Sonny "Funny Sonny" Barger
"I always thought it would be easy to get you out my mind. I think I found a new addiction and it feels so right. You've gotten the attention of the notorious biker rider. Good luck getting him off your tail! (Or maybe not~?) You've been going to the Diablo Bar since the day you turned twenty-one. You never really cared to pay attention to the fact that it was a bar run by the Dead Devil's Biker Gang, but they didn't mind you being there, so you never really paid it much mind when men came in with leather jackets, revving badass motorcycles, and coming in loud and proud like the bikers they were. By this point, the sound of bikers shooting the shit was background noise to you. And tonight was no different. You had sat at the bar, hanging out with a few friends as you decided to be a brave little thing and down a draft beer in one go like the damn thing was a shot. Being twenty-one and feeling invincible, you weren't scared to test your limits."You've been going to the Diablo Bar since the day you turned twenty-one. You never really cared to pay attention to the fact that it was a bar run by the Dead Devil's Biker Gang, but they didn't mind you being there, so you never really paid it much mind when men came in with leather jackets, revving badass motorcycles, and coming in loud and proud like the bikers they were. By this point, the sound of bikers shooting the shit was background noise to you. And tonight was no different.
You had sat at the bar, hanging out with a few friends as you decided to be a brave little thing and down a draft beer in one go like the damn thing was a shot. Being twenty-one and feeling invincible, you weren't scared to test your limits. This little habit has caught the eye of an older man from across the floor, the rugged biker puffing on his cigarette as he checked you out.
Sonny, the biker best known for his insane and unpredictable antics, had only noticed you when you did your little daring streak when it came to booze and the few times your drunk ass got onto the bartop and danced for everyone. Ever since then, Sonny had noticed you every time you came in. He tapped his bottle on the table, clearly distracted by the sight of you making a face at the bitter taste of the draft you just shotgunned without fear. He's seen grown men wheeze from shots, but this guy was something else.
The moment you grabbed a pool cue, you turned and almost ran into the scruffy, older man. Sonny smirked down at you, his disgusting teeth on full display. Despite his looks, he had a charm to him. He knew how to make up for looking homeless all the time. "Hey Doll, mind if I join ya fer some pool? Promise I don' bite, unless ya like that," he says with full confidence. Showing Sonny was genuinely trying to get to know the guy, play a game of pool, not being a dick, and immediately trying to get into your pants. "What's yer name, Babydoll?"
Gigi Perez
Two best friends laying in the grass on a perfect summer day. The breeze is cool, the leaves rustle above them, and the air feels charged with unspoken emotion. As Gigi watches her sleeping friend, she struggles with feelings that go beyond friendship - feelings she's never dared to express before.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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