Warning: Cutting!

Felt like making myself cry today 😮‍💨

And maybe... even you 🤔

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Faz was ready to punch something. Did someone make him mad? No. Did someone make him upset? No. Did someone make him deeply irritated?

Well maybe a little bit..

Faz punched his punching bag that Jamey got him. He growled just thinking about him, he makes him so.. well... horny. Jamey was being his adorable self when he decided to use a new word against him. Jamey just would not quit with trying to get Faz to be rough with him. It honestly didn't bother him, He knew Jamey would never win and I think Jamey knew that as well. Still, it didn't hurt him to try. It all started one morning when he woke up to breakfast in bed. Relax, He didn't cook the breakfast.

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"Good morning!" Jamey shook Faz awake gently. "I ordered Breakfast!" He smiled. Faz yawned and rubbed at his tired eyes. "You ordered breakfast?" He stared at the fluffy pancakes before him. Jamey smiled at him. "Of course I did!" He said and his smile slowly turned into a smirk as he watched Faz grab the fork and cut into his pancakes, "anything for my... Daddy" Faz's hand paused as he was about to eat his pancakes, his eyes narrowed and he looked at him. "What did you just say?" He said, his voice was deep and full of danger. Jamey was brimming with excitement, but he managed to keep it down. "Oh nothing. I just said I would do anything for you... Daddy~" He smirked as Faz bared his teeth at him. "Don't use that word so lightly around me, baby" He warned and Jamey had the guts to look innocently. "Why not? You call me mommy. Why can't I call you daddy?" He took the fork and ate the pancakes on it, giving the fork a little lick. Faz growled, grabbing at the blanket and yanking it off him.

"You. are. crossing. a. line" Faz bit out and looked ready to pounce. Jamey flicked his hair and spread out his legs. "But I really want you~" He said as lustfully as he could. Faz growled out and was about to grab him before he stopped and punched the wall instead. Jamey jumped a bit and looked at him. "No" Faz said and walked out. Jamey blinked before tears filled his eyes. "Did I go to far?!" He shouted after him, but Faz was already slamming the door to the garage.

Olive popped his head in. "Are you okay?" He muttered softly. Jamey sniffled and nodded. "I think mommy went to far" Oil popped his head in too. "Well ya kinda deserved it-" Olive elbowed him and pulled him away roughly. "Ooh~ Love it when you manhandle me~"

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So here Faz was, punching his punching bag, while expelling all his anger out, he must've been there awhile because the sun was down. "Fuck" He said and sat down on his nearby bench. "I wonder if Dinner is ready" He said to himself and got back up, stretching and opened the door. He jumped to find Olive there. "I hate you" He says. Faz raises an eyebrow. "Thanks" He replied deadpanning. Olive crossed his arms with a scowl. "Mom locked himself in his room! He hasn't come out! He hasn't come out all day! All I've heard was crying! Sobbing! He didn't even come out to eat lunch ya dickbag!" he shoved a finger in his chest to emphasize his anger.

That wasn't like Jamey. He would've been in the kitchen, trying to make sorry cookies or maybe even apology cupcakes. He couldn't eat the desserts, but he appreciated all the effort his wife does for him. "What are you talking about? He wouldn't do that" Faz told him and pushed him out of the way, heading towards his room where Oil was talking softly to the door. "We love you, he loves you, Maybe you made a little mistake, but you shouldn't let it take control over you" He pressed his ear to the door, but was only met with silence and stifled sobs.

He sighed and turned around, meeting Faz's eyes. "He won't come out" He said. "Why didn't you just teleport?" Faz asked and tried opening the door. It was definitely locked. Oil shook his head. "No, that's a breach of privacy" Olive tsked and pushed Faz. "Just go in already!" He shouted and teleported Faz into the room. Faz grunted and looked around. "Little brat" He unlocked the door before checking the room. He noticed the bathroom light and headed over there, taking hold of the handle and turning it slowly. "Jamey, look I'm s-" He froze. His mouth agape as he stood looking at his wife, His beautiful innocent wife, with gashes all across his arms, blood seeping from the wounds, all over the bathroom sink, all over the floor. Jamey shook with fear, his eyes wide as he watched his husband witness his greatest shame. Cutting. After Faz left he felt an urge, he made his husband leave him, it hurt so much. He wanted the pain to go away, but it wouldn't. So he decided to make him focus on another thing, all he needed was the razor from the bathroom. "Faz" Jamey started, but Faz didn't hear him. Still shocked, confused, and hurt.

Why? Why did he do this? He's never done this before. It wasn't like him. He felt his chest become heavy as everything went black and all that he saw was his tear ridden wife, screaming out as he fell to the floor.

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Faz woke up sweating. He panted heavily as he looked around. It was still dark. "He checked the time, it read, 5:30 am. "It was all a dream?" He muttered and looked towards Jamey. Jamey was by his side, wide awake. "Are you okay?! You were thrashing so hard!" Jamey asked and stared into his blue eyes. Faz's eyes widened and rolled up Jamey's pajama sleeves. Jamey looked confused as Faz sighed in relief, his arms were fine. No cuts. No blood.

He kissed both his arms gently which only confused Jamey more, but he wasn't complaining. "I'm so glad you're okay" Faz muttered and gave him a small kiss on his lips. Jamey smiled softly and wrapped his arms around him. "Nightmare?" He asked softly. Faz nodded and buried himself in his chest. "You have no idea" He muffled and relaxed himself as Jamey started stroking his hair softly. He was able to fall back asleep easily after that.

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Nvm ended it on fluff