Here's my shot at angst, I hope it isn't absolute shit.
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Unfortunately [ or fortunately, both work depending on what ya like] I always make the characters have a happy ending, I can't bear to hurt my pookies.
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Now enjoy!!
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Ship: Nogla harem
Top(s): Evan • Tyler • Brian • Brock • Marcel • Lui• Jon • Scotty
Bottom: Nogla
AU: Gang
Setting: Irish diner
Type: Angst / comfort • Fluff
Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains mentions of self-harm, mentions of death, mentions of child neglect, mentions of murder/ violence, mentions of suicide, mention of drugs abuse, mentions of emotional trauma, mild gun violence, implications of sexual themes and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger, or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is HEAVILY advised. ‼️ TW ‼️
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Third POV -
David lifted the piping bag, holding it with care and precision. He held it close to the cake, squeezing it just a bit and moving with it to leave a small white dolap. He lowered his other hand to the cake stand, rotating it a few milliliters, just to repeat the process.
Cake decorating wasn't on his bingo card of career paths. But, nothing that's happened in his life really was. This was actually pretty tame compared to what's he's done in order to make a living.
He sighed when his hand squeezed just a little too hard, pushing out more icing than he wanted. He clicked his tongue, setting his piping bag to the side and grabbing the icing knife. He carefully cut the bit of icing off, flattening the spot with the other side before setting the utensil aside and grabbing the bag once again.
Cake decorating wasn't hard. It wasn't stressful. It was quite relaxing, actually. His job was easy. Cake decorating wasn't the only thing he did. He waited tables, made coffee, mixed alcoholic drinks, and sometimes he helped out in the kitchen; cooking foods and baking desserts. He worked five days of the week, from eight in the morning, to ten at night.
It didn't sound easy, but it was the easiest thing he's ever done in his life as a job.
Two years ago, David used to be in a gang. A big gang. It was well known, feared, respected. He was part of a group that helped keep criminals off the street, and took down corrupted businesses. He wouldn't have considered his group Undercover cops. More like vigilantes.
He's had the blood of other men on his hands. The blood of criminals, the blood of backstabbers, the blood of bastards.
Now, the only sort of red liquid spilling between his fingers was raspberry puree or cranberry juice. Sometimes pizza sauce, if he was a little extra clumsy that day.
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bbs one shots
Random*Rewrote the description because the one I had for two years was awful 😭* Anyways, yes this is a BBS one shots book. I will say, the begining chapters are completely ass but I'm too damn sentimental and don't want to take them down, nor edit them t...
