[ wow // song is by nicole dollanganger, there's two different versions of it (the other is just 'angels of porn ii')

warnings: language, i'll tag individual sections with their warnings

also this is kinda short and shitty but it's something to post bc i've got plans for today and don't really have time to write!!

stay safe,
lew. ]

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[ ⚠️: vague sexual situations and like?? awkwardness // fits with the 'like an animal' au ]

After the party that night, all Logan wanted to do was go pass the fuck out and sleep until Zack came to drag his ass out of bed.

He figured Lewis and Alex would've both been asleep, but as he opened the door, faint moans and whimpers told him otherwise.

He had two real options here. One, put his headphones in and go into his hotel room and sleep, ignoring the fact that his best friend was literally getting fucked. Although, Lewis would more than likely freak out and put a stop to everything as soon as Logan walked in there. Or two, shut the door and go crash with Jon and Spencer.

He chose option two.

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The next morning, the four bandmates (plus Alex) met up for breakfast downstairs.

Logan waited until the five of them were sitting down to say, "Hey, Lewis? You feeling okay, buddy?"

Lewis blushed, messing with the zipper of his hoodie. It was zipped all the way up, and unlike normal, he actually had his hood up as well. "I'm feeling fine, just a lil' bit cold."

"It looks like you've got a rash or something, there's red spots on your jaw and what we can see of your neck," Spencer added.

"I'm fine."

Alex cleared his throat, then set down his fork. "So, Logan, where were you last night? We noticed you weren't in the room when we got up."

"I spent the night with these two. Figured you didn't want interrupted while you were fucking."

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[ ⚠️: this skirts around the topics of sexual assault and abuse; i don't know if this is still in ronnie's backstory or not, but i had an idea so yeah ]

"Are you gonna let us see him or not?" Chase shouted, getting vaguely in Ezra's face. That aggressive demeanor faltered when she caught a glimpse of Ronnie, wrapped up in a blanket, through the open door; Then, she looked on the verge of tears as she mumbled, "Please. You can't tell me what all happened to him, and then not let me check up on him."

When Ezra's gaze shifted to Bailey, the younger boy's eyes dropped to the floor. "Ronnie's a good guy. This shouldn't've happened to him, or anyone else. I brought him some stuff- stuff that always makes me feel better."

"If either of you upset him at all, I'm throwing you out," Ezra hissed, but stepped back and let the roommates in.

Chase was careful as she approached the delicate boy, sitting on the other side of the couch to give him room. "Heya, buddy. Glad to see you're out of bed. How are ya feeling today?"

Ronnie just shrugged, pulling his blanket more tightly around himself.

This didn't discourage Chase. She reached out and rested her hand palm up on the cushion between them. "I'm just asking ya to meet me halfway on this. I know what you're going through, and I know it sucks. I'm here if you wanna talk, or if you just need a hug."

Slowly, he reached out and took her hand, offering her an incredibly faint smile. He didn't say anything, but the slight squeeze was enough to tell her they'd be fine.