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@hcneycakc-blog
literally just popped on here to say i’ve just noticed my discord seems to have ..... deleted a lot of people & i’m unsure how long it’s been like that or if people think it was me. if anybody i had on discord still wants to talk, my discord is brokenhearted#4154 & i am still over at @fircytragcdy being super trash & having a billion muses !
i suck at these kind of things and i’ll probably end up repeating myself as per, but my discord is brokenhearted#4154 and i have an indie over at @fircytragcdy where i will have the four muses i had here, just a little different. i wasn’t here for all that long compared to some of you, but i really enjoyed the experience and the friends i made. i’ve loved meeting all of you and i hope i get to write with you again.
COLBY:
it was standard to see each other with a beat up face now, that’s how it had been since the day they meet. both rio and colby joined the cobra’s around the same time, quickly becoming friends; surprisingly. colby had never been good at making friends, but there was something about rio that just worked for him. after the hookups started, things changed between them, colby’s feelings developed but he was good at hiding them, he always had been. “not when you’re the friend, prick.” colby shook his head, eyes focused on where rio’s knuckles were pressed into his thigh before they drifted up to look at his face. his gaze stopped at rio’s tattoo on his throat, staring at the obvious love bite in the middle of it. “been with vanya, huh?”
rio and colby had been fast friends. joining a gang at the same time could do that for you. but it was good, rio needed someone that didn’t know about his past. thing was, he had only told a handful of people in his life (colby now being one of them), but people knew. people knew about pablo vasquez and the marks he left on his children and his wife. they never said anything, but the looks were enough. and colby didn’t look at him like that and it was really fucking nice. but things had changed since the first time they had hooked up. colby wasn’t just his friend, rio would lean on him a little more than was probably necessary. “well, you know, that kinda hurts my feelings, colb. not that i have too many of those these days.” what a lie. rio felt more than anyone did, he imagined. rio watched as colby’s eyes moved from where his knuckles pressed into his thigh and then to his throat. he frowned a little and then it dawned on him. vanya had a thing for biting his throat. his fingers ghosted over the love bite and he had the decency to blush. “mhm.” rio bumped his hip against colby’s knee and bit his lips together. “what are we drinking, colb? don’t make me ask three times, man.” better to change the subject than to dwell on how tense this was.
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COLBY:
“rio vasquez.” he’d been sitting on his kitchen counter, making himself yet another drink when he’d heard the door - the unmissable screech when it slid open. when he’d converted the warehouse into some kind of plausible place to live, he never fixed that door; making it a little bit of security so no one would sneak on him. “the fuck are you doing in my house, my dude?” nicknames were colby’s thing, he’d give someone as many nicknames as he could, probably in the same sentence. “miss me, did you?” // @hcneycakc
“colby santos.” rio was a little beaten up, but that was quickly becoming a normal thing for him now. he didn’t want to go to bash again, it was becoming too much of a habit and he was trying to be a little more independent. how could he always be running to him when he had a life of his own to deal with? “what, i can’t drop by and see a friend?” rio frowned a little and leaned against the counter, pressing his knuckles into colby’s thigh. “maybe. but you’ll never get it out of me.” he paused. “what are we drinking, huh? i want in.”
This is so pure
FERAH:
Ferah waits until everyone clears out, even shoots a smile or two in the direction of those waving at her, calling her some hero for saving the poor girl. Pfft. if they only knew. Good publicity is welcomed publicity but this wasn’t a stunt. She was going to make sure Richard Wells gets his. One way or another. Vindictive was part of who she was. once the fanfare is over and it’s just her and Honey, Ferah reaches for the woman’s hand and interlaces her fingers with hers. “Come on. Daniel asked for you, Miss Honey.” And there’s that playful tone, a wide smile following by a hint of laughter as she crosses the street with Honey and knocks on the passenger window. Daniel opens the car for them and they climb in, Ferah finally feeling the rush. “Hello, Miss Honey. Miss Ferah, you need to be sure that Mr. Rider doesn’t find out about your escapades with Wells over there. Or Mr. Espinoza for that matter.” Ferah rolls her eyes and nods. “I know. I wasn’t going to let her get man handled by that guy.” She glanced over to her…friend? and smiles. “Where to, miel?”
honey smiles politely as she watches ferah, listening to the people dispersing and talking about what had happened. she was sure some would think it was set up, but it had really been a coincidence that ferah was there when that had taken place. and honey was glad for it, too. she hardly needed axel on her back about hurting yet another client. it wasn’t her fault if they were so damn handsy when she said no, was it? she laughs when ferah speaks and shrugs. “daniel loves me, that’s why. it’s hard not to, don’t you agree?” honey winks and allows ferah to take her to the car. she squeezes her hand and it’s nice. it feels really nice. honey settles into the seat and rests her head back against the headrest. “hi, daniel. it’s been a while. i’ve missed my favourite driver.” her hand rests easily against ferah’s knee and her fingers dance over her skin slowly. “i think yours? yeah, yours. that sounds good.”
📱 Nika: 📲 Aston
Nika: That's smart, but if you ever need time for yourself, give me a call and I'll babysit them.
Nika: No, I didn't! I got it as a gift from some guy because I'm gorgeous?!
Nika: Though.. Aston, I can't keep it, but we both need money so I thought you could work a bit on it, then we could sell it and you can always protect me if needed?
aston: i know. thanks, sis.
aston:
aston: yeah, sure. how did you actually get it?
aston: like i don't have enough on my plate [unsent]
aston: where is it now?
GILLY:
rapid firing of knocks are akin to that of a machine gun, a resemblance further repressed and clouded with the help of alcohol among other cheap and immediate alternatives to therapy. the door opens, and gilly greets honey with the same old wildly boyish, full-of-mischief grin. “honey, i’m home…” as always, gilly acts as if nothing has happened between them. as if they didn’t disappear for over a month. flicking the cardboard box open reveals a half-eaten pizza, and gilly shoots her a quick wink. “ta-da!! bet you’re starving, pretty girl. i got your favourite.”
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“alright, fucking hell. i’m coming.” honey wrapped the dressing gown tightly around her frame as she rushed to the door. she hated to think of what was behind it, but this must have been important with the way they were practically knocking down her door. she pulls the door open, mouth falling open a little as she sees gilly standing there, holding a pizza box. her eyes narrow and she scoffs, slamming the door in their face. what the fuck were they playing at? coming to her apartment like this? like they had just popped out to get food and come back with it. her blood was boiling and she pulls the door open roughly, staring into their eyes. “who the fuck do you think you are, gilly? what the fuck are you fucking playing at, you fucking prick?” she sees red, that much is obvious. it’s only when mrs. wood from upstairs pulls her door open and shouts down at them that honey realises how loud she had been shouting. “watch your language! and have your shouting match inside your home!” she has the decency to look a little flushed and she grabs the collar of gilly’s shirt and drags them into the apartment, closing the door behind them. “seriously, gilly. what the fuck are you doing? fucking off for a month and coming back like you’ve been gone for thirty minutes instead of thirty days.”
📱 Nika: 📲 Aston
Nika: Boo, where are you? You okay?
Nika: Got a car, an Audi..
Nika: Thought about selling it and splitting the money.
Nika: You 40%, me 60%.. what do you say?
aston: i took the kids out of town for the day, think we all needed it.
aston: where did you get an audi?
aston: did you steal it?
AXEL:
axel would have to admit that, of all the things he could have expected when he first arrived in valdez fifteen years ago, none of them included everything that was going on now. truthfully, he wasn’t ever supposed to make the city his home. it hadn’t been part of his plans to settle down here, but it seemed that the violence-ridden town had a way of sucking someone in until they were so entangled by the webs and the connections that they could barely find their way out. so many connections. there were a lot of possibilities at first. many paths for him to choose from and explore. a lot of people to meet and charm ( or annoy ) at his discretion. over a decade later and the spark seems to be almost gone. he’s explored nearly all the possibilities that he wanted to. met all the people he was interested in. made some acquaintances, some enemies. some friends, even. and of course, it wouldn’t be complete without some romance thrown into the mix. one of the things he really hadn’t expected was to get into a serious relationship. they had never been his thing. he was bad at them. had tried a few times throughout the years, but in the end they all crumbled down. with topher, it had been different. a year spent together, and axel hadn’t managed to make the other man hate him ─ or at least he doesn’t think he did. things were changing now, though. he was changing. there was a little voice ringing in his ears and he didn’t know for how much longer he would manage to ignore it. destruction. that’s what it wants. destroy, destroy, destroy, until there’s nothing left. it’s easier that way. hate is easier. ❝ tense? ❞ he asks, quirking his brow as he takes a step forward. ❝ depends on your perspective, i suppose. ❞ could be worse, is what he means. ❝ go ahead ─ ask what you want to ask, topher. ❞
in his forty-five years of life, topher had had one relationship. it had lasted a year and it was good. and it had been with axel. axel had been the only person outside of his family that topher had ever really let his guard down with. he felt safe with him, like he was home. of course, it had ended, as all things did. the feelings part of it, at least. they still slept together on occasion and topher was beginning to think it was a mistake. as far as he could tell, in the six years since their relationship had ended, his feelings for axel had never really dissipated. he thought they had. hell, he had hoped they had. but they seemed not to have moved a muscle. his sisters all still asked about axel, when he was going to come to the next family gathering. it had his heart ache and bile rise in his throat. he hated how much they fucking loved him. didn’t they realise he was trying to forget about him? topher remembered his eldest sister telling him that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. topher had done that. it had yet to work. and it was stupid, really. they weren’t anything more than friends who slept together sometimes. friends was a term that topher used loosely in this situation, too. it was hardly like the pair of them met up for lunch and discussed their lives together. they just two men who liked to fuck. and it might have killed topher to accept that, but he had. whatever feelings that remained for axel were ignored and buried down. deep down. as stupid as that was. it was working. until now. until he had heard what axel said on the phone. about an unborn child and being married. god, that twisted like a knife in his gut. the idea of another having axel’s word to cherish them forever. the details were something topher wasn’t sure he would care about, but he knew they mattered. but to him, it didn’t matter why he was married or to who. just that he was. “it’s none of my business.” he doesn’t want to know. it’ll only hurt more if he knows. he inhaled sharply and folded his arms over his chest. why did he have to do this to him? be the only man he had ever loved and look so good all the fucking time. “congratulations. for both the child and the marriage. i guess it’s been a busy two months for you.”
Your father didn’t love you , so you assume no one else would either
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