#ofmontagues

“Boy, this place never changes.” Alexander pointed as he looked around, hat on head and first button’s shirt undone, with his hands on his pockets. Eyes taking on the full view of the scene, a bar full of people, yet four men fighting and no one doing anything to stop them. Talking, bringing their hands to their mouths, and simply talking and ow!-ing in loud voices. He shook his head before he stepped towards them, “wait me here and hold my beer.” He added, as he stopped by their sides. One punch to each men and they were put on their stools, one of them against the counter. “You better quit that argument now, or someone is losing their balls this very moment.” He warned them, “talk your differences, Boys, that’s the only way to be civil. Or you’ll get to sleep on a cell tonight. Understood?” He mouthed them, who didn’t move nor spoke as they recovered from the punches. He turned around and walked back to the other stitting on his chair, “thanks, handsome, now... what were you saying before these idiots began to act like monkeys?”

Panic. That’s what Sebastian Lavellan felt in this moment. Not to mention confusion, distress and the overwhelming urge to just cry. He’d been coming to this club for a couple of weeks now on and off, a place specifically designed for people exploring the BDSM lifestyle and finding their footing in it. He hadn’t tried any scenes in all that time, trying to just observe and maybe talk to a few people until he was ready and willing to find someone to try things with. Unfortunately his eventual choice had been a bad one, feeling perhaps a little too needy and on the edge of a submissive headspace had made him agree to the scene with a total stranger that he might have otherwise said no to. 

Which is how he found himself on the floor, kneeling in the main floor of the club with a rough pair of fingers in his hair, tugging violently enough to make him yell as he head condescending, vulgar words being taunted at him by the nameless Dominant above him. This didn’t feel right, it was supposed to feel good wasn’t it? But it didn’t, every harsh tug and cruel word just made Sebastian feel worse and worse, his head spinning into a completely different kind of headspace as the young man was completely ill equipped to handle this. No disucssed limits, safe words or easing into anything and the longer it went on the worse the panic got and the more helpless he felt. Tears welling up in his eyes, his body shaking and wanting to say something, anything to get this man to stop but it was just getting worse and worse and he felt more and more helpless. But it wasn’t until he felt that large hand slap his cheek and felt the sting against his skin that the first tear fell and a broken sob passed his lips as Sebastian felt his entire world spin.

Cary wasn’t an idiot, despite the fact that he couldn’t think of his behavior as anything but idiotic, and perhaps inappropriate. It was an odd compulsion to decide to forget where the bathroom was in his best friends house, where he had been several times before, and how the room he always confused it with, was his best friend’s younger brother, Oli’s room. Fucking ridiculous.

But regardless here he was again, wandering aimlessly, totally mistakenly, into his best friend’s brothers room instead of the bathroom. He didn’t know how he was supposed to convince the other that it was an accident again when he couldn’t even convince himself. He was ridiculous levels of infatuated with the other male, he couldn’t stop looking at him and making up lame excuses like this to just catch a glimpse of him. It was a whole new level of pathetic. But he rolled into it because again, it got him that glimpse of Oli.

Adaline was walking in the park in the afternoon after her shift. She had changed clothes and was taking a stroll in the new town she’d moved to recently. She saw Daniel, who had come into the diner a few times and struck up conversations with her start to walk her way. “Hey! Nice to see you out and about.”

“ please come christmas shopping with me, pleaaase. i’m the worst at giving gifts. last year, i got my sister a candle and she cried. i wouldn’t ask if i wasn’t so desperate. ”