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Flynn & Rocket |
After hearing that Rocket’s ex husband had made his way back to the hotel, he knew she’d need someone to lean off. Jeremy was always a huge part of her life and he knew that. Making his way to Rocket’s room, he knocked on the door, “It’s me, Rocks.” Pushing the door open, he walked in and closed the door behind me.
fckmerocket
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Flynn: I have a feeling you have something to do with the fact that my daughter is now calling me 'daddy butt munch'
ok i'm sorry but imma make you do all of them bc they're all cute and i can't choose pls love me
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“See? I told you you’d like my pussy~”
"Mhm," he mumbled against her folds, licking, sucking, and softly nibbling on her skin. Glancing at her under his eyebrows, he smirked, "I forgot just how good this was."
[text] you left your boxers here and your wallet. Speaking of which why do you have a picture of Tony Danza in it? | [text] fuck you and your stupid hair | [text] i miss your stupid face | [text] i should have listened to you. | [text] are you trying to ask me out? | !?
[text] you left your boxers here and your wallet. Speaking of which why do you have a picture of Tony Danza in it?
[text] I was wondering why I woke up naked this morning. It’s Tony Danza. Why /don’t/ you have a picture of him in yours?
[text] fuck you and your stupid hair
[text] Hey! Don’t you /ever/ disrespect the hair.
[text] i miss your stupid face
[text] That is not a nice way to get someone to go visit you.
[text] i should have listened to you
[text] I told you. Paul Wesley has a fat ass.
[text] are you trying to ask me out?
[text] What? No. I just want a boob pic.
[text] you should be more appreciative of the level of patience I have for your shit
[text] I probably should, but eh, whatever. You’ll still put up with me.
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★, ◊, ✘, ☠
★:The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
Vince sat on the ruff top like he normally did, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. There was one person he wanted to share this moment with. The girl that won his heart over, but he knew there was no way that could happen. Though there was one other person he thought of. It could be something that made the other person smile. Standing up, he walked inside the building finding his way to Rockets room. Once the door was open, a smug smile played on his lips, “I have something I want to show you, come with me. I promise you’ll love it.”
◊:Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
Opening his door, a familiar Rocket was in sight. Tear streaming down her face. “Rocks..” he whispered out with a sigh. This one moment had way to often. Leading her into his room, Vince closed the door and wrapped his arms around her. “Rocket, you can’t live your life like this. In pain every day from the minute you wake up to the minute you fall asleep. You’re going to get her back.”
✘:Scars aren’t very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
Rocket and Vince sat across from each other on her bed. They spent the whole last two hours just talking and reminiscing on good times, even the bad times that turned out to be good. Vince learned a lot about Rocket within these few hours. Her weaknesses, her strengths, things that made her happy, things that made her angry. “I was shot once,” he admitted, nodding, “it was between a drug exchange.” Picking up his shirt, Vince showed the girl his scar from the wound. “The bastard didn’t live long after that, but he got me good.” he managed to let out a soft laugh before pulling his shirt down.
☠:Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
Vince ran into the emergency room. It was an accident. That’s all he had heard. She was walking and some asshole swerved a little to much into her way. An accident. “Where is she?!” he asked in a panic. Pushing past the ER doors, nurses ran after him, but they were no use. Vince had to see her, he had to make sure she was alright. Hearing a bunch of chaos, he found his way into the room where she laid on top of a table completely steal. Sounds went off all over the place. “Is she okay? What’s wrong with her?!” he cried, seeing her in that kind of state made his heart break into a million tiny pieces. Vince always thought he’d be the one throwing a party when he heard of Rocket being in an accident, but over the past few months, things changed. Completely. “She’s not dead.” he cried when he heard a long beep go off and the line laid flat on the machine. “Help her!” Vince screamed, trying to move closer to her body as the doctors and nurses held him off. “Rocket!”
☏, ☯, ☠ (she probably committed suicide lbr), ☾
☏:How about a voice message from my muse?
Hearing the phone go to voicemail for the third time in a row, he let out a groan. “Ya know, ignoring someone’s fucking call won’t make them anymore of your friend. Call me back when you get this.” Hanging the phone up, he ran his fingers through his hair.
☯:Here, have a hug from my muse.
Flynn stumbled in the hallway, quickly regaining his posture when he spotted a familiar shape. He had just walked back from the bar just a few yards away from the hotel while Annie took care of his daughter. A smile covered his face, “Rocket!” he chuckled. “You look beautiful tonight, cupcake. C’mere, gimme a hug.” Wrapping his arms around the girl, he rocked her back and forth. “I know you hate me, but I love you.”
☠:Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
Banging on the hotel door yet again, Flynn grew more angry each second. “Rocket, open up the damn door.” No one answer came, but he knew she was in there. Hitting his shoulder against the door with all his might, it was to his surprise that the door opened without a problem. Flynn walked to the room, but there was no Rocket. Wondering into the bathroom is where he found her. “Shit, Rocket.” he gasped immediately falling to his knees beside her. “Rocket.” he called out once again, picking up her head. Flynn felt for a pulse but there was none. In that moment, he regretted everything he did to the girl. His heart was pulled every which way. Tears rushed to his cheeks. “No, no, no, Rocket.” he shook his head, tapping her cheek. “You can’t be dead, Rocket, please.” Flynn begged feeling as if his world had just burned to its crisps. Sitting on his butt, the guy pulled Rocket into his chest and cradled her body as he cried. “Please come back to me, I’m sorry.” Flynn whispered. “I’m sorry,” was the only thing he repeated.
☾:It’s in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
Flynn tossed and turned, murmuring things in his sleep. It wasn’t until the blonde next to him woke him, that he realized it was only a dream. Immediately worrying about the one he was dreaming about, he reached for his phone to send her a quick message. It read, “Hey, I know we aren’t on the best of terms, but I just had this crazy fucking dream about you. Are you okay?” Reading it over to himself, Flynn shook his head before deleting the message and laying back down. For the rest of the night, he laid awake.
" Do you even know what you've done to me?", " Do you have any remorse? ", " Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."
Do you even know what you’ve done to me?
Flynn rolled his eyes, not caring about a soul on this earth. “Do you really think I care, Rocket?” Now he regret every single moment he spent with the other. Every single ounce of love he gave to her. “One stupid night, you get knocked up and now I have to deal with you for the rest of my life. God certainly blessed me.” he spoke with much sarcasm.
Do you have any remorse?
Pouting his bottom lip a bit, he thought about the question. Did he? He never felt bad for what he had done to her, for all the pain he had caused her. Flynn was simply taking care of his daughter. He made Delilah happy and that’s all that mattered to him. He could give two shits about what Rocket was feeling. “No, not really.” he answered bluntly. “Are we done here?”
Everything fell apart and I can’t pick up the pieces anymore.
"Do I look like your therapist, cupcake?" he gave her an emotionless face. It was his new thing. Show no emotion, cal them cupcake, and get on with your day. "Wrong brother, baby. Maybe Vince could help you with that. He is your new side kick, right, or did you already trade him in for someone else?" Laughing under his breath, he shook his head. "Maybe it’s just karma coming back for your ass."
