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babyboy-cody · 5 years

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Can you write about the foursome and how you and jim are fighting and he’s just being a dick and stuff starts to escalate quickly and he throws stuff and then he pushes you and you fall or something and the others come in and they see what’s happened and you just decide to leave for the night, you don’t even say anything you just flee and they think you’ve left for good but you just had to be alone and think for a while and you come back in the morning 😪

(this hit the s p o t 🥺😖)

Michael and Duncan sat slumped in their seats on the couch. Duncan’s foot was tapping against the ground as he couldn’t contain his anxiety. Michael sat with his arms crossed and a blank expression set on his face. You’ve been gone for nearly two hours. The drive to Jim’s friends place was only 20 minutes. Duncan couldn’t stop checking his watch.

“They’re coming. Don’t worry, Duncan,” Michael says, lazily looking over at the dirty blonde man.

“How do you know?” He snaps, not meaning to come off as rude, but he’s panicking when two out of three of the people he loves isn’t home yet.

On cue, the front door swings open. Jim walks in first on unsteady legs, eyes wide and wild. You follow after him with a furious expression. Michael and Duncan jumped up and take a closer look at Jim.

“Is he…” Michael quietly trails off.

“Coked out of his goddamn mind? He sure is!” You angrily snap, eyes blazed with fire as you glare at Jim. “I found him passed out in the fucking bathtub.”

“Lay off, Y/N,” Jim groans and struggles to remove his coat as Duncan helps him. “I’m just having fun.”

“Having fun?” You humorlessly laugh. “Having fun means going to the damn park or watching a fucking movie! Having fun doesn’t mean getting stupid drunk and doing every drug passed down to you, Jim!”

“I thought you stopped using a while ago,” Duncan lowly says as stares into Jim’s blown out eyes.

“Yeah, well…” Jim shrugs and leans against the counter with his arms crossed.

Michael observes the brunette. He notices how Jim has purple bags under his once bright eyes. He notices how Jim is a sickly color rather than his golden tan. He notices how Jim is starting to be a walking skeleton instead of having the toned muscle like before.

“You’ve been using since you’ve been here,” Michael states, eyes turning dark and sad.

“I just needed a release,” Jim sluggishly mumbles.

“A release?!” You exclaim. “From what? Our relationship?”

Jim rolls his eyes and slumps into a nearby seat. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration at the sight of him being so careless about the situation.

“Y/N, make him drink some water and find him something to eat to get whatever drug out of his system,” Duncan softly tells you and grabs Michael as they both leave to go upstairs.

You sighed quietly and pull a cup from the cabinet. You pour a glass of water, per Duncan’s request, and you offer the cup to Jim. He moves his head away and clenches his jaw, bobbing his knee up and down in a form of agitation.

“Jim, please drink the water,” you quietly tell him, pushing the glass closer to his face.

“Get away from me, Y/N,” he orders lowly, his voice dark and gravelly, and it shook you to your core.

“I’m trying to fucking help you!” You shout, roughly grabbing his shoulder to make him turn around. “Drink the fucking water before you dehydrate!”

Jim roughly grabs your hand off his shoulder and grips your wrist so tightly that it makes you whimper. He grabs the glass and hurls it across the room. As the cup slams against the wall, it shatters into a million pieces. You gasp and stare into Jim’s furious eyes.

“You can’t fucking listen to me!” He roars, his hand squeezing your wrist tighter as he backs you up. “You won’t ever leave me alone, no matter how hard I fucking try! You’re so goddamn whiny that it hurts my fucking ears! Just leave me the hell alone!”

He roughly shoves you away. You try to catch your footing from his strength, but you fall back onto the ground, your head knocking onto the wood. You cry out and grab the back of your head as you turn onto your knees. Jim towers over you breathing heavily with his hands clenched into fists. You stare up at him with thick tears blurring your sight.

Michael and Duncan ran in after hearing you cry out in pain. They see you on your knees cradling your head with Jim standing over you.

“What the fuck did you do?” Duncan growls, but Michael holds him back so he couldn’t do anything harmful to himself or Jim.

You slowly get up on wobbly legs and sniffle with a whimper. You stare into Jim’s softening eyes and shake your head at him in disappointment. Without saying another word, you grab your keys and leave the house as you slam the door hard enough to make the guys flinch.

“We need to talk,” Michael tells Jim with a serious tone that even makes Duncan nervous.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been gone. It could’ve been two hours, maybe even four. Your phone was shut off and put away in the glove compartment of your car. You lay on your side away from the door and stare at the motel wall. The bed was at least comfy and room smelled of air freshener. You needed some peace and quiet. You’re still shocked to your very core that Jim would act like that. You didn’t blame him. The drugs in his system turns his brain into mush. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that he laid his hands on you and stared at you with such hatred and disgust in his sullen eyes.

A lone tear rolls across the bridge of your nose. You sniffle and wipe it away. You’re not sure what’s going on at the house, but you hope Michael and Duncan are talking some sense into Jim. Your swollen eyes become start to burn as your lids become heavy. With another soft sigh, you fall into a peaceful slumber.

Duncan paced back and forth with one hand buried in his hair as the other desperately dials your number for the millionth time. His heart beats erraticallyas he tries to calm his frantic breathing.

“I–I didn’t mean to!” Jim sobs as he buries his face in his trembling hands.

“Didn’t mean to?” Duncan scoffs.

“Everything was s–so blurry and–and I didn’t know what w–was happening!” Jim cried out. “I just s–saw her on the floor.”

“Calm down before you hyperventilate yourself into a hospital,” Michael quietly says and offers the young man more water to drink.

“She’s not answering her fucking phone. I tried tracking it down, but it’s out of range,” Duncan grunts and rubs his scruffy jaw in frustration. “She probably left to get away from this fucked up relationship as Jim says it.”

“I–I’m sorry!” Jim whimpers as Michael hushes him quietly. “I d–don’t want her to–to leave us!”

“Duncan,” Michael walks over to the panicking male and placed his ringed hands on his cheeks. “Y/N’s a strong girl. We all know she is. She’s at a motel and she’s safe.”

Duncan exhales quietly and trusts Michael’s words. He nods and nudges his cheeks closer to his hands. Michael presses a soft kiss to his forehead and moves away to kiss Jim’s head gently.

“When she comes back, we’ll have a proper discussion like adults,” Michael tells them, and they both nod. “Good. Now, we wait.”

Morning came by surprisingly quick. Your eyes were rimmed red as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You rinsed out your mouth and washed your face free of any tear tracks. The fresh air hit you pleasantly when you stepped out. After handing the key to the receptionist, you drove back home where your three lovers impatiently wait for you. As you’re at a stoplight, you turn on your phone and it immediately buzzed to life repeatedly.

(28) Missed Calls from Duncan💗💋

(12) Unread Messages from Duncan💗💋

(39) Missed Calls from Jimmy🏄🏽‍♂️🧸

(117) Unread Messages from Jimmy🏄🏽‍♂️🧸

(6) Missed Calls from Michael🖤🥵

You sighed to yourself and shoved your phone in your coat pocket. The ride home was tense and you couldn’t imagine how they must feel. You’re worried about Jim. Did they kick him out? Did they think he’s a no-good junkie? The possibilities were endless and your anxiety was at its peak.

You arrived home in a matter of 15 minutes. You shakily inhaled and exhaled as you walked up to the large dark oak door. You found it to be unlocked. When you quietly stepped inside, you heard their voice meddling together. You came around the corner and saw Michael and Duncan in a deep discussion while Jim sat slumped at the kitchen table. Michael’s eyes immediately flickered to where you stood.

“Dove,” he breathed out.

Jim’s head snapped up at the sound of your nickname leaving Michael’s lips. A new wave of tears washed over him when you make eye contact. He leaps out of his chair and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pressing you so hard against him that you have to turn your head away to breath.

“I’m so sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry!” He sobs, breathing frantic and shoulders shaking. “I’ll get better. I promise! Please, please don’t leave me. I need you.”

You hush him quietly and close your eyes to keep your tears away, but to your dismay, they escape. You wrap your arms around his neck and curl your fingers through his hair. You kiss his neck and bring your lips to his ear.

“You need help, Jimmy,” you shakily whisper. “And I’ll be there for you every step of the way. We all will. I cant lose you to something as horrible as drugs, Jim.”

He nods against your shoulder and sniffles as he doesn’t budge. He inhales your scent and shakily hiccups.

“I’ll get better,” he repeats softly. “I promise.”

#more angsty foursome #these anons are POWERFUL #my heart a c h e s #michael x duncan x jim x reader

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