BOTDF ADOPTED ME!?

Wake up please!

I just want to tell you that in this chapter there will be a detailed description of selfharm, drinking, and smut. I will put a warning at the beginning and tell you when it's over. Thanks.

*TJ'S POV*

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After Dahvie and Jayy got me settled in they called their friends, including Andy, CC, Ashley, and Jinxx from BVB, Jake was sick, all of BMTH, SWS, PTV, p!atd, fir, and atl. "ITS TIME TO PARTY!" Jayy screamed from the kitchen, already drunk off his ass.

------ drinking starts now ------

So I figured Why not? If everyone else is gonna drink why shouldn't i? I went downstairs and snuck to the fridge, just in case Dahvie was still sober, and grabbed a beer. I opened it and took a gulp when Dahvie walked in. "What the hell are you doing? You are not 21, therefore, until I'm drunk off my ass you will have no more than that beer." Seemed reasonable.

"What's up bitches!" I heard a British voice scream from the front of the house. Looks like BMTH is here. They stormed into the kitchen, all but Oli were drunk already, and he went right for the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of vodka.

That was all it took for Dahvie to grab his Jack and get drunk, in a matter of minutes he was toasted, so I finished my beer and mixed up a little, but powerful drink I like to call "the roaster" it consists of vodka, rum, tequila, fruit punch, whiskey, and lemon juice. I took it with me in the living room, Jayy saw it and asked me what was in it, so I just handed it to him, he loved it and asked for another one to give to Andy and Ashley. I went back and started mixing.

About half an hour later everyone was in front of the little bar thing the guys had, asking for one, I soon ran out of whiskey, rum, and lemons, so Dahvie called a guy who brought over about three cases of everything I needed.

About one case, ten piles of barf, and three people passing out on the floor later, I was drunker than Dahvie, and my mind was cloudy.

------ drinking over, smut begins------

I saw Jayy over in the corner and might I say, damn, he was lookin fine! I called him over, getting just slightly horny, and judging by the tent in his pants he was too. We went upstairs and he pushed me up against a wall, his lips just above mine, I wanted this, so did he, but he was gay, we didn't care.

I crashed my lips on his and let me hands roam over his chest and sides, moaning into the kiss, he lightly slapped my thigh, telling me to jump, I did and wrapped my legs around his waist. Not breaking the kiss. He carried me to his room and lightly pushed me on the bed, "Jayy, y-you're-youre g-gay, this isn't-" I was cut off by a moan from deep in my throat as he started kissing down my neck, finding my sweet-spot.

He pulled his shit off, exposing all of his amazing tattoos, "there's this thing, called bisexual," and with that I yanked my shirt off, and went back to kissing him. His hands fumbled with my bra, once he got it off he kissed down my chest and started sucking on my nipple, pinching the other while his free hand went to my pants, pulling them down. "Are you sure?" Awwwwe! Even when he's horny, drunk, and wanting to fuck like rabbits he's polite!

I palmed him through his pants, not trusting my voice, he moaned and pulled both of our pants off, lining up to my entrance, teasing me. "Damnit Jayy! Just fuck me already!" I mumbled, he didn't even say anything, just started thrusting in and out of me.

"Y- you're s- so tight!" He moaned as he hit my spot, I screamed out in pain and pleasure, he pulled out and stood up, I whined at the empty feeling. He stooped low, kissing my sensitive area. I grabbed onto his hair and bucked my hips up, fucking his face. He stood up and I leaned down, admiring his length before taking him in my mouth, not caring where it had just been. He grabbed my hair and bucked his hips, forcing me to take him deeper, I swirled my tounge around the tip, the action making him cum in my mouth, I swallowed all of it.

------ smut over ------

I fell asleep next to Jayy, sweaty and drunk. The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache, but that was nothing compared to the panic when I felt the quilt rub against my bare chest, I looked beside me, knowing what I would find. I panicked, shaking Jayy awake, "D- did last night r- really happen?" I asked, already pulling the quilt up, the shoving it back down,

"Fuck!" We both yelled at the same time. "I- I think I have an after pill, but oh my god, how, why? You're gay!" I said, pulling my clothes on, I hope no one heard us. I ran to my room, grabbed my "special box", it only held three things, my best friends, my shiny, sharp, small, best friends.

------trigger warning------

My hands started to shake as I took the pill, just to be sure, and walked to the bathroom, locking the door. After looking in the mirror I took out my newest friend and started the shower, I needed to take a shower anyway. I also turned on the radio, turning it to the only station I could find that played Eminem, 3AM was on, huh. I stripped of my clothes and just stood under the water for five minutes, then washing my hair and body. I looked at my friend for a while, the picked it up, and let it dance on my arm, stomach, and thighs. For each cut I made I went deeper than the last, watching the blood flow down the drain with a smile, I started to get dizzy. I could faintly hear someone yelling from behind the door, but everything went black as soon as the door opened.

------trigger over------

*Dahvies pov*

Jayy told me what happened, and in great detail. I heard the water in TJ's room running, it had been for an hour. I started to get worried, knocking on the door I heard a song, 'cutting and bruising up the skin-' that was all it took for me to try opening the door, it was locked, I yelled for her, yelled till my voice was raw, yelled more than I have ever yelled, I couldn't let my baby die, I saw red and knocked the door down, running to the shower, faintly hearing the thump of her limp body hitting the floor. I saw red, more than what was clouding my vision. It was running down her arms, stomach, and legs. I knew what she'd done. Please, TJ, please wake up, please! I thought.