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“What do you want?” A low annoyed tone left 1x1x1x1 as they looked down at the kid before him. He had heard about this kid long before they really became a true killer.

Agtis, a once 7 year old who touched the wrong object and became corrupted. Their dead white eyes stared up at 1x, parts of their body glitching. 1x1x1x1 waited for them to speak and express what they wanted before Agtis grabbed their hand. God, the 7 year old’s hand was so small in the adults… Not even half the size! 1x sighed and got up and allowed herself to be dragged outside the killer’s camp with a growl, looking around at where she was being taken. Agtis didn’t say anything as they led to a large bush with white flowers all over. 1x1x1x1 raised their browns, not knowing this was even here.

Agtis tugged on 1x’s hand and pointed at the bush. The manifestation of Shedletsky, once Telamon, was so confused, what did this child want? Agtis was sometimes worse than the other kids… well- no, they were much more nice to be around then Bluudud- fucking teens.

“What do you want me to do about this bush? Cut it down?” 1x1x1x1 scoffed and pulled their hand away to cross their arms. Agtis shook their head before grabbing one of the small white flowers before taking out the center and putting it to their mouth to drink the nectar. 1x1x1x1 felt himself stiffen up, worried that this plant might get the kid sick, but when he was offered one- he took it. 1x1x1x1 hesitated before doing what Agtis did and hummed in delight.

“Ah, well… I didn’t think it’d taste so nice.” A hum left their lips and they took another to drink. Agtis looked up with wide eyes and just barely smiled at their adult figure.

“Oh! 1x!” Azure said as he walked over and smiled. He had taken off his hat so he could speak freely, and because he hated that stupid thing, “I see Agtis here found the honeysuckle tree?” Azure knelt down and patted the child, who cringed away from the touch and flicked their hands a bit- not wanting to be touched at the moment. Azure apologized and stood before taking a honeysuckle and had a few and sighed with a smile.

“Ah.. This brings me back,” He sighed and didn’t see 1x roll their eyes when they realized they were about to gush about Two Time, “The cult had a few honeysuckle bushes- and after praying, me and Two Time would go and eat some and chat.” A smitten smile pressed his lips up and hands over his chest. Agtis looked unimpressed before taking them both back to the cabin. As 1x was about to sit back down in their chair- a small tug made them stop.

Agtis pointed at 1x’s white hair. 1x1x1x1 raised a brow, “What is it kid?” They knelt down to the 7 year old’s height. The child reached forward and pulled a leaf out 1x’s white strands.

“Ah, thank you child.” He nodded and took the leaf. A shout from upstairs made them both flinch- Agtis more as they began to flap their hands and cringing. It was no shocker the child hated loud sounds. 1x1x1x1 growled before leaving the kid alone to go make Jason stop beating up Noli all because they got into an argument.

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That night, 1x put the leaf on their night stand, humming quietly as they went to go to sleep. It was a gift now- and he’d keep that shit for life.

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Woods let out a sigh as he got to go back to the cabin as the last man standing only barely 1HP. His body was sore and aching as the wounds he once had closed up forcefully. The once ringmaster sat there, and didn’t hear or see Taph coming up- and didn’t expect to be touched. His mind was still in fight or flight!

Woods let out a panicked gasp and stood up quickly and fell against the table, gripping it as his knees buckled to keep him standing. His face was both scared and trying to look tough- a face ready to fight. Taph let out a shocked noise as he backed up and nearly tripped over the chain. His hood had fallen down a bit and allowed his face to be seen. Taph’s purple and bronze eyes went wide and furrowed in worry, pupil’s shrinking. The poor man thought Woods was scared of him, so he pulled his hood back into its spot and fled, signing sorry a bunch. The others saw and turned to look at Woods, he was still stuck there and looked… stressed. A sigh left Builderman’s lips as he walked over and snapped his fingers in front of Woods’s face to snap him out of his trance.

“Woods, you spooked your boyfriend off.” Builderman crossed his arms, watching Woods’s face looked worried and to the stairs.

“I-I did? How?” He sat against the table, still sore from the round.

“He touched your shoulder, and you sir- freaked out.” Builderman looked unamused. He had always been protective of the demolitionist. Woods sighed and ran a hand through his hair and looked down at the floor, feeling like a total ass. That was his own lover! He didn’t mean to be like that..

“I’m.. gonna go see him-” A slow whisper left Woods’s lips as he walked away upstairs.

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Taph had taken off his cloak and was pacing. Did Woods see him like those Robloxians did? Was he gonna get dumped? Why did Woods jump like that!? He couldn’t possibly have known what Taph had done.. No way! Taph hadn’t told why he was in the forsaken realm, just that he used to work with the Admins as a demolitionist- that’s it. His thoughts were stopped when Woods opened their shared bedroom door. He looked at Taph who stopped mid pace to look at his other half.

“.. Taph- darling… I didn’t mean to get scared-” He walked in and shut the door, letting the lamp on their night stand light up the room. Taph gripped an arm of his, avoiding eye contact. Woods let out a sigh through his nose and walked over, cupping the slightly taller man’s face with gentle hands.

“Taph, look at me,” Woods said in a slightly begging voice, “I swear to you- I’m not scared of you! I never could be, alright? I love you so much…” He whispered, watching Taph’s eyes finally lock with his own.

‘Never?’ Taph signed slowly, worried that this promise would be broken.

“Never.” Woods said again before slowly leaning in and kissing Taph’s soft lips. The other smiled and leaned into the kiss, locking the promise into place.

Their moment was ruined by Chance running in to try and use them as a shield from getting his ass whooped by Elliot for stealing the delivery boy’s food. Woods shooed them out and went back to kissing Taph.

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Agtis was only 5. A fucking 5 year old.

Their home life… was questionable to say the least. Poor kid was born intersex and seen as nothing but a thing by their mother and step father. How could those bastards see such a thing in an innocent creature?

Agtis could barely speak at age 5, they only knew the phrases like: ‘Shut up you thing’, ‘Ew- it touched me’, and the most favored being ‘go to your room and shut up, fucking creature’. Agtis didn’t know what they meant. When they tried to ask, they only got hit with either a hand or being told to go away. Agtis’s first time seeing kindness was when his mother was forced by her sister to take him to the museum. They loved it! So many cool wonders, but he knew nothing of anything.

When Agtis saw this new addition, a cool rock from space, they felt the need to touch it. Even if it was behind glass and it said to not touch without gloves- they found a gap and brushed their finger across it, and immediately began to scream in pain, gripping his hand that from their finger to their shoulder began to turn black. Even with their mother screaming for them to shut up, they didn’t.

“It said not to touch it! Can’t you read the damn sign, you stupid thing!?” She screamed, “It doesn’t need EMS- this is punishment.” Even if she refused, EMS was called anyway, and the child was taken away for good from that household.

The hospital staff was nice to the child, until their eyes went fully white. The staff began to try and… not help them. Their third night in the hospital, no one around- until they heard something.

A large monster standing by their bed, hunched over. It was solid black with pure white eyes just like Agtis, with a wide mouth with teeth that were all sharp and fit together nicely. Dark purple and red accents coated its body. The thing was so massive that it was nearly hitting the ceiling, it was probably 9’2 if not taller if standing straight up. Its arms were longer than its body, making them use it to walk. Even with no pupils, it was clearly staring right down at Agtis. A long black tail moved to the side to poke the child in their black arm and slit it, making black blood come out.

Agtis didn’t even flinch. This caused the creature to gasp, voice distorted and low.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me, little creature?” It sneered, face getting close to Agtis. The child looked down at the cut and back to the other thing, head tilting. They couldn’t speak well, nor understand what ‘afraid’ ment.

“‘Go to your room and shut up, fucking creature.” Agtis repeated, not knowing what a swear was or how offensive the thing took it. A low snarl left the monster but it didn’t do anything. It couldn’t risk hammering this new vessel and have to wait yet another millennium for a host. It just faded away into Agtis mind to try and see their memories to figure out what was wrong with this kid.

By morning, a nurse came to check on Agtis’s arm, and refused to look them in the eye. She didn’t notice that two red pupils in each eye rolled into place and stared at her. Next thing that she did noticed- her throat and guts being ripped out by the kid. Whatever that thing was decided to take over Agtis and feed its long hunger with fresh meat. It made Agtis’s body run out of hospital and hide before anyone could register that a nurse was dead.

“So child, do you have a name?” The creature asking, licking its lips clean before leaving Agtis’s body to form beside the kid.

“... Thing.” Agtis looked up at the monster, seeing it looked shocked then disgusted.

“No no. That is not a name! Fine you’ll be… Agtis,” It sneered and used its tail to make the kid walk by its side, “I am Viplure.”

The two walked so far into a forest, they both didn’t realize that they were no longer on Earth, but in the Forsaken Realm.

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When they stopped to rest, Agtis got a stick and threw it before looking to Viplure and pointed to where the stick went. Viplure sneered.

“I’m not fetching that kid, I ain’t a dog.” It was laying on its side, tail flicking. Agtis kept pointing, even waving their hand a bit, not understanding anything.

“I’m telling you,” It got up and in the kid’s face, “I don’t fetch.” It snarled, and emphasized the word fetch.

“Fetch?” Agtis asked, learning the word, but not the meaning. Viplure sighed and sat, looking down at the child.

“... I’m not doing this because you commanded me to- I’m doing it because I feel sorry for you.” It reminded the 5 year old before going to grab the stick and handing it back. Agtis looked at the stick, and back up at Viplure with a wide smile. It looked down and felt its heart… twist- but in a kinda good way. It sighed and grabbed the child before laying back down on its side, tail keeping the child in place from running away. Even if this kid wasn’t its host, Viplure didn’t think it could harm the child.

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Shedletsky had once been some kind of immortal god- Telamon had been his name. But one day he became this “bum”. His transformation was not something he really thought of, until he began to get a bit of a belly. At first he tried to ignore it, all people have bellies! But then he got bigger, and he was considered “chubby”. Sure he could still run fast and for a good distance, but that didn’t help Chance making a small joke, or Guest elbowing him in the stomach instead of the shoulder. Did he say anything? Ha! No.

What made it the worst was he really liked Builderman, but refused to do anything more than kissing and hand holding. Cuddles or even sex- off the table, a hard ass nope. Even if the lights were off it was still a no from Shedletsky.

Builderman had been the first to pick up on the signs that Shed had been eating badly. He was refusing pizza from Elliot in rounds, eating small portions, and not even having his own chicken when low on health. He clearly cared for his other and waited for a good time to ask about it. That good time? He had no idea.

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After a long and hard battle with John Doe, Shedletsky was clearly not doing well, mostly because his lack of food made him light headed and he was clearly pale. The poor thing barely made it to his room before landing on his bed with a sigh, feeling weak and annoyed that the bed decided to remind him of his weight and creak under him laying down.

A gentle knock on the door made him look over and Builderman entered with a smile and his hair up in that messy bun he used to keep his hair out his face. Once the door was shut he spoke up, “Hey babe, want me to preen your wings? They look a bit messy after that harsh round.” Shedletsky loved when Builderman got the spots he couldn’t, he was always so careful.

“Sure, go ahead.” Shedletsky sat up and crossed his legs, watching Builderman go behind him to begin cleaning. Shedletsky sat there, staring off into space. The silence this time was… different. It was kinda like they both wanted to say something, but refused to. Builderman, after what felt like a while, finally mustered up some courage to speak.

“Hey baby? Are you… doing okay?” He asked, halting his hands to rest on Shed’s wings.

Shedletsky was about to say everything was fine, but stopped. He wanted to be open about his feelings- communication was key. He sighed and looked down, “Not really..” He mumbled, feeling Builderman shift and get up to look his lover in the eye. The first Robloxian stood at the foot of the bed, waiting for more to be said. Shedletsky looked up at him with sad eyes, “Do you… really find me attractive? Even with my belly?” He questioned, worried about either answer. Builderman looked shocked before he smiled softly and leaned down to capture the once god’s lips in his.

“Of course I do my love,” He whispered, putting a hand in Shedletsky’s hair and pressed his forehead on the other’s, “I think you are the most handsome boy ever.” Shedletsky let out a soft smile, feeling the best he had in a few months of his problem.

“Could we… Try cuddling?” He asked quietly, for both of them it would be a huge thing- mostly because they never had before. Builderman smiled and nodded before getting back into the bed, letting Shedletsky get comfortable first. The once god moved to lay on Builderman’s chest, listening to his heart beat- strong and steady. This had been the first time something like this had ever happened for both of them. It was… nice. They both ran cold, and with the nice blanket this once cold room got warm and comfortable.

“I love you.” Builderman said first.

“I love you too.” Shedletsky closed his eyes, falling asleep.

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Ever since the day iTrapped met Chance, he knew that this pathetic gambler would be an easy target for anything the man wanted.

*And he was right.*

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After a round of russian roulette, the two of them decided to get high. Well… Chance did- iTrapped said he would too, but fake ate a few gummies and made sure to use fake coke to snort it up. The dick smiled as he saw how Chance leaned back on the sofa, looking all dopey and giddy. Without a word iTrapped leaned over and grabbed Chance’s face, making him look at the other.

“Awww, is the little boy all high and goofy?” iTrapped teased and got his face closer, seeing Chance crack out into giggles and a smile, thinking that he was gonna get some nice kisses.

“Hehehehe- maybeeee!” He smiled but flinched as iTrapped’s grip on his cheeks got harder and started to hurt.

“How sweet! Now listen up,” His smile fell to a steely glare, “You love me, right?” His head tilted to the side a bit, watching as Chance tried to pull away, but it was more difficult due to the fact that he was under the influence. iTrapped gripped harder, “Right!?” He gritted his teeth. Chance couldn’t tell his partner in crime was putting on an act.

“I-I do! iTrapped- your grip is kinda hurting, could you maybe let go?” Chance asked in a quiet, pleading, tone of voice. iTrapped rolled his eyes and let go.

“You’re filthy, and disgusting.” he sneered and stood up, walking to the kitchen. Chance was left trembling on the sofa, touching his bruised cheeks.

Filthy? Disgusting? Maybe he did get high too many times… Chance looked over at iTrapped leaning on the counter, pretending to cry quietly- hand over his eyes. He knew Chance would stumble over and ask how he could fix everything, and just on cue- Chance walked over, unsteadily. iTrapped whipped out some tears and looked at Chance.

“I’m sorry baby- I didn’t mean any of that! I’m just stressed out from some other things.” iTrapped pouted, watching Chance look down.

“I-it’s alright babe, I understand.” Chance whispered and moved to wrap his arms around iTrapped, “Can I do anything to help?” He asked. Bingo, iTrapped thought as he grabbed Chance and pushed him against the counter with a predatory look.

“Y’know.. There is one way.” He hummed like he was thinking before putting his face on Chance’s most sensitive area, his neck. His hot breath began to seep down Chance’s skin and make him shiver, but not in a good way.

The poor gambler stiffened and looked away, unsure if he really wanted to have intercorse right now- but he’d do anything for iTrapped, “Anything for you…” Chance whispered before iTrapped began to move his hands into places.

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Chance awoke with a loud gasp, panting heavily as he looked around- where was he? Was he still with iTrapped? His trembling body was uncomfortable. His muscles kept tensing- unable to relax. His golden eyes flicked everywhere until something moved. The door to his room.

“Chance?” Mafioso’s voice asked as he stepped into the room, but that’s not what Chance saw. He thought he was seeing iTrapped, and began to panic more, grabbing his gun from the night stand and aiming it at the figure.

“F-fuck off! Get away from me!” He screamed, watching Mafioso put his hands up and narrow his eyes. It wasn’t hard to tell the poor thing was having some kind of nightmare turning into a panic attack with a hallucination- maybe he still had a bit of shrooms in his system.

“Darling, it is I- Mafioso, you’re husband?” He got closer, slowly. Chance’s hands were trembling and unsteady as his eyes were trying to focus. Mafioso flicked on the lights to the room, and sighed softly through his nose as he watched Chance calm down.

iTrapped was no longer standing there, just Mafioso. They were in a spare room- why? Chance looked around, remembering that he had gotten high and Mafioso put him in a spare room for the night because Chance didn’t like sleeping in someone’s bed, married or not, when high. Mafioso walked over and gently took the gun and put it in his back pocket.

“Mio caro- is everything alright?” He whispered gently as he knelt down beside the bed, his hands around Chance’s smaller ones. Chance couldn’t meet his husband’s eyes, only looking down at his hands and still shaking- his lovely golden eyes tearing up.

“I… I’m sorry…” Chance whispered as Mafioso gently stood to hug his lover, rubbing his back firmly in circles, quietly soothing the other man, “I had that stupid nightmare again- iTrapped again- he always does it.. He always-” He broke off into a sob, curling into himself. He hated that memory. The man he thought he loved only used him for money, sex, and pleasure. Thankfully this new man was much better and loved him for who he was.

“Shhh shhh… it’s alright il mio coniglietto,” Mafioso whispered into Chance’s ear, kissing his temple and keeping him close, “I’ll love you the way you should be loved… I’ll love you correctly.”

Chance sighed as his muscles finally relaxed, body going slack. A weak little, “thank you” barely left his lips before he was back asleep and benign taken to their shared bed.

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gang i need ideas

provide me with ideas- but not horny shit cus I'm not writing that

Any ship or non ship is fine with me

(writers block is a bitch)

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Noli had not been doing the best. Voices in his head that could only be The Specter were telling him to ask C00lkkid about his father. Why? He wasn’t too sure, but gave in.

The moment Noli and C00lkkid had a second alone, he turned to the child who was chowing down on a burger. Noli sighed and cleared his throat, “So kid.. You got a dad or something?” He tried to sound casual.

C00lkkid looked up and swallowed his chunk of burger before grinning ear to ear, his dinosaur-devil tail wagging, “Oh yes yes! My father is the best! He used to be an exploiter, he said!” The child didn’t notice how Noli shifted to listen more about this guy. A hacker? Those were too rare to find, but not exactly the most common thing ever. Did he know this hacker by chance or heard of him? So he asked the million dollar question.

“What was his name?” Noli tried to keep his voice normal, but it had a slight shake.

“007n7!” C00lkkid smiled, showing off his little fangs growing in. Noli froze, feeling every part of him go cold. Seven? His best bud? The one who made him take the Void Star? That 007n7? C00lkkid went on and on about his father while Noli sat there, fists gripped under the table as he held in every emotion going through him. This… brat that was sitting right before him took away his ONLY friend! Noli’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping his fists, only for his uncut nails to make him bleed.

The other killers came in and watched the two. 1x1x1x1 was the first to see Noli’s state and decided to try and poke some fun at him. They liked to piss off Noli.

“Kid talking your ear off?” 1x snickered only to stop as Agtis lightly smacked their leg. Noli slowly turned, stood up, and went right to his room. He couldn’t stand to hear this child’s constant blabber!

Noli locked the door and collapsed to his knees, gripping his head. C00lkkid was the reason for Seven leaving, and for killing himself! It was that child’s fault! Noli began to sob, but from anger. His breathing was erratic and all over. He saw on his nightstand a photo of his college years, 007n7 standing beside him with a stupid grin on his face. He got up and went over to pick it up. Noli stared at it for a long long while before gripping it until the framed photo shattered into glass shards and splinters of wood. His hands got cut up. Immediately he regretted it and stared at the blood soaked skin.

“It’s your fault.”

Noli’s head snapped up, he looked around the room and realized the voice was in his mind, but did not belong to him.

“You should kill that child.”
“He caused this all!”
“That child is the reason you are all alone…”
“Do it!”

Noli shook his head, “But… it’s not what Seven would want..” He whispered, shocked he even said that. He wanted that kid dead! But… it was true Seven wouldn’t want his son dead.

“He’ll never know it was you..”
“Blame it on that freak Agtis!”
“Of Bluudud.”
“Maybe John Doe?”

Noli gripped his arms, black smoke curling up and around the room with purple veins along his arms began to glow. His lips parted as he chuckled, then laughed softly, then a laugh, then manic laughter. His grip got tighter. No one would know! He could frame Agtis or John Doe!

“HAHAHAHAH!” He gripped his face, tears still flowing as he found joy in thinking about the child’s dead body, “YES! I’ll kill that little fucker…” He whispered the last part before his head slowly turned to the door and unlocked it. He stepped out and looked around. HIs face was holding this look of.. Of something. It was readable, but the emotion was hard to tell. The killer looked around and found C00lkkid outside looking at bugs with Bluudud, so he walked off the porch to the grass and slowly conjured up a Void Star to use.

C00lkkid and Bluudud heard and saw Noli walking over. Bluudud immediately got uncomfortable, getting up just in case. C00lkkid however, ran up to hug Noli. A brief flash of hesitation washed over the man before he forgot about it and patted the child’s back, only to use his void star to blow up the child’s back.

A horrid and ear burning shriek left C00lkkid as his back exploded and he let go of Noli, falling to his side. His spinal cord could be seen- and it was snapped in half. His sobs fell onto only Bluudud’s ears as he stared in horror, and ran off to get the others. Noli crouched down to the child and used his thumbs to push in C00lkkid’s eyes and then claw at his face. The yells of Guest 666, 1x, and Azure were unheard as Noli kept going. He pulled on the kid’s tail it came off, and used it to penetrate the skin of C00lkkid’s neck. All while he was doing this, his mouth was open to laugh and laugh, taking pleasure in this horrific action. Finally- FINALLY! He felt some utter joy in this annoying place. It was getting stuffy around here to be honest. C00lkkid was dead by now, but that didn’t stop Noli.

He used his hands to snap the neck of 007n7’s child and turning it a whole 180. He only stopped when John Doe grabbed him off C00lkkid’s body and 1x screamed at him.

“NOLI! WHAT THE FUCK!?” 1x1x1x1 slapped Noli across the face, “Why did you do that!? You just killed a child!” They shrieked. Noli only gave him a blank star before he finally took in what he had just done. The body slowly faded away as C00lkkid came back and spawned in the cabin, where Agtis, Jason and Bluudud comforted his cries.

Noli broke free but fell to his knees, staring at the blood on his hands. The blood that was no longer his. The blood of a child.

The blood of his best friend's true happiness…

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Chance used his index finger to close his left nostril before using the open one to inhale the line of powder on the table. It burned, but not as much as it used to when he started to use. The gambler let out a loud and content sigh as leaned back onto his sofa, he could feel himself already feeling more at ease. Sure coke was to wake someone up, but for Chance- it just made him giddy and happy-go-lucky. As he leaned into the sofa more, he saw Mafioso come over and leaned on the back of the sofa, hands folded as he stared down at Chance, his hat blocked his eyes, but his frowning mouth made his expression clear- he was worried.

Chance scoffed, frowning. His body shivered under his lover’s gaze. He licked his lips and got a bit agitated, “Don’t look at me like that.” He hissed bitterly, “I can stop whenever I want.”

Mafioso nodded softly, “Okay…” his voice cracked a bit, “How about right now?” He asked, watching Chance looked away from him.

“... Next week is better,” He mumbled before getting up and going to go gamble, rubbing his black suit sleeve under his nose to remove the powder. Mafioso sighed and looked at his coffee table- still a bit of coke left on the nice maple wood. He grabbed a wet paper towel and cleaned up the table, not wanting anyone to see what Chance was doing.

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“Just one more drink!” Chance groaned as he leaned on Mafioso limply, trying to reach out for the bottle of nearly empty whiskey the mafia boss had to take from the gambler.

“No! You have had too much!” Mafioso snapped, his black furred bunny ears pinned back as he shoved Chance back into a chair and dumped out the rest of the drink into the sink.

“HEY!” Chance shoved into Mafioso, but he was a second too late as the drink was all down the drain, “That was perfectly good whiskey!” He shouted at Mafioso. The boss sighed and shook his head, trying not to get worked up too much. Chance was doing well, a month sober from drugs or drinks, and now he broke it.

“Chance, you’re drunk, have some wat-” Mafioso tried to hand him a glass full of water only for it to shatter on the floor cus Chance smacked it out his lover’s hands. Mafioso gripped his fists, that was a nice one too…

“I don’t need no damn water!” Chance shouted, “I want my whiskey-” he staggered on his feet, his tie loose around his neck, suit jacket nearly falling off his shoulders, and his white dress shirt stained with that orange tinted alcohol. Mafioso didn’t say anything, he knew Chance was beyond reason like this. He just began to gently guide the drunk to their room to sleep this off, trying to ignore the weak punches, or the insults and slurs Chance threw at him.

Chance got to the bed and passed out as soon as he hit the blankets- his shoes were still on. Mafioso sighed and got him out of his fancy clothing, and those nasty ass shoes, before slipping him into some sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Mafioso watched for a long while as Chance’s chest slowly rose and fell.

This was all iTrapped fault… Mafioso remembered how that dick of a person would peerpressure Chance into drinking or taking drugs and got him hooked onto some pretty strong stuff. The mafia boss could only feel pain for his love, this wasn’t his fault! But he knew that it was Chance who wasn’t putting in his all to try and be normal again. Mafioso got out of the bed and to the balcony and began to have a smoke, trying to calm himself down from the night.

Behind him the bed creaked and he felt eyes on him. He knew Chance woke up and was staring at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, I can stop whenever I want.” Mafioso scoffed and flicked away the cig, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Chance moved off the bed and wrapped his arms around the larger man’s waist.

“Okay, how about right now?” He asked quietly. Mafioso chuckled a bit, he remembered having his conversation a few months ago.

“Only if you try to stop taking drugs and drinking so much.” Mafioso turned to pull Chance closer and kissed the top of his head. The smaller man took a moment before nodding.

“Fine..” He mumbled before passing back out. Mafioso rolled his eyes softly and carried Chance to bed again before they both fell asleep- in each other arms for the fist time in nearly a year.