#floweht

@floweht , @un-a-mused , @aiden-phenix-rper-at-law , @myfilthymusings , @notbruisedjustpartytattoos

You’re the real MVP.

              The show had been a blast. It was probably the best show they had played in the past month, too. It had only been a small club, but the atmosphere had been amazing. Adrenaline was pumping through Leo’s veins, sweat covering every inch of his body. He had given everything, just like he always did -- but it was just so much more fun when the girls’ screams rang in his ears, and everyone from first to the last row was going wild to the music he created with his voice and the guitar hanging from his shoulder. As he stepped off the stage, no longer the rhythm of the music in his ears, only the humming of people talking heard in the distance, two of his band members flung a pack of bras his way that had landed on the stage throughout their performance. Leo waved them off with a laugh, knowing they’d show them off as their own. Reaching for a towel, he dried off his face before flinging it over his shoulder. While his band members found the fridge to pop open some beer bottles for celebration with the rest of the crew, his eyes scanned the backstage area for the only person he was interested in celebrating with. The girls probably now waiting outside in the cold to snatch a photo or a hug before he left didn’t matter. A grin spread over his lips as he peeked through the door into the room they had turned into their changing room for the night, finally laying eyes on his boyfriend. “So here’s where you’re hiding,” he smirked as he pushed the door open to move inside, not caring much about the fact that he was drenched in sweat, his voice hoarse from the singing as he pulled the other into his arms. “Did you hear? We fucking rocked.”

@floweht , @un-a-mused , @aiden-phenix-rper-at-law , @myfilthymusings , @notbruisedjustpartytattoos

it wasn’t exactly rare for the young male to go out with his ‘co-workers.’ which could really say something about how irresponsible the older workers were for sneaking letting a nineteen year old into a bar. on the other hand, it could say something about how well liked damian was that they even wanted to bring him. plus there was the fact that they technically didn’t even work with him. the others of the group has important jobs on a higher level of the company while damian barley even worked there. maybe they first brought him along to be nice… then realized they could pass most of the ‘designated sober friend’ jobs to him. he didn’t drink anyways. the young male did seem to bounce with energy though, eyes bright with curosity as he tracked down the taller male. it was some guy that at least half of his co-worker’s had tried to talk to. “you’re a fireman, right?” a scrawny kid practically ambushing you with all his fidgety energy and wide eyes. great way to start a conversation. “all the gear you have to wear is like… suuuper heavy, too, right? which means you guys are super strong?” a little bounce on the balls of his feet. there was definitely a noticeable height difference so damian had to look up at him. floweht

Austin sighed heavily, dragging his fingers down his face as the car drove off. He could do this. He had to do this. The stupid electric bill was due tomorrow and if he was late one more time, the fees were going to kick his ass... God, he hated this.

#then i guess i did a good in choosing roman when i replied to that starter

gavin was a shaking mess, standing in his alpha’s front room, hugging himself. he was trying not to start crying again, though having to build up the courage to walk to hunter’s bedroom to try and wake him wasn’t helping. wiping desperately at his cheeks, gavin pressed open the master bedroom’s door, falling to his knees in the doorway, sobbing violently. “h-hunter . . .” he whispered, almost hoping his alpha wouldn’t wake.