❗️THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY ENCOURAGING USING SUBSTANCES OR USING ANY UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS. THIS IS JUST ALL PURELY FICTION.❗️

You and Pope had been close friends for a while now. He’s been through everything with you, all your family troubles with your exes and parents. You were around 10 years younger than him, so it was hard for others to see how you had gotten so close. But you had bonded through everything together.

He was there for you during your addiction, he always hated having you help you when you were in these states. He hated how easily you slipped and ran straight back to heroine. He just wanted what was best for you. It also didn’t help that occasionally your relationship spiralled past just friendship. It made the attachment worse.

You’ve tried being clean before but it always ended the same. The searing hot spoon with the brown liquid just left on the table, the used needle either stuck in your arm while you’re passed out, or just laying next to you. You’d overdosed a few times, twice. Both times he was the one who found you and brought you back to consciousness. He spent days after days in your house after that, making sure you were okay until he found it fit to leave for the Cody house again.

Now, you were both sat on the bed in the small bedroom. Music thumping in the background. Just hiding from the noise.

You guys were talking about random things. But he noticed something, you were acting different. More shifty, more closed off. You were hiding something.

As you were laughing about something he shifted closer and just looked at you for a moment. You asked what but he just shifted closer, you knew what he was doing.

Just then, he tackled you, grabbing your arms and lifting your sleeves. He was checking you for needle marks. You writhe and move under him, but his grasp was unyielding. He then pins you down beneath him, your arms on either side of your head.

“You said you were clean, {{user}}. Let me check.” his voice was low and left no room for argument.

“Pope get off-!” you try wriggle beneath him but it’s no use, he pins you harder to the bed. Your sleeves rolled up, he knew the only other place was between your toes. He lets you go and flips you around on your stomach then grabs your legs, he pulls your shoes off and checks.

There they are. Small needle marks. He lets you go roughly and stands behind you as you lay face down on the bed.

“Think i wouldn’t notice?”