dysfunctional relationship au with lots & lots of cheating and drugs which causes six am arguments that have them both in tears and one of them slamming their fists against the wall in anger because no matter what they’d never hurt the other & drinking the nights away until they’re arguing at three am with a blunt rolled in muse b’s fingertips and she/he’s passing it towards muse a because he/she knows it’ll shut them up, regardless of the tears rolling down their cheeks & getting high together on a daily basis because they know that’ll lead to blissful sex with soft touches, tender kisses, and genuine compliments & break ups that last for a day, not even that, until they’re running back into each others arms with the full intention of fucking each other into oblivion because they can’t get enough of each other & then it’s repeated, over and over because like hurting each other, gives them something to spur their relationship on and it shouldn’t work but it does and despite all the silly tears and fights, they love when they’re wrapped up in each others arms because that’s where home really is.