#sorry this is garbage

A Whumpee who managed to expose Whumper to the Law, only to be told during the court trial that the max sentence for kidnapping is 10 years, 5-20 years for assault and abuse, but our rich Whumper gets himself a HELLA good lawyer who's ontop of everything while half the time Whumpee can't even remember what Whumpeer did to them. So, Whumper ends up with let's say.... 15 years, which isn't nearly enough for all the atrocious crimes they've commited and Whumpee will most likely still be alive in 15 years, meaning they'll be the first thign Whumper comes for when they get free.

Caretaker comforting Whumpee and telling them to enjoy the time they have and worry about the rest later.

Slowly getting comfortable with their re-established life.

Saying good night to caretaker as they enter their room only for a pair of hands to shoot out at them, one hand coverign their mouth while the other grips their throat. Whumper towering over Whumpee, grinning as they go weak in the legs. Whumper dragging Whumee to the car while threatening to kill caretaker.

Two other people waiting in the car, the one in the backseat holding whumpee does as Whumper shoves them in before driving off. "Made a deal with the guards" Whumper grins at Whumpee through the rearview mirror. "they let me out, i introduce them to our little society of pets, starting with you of course."

ambrose open the door to the rooftop and in front of him was some leftover chaos from previous parties. empty bottles and cups were scattered along the ground. leftover plates and food were on side tables from the barbecue the previous night. he rolled his eyes and walked towards an empty chair free of debris. he let out a small sigh and breathed in the morning air around him. perfect. he was brought out of his euphoria by a small noise from behind him. he quickly jolted up from his chair. “uh... hello?” he said softly.

I hide my shame in the tags. Y'all gotta stop exposing me 😁

For real though, all I could think about was what it would be like your first time seeing him with the buzzcut.

And he's kind of nervously rambling on cause he thinks you hate the way it looks.

But you're not really listening to a word he's saying because you cant stop staring at him. The sharpness of his cheekbones and cut of his jawline standing out even more than usual.

You don't hate the haircut. At. All. It kind of dirties him up a little bit but in the best way possible.

All you can think about is running your hands across his shorn head; feeling the new texture beneath your fingertips.

He stops babbling when he realizes you're just staring at him. He starts to tell you that its just hair and it'll grow back soon because he thinks you hate it so much that you're in shock.

He's mid sentence when you launch yourself at him. You're determined to show him much you dont hate his new look.

                              there was     a knock     at the door, several times             &&     slow.   josh held onto himself,  a single hand placed against his other upper arm,   in an   uncomfortable   slouch. it was     l a t e,     but the light of the room   shone   on his dirtied face upon the door’s opening. green eyes   softened,     though eyelids lowered ... an   unhopeful   gaze peering straight at the guy he wasn’t sure he expected to   ever   see again. 

                              ‘ ‘       ...   buddy,   i   ...       ’ ’               his voice was   low,       almost too   hushed   ...   a weak shrug following,   gesturing that he was       speechless.