BASED. “so you want me now? that’s funny.” sarcasm dripped off olivia’s words, the serious look in her eyes making it clear that the situation was anything but funny. “because you didn’t give a fuck back then.” // @hcneybcby​

jack groaned as the other wiped some of the blood off his face. “ouch, ouch, okay you don’t have to be so rough.” @hcneybcby​

chase wrapped his arms around the other smiling bright. “i’m home, i’m home baby...” @hcneybcby​

closed starter // @hcneybcby​

it wasn’t an unfamiliar sight for roman - blood and bruises. in his line of work it was more uncommon for him to come home late a night without a mark on his body. but this was new. seeing the other like this was very new for him. “babe,” he’d called over his shoulder hearing them come in. “what took you so long?” it was about that time that he looked back towards them and realized that they were needing help. “fuck,” he said jumping up and rushing towards them. he’s gentle as he puts soft fingers on their arms trying to asses them as quickly as he could. “what happened?” truthfully his first thought is that someone he knew did this but he doesn’t come right out and ask who did this. “c’mon, i’ve got you.” and he does in every way that they had him when he came home hurt. he led them to the bathroom and started a warm bath letting the tub fill while he peeled their clothes from their body. he was as gingerly as possible as he helped them into the tub turning off the water when it was full enough. “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” and he started gently washing the blood from their body with a soft cloth. 

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since coachella was postponed until october or some shit, dominic and his bros collectively decided to throw their own party. brochella. yes, it’s brilliant, he’s fully aware. each bro was going to host a party until october and it was dominic’s turn to host brochella and essentially agree to having his house trashed by the end of the night. at around eleven, brochella was in full swing. dominic was a little drunk and everyone else around him was very, very high on all sorts of hallucinogens but not dominic. he’d steered clear of any and all hallucinogens after coachella three years ago. to be honest, he still wasn’t sure what really went down during those three days in the desert and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know. what he did know, however, was that he’d stayed away from drugs (besides weed, of course) and a chance at a love life since then. dominic was tired of watching the people around him tripping balls so he went to go get another beer. as he waited in the line for the keg, he looked around to see if he noticed anyone. dominic nearly fell into the person next to him once he laid eyes on them. “holy shit,” he muttered before he could catch himself from doing so. what the fuck are they doing here?