I got this idea from my short friend Chilly, aka ohmwrecker-pecker

Here are two fics that I don't see myself finishing, but I thought would be nice to just get out of my drafts.

Feel free to use them as inspiration or whatever :)

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(H2Obrohmtoonz) (Jan. 2017)

"I told you not to run, Jonathon. That's what you get."

Ryan picked him up from the icy ground, helping him inside so their boyfriend could look at the damage done, and give Jon a proper scolding.

Jonathon winced when he sat down, a small pain shooting through his body, but he tried his best to ignore it, putting on a smile and giggling to his boyfriend.

"Instead of telling Luke, you could just, ya know, kiss it better?"

Ryan smiled lightly at this, but shook his head and went behind the chair, voice light and filled with an airy happiness that radiated throughout the room.

"As much as I'd like that, I don't want to have Luke yelling at me for not letting him check out the damage."

Jonathon sighed, wiping the blood off his knee and taking a wet cloth from Ryan's hand, who had gotten it for him to clean himself up with.

When they heard the soft clicking of a door opening, Jon looked behind them and held his breath, waiting to see Luke rushing to his side.

But instead, it was their other lover, Bryce, who did what Luke would've and rushed to Jon, taking in the blood and bruises on Jon's body.

"Jon! What did you do this time?"

He said it with a sigh, and Jon smiled, looking up to Ryan, who was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"He was running up the driveway and he tripped and fell on the ice."

Bryce shook his head, exhaling sharply before going into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

When he came back, he leaned down to lift Jon's leg up on another chair in the kitchen, and Jon kissed his nose innocently, but Bryce rolled his eyes, the soft smile on his lips letting Jon know he wasn't completely mad.

"Luke's finishing up editing a video, and I know he'll want to deal with this, so just keep the cloth on it while I grab him."

Jon huffed, watching as Bryce disappeared behind the door to Luke's editing room, and when he came back, Luke was there, raising a brow, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the trouble maker.

Jon shrugged, keeping the cloth on his injured knee while smiling, watching as Luke came by his side, taking things from the first aid kit and getting ready to clean his wound.

He looked up at Jon from his position on the floor, and gave him that look, one a mother would give to her misbehaving children.

"How many times have we told you not to run when it's icy out?"

Jon shrugged again, but played along, using his humor and charm to try to get out of the scolding.

"I mean, can you blame me? I just wanted to get inside to my other two amazing boyfriends as soon as possible."

Ryan chuckled at that, knowing he was sucking up to Luke, because when Jon did something bad or stupid, Luke became this mama bear that would chastise him for his idiocy, and then promptly make sure he was okay.

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(Ohmlirious) (Jan. 11 2017)

How many times was he going to do this to himself?

Rough hands clawing at a raw throat, mind begging to produce words coherent to the world, but unable to do so much as open his mouth.

How many nights was he going to dwell on the past?

Gasps and pleas pervaded the air, begging to be let go from this constant pain, this nightmare that would only get worse.

"Maybe if you didn't get in bed with another guy, this wouldn't be happening."

"Maybe if you actually stayed and listened for once, everything would be fine."

"Maybe if you didn't threaten to leave for good, he wouldn't be six feet under."