shambles of her former self. not that she would let a   break–up   change her or make her a colder person by any means, but she felt like will smashed her heart into thousands of pieces and that wasn’t a good feeling at all. there was only one person she knew would understand how to   comfort her   if nothing else. right now, effie didn’t want someone to solve her problems for her or pat her back and tell her there were plenty of fish in the sea. she knew the one man she’d known since she was a young girl in grade school was the only person that could possibly make her feel some sort of validation—–jay white.

                        she didn’t bother to bang on his door even though it was the middle of the night. at this point in their friendship, she knew where he kept the spare key and that’s exactly what she used as her means of getting inside. tears still streamed down rosy cheeks from her sobs. eyes were puffy and   no doubt   an eyesore at this point, but that never mattered with him. it crossed her mind a time or two that he might turn his overly protective mode on and this might interfere with his chaos stable mates, but she desperately   needed   jay right now. 

                        after closing and locking the door behind her, she sat the key down safely and wiped mascara stained cheeks in her quest to the kitchen where the only light in the residence was on. her hiccuping sobs must have   given her away   from the front door because he didn’t make his way to see who was in his house, but as she rounded the corner into the kitchen he was already prepared for her. all the petite brunette could do was approach him and then nearly fall into his arms clinging to him, hands gripping at his biceps.   “   i’m sorry. i know thet it’s late, but i   needed   you,   ”   she tried to explain as clearly as her voice would allow.

                        it was a random, oddball question, but that was   just effie  . she often tended to speak what was on her mind, immediately as it popped in her head and didn’t give too much thought as to whether or not it was a weird question. jay   should have   been used to that by now.   “   i’m just sayin’ thet it’s not out of the question. thet collar the guy wore looks pretty gay to me,   ”   a wide smile spread across her face as she grabbed a cheesy chip off of her tray and popped it into her mouth, a small bit of cheese still on a pale pink lip.   “   ‘sides. aren’t i supposed to be the   eccentric   one out of the both of us? you’re pretty normal. one of us has to liven it up, yeah?   ”

Contact: Kitten SENT: in your dreams, I just googled it. SENT: oh would you? god, please suffocate me, kitten. end my misery. SENT: you're gonna make me wait until tomorrow? shame. think of all the fun we could have had today.

There's a brief pause as he just...stares at the last text Hiromu sent. The drunk part, he can understand that, nobody wants to be just a booty call. Especially not someone like Hiromu. But fucking with him? Sure, it was fun in other aspects, but to Desperado, he didn't really like fucking with people like that. He'd been hurt enough just by men completely ignoring he existed. He’d leave that to the rest of Suzuki-Gun.

Contact: Taichi SENT: i can so get my dck up, and i'll show you AND tanahshi up. dck.

SENT: like you wuold ever send one anywa y

Desperado let out a little huff at Taichi's clear lack of interest. Was he not good enough for him? The dick. Then his phone chimes and he squints at the too bright screen, reading over the new text a few times over as he thinks of what to say. He was almost as bad as Desperado when it came to ruining things.