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A fic that I ended to read (finally) !
https://sallyxretro-nyc-archived.tumblr.com/tagged/%2Ffinally-waking-up-from-the-nightmare%2F
I thought to recommend to read this fic of Vulgatto (for the people who like to read fanfiction of them or from the jokers) !
Warning: This contains sexual assault or something so,hurt and comfort...
~let me hear you scream~
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[For the longest time now, SAL has felt the need to switch things up. Sure, his and Joe’s sex life is great, but he just needs a change, something new to throw in the mix. He can’t lie. What he has in mind isn’t something that’s foreign to him, though it probably it to his partner. It’s never been anything less than very well-received with other partners, and he hopes to God Gatto won’t back out and tell him to ‘fuck off’ when he decides to try it.]
[He loves Joe, loves making love to him, loves fucking him into the middle of next week. The former heart-breaker is hopelessly in love with the other boy, and he’d gladly shout that much from the rooftops if given the opportunity. He adores his boyfriend with the potency of a fresh batch of drugs. Hell, Joe is his drug, and he rejoices in getting high off him.]
[There’s only one tiny issue. The boy is too goddamn quiet. There isn’t a shred of doubt in his mind that Joe enjoys their sexual endeavors, but he isn’t the type of lover to let loose and unleash raw sounds of pleasure.]
[VULCANO hopes to change that, even if only for once.]
[When he climbs into bed beside his partner, he’s sure Gatto is expecting the usual. If only the young man had an inkling of what SAL has in store for him... He’ll soon find out. though.]
[He starts out slowly, kissing softly at his neck, attempting to work the boy up - really get his motor running before he gets down to business. A hint, without giving too much away, is murmured through a mischievous smile against Joe’s already flushing skin.]
“Ya might hate me for a little while... But ya’ll love me by the end’a this...”
Coming Back Home
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[It’s been a week. Well, in reality, it’s been over a week since SAL left. It wasn’t by his own choice, of course, but sometimes duty calls. A million things have been running through his mind the entire time he’s been gone. Is Joey okay? Is he handling the distance between them better than he himself is? God knows the last trip he’d gone on had been his worst nightmare upon returning. For that reason, and that reason alone, SAL has been excessively nervous for the last leg of the ride. Sure, he and Joe have talked some on the phone, but it’s not the same, and it’s hard to judge his husband’s disposition without looking directly at his face.]
[An hour an a half left of the trip and his legs begin to twitch without him even realizing it, both with nerves and anticipation. He absolutely cannot wait to get home and see the love of his life. This is the longest the pair have been apart since they went their separate ways after high school. Of course, this hadn’t been nearly as hard to deal with since VULCANO-GATTO could hold onto the fact that he would definitely get to see Joe again. It was still difficult, though, being away from the man he adores has NEVER been an easy pill to swallow.]
[Finally! Well after midnight, he finds himself turning the car into the familiar driveway of home, bags forgotten in the car in his haste to see Joe. He practically trips over his own two feet at a dead run to the front door, which he throws open and immediately starts calling out his lover’s name.]
“Joey! Joey! JOEY, I”M HOME!!”
‘intimate’ [idk, maybe? if you're cool with it?]
15. laying your head on someone’s shoulder
Emma hummed softly, closing her eyes as she leaned over to the older man, resting her head against his shoulder with a soft sigh. To the younger woman, it didn’t occur to her that Joe might not like this casual display of friendly affection.. though if he were to express that he didn’t like this, she would quickly pull away. For now though, she merely soaked up the contact.
“I’m really glad you’re here, you know that?” She mused, grinning just a bit. She loved befriending new people, and generally developed a connection with people fairly quickly.
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Emma held up the dress in the store with a soft frown, tilting her head one way, then the other as she considered the article of clothing. It was kind of cute.. but.. yeah she was so bad at shopping for dresses. It was almost physically painful to do so, and often ended up with her drinking or-
Right. No drinking. She heaved a heavy sigh, making a low noise in the back of her throat that was boarder line frustrated. Shopping.. ugh. Perhaps she should have brought Todd with her. At least they could have gone around, fucked with shit and made the day a bit more enjoyable.
She smiled a bit at the thought, looking up and around before she stepped forward into the path of the closest person.
“Excuse me, but what do you think of this dress?” she prompted, light blue eyes gazing at them.
“Public Indecency??”
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[It’s not uncommon at all for Joe and SAL to call up their friends for last minute dinner plans. This just so happens to be one of those nights. They’ve been on a break from filming for a week now, and still have another week to go before the work picks back up, but of course the foursome can’t spend that much time apart from each other. It’s different for the now-exclusive couple, though. Ever since SAL had moved in with Gatto, they spend just about every waking hour together. Tonight? They’re missing Murr and Q something fierce.]
[VULCANO had been the one to make the calls, proudly announcing to his boyfriend that the other two guys had agreed to meet them at their favorite place. It’s an upscale, Thai restaurant with some of the best food in New York City - in their humble opinions, of course.]
[After sharing the news with Joe, he heads up the stairs to get ready for the evening. Sure, they’ve been friends for what feels like forever and have likely seen each other at their absolute worst, but that doesn’t mean SAL won’t spend time to look nice for the dinner. He knows he’ll never have to put on a front for the other guys, especially Joe, but still he’s not about going to a semi-fancy establishment in jeans and a t-shirt.]
[Black slacks are tugged over his hips, buttoned and zipped with care before a short-sleeved dress shirt is pulled over his shoulders and fastened with precision. Hair is combed, though it’s one of those days where his dark curls sort of do their own thing and fluff somewhat wildly atop his head. That much doesn’t bother him too badly anymore. After all, Joey likes his hair that way. Finally, black, plastic-framed glasses are slid over the bridge of his nose, and with a final look in the mirror, he heads back down the stairs to meet his boyfriend in the kitchen.]
[Crossing the threshold, he smiles abashedly as Gatto checks him out in his current apparel before eyes shift upward to meet his.]
“Y’bout ready to go? It’s a quarter to six.”
@scoopskixpotato - *My Sunshine*
I don’t think I’ve done a whole lot of anything but whine for these past few days, but you always listen and to be perfectly honest, you keep me going even when I don’t feel like I can or even like I want to. We haven’t been able to do a lot of talking for a few days, and I can’t even express how much I miss it. You never fail to make me feel miles better, and my face lights up with a huge, cheesy smile anytime I get a message from you. I’m sure to those around me I simply look like an idiot smiling at their phone, but I don’t care because a message from you means more than what they think anyway.
You make me happy, and I’ll always be grateful for your presence in my life. I seriously don’t even remember what life was like before you were a part of it, and the thought of going back to life without you terrifies me. I truly hope I don’t ever let a day go by without telling you that I love you and that you’re not only my FAVORITE, you’re my ONLY.
People may think I’m a little crazy, but at the end of the day, I don’t really care what they think or say because somehow, across the miles of land and sea that separate us, you touched my heart. You’ve impacted me and my life in a way no one else ever has, and I don’t ever want to take that for granted.
Therefore, I’m always going to be sorry for stupid stuff I have no control over. I’m always going to fret over silly things that probably amount to nothing in the bigger scheme of things. I’m always going to be sad when we don’t get to say goodnight. I’m always going to tell you I love you (probably more randomly than not). I’m always going to worry that you’ll get tired of me. Everyone usually does, but I sincerely hope you don’t. Not for a REALLY long time anyway. But I’m also always going to be here, and I really hope that I provide you with the same as what you do for me.
And I’m going to shut up now because I’m getting the feeling that I’m making myself look like a big dope.
Je t'aime chéri <$
*Justice & Closure*
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[He’s known this day was coming for weeks, but hell if that makes it any easier to force himself out of bed, toes curling on bare feet as they come in contact with the cool carpeted floor below. God, why does this have to be so hard? Nerves churn violently in the pit of his stomach, causing his head to spin slightly as he wills himself to stand. Shower. He has to shower and get ready. Putting it off will only delay the inevitable, and being late for a court hearing in which he is the key witness isn’t something he wishes to do.]
[Joe is apparently already up and downstairs, probably cooking a plentiful breakfast that SAL isn’t sure he’ll have the heart to deny, but at the same time, isn’t sure he’ll be able to stomach. Let it go by quickly. Let it be done without a mental breakdown. Let him hold it together for the sake of everyone involved. Let him be able to detail the horrific nature of the physical, sexual, and mental abuse he’d been subjected to without losing it all right there in front of a courtroom full of people. The shame will eat him alive.]
[PLEASE JUST LET IT BE OVER SOON!]
[Cold, cruel anxiety settles over him as he washes up under the rush of hot water. All at once, it feels as if an elephant has plopped its weight down on his chest, an inexhaustible sense of apprehension taking a tight and relentless grip on his throat and making it hard to breathe properly. Dear Lord, not an attack. Not today. He can’t deal with it TODAY.]
[Several moments later, VULCANO-GATTO is fully-dressed and crossing the threshold into the kitchen. The usual greeting is given - arms around his husband’s middle and a soft kiss to the back of his neck. But today he lingers. Today he holds on as if Joe is his very life-source and the only thing guaranteed to get him through this upcoming ordeal. Today he clings on to the man he loves significantly tighter than all the times before.]
[Today he’s scared out of his fucking mind.]
[A tiny whisper against the flesh of his partner’s neck:]
Tell me again... tell me I can do it... please...”
