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Rylan Pratt
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allegranardi:
“Now it’s all ruined, Ry, and we could have had it all,” her words sealed with another laugh, she shook her head upon hearing the next thing that came out of Rylan’s mouth - such a typical Rylan.. and Allegra loved her because of that. “Yes, my vagina is strictly programmed for Rhett. It turns on whenever he’s close by,” ever so slightly rolling her eyes, the blonde chuckled upon realizing how true that actually was. It was only Rhett in her life.. for months it’d been only him. How the hell did she fall for him so much was beyond her, but she did.. and she was craving him more than anything else. And there were no rules.. she wanted him when she was drunk, when she was high.. when she was sober. And they made sure they were sober when they were together, which was also a rather fucked up thing. What was that even? Why were they so keen to be sober when fucking? Was it just that? God, her head was hurting just from thinking about it, but now seeing him with someone else.. she hated it. And she knew she was a bit jealous by nature, but.. “Does he have to do it all the fuckin’ time, Ry? What, he can’t stand on his own? Just has to find another human pole to lean on?” Shaking her head, Allegra threw her half-eaten candy cotton in the garbage before she stopped in her place. “You know what he said to me other day?” She was still confused by those texts.. truth be told, when it came to Rhett she was confused more than ever these days. It was as if everything was out of control. More and more people were finding out about the two of them, yet they were closer than ever to falling apart.. if they could even fall apart considering they were just friends with benefits? “He told me I should date rich snobs. I mean, Nico wants me to date them, but Rhett agrees.. why would he do that? He basically told me I should date other people.”
“We could have had it all, but it’s ruined, a stab in the heart. The biggest loss known to man.” Rylan moaned dramatically as she clutched her chest with her free hand, tipping her head back with a look of distress on her face before it dissolved into a chilled grin. “Look, I’m not judging you if your vagina is programmed to him. Mine is totally programmed to Nate, like it can tell when he’s nearby, it just senses him. My vagina knows when he’s arriving home from work before I do.” The brunette cackled because she was exaggerating but the funny thing was it was only slightly, she certainly was acutely in tune with her boyfriend. She had been even before they officially started dating which now she saw was just another sign they had been in love for a long time - but hindsight was a wonderful thing. Looking over at Allegra’s face while she spoke there was confusion in the model’s eyes because the other looked more distressed than she’d expected. Like she was actually upset by seeing Rhett hug this other woman which was surprising since she’d professed them to just be fuck buddies on several occasions. This looked like the reaction of someone who was anything but, this looked like the reaction of someone who really did care on a whole other level. “No, I mean he is a human pole so I don’t know why he’d need another one to lean against but…” Trailing off she listened to what the man had said, along with her brother as well, eyebrows raising in surprised. For both of them to agree on that made her wonder if they knew Allegra at all because she wasn’t driven by the desire for money, why would rich snobs be the kind of person they thought she was with? Because if it was then Rylan could have set her up with one of those years ago…but she hadn’t, because she just wasn’t. “Wait why did they say that? I mean what was the conversation…wait also…hold up hold up.” Placing a hand in front of her own face she shook her head as if trying to gather her thoughts, because she’d certainly not missed the phrase ‘should date other people’ as if she would miss that. “What do you mean he said you should date other people, did I miss a step? Are you and Rhett dating now, Al?”
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allegranardi:
Popping her own cotton candy in her mouth, Allegra was listening to her best friend as she was talking about Christmas festivals, food and what not, but was silently more than thankful she was finally eating something.. even if it was just sugar on a stick. Unlike of Rylan, Allegra made a stop at some party before meeting her best friend.. it was on her way to Christmas carnival, so how could she not stop and say hello? And have a couple of shots of tequila.. and two glasses of champagne. And double vodka on the rocks. It was really not her fault, and besides, she made her way to Rylan.
It didn’t take long for the blonde to start laughing. “I’m so not making sex eyes at him, no matter what you think, Ry. It’s not like that. I told you, we’re just friends. I look at him the same way I look at you, and besides, you know I’d be all over you if there wasn’t for Nate,” teasing, she let Rylan lead the way to wherever the hell she wanted.. and it would probably be Rhett. Not that Allegra actually minded.. she loved watching him play. It was such an out of this world experience, yet Rhett didn’t even understand how magnetic he was on stage - how strong & sexy his presence was. It was impossible to not be drawn to him. “I don’t think he’s playing yet, I think he told me something about-,” and as they came in front of the stage, some girl was singing. “See, his band is still not on.. “ which wasn’t so bad either because she could say hi to Rhett before he hits the stage.. well, what she really wanted was to throw herself at him, but hopefully she would not do that. “He’s somewhere close by for sure, come..” pulling Rylan towards the stage, she was certain Rhett would be there.. “Look, there’s Jack so Rhett is probably-,” and there he was. Her sentence got caught in her throat, cut in the middle upon the sight in front of her.. Rhett’s arms thrown around some girl while he’s being all smiley - and she knew that smile of his, knew where it would lead. “Nope,” shaking her head, she turned around and pulled Rylan with her.. in the opposite direction of the blonde musician. “You saw that, right? You saw Rhett?”
Rylan knew Allegra had been drinking, not because she could tell by her behaviour but because her mind was so keenly tuned to her want for alcohol she could smell it on her. Even when they’d hugged the smell of alcohol and smoke had caught her nose from the blonde’s hair making Rylan’s heart twinge with jealousy. Normally they’d have done that together - or they’d have blown this festival off entirely to get trashed, but now they had to do more wholesome things. At least Allegra was willing to join Rylan in that sometimes because it would have been fair enough to abandon her for something much better, a lesser friend would.
“No, you don’t look at me the same way you look at him because we have yet to end up fucking. I am willing to put money on the way you look at him being the opposite of the way you look at me.” Rylan sniggered as she took another bite of the cotton candy off the tip of her pointer finger, glancing over at the other with a smirk. “You should have told me that before, I wouldn’t have told Nate where to shove it if I knew I had a chance with you.” To Rylan it just made sense for the two of them to go watch their third friend performing because…well they did everything together, always supporting each other. That was one of the rules of the foursome, unspoken but binding, they had each others backs. Okay so the person currently playing wasn’t Rhett but she let herself be dragged along by Allegra so they could go find him, careful not to drop her tooth rotting snack - it was precious cargo! She was only half way through it so to finish would be a total waste, especially considering how overpriced it had been. “You can sense him, are your vagina senses tingling?” She cackled, still going as they turned a one eighty as quickly as they’d arrived. What the fuck? Glancing over her shoulder to look at the man hugging some unknown woman making the brunette frown. Who the hell was she? “Careful you’re going to give me whiplash. Yeah I saw it but so what? He’s just hugging some girl, it’s Rhett. You know what he’s like A. He likes to be like…touching things…he’s what’s the word…tactile? Is that the word?” Sounding unsure.
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“You want to know the best thing about Christmas festivals? Food options. Literally all of them are brimming with sugar - it’s like you either eat the sugar or you starve. And I can’t stave can I? That would be terrible.” Rylan grinned as she put some more cotton candy in her mouth letting it dissolve on her tongue like it would somehow wake her up a bit. What she really wanted was hot chocolate with baileys in it, or mulled wine like everyone else was having, but cotton candy would do for now.
“Oh hey, you wanna go over to the music section? I think Rhett is playing in a little bit, you can make sex eyes at him from the safety of a crowed where no one will notice.” Rylan teased, linking her arm through her friend’s so they could walk together as she attempt to pull her towards the direction of the stage set up with absolutely no idea it would go down any way other than brilliantly. After all if it was Nate dancing she’d want to watch, it was sexy watching him do something he was good at, no doubt it was the same for Allegra with Rhett. Even objectively Rylan could admit the blonde was damn sexy when he was playing music, and that was from someone who had no desire to fuck him. @allegranardi
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jackhuxley:
That was unexpected. “You trying to give up? What, is today April Fool’s Day, Pratt?” Snorting, he put the pack of cigarettes back into his jacket. “More for me then.” They didn’t know what Rylan’s reason behind her decision was, but they knew they didn’t trust he at all. Rylan was too deep, he had seen her too many times going off the rails. They all did. Rhett was fucked up, Rylan was no better - just like Jack. “Giving up on the cigarettes.. weed is healthier, true that. You know,” he suddenly remembered, “I got a fucking opium seeds back at home. All natural, darling, if that’s what you want. You can come over later or even better, throw a party. We all have fun.” Taking their phone out, they frowned at the number of missed calls, but as if they even cared. Rhett knew Jack never came to anything on time, they never would - what the fuck was he even calling them now? “You okay, Pratt? You kind of don’t look like yourself.”
“You’re fucking hilarious, you know that? A real comedy genius.” Rylan snorted, though there was no mirth in her voice as she crossed her arms across her chest. Kissing her teeth with her tongue as the box of cigarettes were put back in his jacket, instantly wanting to as for him to get them back out again, that she’d changed her mind and would have one actually. Reaching up to scratch the back of her neck she looked away at the mention of harder drugs, swallowing hard. Fuck that sounded good. A party. Letting loose. They could all have some fun. Except she couldn’t and shouldn’t, visualising Nate in her minds eye as she took a couple of breaths to avoid giving in like she desperately wanted to. “Nah, if I wanted to have that kind of party I could throw it myself, we all know I’d do it better than you anyway. However attractive and not at all utterly depressing the prospect of spending time in your apartment sounds.” Glancing over at him she shrugged. “I’m fine, do I not look fine? I’m just fucking cold as hell that’s all. You’re the one that looks like death warmed up here.” Rylan deflected. “Avoiding band practice yet again?”
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rhettmatthewsx:
The moment Rylan left, Rhett followed behind her and closed and locked his door. He could feel himself wanting to cry. Of course he did. Rhett always cried it seemed. He just couldn’t help it. His emotions had to go somewhere and it seemed like crying was the easiest thing. But this moment? He wanted to stay strong. Rylan had genuinely hurt him on Halloween. Not only with her words but her sense of reckless abandon for herself and her unborn child. And as much as he wanted to just…sit around and shoot the shit with her, they weren’t there right now. They needed some time apart.
The rest of the day passed and Rhett barely left his room. The only time he did was to go to the bathroom and to grab his food delivery. He just didn’t want any awkward interactions with Rylan or even Nate. It was just easier to stay away. By the end of the night, Rhett used what was left of his stash and curled into bed, giving him a nice drug induced sleep, which hopefully meant that he would be able to sleep through he night. It had been a while since he could do that and Rhett was yearning for a good nights sleep.
Sprawled out all over his bed, the Brit didn’t even notice someone crawl into his bed until they grabbed his hand and spoke softly. Slowly, he blinked himself awake and he sniffled softly. Without a second thought (as soon as he realized it was Rylan), he wrapped his frail arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, snuggling down with her. His eyes weren’t open, but he was awake, “You don’t need to be sorry.” He spoke, his voice a little froggy, “I was the arse.” He offered, “I’m sorry, darling.” His hand rubbed her back softly, glad to have her there. Rhett was a snuggler, as it were, and he desperately missed his best friend. More than he even thought.
The second Rhett returned her gesture of reaching out in kind she let out a breath, curling into a ball as he wrapped himself around her. Feeling his chin nestle into the crook of her neck she closed her eyes for a second, hands moving to find his, holding them tightly. She knew the things she’d said on Halloween were out of hand but they had come to her lips without any real thought behind them. Simple acts of lashing out because she wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt her, or at least because he’d made her feel a deep sense of being a terrible mother. Future mother. Either. Both.
She’d known what she was doing had been wrong and she’d been caught out, was her guilt because she knew it was wrong or because she had been found out. Maybe a bit of both. That didn’t stop the fear from getting more real by the second as she drew ever closer to the craving she knew would break her, be the undoing of this resolve she’d taken. Each night she stood in front of the bathroom cabinet with the door locked her hands turning white as she gripped hold of the sink with both hands willing herself not to reach out for the orange bottles, not think about how jealous she was that just a few rooms away Rhett could give into his cravings.
“You were, but was too, we were both assholes.” Her heart thumped in her chest as she felt his against her back, them both so thin over their wiry frames there was hardly anything separating them anyway. A couple of bits of cloth, thin skin, ribs. Then she uttered the truth to him that she’d not been candid about with anyone, not even Nate. “I’m scared, because the cravings haven’t gone away, they’re just getting worse.” Rylan swallowed, grateful for the darkness around them that was allowing her to pretend she was hidden from her best friend even as she lay in his arms. “And it’s going to get...” Too much - she didn’t add but was unspoken hanging in the air. He knew what that kind of craving was like better than anyone.
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Drug addiction and motherhood aren't going hand in hand.
Wait what? WHAT?
Why has no one told me this before?!
Thank god you're here oh selfless anon to let me know of this well kept secret!
You think I don’t already fucking know that? That is doesn’t keep me up at night?
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if you could find anything at all under your christmas tree, what would it be?
Nate, in nothing but those grey sweatpants I like so much, and nothing else
Strength
( @nate-jones )
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Who do you trust the most?
Nate, Allegra, and Rhett for all things personal. ( @rhettmatthewsx , @nate-jones , @allegranardi )
Sunny for all things fashion, that woman is a visionary and I lay my fashion career in her hands ( @sunnnymeadows )
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greatest lie you've told?
Greatest as in what was the best one i got away with? Or what was the biggest one? The most badass one? And can I only pick one because i've got a fucking rolodex of the things.
Or do you want one i'm keeping at the moment?
Um um um - my neighbours cat was on the fire escape when i was like...fifteen and I was out there smoking. And accidentally knocked it off the side...i was trying to stroke it with my foot okay it was a mistake!!! I swear i was trying to stroke it's tiny head with my foot. It was a super cute kitty! It was FINE for the record, but it ran off down the street so i guess it didn’t come back.
Anyway when she knocked and asked if anyone in our house had seen him I said no. And then doubled down by claiming I didn't know she had a cat...
Or how about that i'm entirely sober right now. Me telling people I've quit smoking. And my addiction doesn't keep me up in the middle of the night staring at the open medicine cabinet thinking maybe just one would be fine. That I'm terrified of being a mom because i'm going to fuck it up, case in point i smoke when no one is around. I haven't told my parents about being knocked up yet. I pretended I lost the handbag from the Dior shoot I did because I threw up in it by mistake. Sometimes when Nate goes out the room I pour the smoothie's he thinks i'm drinking into the top draw of my bedside cabinet and clean it out when he's gone to work because they occasionally taste like soil. Same with the ones Allegra gives me... It's just when there is too much beetroot in them!
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sunnnymeadows:
Sunny shot her a pointed look, laughter slipping from her lips. It was well known by all of her clients that she went a little crazy when it came to finding the perfect outfit, but it was something she did for herself, too, always had done. “Honestly, he really is my favourite a the moment, you’re lucky the whole rack isn’t his stuff,” she mused lightly, eyes twinkling with mirth. At Rylan’s words more laughter followed and she nodded, immediately pulling out her phone. “What do you want?” This was nothing unusual and honestly, she could use some coffee herself. “I’ll send out and we can get started.” Her gaze moved to the rack again, not letting the other get out of anything too easily. “What sort of conversation?” she asked, immediately picking out one of the outfits.
“I wouldn’t mind if the whole rack was his stuff, you haven’t steered me wrong before. Yet. I guess there is always time for that to change.” Rylan shot her a smile as she laughed, moving onto the next outfit because she had to, if it was up tot he model she would probably have chosen to just go with the red one and call it a day. “Trenta americano - straight up, black.” It was probably too much caffeine for someone in her situation but there was a limit to how much she could give up all in one go and this was going to be the last to disappear. “Thanks babe.” Pulling out a black dress as she made a face of interest, humming under her breath, paired with the right accessories it could be a fucking knockout. “Did you bring accessories or are we just doing dresses today?” When did they ever do just dresses? But she was simply trying to put off answering the question about what kind of conversation, her nerves just building in her chest. “A conversation about how my style might need to change a bit in the near future, we might have some stuff to contend with.” Rylan answered vaguely…biting the corner of her mouth. “Might need to get creative.”
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nate-jones:
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“Weird but good. I like that. Besides, that just means that we have to be creative with some of the things listed.” Nate responded cheekily. He really couldn’t see any negatives when it came to this; he was going to be a father, Rylan is going to be a mother, they’re going to be a little family in just a matter of months… nothing really could upset him. If anything, he was more than willing to accomodate to anything and help Rylan out during these upcoming months. After all, she was the one doing all the work while he was out there, running around in excitement like a crazy idiot. “I like to make sure the offer’s out there. Not that it’s really an offer when it’s… well.. not really possible for me.” Nate smiled lazily as he trailed his hands up and down the side of Rylan’s stomach, still so flat, even if he knew there was a life forming there. If anyone would have told him a year ago, that he would be with the girl he loved, expecting a child, he would not have believed them. Now, he wasn’t even willing to bring it up, in fears that he would somehow jinx it. So, instead, Nate focused on the kiss, letting Rylan deepen in and joinining in just as eagerly, pulling her closer to himself once she settled comfortable in his lap. “Maybe, but I like hearing it.” He teased her between the kisses, his hands moving under her shirt, craving for the warmth of her skin. No matter what, he simply couldn’t get enough of Rylan, even if they had just woken up after sleeping together together; every experience felt new and exciting, and he could only but hope that it would never end. “You know I’ll do that, right? Anything to keep you and our little one happy and healthy.” Nate couldn’t help but laugh a little at Rylan’s little confesion, his fingers continuing to trail up and down her skin. He loved lazy mornings llike this one, where he could just genuinely spend time with his girl. “Gross? I think it’s cute. You become all adorable and sweet, and it’s a side of you I absolutely love. Then again…” He trailed off, leaning in and placing a few kisses against her neck, needily craving more of her touch. “I love every single side of you.”
“Ooh…creativity, I like the sound of that. You know who won’t? My dear roommate and his special friend.” Rylan grinned as she took another sip of the smoothie to keep him happy so she could move across the bed to snuggle him. “Maybe be grateful that it’s not really possible for you because I would totally say we should split it fifty fifty if it was, just so mama could have some nights out while we’re on this beautiful journey.” Her tone was only slightly joking, because while it was exciting that didn’t mean that Rylan wasn’t dreading certain parts of it. More than she’d even vocalised to Nate thus far because she didn’t want to stress him out. He already carried so much on his shoulders, she knew that even before discussing that exact thing with both Rhett and Allegra, who had seen it first hand. “Mmm…you smell like sleepy, it’s so good.” Rylan hummed under her breath as she wrapped her arms around him to deepen the kiss, curling herself up so she was as close to him as possible, lips breaking out into a smile as his hands wandered under her shirt. She was only wearing that with her underwear so it’s not like he had much clothing to get through. “You like hearing it? Alright, then I’ll say it again, I would drink a million smoothies if you were the one who was making them for me. Only you though, don’t let anyone else know that because I don’t want to be constantly given smoothies to drink, I’ll fucking turn into one. I wouldn’t be drinking them if it didn’t make you smile.” Doing just the same as she stopped speaking so she could kiss him once more, rubbing her nose against his once she pulled away from it all too soon. “I know you’ll do that, I know you’d do anything, because you’re just that good of a person. I don’t know how I got so lucky to bag you sometimes…worries me that one day you’ll come to your senses and realise the mistake you’ve made.” Rylan was only half joked, they were having a baby so they were bound together for life now which was an overwhelming thought but it felt right because she didn’t want to ever be without Nate again. Everything with her ex’s paled into comparison, every relationship felt like a sham, because this was the real deal. “What time do you have to go to work today.” She murmured, as he kissed her neck, her hand trailed down to the top of his back. God she loved that he had slept topless. “You’re gross, I love it.”
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rhettmatthewsx:
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From the corner of his eye, he watched as she sat down on his bed and he just continued to pack. If he continued to do that, he kept his mind occupied and that was exactly what he needed during this time. He nodded, “I know you are.” He said with the utmost honesty. He knew Rylan would quit drugs. He knew it. But Rhett wasn’t. He listened to her speak and he appreciated her words but he didn’t think she was getting it, “I can’t live here, Rylan.” The blond spoke, his voice just tired and defeated at this point, “I can’t. A recovering addict living with an active one shooting up in her spare bedroom is a literal recipe for failure.” Rhett shook his head and he rubbed at his eyes for a moment, “I know you wouldn’t steal my stash,” Rylan wasn’t stupid enough to use the shit he used, “But that doesn’t mean you won’t be encouraged to go back to the shit you do now.”
Rhett idly ran his tongue along his lips as she spoke, listening to everything she said. Her worry for him was always something that he appreciated, even if he didn’t say it out loud. She knew him better than anyone. Shit, she probably knew him better than Allegra. Allegra didn’t even know the shit he did on the side to get money (then again, neither did Rylan). She didn’t know about the drug houses he stays in when he got really bad. She didn’t know about his ‘friends’ that give him whatever junk they could find and call it heroin. Rylan did though. Quickly, he wiped at his eyes with his boney shoulder, unsure what to say. He didn’t want to admit she was right. He didn’t. But she was…
Instead, he just focused on her latter statement. That one was easy, “Fine.” He said simply, “I won’t leave tonight.” Rhett said softly, tossing the rest of his shirts into the box and turned towards Rylan, his gaze lowered, “I’m gonna keep packing though. So…” He shrugged, “If you…don’t mind–” The Brit nodded his head towards the door. Really, he just wanted to get high. He was so fucking stressed now the only thing that would help would be to get high.
He was right, obviously, if she was watching someone else actively get high only meters from her own bedroom while trying to resist the stuff herself it would be harder than it already was. Even if what he was taking was more likely chemically similar to dirt than it was any kind of heroin she’d ever come near it didn’t matter. What did matter to Rylan though was that she didn’t allow him to walk out onto the streets only to end up getting a phone call in the middle of the night with the worst news imaginable. Pressing her lips together she move her hands so she was sitting on them, chewing her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. Silence falling for a second before she spoke again. “Where are you going when you do leave? Truthfully….not some bullshit answer because you know I’m not an idiot.” If he went to one of those terrible houses full of junkies and stoners who gave him all kinds of shit then the blonde wouldn’t stand a chance, it was a sad fact.
Letting out a small breath as he told her he wouldn’t leave that night it was soon replaced with her throat tightening back up as she was told to leave, well he didn’t use those words but that was effectively what he was saying. Glancing at the door, then the box, then the door, she nodded her head slowly. Rylan knew he was going to get high but she was also well aware she couldn’t as much as she desperately wanted to. And she did. She shouldn’t but she did. Sloping back into her bedroom the brunette buried herself under the duvet trying to block out the invasive thoughts in her mind, eyes squeezed tightly shut, no idea how much time had passed.
It must have been a fair bit because when she opened them again and surfaced the room was dark, she was no longer in the bed alone as Nate was now laying beside her, her leg over his. As she became more conscious she vaguely remembered him coming into the room and pressing a kiss to her forehead as he whispered hello. That must have been when he got back from work, unaware of what had passed between Rhett and herself which was for the best, she wanted to keep it that way. He already had enough to worry about by dating her she didn’t want to add to it. Sitting up she stared at the bedroom door for an undetermined amount of time thinking about the boy in the other room, the way she’d shouted at him and insulted him at the party. Why she had done that. Her body was on autopilot as she headed into his bedroom as quietly as possible so as not to wake her boyfriend up, lifting Rhett’s duvet and crawling into his bed next to him as they had done so many times. Just as friends, there was nothing more to it, the two were more like brother and sister than anything else. Moving closer to him she reached out to find his hand so she could hold it with her own. “I’m sorry Rhett…” Rylan whispered into the darkness.
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“Oh, come on Ry, you know me, the list was ridiculous.” It always was when it came to Sunny. She loved to explore every single option available to her, just in case she came across the perfect thing by some undiscovered gem. Stepping away from the rail, she observed Rylan for a moment, dressed how she spent more of her time actually —- when she wasn’t working anyway. Working days were usually spent in oversized suits and fitted corsets, her signature style. “That one’s Maxamilian. My favourite actually.” Still that didn’t mean Rylan could actually get out of trying to rest. “That’s the plan, babe,” she said with a grin, and then plopped herself down on the couch. “Every day of my life. Never changes. Still not sure why I do it.”
“True, I don’t know why I even asked the question, I should know better than that by now.” If there was one thing she couldn’t fault Sunny was it was not giving her client plenty of options. She knew whatever was brought in on the rack was a very paired down version of a lot of time spent exploring every single option. “I should have known…he’s got such a vision when it comes to draping…plus this whole sleeve come glove situation…” The brunette murmured to herself upon hearing the designer, not even slightly surprised, but that didn’t stop her turning to raise her eyebrows at the stylist when she heard she was going to have to try everything on. damn. They were going to be here for a while - why hadn’t she brought coffee? “We might need to postmates some Starbucks then because otherwise I’m going to caffeine crash.” Honestly she wasn’t sure why the woman did it either but the same could be said for her and her job, they were both glutton for punishment maybe? Sadists? “By the way there is a conversation we should probably be having sooner rather than later. Which one of these do you want me to try on first by the way?” Trying to hide the mention of a bigger conversation in a question she hoped would pull the attention instead.
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rhettmatthewsx:
The more she spoke, the more he realized that, yeah, she wasn’t wrong. He had been keeping him and Allegra a secret from her without really intentionally doing it. He really was a hypocrite at the moment… However, what he and Allegra were doing was harmless. They weren’t hurting anyone else. It was just them. Rylan had been endangering her unborn child. Nate’s unborn child. He was pretty sure her faux pas was worse than his. But he didn’t want to bring it up. He just nodded, “Yeah.” He said quietly. There was no point in arguing. Rhett was just done with it at this point. He just wanted to pack his shit and go.
It was a good thing he wasn’t facing her or else she would have seen his eyes roll completely into the back of his head at her comment. She really didn’t get it, did she? “You’re an addict now. But you’re going to quit.” He said simply. He wasn’t sure if that was true but he was imagining it was. Rylan would quit drugs for her baby, right? “I’m not.” Rhett said simply, tossing a few more shirts into the box, “I’m not going to quit. I can’t quit. And I’m not going to be reason you relapse.” Rhett wouldn’t be able to stand it if. He knew that for a fact.
The Brit stopped what he was doing and turned around, slipping his hands into his pockets, “It’s not a punishment. It’s the right thing to do.” He was firm in his belief, “Allegra isn’t anywhere near on the level we are. She does it for fun. She can live her life without Molly, without weed. You and I?” He shook his head with a frown, “We’re different.” Rhett definitely was. He could barely go eight hours without wanting to get high again, “It’s just for the best.” He shrugged.
Rylan sighed heavily as Rhett just replied with a simple ‘yeah’, scratching her temple as she did so. It was hard to respond to it when there wasn’t really anything to reply to, instead taking a couple more steps into the room tentatively, moving to sit on the bed. Well aware he might tell her to get the fuck off and get out, but something about the crackling energy in the room had calmed from the one of anger there had been a second ago, leaving them instead as just two very tired people. “I’m going to quit.” She repeated back at him but as each day passed that notion became even more terrifying because…well she was going to have to do it. Really do it. “You’re my friend Rhett, that’s not going to change. You’re going to be an addict and be my friend. You can be an addict and still live here, I’m not going to like…steal your stash.” Right? She wouldn’t do that. No. She had to stop for her baby. Right.
As he started to explain the difference between the two of them and Allegra she frowned, moving to stand up. “That’s what I’m fucking saying Rhett. My need for drugs isn’t going to just go away because you’re not living here anymore, hell if anything it’ll make me spend more time worrying about where you are and what you’re doing. If you’re dead in a ditch or something. We both know that’s what I’ll worry about, we both know that even if I don’t say it.” Her hands were shaking a little but as noticed them she laced her fingers together to hide the fact, swallowing. “Look just…don’t fuck off tonight, please? Because we both know you’ll just go find somewhere to get shitty drugs that will hurt you if you do. And that would be you punishing me.”
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location: rylan’s place
“Okay, here we go…” Sunny wheeled the rail into the room, a bright smile on her features. “Here’s the shortlist.” She’d spent the last week narrowing it down to these final five options, sure that one of these would be the it dress. The dinner was fast approaching and there wasn’t time to mess around much longer. “Take a look through, let me know what you think,” she added. “I’d love to see you in all of them, though.”
Rylan span around on her heel as she heard her stylist coming into the room, dressed in her usual sweatpants and Nate’s hoodie she hardly looked like someone deserving of trying on stupidly expensive dresses but that was normal. “Shortlist, makes me scared to think how long list might have been in the first place.” The model sighed, reaching out to start pushing hangers across the rail so she could better see the dresses being offered to her, a red one catching her eye. “Oh that one is fucking hot…who’s that?” No doubt there was a range of designers across the rack even if Sunny had her preferences, as all stylists did. “You want me to try them all on? Yeah I can uh…I can do that…” She mumbled, chewing her bottom lip as she came across a very short sparkly one. “How has stuff been, busy? Been with nightmare clients?” Yeah, cos rylan was sweetness and light. Duh.
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He didn’t really want to get into the real reason why he was moving out but clearly, Rylan wanted to know. And he supposed she deserved it. It was just easier for him to keep it to himself. He was about to tell her the reason, but the subject of himself and Allegra was hanging in the air and actually stopped what he was doing to listen to Rylan for a few moments before he started back up again, “I wanted to tell you.” He said simply, “I didn’t really think we were keeping it a secret, honestly. I never wanted to.” From the getgo, Rhett didn’t mind people knowing. They were adults. They could fuck if they wanted to.
Folding a few more of his hoodies and tossing them into the box, he moved onto his myriad of black t-shirts, repeating the process. He idly licked his bottom lip before he spoke again, “I’m moving out because you shouldn’t be living with a drug addict when you’re pregnant.” Rhett said simply, “You shouldn’t be around me. I know this. You know this.” He wasn’t being dramatic. He was just being factual. Rhett was and would be enabling her. There was no doubt about it. Even if he didn’t want to, it would just happen because they were addicts. It was just how it was.
Rylan raised her eyebrows, nodding as if she was pretending to believe him but in reality she didn’t. Not for a second. If he’d wanted to tell her about him and Allegra he could have, the man had agency, plus she doubted Allegra was forbidding it. The girl didn’t seem like the type. Resistant maybe but it sounded more like he was so keen to please her over his friendship with Ryan he’d decided to keep quiet. Ironic really. “You didn’t think you were keeping it a secret? I’d believe you if the two of you hadn’t gone out of your way to hide it from me, and Nate for that matter. So how about you check yourself before chastising me for secret keeping in future like you’re owed complete transparency, yeah?”
About to speak again she faltered when he mentioned her not living with a drug addict while she was pregnant, because that was the selfless side of Rhett through and through. Plus he wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t matter to her because more importantly he was her friend, she didn’t want him to leave even if they were fighting. “I’m an addict Rhett, I’m going to be around myself the whole time, so what difference does adding one more addict into the mix do? Allie takes shit and she’s not going to stop being around me because I’m pregnant. I’m not sick, I’m just having a baby.” She grumbled with her arms crossed across her chest. “What is this, you punishing me?”
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“I like this kind of life for us.” Nate shrugged as he settled on the bed, taking a sip of his coffee. He almost expected Rylan not to even attempt to take a sip of the smoothie, so being left pleasantly surprised was a nice change. Then again, he knew exactly why she was doing it, and that made him feel just as warm as fuzzy as anything else right now. “It’s good for you! Besides, there’s plenty of good stuff in it to kind of wake you up, too.” He insisted, taking another sip of his coffee. As much as he insisted for Rylan to eat healthily, especially now, he needed his fix of caffeine. “Trust me, darling, if I could, I would happily do everything so you wouldn’t have to.” He offered, a smile quickly appearing on his face as she made grabby hands at his cup of coffee. Then again, Nate certainly didn’t complain as Rylan moved towards him, quickly placing the cup on the nightstand, to avoid spilling it everywhere. “Good morning, love.” He greeted her as they pulled apart, wrapping his hand around her waist to bring her in for another kiss. As cliche as it was, he simply could never get enough of her. “Besides, you can at least get a taste of coffee this way.” He added teasingly.
“Yeah? You like the life where we have to remember for me to take my folic acid, and you can’t be on top anymore incase we hurt the baby, but it also means we can spend time going to stores to pick out things for the nursery, and going to those parent classes….it’s going to weird. Weird but good.” Humming as he spoke of the smoothie having plenty of things in it to wake her up, knowing one of the things it didn’t contain was caffeine which was exactly what she wanted to wake her up. Not beets and spinach, but the sappy truth was she’d do anything she could to make Nate happy, not to mention if it was good for the baby then she was willing to put the effort in there too. “I know you would, you don’t have to tell me that.” The feeling of his arms wrapping around her waist making Rylan grin, besotted with the man in front of her, never happier than when she was in his embrace. “Exactly, you taste delicious. Not that that’s new information.” Kissing him again she deepened it slightly, her arms moving around his shoulders so she could climb into his lap without falling off the bed, legs going around his waist. “As long as you’re the one making the smoothies I’ll drink fifty of them a day, promise.” But god she hoped he wasn’t going to take her at her word, she felt like everyone close to her right now thought pulverised fruit and vegetables were the answer to creating a healthy child. “Was that disgustingly sappy for me to say? I swear when I’m around you these days I turn into a different person, some kind of romantic…I don’t know. Disney princess or something. So gross.” Rylan teased.
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