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truglori · 3 years

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Homebody (Ch.1)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

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Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

Warning: language

Kicking off the covers from her legs for the fifth time that night Amiyah flipped over on the left side of the bed relieving herself from pressure that she felt on her right shoulder.

Picking up her phone she saw the time of 12:46 am. It wasn’t the discomfort she felt in her sleep or the extremely warm temperature of her room that woke her up. It was the blaring from her Durkio’s speaker that was gifted to him from himself as an early birthday present. She was cool with it the first couple of times, seeing as she used it as well to play music whenever she wanted to clean her room but this was starting to become annoying.

In the next five hours she had to be up early to open the clothing store she worked at. Durkio likes his music to be played loudly but for some reason tonight it was blasting.

Getting out of bed and slipping on her black UGG Tasman slippers Amiyah went to open the door and was met with the aroma of weed.

“Damn I guess the music isn’t the only thing that’s loud.” She tiredly giggled at her own humor.

Took Her to the O by King Von was the choice of song that woke her from her beauty rest. Shaking her head as she folded her arms she walked down the hall of their shared three bedroom apartment to see the dimmed living room foggy.

Swatting away the smoke she walked closer to the couch preparing to get onto her brother.

“Yo Durk, you know I have to get up for work in a few hours. Can you turn the speakers down or off please?”

Amiyah coughed through almost every word. She didn’t smoke so whenever she inhaled the air would hit her baby lungs causing her to react.

The music level turned down. Finally what seemed like forever the smoke was clearing the living room so she could see the face of her brother...or who she thought was her brother. It was Erik.

Leaning forward he put out his blunt on the ashtray, then he dusted off any remains of falling ashes from his dark grey Nike sweatsuit he rested his elbows on his knees.

Looking up at her with hooded eyes he licked his lips and the famous “sober up wipe” to the face followed after.

“Damn that’s my bad Miyah. I was in here just letting my phone play. I woke you up?” He asked with a small smile.

“Yeah a lil bit but it’s okay.” She spoke in a soft voice that was different compared to the tone she poke in before she found out it wasn’t her brother but her brother’s best friend and also..her crush.

Awkwardly standing there with her arms going back into their folding position making herself feel secured once she cover her tummy she decided to walk to the black leather recliner on the left side of him sitting down. She found herself being really close to him unlike any other times. Inhaling the air she could smell his cologne mix with the weed.

“Um, where’s Durkio?”

“He went out to the car to grab something real quick. He’ll be back.”

Erik got up putting everything that was laid out on the coffee table up. From the bags of weed by the pound to three glock 17s that was sprawled out everywhere. He knew this wasn’t new to her or anything but he wanted to be respectful to his partna’s lil sister. Even though he was the only child he knew that if he did had a baby sister he would want his boys to show the same respect.

Amiyah watched his every move. From the way he gave his sweats a tug around the inner thigh area giving him some room to breathe down there to then observing him pulling up the sweats before he sat down.

There she was doing it again, acting like a little stalker over this man. But she couldn’t help it. She found herself crushing on the best friend of her brother really hard. She was introduced to Erik at the age of seventeen. Just getting out of high school while her brother was already making a name for himself in the streets at twenty-three.

Durkio was coming up from being know for having the best exotics in the hood, some untouchable shit. He started to get more exposure and also more enemies. So along came his homeboy Erik, standing 6’3 and about 225 lbs solid. By the age of twenty-one he was already known to be a problem. Hot headed and a crazy mouth to match but also in a strange way quiet. It was like he knew when to turn it off and on. She notice that whenever she was around the duo he would be barely audible and sometimes completely quiet when she would walk into a room. Taking only glances at her and continued to keep it pushing.

Maybe that’s what she liked about him. Not only did they share the same characteristics when it came to not saying a lot while around others but he also didn’t try to put up a front in front of Durkio. His other homeboys did too much by just talking excessively to her about nothing while trying not to say the wrong thing too her to stay on the good side of her brother.

Amiyah wasn’t the only one doing some studying. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of her from the moment she stepped into the living room. He watched the twenty-one year old face turn from hard to soft as soon as she seen it was him in the place of where her brother usually sits.

Even through his hooded eyes he caught her covering her stomach and setting herself up in a defensive position, something he notice she always did when he was around. To Erik it seemed as if she was doing it because she wasn’t comfortable around him so he stopped his eyes from wandering over her body and other times not acknowledging her other than a head nod.

He already knew how his mans Durkio felt about his little sister. He was going to kill whoever did her wrong, let alone even looked at her like they had a problem. In Eriks eyes Amiyah was considered hood royalty. It wasn’t all talk either. A few months ago there was a young recruit that tried to get Amiyah’s number, who clearly wasn’t interested turned him down in the most modest way. Youngin tried to show out in front of his friends and slipped up and called her a fat bitch.

Once word got to Durkio he had the whole hood searching for the kid and when he found him, not only did he have the dude friends jump him my nigga literally fed him a bag of dog shit and made him eat it. Swallowing every drop.

“Yeah nigga you like to talk shit so you gon eat this muthafucka! You lucky I don’t get one of ya own mans to pop yo ass folk!”

Erik shook his head inwardly laughing about how the whole situation unfolded in front of him. Durkio was one crazy ass nigga! That’s why they was best friends though. Their personalities just matched.

Even though Erik to himself wasn’t official in the game a lot of people seem to think so. But that wasn’t the case, to him he felt he was just heavily associated with the ones surrounding it. Guess you can say his name got caught in the wrong mouth and they titled him without knowing the facts. He didn’t care though, he figured people was going to think what they wanted about him anyways so why try so hard to prove them wrong.

“Erik.” Amiyah looked over to seem him leaning back into the couch with his hands in his hoodie pocket. He was smiling to himself about something. She wondered what.

“Wassup.” He answered nonchalantly giving her his undivided attention

“Do you know how long he’s been gone?”

“Oh I’m not sure, I think five minutes or so. You want me to leave or something?” Erik asked on edge ruffling up his dreads a bit not wanting her to feel guarded in her own home.

Truth was Amiyah didn’t care so much about her brother’s whereabouts. She wanted to use these few minutes alone with him to feed her fantasies. Imagining just them two in his home not worrying about Durk busting in on them.

“No of course not. You’re good. I-I was just being nosy.” She tried her best laughing the nerves away while mentally face palming herself for stuttering.

Erik smirk. He could see the quiver in her bottom lip when she spoke. She was trying to hide it but it wasn’t working.

“Nah I feel you. You work tomorrow?” Deciding to spark up some conversation to help her relax with him.

“Yeah I open the store. So I have to be out of here by six in the morning.” Pushing her back against the recliner lifting one leg under the other she made herself cozy.

“Bella Ella Boutique right.”

Her eyes flickering at the fact he knew where she worked.

‘So he must pay attention to me.’

Is what she thought. If it wasn’t for her golden brown skin complexion she would be sure that Erik would know that she is blushing.

Along with a head nod she gave a small smile answering quietly. “Yeah that’s right.” She shifted her eyes not wanting to keep to much eye contact.

“You like working there? How long has it been by the way?” Resting his elbows on his knees once again, facing her, he gave her all his attention.

Placing her hands between her thick thighs to help calm her nerves she put her eye back on him.

“It’s okay...it’s just I wish they would hurry up and hire some new people already. Like I’ve been working so many hours and-“

She stopped mid sentence once she heard him chuckle.

Lightly giggling herself she shook her head. “What’s so funny?”

“You.” Erik swiping his bottom lip with his tongue before giving her a small smile.

This was the most he heard her talk this much in a while. Usually she would only say hi and bye and then every now and then ask about her brother but tonight she was keeping conversation like they were friends.

“Why am I funny? What I say?” Curious to know the reason.

“It’s nothing bad mama I just never heard you talk this much before. You be acting mad quiet around me.” Leaning back putting one arm at the top of the couch and resting the other on top of his crotch area.

Amiyah took in his form.

Did he just call me mama?

She couldn’t help catching his nickname.

Hit Different by Sza started playing softly in the background.

“Okay but you can talk to me too. I’m not the only one with a voice Erik.”

“You right and I’m a change that for you. When I come around I’ll start addressing you more. Is that good?” Staring into her soft brown eyes searching for an answer.

Playfully rolling her eyes trying her best to subdue her smile.

“Whatever-“

The front door open revealing her brother. Holding a bag of Burger King eating some fries.

“Aye my bad nigga I had to get sumn to smack on- Miyah fuck is you doing outta bed?” Durkio stop rummaging through the food once he saw her.

Erik scooting down further away from her towards the middle of the couch not trying to give his crazy ass any ideas.

“Uh Durk last time I checked I’m grown.”

He looked at her like she had four eyes.

“Girl you better quit acting like I ain’t raise damn near by myself. You bet get yo ass back in that bed fo’ yo ass miss work then you gon want me to pay you for the hours you miss.” He sat the bag of food down next to the ashtray that held about four roach blunts.

“Nigga she only out here cause I was blasting the music. I woke her up.” Erik winking at her defending her.

Her thighs clenched up at the small action.

I know he did not just make me wet by winking at me?

Of course this was only due to her inexperience. She never got pass kissing a guy and even that she felt needed some work.

Knocking her out of her thoughts her loud brother spoke again.

“Erik I don’t need you sticking up or lying for her and nigga where the fuck my weed at?”

He got up checking the cabinets pulling out a half ounce before looking back to see that his baby sister in the same spot.

“Miyah why you still here?” He asked breaking up the bud.

To people on the outside it may seem like Durkio was a mean brother but he really didn’t mean her any harm. That was just always how he was. He had a rough demeanor, so when he spoke it could come off offensive if you didn’t know him but both Amiyah and Erik knew that was just his mannerism. But all in all he loves his baby sister.

She smacked her lips. “I can’t hang out with y’all?”

“No. Hell is wrong with ‘dis girl?” He asked his friend chuckling.

Erik silently laughing at the bickering siblings. He unwrapped the whopper that he got from the bag before taking a bite while closing his eyes and savoring the grilled burger. Fast food always hit different when he was high.

Shaking her head she decided against arguing back and forth with her brother. She had to get up in a few anyways so it was time for her to head back to bed.

“Whatever I’m going back to bed. Night. Night Erik.” Getting up from the couch making her way out the living room area she turned to look at the duo one last time.

She caught Erik looking her up and down before giving her a head nod acknowledging her and mouthing a good night.

Disappearing in the hall and back into the room she sat on her bed replaying the conversation over and over which brought back the memory of his scent. Somehow she could still smell him as if he was right in front of her.

Smiling to herself she got up checking the time on her Apple Watch on her nightstand that read 1:34 am.

She had a few hours to get some sleep. Taking a last glance at herself in the mirror she realized she still had on her light blue silk bonnet the whole time in front of Erik.

Nooo.

Laughing at the embarrassing thought she shrugged it off before sleep took over her body again.

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Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen

Hey guys this is my first story on here. Haven’t wrote in a while and so I just wanted to try it out again just to see if I still have it in me lol. I have a few ideas for this story but I’m not sure...anyways let me know what you guys think. Constructive criticism is allowed here.

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downondilaudid · 4 years

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High as a Kite

After a stressful case reader unwinds in her own unique way, unfortunately, the BAU is called in on another case. Spencer doesn’t seem too fond of the reader’s stress reliever.

A/N: This is very poorly edited. I just got into a massive fight with a few friends. So now I’m very sad, and just wanna sleep. But fuck them. Like that one vine says, I don’t need friends, they disappoint me. Seriously, FUCK THEM. I still love them doe, i have too, they’re the only friends i have.

Oh also, I wrote this in first person, instead of my usual second person. Let me know if you like it or not! <3

Requested: Yes

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: (Unprotected)Penetrative Sex, a DASH of angst, drug use, let me know if I missed anything.

“He rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and he’d watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.”

― Christine Feehan, Safe Harbor

Relaxing after a case was one of my favorite things on the planet. Especially when it ended well, I had been able to watch as the little girl who had been stolen from her family, ran to her parents, her little arms wrapping around their legs. Seeing the love and adoration in the parent's eyes as the wept and held her made me want to have a child of my own.

Spencer and I had been together for a little over a year, but I doubt either of us are ready for children. Our job alone is stressful enough, in fact, it’s how we met. I worked as a technical analyst under Penelope Garcia. I will say my job wasn’t as strenuous as Spencer’s, but it’s not exactly ideal to look at dead bodies all day.

We all have our own peculiar ways of unwinding, Spencer loves to sit and read a few books, Hotch heads home to spend time with Jack, and Emily is always down for a drink. I, on the other hand, would much rather smoke a bowl than read a book. It was my own way of unwinding and allowing my brain to cleanse itself of the horrors of the world.

My pink pipe was packed with weed, a matte black lighter in my hand. The weed burned in the small bowl, crisping to a dark black. My finger released the carb of the pipe a couple of times, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs.

The haunting voice of Lana Del Rey filled the room. Her voice alone is smooth as honey, but listening to her while high is an ethereal experience. I could only imagine what Spencer would do if he could see me now, probably ramble off the statistics of marijuana addiction. But I could definitely say I wasn’t addicted, it was just an easy way to relax.

I took another hit, watching as the smoke tumbled from my lips. My stomach rumbled, causing me to giggle lightly, here come the munchies. Usually, I didn’t have the biggest sweet tooth, but when I’m high I can’t get enough sugar.

My hands pulled open the pantry, hips swaying lightly to the music.

Suddenly the music was gone, replaced by an annoying buzzing, “Ugh, you’re fucking kidding.” I groaned. I let the pantry fall shut, making my way over to where my phone sat. I had an inkling who was calling me, but every ounce of my body was praying I was wrong. Unfortunately, I was not, as I had one text from Hotch and a missed call from Spencer.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed in my hand, Spencer’s name illuminating the phone. Quickly I answered the call, pulling the phone up to my ear. “Hiya Spence.”

“You get the call?” Spencer questioned, his voice cracking slightly, it was obvious he hadn’t used it in a while. He had probably been reading ever since he got home.

I giggled lightly at the sound of Spencer’s voice, taking a moment to admire the perfect way it croaked. “Mhm, can you pick me up?”

There was no immediate response, it was obvious there was something off, Spencer could tell. I never asked him to drive me anywhere, I was always the one driving. Especially due to Spencer’s hatred of automobiles.

“But don’t you usually pick me up?” he questioned.

“Spencer, that last case… I’m literally the definition of exhaustion, can you please, just this once?” I was hoping that with the use of his full first name, he would understand the seriousness of my question. There was no way I was driving to work, with Spencer in the car, while high.

Speaking of, I still had zero idea how I was going to act sober in a room of profilers, granted, I had a lot of practice of acting sober in front of people, just not at work. Unfortunately for me, the best two words to describe myself while high were, giggly and horny. Oh, and hungry, who doesn’t get the munchies?

Spencer sighed on the other end of the line, “Of course, Y/N.” He paused for a moment, a slight hesitation in his voice with his next words. “Is-is everything okay?”

“Oh, totally, the case just got to me, that's all!” My reply was all but convincing, it didn’t help the awkward silence made me giggle, which I quickly stifled with my hand. But to Spencer, I’m sure it sounded like a muffled sob. At least he’d buy it, right?

…

I hopped into the car, looking too giddy to be dealing with another case, “hey.”

Spencer turned his head to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his tongue peeking out between his pink lips. “Y/N are you sure you’re okay?”

I rolled my eyes before playfully glaring at Spencer, “yes, now drive, baby.” I reached out, grabbing the gear shift, and shifting the car into drive.

The car rolled slightly before a startled Spencer slammed his foot on the brake, “Y/N what the- my foot wasn’t even on the brake! Do you know how many accidents are caused a year due to pedal error? Sixteen thousand, and that’s just in the U.S.”

I know it was inappropriate, but during the whole lecture he was giving me I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hands. They were so perfect, long and thick, the number of times that I’ve come undone on those hands is immeasurable. I shifted in my seat before meeting his eyes. Honestly, I hadn’t comprehended a word he said, something about cars?

Spencer shifted the car back into park, turning in his seat to lean towards me. His eyes scanned me up and down, and not in a good way. “You’re acting strange. You’re overly bubbly, especially considering we have another case. You aren’t thinking rationally-”

A gasp left my body once I realized what he was doing, “Spencer Walter Reid, are you profiling me? We agreed not to do that!”

Despite my yelling he kept speaking “and you were too focused on the movement of my hands to retain a single word I told you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone.

“Spencer, what the fuck are you-ow!” A blinding light clouded my vision, causing me to recoil further into my seat.

A scoff left Spencer’s mouth as he turned off the flashlight. “You’re high,” he stated, “what did you take?”

“I’m not-” I quickly stopped my sentence once I saw the glare Spencer was sending me. “Okay, I just smoked a little weed. Seriously, it wasn’t a lot.”

Spencer unlocked his phone, pressing a few buttons before opening the “W-what are you doing?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Calling Hotch” Spencer replied, his voice even yet stern. It was somehow scarier than his occasional outburst.

“What? No, Spencer!” I reached over the console, latching my hands onto his phone, before pulling back. Sadly, the phone stayed rooted in his large hands, and with a swift tug, he had the phone back in his grasp.

Spencer glared harsh daggers at me, before looking back down, and continuing to type on the phone. “Y/N, you’ve already pushed me far enough. Sit down and keep your mouth shut.”

I fell back into my seat, pouting and crossing my arms childishly. The faint sound of ringing broke the silence, stopped by the barely audible voice of Hotch over the phone.

“Hotch, Y/N can’t come in, she’s sick. I think she has a fever.” The lie tumbled easily out of his lips.

My head whipped towards him, my eyebrows raised in amusement. “Thanks, I will.” Spencer ended the conversation, this time setting his phone in the cupholder in the console.

I giggled lightly, “what would I do without you to save my ass?”

He didn’t respond, instead putting the car in drive, this time with his foot on the brake. Silence filled the car, Spencer opting to focus on the road, and me fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.

“Spencie, are you mad at me?” I asked, resting an elbow on the console between us.

It was obvious he was frustrated, I would be too, but how was I supposed to know we’d get called in on a case? “Yes, Y/N” he answered, his words punctuated and his jaw clenching, accentuating his razor-sharp jawline.

There was something about angry Spencer that sent shockwaves to my core, leaving me squirming against the leather of the car. Eh, what the hell, might as well go for it, I can just blame it on the cannabis.

My arm reached across the console, my hand landing on the top of Spencer’s thigh. I watched him visibly jump at my touch, he obviously wasn’t expecting it. “Are you sure it’s just anger?”

He sighed loudly, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to remove my own from his leg.

…

“Please Spencer, just really quick? It’d help you relieve some stress!” I cried as I walked through the door.

Another angry sigh left Spencer’s mouth, he seemed to be doing that a lot. “Y/N, you’re under the influence, I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I almost laughed at his statement, it was perfectly logical of him to think that, and utterly sweet. But he was my boyfriend, my love, I would fuck him in whatever state I’m in. “Spence, I can promise you you’re not taking advantage of me. We’ve had sex countless times, I’d have sex with you even if I was sober, have you seen you?” I paused for a moment before adding onto my sentence, breaking the slight tension with humor, “yourself, not you, that doesn’t sound right.”

Spencer chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes as he reached for his belt. “Hell yes!” I cried as I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, quickly shedding it. I could’ve just left the blouse on, but Spencer was a tits man through and through.

As soon as I heard the clinking of his belt colliding with the floor, I ambushed him, immediately letting my lips find his. The kiss wasn’t rough, nor was it gentle, it was somewhere in between, a perfect balance. I pulled away, biting down lightly on Spencer’s bottom lip.

My hand slipped into his unzipped pants, palming him lightly. It was the most heavenly sight on earth to watch his head fall back, and a low moan tumble from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N”

Nodding my head I giggled, “yes, please fuck Y/N.”

Spencer tilted his head back up, laughing lightly at my comment.

I pulled away from him, grabbing the hem of my skirt and shimmying it up over my hips. Spencer’s eyebrows raised, a look of amusement on his face. “Please” I begged.

“Alright, turn around, over the table,” Spencer commanded, his voice low and demanding.

A giggle passed my lips as I turned around, making my way over to the table. My top half pressed against the table, my body resting against my forearms. I could hear Spencer’s footsteps as he crossed the room, stopping behind me. His large hands wrapped around my hips, pushing my skirt higher up my body. “Do you know how irresponsible it was of you to try and come into work while under the influence?”

His hand left my hip coming back down onto my backside, the impact causing me to cry out. “Spencer!”

His hand raked up my side, grabbing a fist full of my hair. “I-I didn’t have a choice.” I stuttered out as one of his fingers hooked onto my underwear, pulling them to the side.

“You did have a choice, you chose not to inform Hotch, leaving me to save your ass. Do you understand how detrimental the consequences could’ve been if something were to go wrong?” Spencer’s fingers ran through my folds, spreading around my arousal.

“Fuck” I moaned out, using my forearms to push myself back against his hand. “Better hurry this up, Spence, we don’t have long.” Spencer shuffled behind me before I felt the head of his cock brush against my core. “Fine, if you’re so impatient.” He grunted, pulling back on my hair, and pushing his cock into my folds.

He was quick to set a rough pace, pulling out and pushing back in, using the hand in my hair as leverage to pull me back in time with his thrusts. “Yes, Spencer, fuck,” I groaned out.

“You know,” Spencer started, pausing to roughly thrust into me, sending my body forward against the table, the edge digging into my thighs. “If you wanted a stress reliever, you could’ve come to me. Sex releases endorphins and other hormones, the same way exercise does. Particularly, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the “love hormone.”

I moaned against the table, my body beginning to falter as my orgasm approached. “Fuck, Spencer, mhmm, yes.”

With every thrust, I could feel the strain of Spencer yanking my hair back, which would definitely leave a crick in my neck. But I was enjoying myself too much to tell him to stop. I could practically feel Spencer’s anger with every obscene smack of our sweaty skin. It was what I was hoping for, a good fuck, and for Spencer to be able to release his anger before heading back to the BAU.

Surprisingly, Spencer released his vice grip on my hair, easing the tension on my neck, allowing my face to fall forward and my cheek to squish against the table. He planted his forearm beside my head, leaning over me so his chest was pressed against my back. “How good would you feel if I allowed you to come right now?” To add to the pleasure, Spencer’s hand resting on my hip wormed its way around my body, two of his long digits beginning to rub circles around my swollen bud.

A sob racked my body at the added pleasure, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I could feel my legs starting to tremble as I held back my release, almost as if my body knew I couldn’t let go until he gave me permission. “Please, please?” I begged.

“Say it. Promise me you’ll come to me next time you need to relieve stress.” Spencer growled, his voice cracking, signaling he was close too.

The desperate sounds of our moans and the musty smell of sex filled the room, drowning out my senses. I was too lost in the euphoria to reply, instead, I deliriously rutted my hips back as an attempt to feel him deeper.

Spencer let out a groan before burying his head deep in the crook of my neck, moaning out “promise me, Y/N.”

“I promise, fuck, please, Spencer?” The words tumbled almost incoherently out of my lips, barely comprehensible.

Nodding his head against my skin, he placed an open-mouthed kiss to my neck before moaning out “come, come with me Y/N.”

And just like that, I was sent headfirst into a trembling, teeth-clenching orgasm. My back arched, uncomfortably pressing my breasts even further against the table. My vision went white, and my legs threatened to collapse. Spencer had stilled, burying his cock deep in my cunt, lewdly moaning out my name, and a series of various curses. An unfamiliar warmth coursed through my body as he filled me up with his seed. Leaving me to grin like a Cheshire cat, caked in sweat.

The two of us laid against the table, deep pants leaving both our mouths. Spencer pulled out, tucking himself back in his pants. “Thank you” I giggled, pushing myself up from the table, and shuffling my skirt back down my legs.

When I turned around I was met with the sight of a sweaty Spencer, running his hands through his tousled hair. “You look fine, Spence.”

I could tell Spencer was trying his hardest to contain his smile, probably wanting to stay mad at me. But as soon as his eyes met mine, his face broke into a soft smile, my own following suit. I took a step forward, wrapping my arms around his torso, and letting my head rest against his chest. “I love you” I murmured against his shirt.

His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him, “I love you too” he replied, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Okay, I have to go,” Spencer said, letting his arms fall back to his side.

I pulled back, unwrapping my arms from his body. “Don’t forget your belt,” I nodded towards his belt that was left discarded on the floor in the midst of our frenzy.

“I have an eidetic memory, Y/N, remember?” Spencer joked, snatching his belt from the floor, and looping it back through his pants.

Rolling my eyes with a laugh I replied, “that doesn’t mean things can’t slip your mind, Spence.”

“Actually-” he started.

I cut him off by opening the front door, “bye, have fun, I love you!”

Spencer laughed, pecking me on the lips before heading out the door, looking over his shoulder to call out, “we’ll talk more about this later, Y/N. Don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.”

“Shit.” I groaned, letting the door fall shut.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Girls P22 Queens Cookies

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER X BETH X HARRY RATING: FLIRTY + CUTE

"You girlies gonna be okay all alone?" Benny asks as he got his jacket on at the door

"We'll be fine, we're grown ups" I argued

"Maybe I should stay with them?" Harry encouraged

"No" Benny answered "I'm not thrilled about leaving them here because I know there gonna fucking sleep with each other, I leave you here the girls'll rip you apart," "Maybe I wanna be ripped apart"

"I know what you want harry" He smirked back

"we'll be fine you boys go, get us some nice presents from the store" Beth smiled

"Like?" Harry asked

"Wine!" I giggled

"If you girls are good" benny warned "No sex on my bed... Without me" He warned

"we won't" we giggled

"Good girls, we'll bring you something nice" benny winked

"see you soon girls" Harry smiled blowing us each a kiss before he scurried out the door with benny, and the moment the doors where shut

"You wanna have sex on benny's bed again?" I asked

"I fucking heard that y/n!" Benny yelled from the other side of the door as he locked it

"No, I'm still a little worn out. I'm getting passed around like a fuck toy between you three" she complained

"To be fair so am I,"

"I think I'll bake while there out give the boys something nice to come home to" she smiled

"That would be nice, yeah lets make out boys some nice cookies"

"Maybe we should get naked and cook in just little aprons"

"I think the boys would enjoy that" I smirked "and we would too" I smirked

"Come on then" she says so we got up and headed to the kitchen, we both got our clothes off leaving beth having only her bright hair, perfect make up, and a little blue apron, I smirked doing likewise but keeping my thigh highs on and a little black apron starting to make some cookies but as she handed me the bowel full of the cookie dough to stir while she sorted the oven I noticed as I stirred

"Beth?" "Yeah hun?"

"Is there... something in this?" I asked her

"Yeah, Weed" she says making me cough a little

"what?"

"Yeah, its fine" she shrugs

"You brought drugs with you? On a plane?"

"Yeah" she shrugs "Never been stopped before"

"Where did you get it?" I asked as we began sorting the cookies

"A know a guy in Kentucky, went to my Russian classes" she explained

"I see," I laughed "You're gonna feed it to the boys?"

"hell yeah"

"I'm in" I smirked "How do you pay?"

"I take drugs I let him fuck me in the ass?"

"Fair trade" I shrug "You should come up to napa and chill"

"I have heard you guys have good stuff"

"I should host a party?"

"A Party?"

"Yeah, get some good stuff in, some good wine, get everyone over, everyone can get nice and drunk, nice and stoned and then fuck each other"

"That does sound like a fun party" she shrugs "Like an orgy."

"Not like an orgy Beth. I have standards"

"Could Invite everyone have a big party"

"like? List me a guest list"

"well, You. It's your house. Me," "Got to have a second hot girl"

"Ohh thank you" she smiled giving me a kiss "Then benny"

"Got to have a good dick. who knows' what he's doing with it" "He does have such a good cock doesn't he?"

"He does, Just wish he'd stop walking around in that robe...damn thing makes me a swimming pool"

"I think he knows it does. He so has a thing for you"

"we all fuck beth"

"Yeah but... Benny like... likes you"

"No he doesn't we just very similar people, we both play chess, we both have a fuck it I do what I want mentality, and we both are horny as rabbits in mating season"

"You do, you're both way hornyier then me and harry"

"... I can't argue with that, who else?"

"Harry of course"

"Got to have a slow ride to balance out the action"

"He's so sweet"

"He is, together... they are good. they should make a prono together"

"Harry and benny?"

"Yes"

"I would buy it"

"Everyone would buy it those two are hot as shit"

"Okay, and we would have to have townes"

"... Ohh shit yeah, I would adore a benny, harry and townes fuck"

"Oooohh I hadn't even thought about it. I just wanted to fuck him But yes, god yes,"

"That would be porno worthy"

"It would, Chess federation would be mad though"

"so what? make royalties on that bad boy"

"true"

"Then... we would have to have Jolene over?"

"Ohh yeah, too many white people. Add some chocolate to the cookie" I winked

"Then if we are having Jolene we could always have clio,"

"Yeah, I wanna have that little French madam between me and benny"

".... damn."

"what?" "I'm in to watch"

"Ohh we have to have Matt and Mike in this"

"Totally, Maybe Benny's chess friends too?"

"Well if we have one set we might as well as them to"

"This is a big party"

"Be fun though"

"Anyone I'm missing?"

"Benny, Harry, you, me, matt, mike, towens, Jolene, Clio, the chess boys, Uhhh I don't think so?"

"Sound fun, I will get planning" I smirked as we finished off the cookies putting them on a nice plate

"Ohh my ..." Harry says as he came in with a few bags of the shopping "what is that smell? Smells like Beth's house?"

"ohh my fucking god" Benny sighed as he came into the flat "You two better not have had sex in here again!"

"we didn't have sex, we made you cookies" I smiled

"Cookies? ohh alright then" He shrugs as the two brought the shopping over to the kitchen "Do you put cinnamon in them or something? I can't work out what that smell is" He says taking a cookie "Eh they taste good so who cares" He shrugs

Harry instantly took like four from Beth and started nipping at them "Ummm these are delicious" He smiled "and you girls look beautiful" he smiled giving us each a kiss and beth a cuddle

"You do girls, you two should dress up like this everyday" Benny smiled giving me a cuddle too kissing my cheek "Those cookies really are good, and I am super fucking hungry" he says having another I happily took some getting my dress back as I was starting to feel the chill,

a while later darkness crept across new york the windows of benny's apartment dark, the few little lights flickering as they often did, the record player spinning slowly and quietly a little tune, harry laid with a pillow on his head, Beth sat on the leather chair playing with a chess piece in her hands, Benny sat leant against the wall to his bedroom sat with the window just above his head, I laid my head on his shoulder and nuzzled his arm the most sober of anyone as I had only had two cookies.

"Y/n?"

"Yes benny?"

"are my hands moving?"

"....No there not sweetie" I giggled as he was sat completetly still

"Oooohh.... I thought they where" He says "Are they moving now?"

"No"

".... Ooohh nooo" He says "I'M DEAD!" he yelped

"No no benny-" I tried to reassure him "I'm dead! no not again! Why do I keep dieing! I don't pick it on purpose everything I like they kill me! I don't wanna die again! I like being alive!" He whines "I don't wanna die anymore!" He cried

"Awww it's okay benny, you're not going to die anymore, it's okay" I smiled giving him a cuddle as he cried

"You've not died before benny it's okay" "I always die! I die in everything!"

"Benny how many cookies have you had?" "six"

"Ohh no" "this is literally like the first time I haven't died"

"I feel like... at some point... I was fat. and there was magic afoot" Harry says

"Yeah I was dead, and he was around the magic man" Benny explained

"I think... I killed someone" Beth mutters "Y/n? did I kill someone?"

"No beth you have not killed someone"

"But I remember it. there was a goat involved"

"Yeah! I remember that Beth, you had a goat and blood everywhere!" harry explained

"what- what are you guys talking about?" I asked

"Y/n?"

"Yes benny?"

"Now are my hands moving?"

"No there not sweetheart" I told him

".... oooohh... are my wings moving?"

"why- why do- you don't have wings benny"

"But I'm a dragon."

"Benny, your not a dragon, your a people" I told him

"No!" He whines "Dragon, I have big wings, and I'm blue and I give fire kisses" He smiled hugging me tightly and kissing all over me

"Benny- your not a dragon. harry help me out here!"

"No no he's a dragon. I saw it. he was a good dragon" harry explained

"I wanna be... a like 18th century lady... with huge boobs"

"I saw that, you looked good" Harry told her "good nightie... gave me a bonner"

"Okay, I think it's bed time" I sighed getting up picking benny up and throwing him on my shoulder

"wait! hold up! you can lift benny?" beth asked

"He's not heavy" I laughed "Mother fucker has a BMI of Two, Maybe. when soaking wet" I laughed bouncing him on my hip like a baby "He's not heavy"

".... I Love you y/n but I highly protest to being carted around like an infant"

"I wanna be carted around like an infant" harry says rising his hand

"Nooooo my y/n" Benny whines hugging me tightly nuzzling into my hair "My y/n"

"Okay you're going to bed before you eat any more cookies and really start being a problem" I sighed

"Maybe I two scoops was too much per cookie" Beth says

"Too much of what?" benny asks making me put him down before it clicked "Ohh my fucking god. Elizabeth harmon, you better not have smoked weed in my fucking house!"

"we didn't smoke it" Beth shrugs "we baked it into the cookies"

"Weed cookies?" harry asked curiously

"No, no, no You guys my land lord is going to kill me!" he complained "He explicitly said no drug taking. he mentioned it like sixteen times"

"that seems excessive" I laughed

"he has a lot of weird rules.... how many have I had?"

"six"

"So thats?" he asks

"Two scoops per cookie, so... benny has had Twelve scoops" she explained "How big where the scoops?" I asked her as she was the one who put them in

"about a cup" she shrugs

"I have consumed twelve cups of weed!" He yelped "... I'm gonna die" "You won't die I've done more then that" she says

"I've never done drugs before beth!"

"...how did it take you this long to realize you where high?" Harry asks

"I was seeing though dimensions"

"where you where a dragon for some reason"

"There was a dragon ,and it talked like me okay" he explained "so every time I've got hungry I have another cookie and the weed makes me more hungry so I have more cookies, I ate six weed cookies..."" "How many have you had harry?" I asked

"Nine" He answered

".... so eighteen scoops" I laughed

"Ooooohhhh... thats why I keep thinking one of you is giving me a blow job, but then ins't" "How many have you had beth?" I asked

".....five, but I have a higher tolerance" "I've had two, so I'm fine" I laughed "I think we should just sit, and wait it out" I explain as we all got cosy close to each other

"Hey? Beth?" Harry whispered "you wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah" she giggled

".... I masturbated to you. Not long after we met"

"You wanna know a secret?" she asks "I met up with the chess club I first plaid against when I was a kid... and I fucked each of them"

"ooohh" I giggled "you wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah" they all giggled

"I got called a dragon once"

"why?" Benny asks

"I liked to start fires, when I was little" I smiled

"why?" harry asks

"It was fun"

"Is that why you got a dragon tattooed on you?" Beth asks

"Ummm" I nodded "I wanted to take that word away from people who hurt me, made it my word. set all those fuckers on fire"

"why did you like fire?" harry asks

"Fire's cool. its warm, its pretty, destroys evidence. I don't know I like it" I smiled

"I didn't kn? ow you had a dragon tattoo" Benny says

"... how many times have we had sex? How many times have you seen me naked?

"... I wasn't aware I needed to keep track" "Damn we should! could get like reward cards every tenth sex gets a blow job or something" Beth giggled

"I like that, but not right now" I laughed

"How have you never noticed my tattoo benny?"

"I'm not usually paying attention to your arm and shoulder... of all the places when your naked it's not an area I tend to look at"

"why not?"

"Because boobs, and pussy! would would I be looking at arms?" he complained trying to eat another cookie but I stopped him,

"I need a nap" Beth says moving to lay on harry the two falling asleep almost instantly

"Do you have a secret benny?" I asked

"I do" He nods nuzzling on my shoulder "I love you"

"You've said benny" I smiled petting his hair

"No, I do... I really love you, I was a little disappointed when Beth turned up to. I kinda wanted us to be alone, so we could go on a nice date, play chess together, make love in my bed" He smirked between kisses up my neck "I love you sugar"

"Awww Benny, I love you too" I smiled giving him a cuddle "You won't remember a word of this tomorrow you get some rest okay, we'll talk about it soon"

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thatbloodymuggle · 4 years

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the one with the cheeto puffs

Tongue Tied (jj maybank) 2/?

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If there's one thing you should know about Rosie, it's that she hates crying.

It made her feel weak. And she hated feeling weak. She especially refused to cry in front of others. Because once you've seen someone break down, it changes your view of them—intentional or not.

The last time she'd cried in front of her friends was in the 8th grade. JJ had shoved her off a boat and she cut her arm open on the blade of the motor. Granted, Rosie did cry February 14th as the life slowly left her mother's eyes. But she was alone then. And ever since, Rosie had come up with a routine to avoid crying at the thought of her loss.

When she felt her eyes beginning to water and her throat tightening, Rosie would pick up her least favorite book (one she'd stolen from a library a long time ago), Twilight. She'd divert her mind to Bella Swan's stupid life until she couldn't remember what she was upset about in the first place.

So it was no surprise when Rosie scrambled for the cursed book upon entering the house she hadn't been inside since the day her mother passed. She wasn't sure what had triggered it specifically: the dying vegetable garden her mom had worked so hard on, her mother's forgotten glasses on the kitchen counter, or just the overall feeling that something was missing. But sure enough, Rosie snatched the stolen book and flipped to a random page.

"Your scent is like a drug to me, like my own personal brand of heroin."

Rosie turned her nose up at the line.

"At least he's hot," she grumbled to herself.

The 17-year-old flipped mindlessly through a few more pages until she couldn't take it anymore. She thoughtfully placed the book in the front room of the small house, in case she'd need it again soon.

The four-room house felt odd. Rosie felt as if she didn't belong, despite having lived in it for nine years. She knew she would have to box up and clear out her mother's things at some point, but the thought weighed her down and made her long for her book again.

Rosie pushed the uneasiness to the back of her mind and set to finish her unpacking.

Before she knew it, it was already 8:00 PM and her stomach was rumbling. She'd have to go out and get groceries tomorrow, but until then she'd snack on something at John B's. The teenager quickly put a swimsuit on underneath her outfit and set out for the Chateau again.

The 3-minute drive was quick, and Rosie was glad to be out of the suffocating house. She pulled the Mini-Cooper into the familiar gravel driveway for the second time that day and killed the engine. Rosie skipped up to the front door and swung it open, not bothering to knock. She frowned at the empty room before her.

"Hello? Anybody home?" she called out.

Silence.

Rosie huffed and walked back out to the porch. She squinted her eyes into the distance, trying to catch sight of her missing friends.

"JB? Kie? Pope?" she paused, before adding, "JJ?"

Her yells echoed and she was met with a few moments of silence before a voice replied.

"Do you have to be so fucking loud?"

Rosie's head shot towards the source of the noise. Lo and behold, there sat JJ in the back of John B's van with the side door wide open. His arms draped along the back of the seats, and his legs were in a complete man-spread. He held up a silver lighter to the joint between his lips.

"Where'd everyone else go?" Rosie rolled her eyes and strode towards the van.

JJ shrugged, "Dunno. One minute I'm napping, the next they all leave me. Shitheads," he grumbled, discarding the lighter and taking a deep drag.

"Well, I'm starving. Gonna go make myself something to eat," she began to walk back towards the house but was stopped again.

"Unless you want a ketchup-on-moldy-bread sandwich, you're not finding anything in there," JJ watched in amusement as she huffed and kicked a rock in frustration. "The best thing you're gonna find is in here," he held his joint in his right hand a pulled a bag of Cheetos Puffs out from underneath his seat with his left. Rosie nearly ran forwards, but was stopped in her tracks.

"Ah ah ah," JJ pulled the bag out of her reach with an infuriating grin, "I can share but you have to be nice."

The girl cocked an eyebrow at him, "Can't make any promises, but I'll try."

Rosie didn't wait for his reply. She hopped into the van, slumped in the seat beside him, and ripped open the bag of chips. She didn't hesitate to shove a handful of the cheesy goodness into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

"Ay, keep your Cheeto dust off me," JJ made a show of wiping the crumbs that had fallen onto his lap.

Rosie ignored his protests and sucked the orange dust off her fingertips.

"Puff for a drag?"

JJ held up his joint to Rosie's lips while simultaneously snagging a couple of Cheeto puffs from the bag in her lap. She took a deep drag and nodded to signal she'd gotten enough, cueing him to pull his hand back.

Rosie began to cough violently at the tickling sensation in the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and she struggled to catch her breath.

"Gone for four months and it's like you've never smoked before," JJ smirked at the struggling girl, "thought you could handle yourself, Connolly."

"Shut up, I'm out of practice," Rosie croaked, forcing herself to settle down. "Here. Hit me," she sat crisscrossed and turned to face him.

JJ gave her a 'whatever you say' shrug and took another drag from the joint. He deeply inhaled, making a show of taking as much as he could. He turned to face Rosie with mischievous eyes. He leaned towards her and blew out the smoke. She leaned in, just inches away from his face, and inhaled the smoke emitting from his mouth. Rosie forced herself to take it all. The pair of teenagers were nose to nose.

A now foggy-minded JJ leaned back into his seat. Rosie held in his second-hand smoke for a moment. She formed her lips into a tight 'O' and blew it out in rings.

"Ay, she still has it," JJ laughed in a very dazed manner. Rosie couldn't help but giggle, the familiar foggy feeling taking over her as well. She slumped back into her seat beside him and rolled her head back.

"Told you 'M just out of practice," Rosie mumbled with a dopey grin.

JJ grated on her nerves 85% of the time, but she genuinely enjoyed moments like these. She liked not having to think every once in a while. It was refreshing. Sometimes (maybe more often than she should), she just wanted an escape. JJ was the only one of her friends who never questioned her motives. Rosie and JJ had an unspoken rule. If one was rolling a joint, the other always joined; no questions asked. I mean, two potheads are better than one. Right?

The pair of teenagers watched with hooded eyes as the smoke drifted from inside the van to the starry sky above. Rosie subconsciously let her head fall onto JJ's shoulder, who barely noticed. He was too busy focusing on how he could literally feel his toes tingling. They sat in relative silence for who knows how long, munching on Cheeto Puffs and running the joint out.

But too soon, they were pulled out of their comfortable silence.

"JJ, you better not be crossed. We could smell your weed from, like, a mile back," John B's voice penetrated the night air.

Rosie and JJ lazily turned their eyes to John B, Pope, and Kiara who were now standing outside the van. John B and Pope laughed at the sight of the two stoned teenagers.

"We've made the discovery of the century," JJ laughed with a lopsided grin, "Cheeto Puffs and kush are just a.. an...," his voice wandered, "they're an immaculate combination."

Rosie burst out in a fit of laughter, nearly rolling off of JJ who was quick the join in. Their three friends stared at them incredulously, but couldn't resist joining in their laughter.

"Why do you two idiots only get along when you're high?" Pope laughed, climbing into the backseat with them. Kie took the passenger seat while John B situated himself behind the wheel. He revved the engine and Rosie bounced in excitement.

"Oooh, Johnny where are you taking us?" she giggled. Suddenly, her face switched from dazed to serious. She grabbed JJ's bicep and turned him towards her so they locked eyes, "Oh my god, JJ! He's kidnapping us! He's gonna take us to the cops!"

The blond mimicked her concern and threw his arms in the air, "Stop the damn car, JB. We're not going anywhere with you!"

"Would you two shut up? We're going cliff diving, remember? And if you two don't sober up in the next ten minutes, you're gonna be watching us have fun from the top," Kiara laughed.

"Oh sorry, Kie! We'll be quiet now. Quiet as mouses—mices—mice—which one is it? Shit, JJ, I forgot which one," Rosie whispered to the boy next to her who merely covered her mouth with his hand and leaned back in his seat.

Pope dug out two water bottles from a cooler and handed them to the stoned teenagers. "Drink these."

Rosie fumbled around with the cap but did as he said. The next ten or so minutes were filled with mindless chatter between Kie, John B, and Pope while JJ and Rosie downed their waters.

"All right," John B pulled the van into an empty clearing about a hundred feet away from the edge of the cliff, "we're here."

The Pogues all piled out of the car, but JJ and Rosie were stopped by Kie.

"Not just yet, you two. You're not about to drop down 30 feet if you're not in your right minds."

The two began to protest, but she shut them up again.

"Follow my finger," she moved a finger from side to side, watching their bloodshot eyes struggle to keep up.

"You need more water. And ibuprofen. Here," she dug through her bag and pulled out a bottle of the painkillers. "Take two each," she shoved the pills in their hands and pulled out two more bottles of water. "And drink these. If you're better by the time we get back, we'll let you come with us second round."

She pushed her friends back inside the van and shut the door behind them. Rosie whined in protest, but her cries were ignored. She slumped back into her seat next to JJ and set to work downing her second water bottle instead.

JJ and Rosie sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping on their waters and listening to the muffled screams of their friends. The silence was broken, however, once Rosie had drinken about ¾ of the bottle.

"JJ, I need to pee so bad," she slapped his arm.

"No one's stopping you," he grumbled, nudging the girl off. He seemed to have almost completely come down from his high. Rosie, on the other hand, was only about halfway there.

"I need help," she cried.

JJ scoffed, "Fuck that, I'm not helping you pee. Do I look your bitch?"

"Please," Rosie drew out, tugging on his shirt. "Just help me get behind a tree. If I go alone I'm gonna get lost and then it'll be your fault for not helping me."

The boy groaned but reluctantly slid the door open. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards the wooded area a few yards away. Rosie struggled to keep up with his quick steps and ran into him when he came to an abrupt stop in front of a crowd of bushes.

"Make it quick," he let go of her and leaned against a nearby tree.

Rosie carefully made her way behind the covering, careful not to trip over any roots. She struggled to do her business and took much longer than necessary, much to JJ's displeasure.

"Finally," he sighed as she approached him. "Come on, I'm not missing the second round."

He led them back to the clearing. Just as they were about to exit the woody area, a devious smile creeped onto JJ's lips.

It all happened in slow motion. First, he stuck out his leg in front of Rosie. Then, Rosie shrieked as she tripped over it. Next thing she knew, she was lying face first in a pool of mud. JJ's booming laughter filled the area. Rosie pulled herself up in shock and wiped the mud from her face. Then, rage took over.

"What the fuck, you asshole!?" Rosie let out an ear-splitting scream.

At least she'd finally come down from her high.

JJ's laughter heightened, but was abruptly stopped once Rosie yanked his leg, causing him to slip and join her in the mud pile.

Now it was Rosie's turn to laugh, "You're a colossal idiot," she began to pull herself out of the mud, only to be pulled back down again.

Cue JJ's laughter, "Worth it."

And so they continued. Pulling each other down, back and forth in an endless cycle of wet mud and screams. They would've continued for hours if their friends hadn't shown up.

"What the hell?"

Kie, John B, and Pope started incredulously at the two idiots for the second time that night.

"She started it," JJ shoved Rosie's face down and jumped out of the mud.

"Liar!"

"Bitch"

"Well looks like you two are back to bickering again which can only mean you're sober. Good enough for me," Kie laughed and helped Rosie out of the mud. "Come on, let's go jump. The first round was amazing. The water was so warm."

The group of Pogues ran to the edge of the cliff. Rosie peered down at the soft waves below and grinned. She didn't hesitate to strip herself of her muddy clothing until she was only in a swimsuit. The five friends stood in a horizontal line and linked hands. Pope next to Kiara next to JJ next to John B next to Rosie. They braced themselves from the drop. John B began a countdown to jump.

"3... 2..."

"Here's to the best summer ever!" Kie cried.

"...1!"

The teenagers took off in sync. A chorus of cheerful screams filled the night air. The exhilaration was like no other as they crashed through the water and were submerged. The group of friends floated back up to the surface and swam to shore with adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Rosie couldn't wipe the smile off her face. This was her home. Doing stupid shit with her friends was her home. The Outer Banks was her home.

And she just knew Kie was right—this would be the best summer ever.

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AHS 1984: Between The Lines [Xavier Plympton x Chet Clancy] 2. Upset Me

PART 1

Summary: A world before the horror. A world with some horrors. A fantasy world, where things are slightly normal. A world where Chet Clancy has been in a relationship with his long term girlfriend, Brooke Thompson. A world where Xavier Plympton, struggles to find himself after a dark past. But what if I told you that's not all who Chet is romantically involved with? What if I told you there’s a little bit more to Xavier than what he presents himself to be? What if I told you to read between the lines? Together we'll explore friendship, love, deceit, and sexuality on a different level.

Rated: R for Restricted. 18+ Very Mature Themes.

Warnings: Alright folks, I’m going to be very honest with you. This book can get dark and depressing sometimes. Due to it’s unpredictable nature, since it is a work in progress, read at your own discretion, and apply tags as you see them fit. I will be giving warnings at the beginning of chapters that do take it to that level. If you do choose to read and you come across anything that makes you uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I am all ears.

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"Did anyone remember to grab joint papers?" Chet asked. "I used my last one outside." A now, shirtless Chet, stood at the top of the stairs. He combed out his hair and was wearing a gold chain. His eyes scanned his rather large living room where his friends had spread out to their comfort. Except not really. Brooke had no problem laying against Xavier's side, his arm in the back of the sofa,while he was having a conversation with Ray.

Xavier paused his sentence to turn his attention towards Chet who was now at the bottom of the steps. He couldn't help, but to glance over him one good time.. or twice.

"Montana said that she would bring hers if she remembered to, so we're just waiting on her." he spoke. "What's the rush? I'm sure you and Brooke here are high out of the ass."

"And wouldn't you love to be too?"

"Why is that even a question?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Please don't start this." Brooke interjected. "I've dealt with your bromance long enough in high school."

"Seriously." Ray added on. "When are you two not going at each other's throats. And it's always for something stupid. And to top it off you start talking again like it never even happened."

"Total bullshit." Xavier directed towards Ray.

"Yeah what he said." Chet chimed in, lifting Brooke's legs up to sit down. He gently placed them on his lap and smiled at her before throwing his arm around the sofa, just a little higher than Xavier's.

"You two argue like an old couple. It's kind of cute actually." Brooke spoke again. "Chet you should see your face when X mentions anything about sports."

"Because I know that he's only saying it to make me mad. I've known this kid since we were toddlers and he has never had interest in sports."

"False." Xavier interjected.

"Oh did I mention he thinks aerobics are a type of sport, when it's a type of exercise?"

"You're joking right?" Ray asked Xavier. Xavier stayed silent, avoiding eye contact with every single person in the room. Chet stared him down like a dog with a heavy smirk on his face.

"Go on." Chet said, slapping the back of Xavier's arm.

"Jesus Christ, he's not joking."

"I hate you. You disgust me. And I hope you choke on the beer you decide to drink tonight." Xavier said to Chet, getting up without warning Brooke who's head was now where he once sat.

"A warning would of been nice."'she mumbled.

"Where are you going?" Chet asked trying to hold back his laugh. He was ignored as Xavier headed for the door, taking out a box cigarettes from his pocket.

"You done did it now." Ray said to Chet.

"Oh fuck me..." Chet sighed, throwing his head back. "Xavier I didn't-,"

The door was already slammed shut.

"Fuck." Chet quickly got up, again, giving Brooke no warning, hustling out the door behind Xavier. He stood at the bottom of the porch steps, hand in his pocket, puffing on his cigarette. He looked over his shoulder slightly at Chet, who ran his hand through his hair.

"Xavi." he called out.

"You know, Clancy." Xavier spoke. "You don't do well at keeping your mouth shut."

"And neither do you." Chet joined him at the bottom of the steps and the two sat down. Xavier took another pull before passing the cigarette to Chet who gladly accepted. "A little nicotine never hurt anyone right?"

"A little nicotine?" Xavier jokingly asked, looking at Chet and grinning. "I wish, Chet. I've been smoking since I was 12. I'm so fucked up." He sighed, putting his head between his knees.

"Just smoke more weed."

"I can't afford to keep being high all the time."

"Bullshit. You want to be a big time actor. You can more than afford to keep being high all the time."

"Not on set. In a couple years that stuff is going to ruin your memory. I promise."

"You get on my nerves. Always trying to be so good, innocent, and pure. Always trying to spit some words of knowledge." Chet punched him in the side of the arm. "But if you want to keep that pretty face of yours, you need to stop smoking cigarettes or at least try cutting back."

"This is coming from the guy that's done coke twice now."

"How did this become about me?" The two looked at each other and started laughing. "But, listen. I'm sorry. You told me not to tell anyone about that and I did. You can tell everyone about the time I pissed my pants in public."

"No." Xavier responded, softly. "I'm not going to do that. It's not the worst thing you know about me." Chet had to go way back into the memories he had with Xavier. He had too many. And then he remembered.

"Ooo, yeah. Let's not ever talk about that one."

"Ever."

Chet handed him back his cigarette for him to finish up, but instead of finishing it, he simply flicked it into the grass. Xavier cared about his face too much to finish it. This one at least. He looked at Chet, who was now staring now at his hands, playing with his finger nails. He admired everything about him. From his hair, to his eyes, to his lips, and everything below. Xavier didn't want to admit this, but he liked Chet. He knew how fragile Chet's masculinity was, so he made sure to never push those buttons when he made his sexual jokes around his friends. A flirt, he was, but Chet made him feel small despite the small height difference.

"Are we moving the party outside?" a well dressed Montana asked as she stood behind the gate, chewing her gum aggressively.

"It's about time you showed up." Chet said. "I've been sobering up and I don't like it. Did you bring those papers?"

"Well it's nice to see you too, Chet." she responded, blowing a bubble. She stared her ex up and down. "Xavier."

"Demon that haunts my dreams." Xavier responded, rolling his eyes.

"You miss me."

"I hate you."

"You want to fuck me."

"I want to choke you."

"Are you guys dialogue fucking right now? I can feel the sexual tension in the air." Chet spoke.

"I rather die."

"That's funny, Xavier. I swear you were moaning my name last week at your party."

"That was you two?!" Chet's jaw dropped. "I was wondering where you went Xavier. Anyone that stood at the bottom of the stairs could hear you guys. See I knew there was still some love there."

"Oh please. I was drunk, high, and horny and so was she. It was a mistake."

"Then why did you kiss me yesterday when I came to give you back your flannel that you haven't stopped bugging me about?"

"Fuck off, Montana." Xavier got up swiftly, eyeing her down.

"Make me."

"Okaaaay. I think I'm gonna go back inside." Chet said, also getting up. "When you two are done lusting, I hope you'll join us and not go fuck in the woods somewhere."

Xavier and Montana stared each other down as Chet made his way back inside and as soon as they heard that door slam they went after each other.

"Why are you such a bitch?" he asked her.

"Ugh. Why are you?" she asked back. "You get fucked up, coming knocking on my door or calling my house. You tell me you love me, fuck me senseless, and then you leave and start acting like this. And I thought I was the moody one in the group."

Xavier hung his head low for the second time tonight, laughing quietly to himself.

"And you're just going to leave out the part where you do the same? Where you show up to my door, crying over me? Where you literally beg me to fuck you all the time and get livid when I say no? Right. Montana, please go fuck yourself."

"You already do that."

"Yeah, not anymore." He turned around to head back in the house.

"You won't last. You miss me too much."

"I'll hope for the day when you're not so full of yourself, sweety."

"Coming from the guy who thinks his face is worth billions of dollars."

"I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just say that. Now come on, let's go inside."

Toxic. But we'll examine that next chapter.

#xavier plympton #cody fern #cody fern imagine #xavier plympton imagine #gus kenworthy #chet clancy #ahs #ahs 1984 #montana duke #billie lourd #emma roberts #brooke thompson #deron horton #american horror story #american horror story 1984 #xavier ahs #ahs xavier #ahs chet #chet ahs

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nikkigrand · 4 years

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There’s no easy way to say this, but I’m abandoning all of my works. Everything.

This post is going to be long, honest, triggering and deeply personal. So for those who don’t want to read through all of my bullshit, the gist is that I’m not emotionally or mentally capable of writing anymore.

TW ARE IN PLACE.

If you’ve followed me for a while, then you know that my boyfriend was killed in Afghanistan last year. Since then, my life has been a breathless decline into self destruction. I didn’t know—I still don’t know—how to recover from happily waiting for his return to painfully knowing he never will. I swear that some days I feel like he’s still out there and some day he’ll come home and this will all be just a bad dream. I want to wake up to a reality where he steps off that plane and into my arms, where I don’t keep a crumpled old t shirt that smells more of me than him under my pillow, where the shock of hearing certain songs doesn’t make me throw up. A reality where I don’t have to sit in front of his ashes every time I visit his mother and look at his singed necklace around her neck.

I wanted nothing more than to wake up. Just wake the fuck up and feel alive again because for so long I had felt this choking pain and grief and misery and then nothing.

Everything became an escape, something to fill that void in me. I tried all the healthy things. I ate, I worked out, I ran. I talked to people about how I felt and reached out, but nothing helped. I volunteered, i planted trees and flowers, I channeled my grief into kindness. I tried to take all this pain and turn it into something beautiful, and still I felt nothing. I was falling falling falling into this black pit and was reaching for anything to keep me from hitting the bottom.

So I started chasing highs. The standard shit at first. I drank so much alcohol that I’d wake up in bushes with my friends, limbs tangled in ways that left me sore and stinging for days because who the hell passes out in a Rose bush?

At first, drinking was fucking hell, because no matter how much I drank I’d always end up with my head cradled in the palms of my hands, fingers digging into my scalp as I screamed and wailed and asked why why why why when he was so close to coming home and why was life so goddamn mean??? I’d be in bar bathrooms, just curled in the corner and sobbing like a dramatic princess until my friends carried me out. This happened about a dozen times before it just stopped, because I figured I wasn’t drinking enough if I could remember everything.

So I drank more and more and more and then I realized that it wasn’t making me feel better, it wasn’t doing anything for me.

So I started smoking. Just weed, you know. Nothing too crazy at the time. But all that did was make me hyper-fixate on all of my failures and short comings. It made me hate myself so viscerally, so deeply that I wondered if this is who I truly am at my core. A mean bitch who drinks, smokes, parties. A maneater who fucks these poor kind hearted men to fill that hole her dead man left inside her and still finds herself cold and numb after because it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

I’m sure you know where this is going. But I hated myself. I’m a beautiful girl, I’m not blind, and yet I found myself to be so fucking ugly. So fucking ugly and grey and all I wanted—all I needed—was something to breathe life into me the way life itself did before.

I just wanted to feel happy and normal. Only for a little while. That need was so encompassing it would grip my insides and I’d cry from how much I wanted it, how much I had convinced myself I needed it. It was all I fucking wanted.

So the bumps came. And then the lines. And then whole baggies to myself. And it felt amazing, it was wonderful. The world was alive, things were different. I had more energy, more life in me than I had in months. Then the other type of lines came and it made me feel like I was floating away. There was no pain, no misery, no death hanging over my shoulder to remind me that the strength of your love can’t make people stay.

But soon, that too wasn’t enough. Like every other thing, I felt there was something better, something that could make me feel more. So here is where I tell you about all the pills I popped, all the different colored presses and how each one pulled me out of that hole I was falling into and deposited me above the ground —much higher than I could have ever dreamed of—and filled my grey world with beautiful gorgeous colors.

Then I can tell you about all the tabs I let dissolve on my tongue, or fully swallowed out of impatience, all of the lines of ketamine I combined with ecstasy and acid in one night. The things I saw, the way I felt—it took me far from this dismal life and was addicting. I was chasing something every weekend until it became every other day, chasing some feeling I still can’t name, and I knew that it was ruining me.

My grief and my drugs were killing me, and I knew it. With every cotton mouth, every clenched jaw, every pounding headache, I fucking knew and didn’t care. I’d look at my friends faces and I knew, I knew they loved me and would be devastated if they knew what I was doing, and I still didn’t care. What was life if it felt this empty?

My grades dropped, i turned down a contracting job I wanted for years, I spent all my money on psychedelics and stimulants, and it had gotten to a point where I’d pop a pill while sitting at home just because I didn’t want to be sober and didn’t want to think about how fucked up my life was becoming.

Then one day I was at a concert, high in the clouds with a joint settled comfortably between my lips and frizzy hair piled messily atop my head, when I saw a girl get carried out the venue by medics. She was probably a few years younger than I am, and i remember looking at her face impassively as they pushed through the crowd with her body thrown over this bear of a man’s shoulder as if in slow motion. She was pale and foaming at the mouth, with her arms dangling limply down his back, and she looked dead—she was dead. I knew in that same way you know that the sky is blue when the sun is up, I just knew.

And in that moment—those few seconds it took me to acknowledge that she had most likely overdosed and died—this intense yearning shot through me, so strong that I felt it in the crooks of my fucking elbows, like I wanted to embrace whatever the fuck it was that I desired to live inside me, and this voice cried out, “I wish that were me.”

And you know what, I didn’t even know I had spoken until the guy next to me shoved me in the shoulder and said, “no you don’t.”

And that terrified me. I remember dropping the joint, fumbling it in my shaking fingers, burning myself on the lit end, before handing it off to that same random guy and running off to get some air.

I’m not stupid and I’m not blind. I know I’m depressed, I know I’ve got issues, but I had never said something so suicidal out loud up until that point. I’ve never vocally wished for death and even as I sat there, as I looked out at the people outside the venue huddled together doing whip it’s and killing brain cells, I still wanted to be that poor dead girl on that man’s shoulders.

That was it for me. I remember calling an Uber home on the spot and taking everything I had and flushing it. Im not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you that it was easy. I had convinced myself that I needed these things to make me happy, and i don’t know if I can ever see life the same way after them. The feelings you get off these things are otherworldly, it’s so damn good, but they come at a price. You dont feel the same way you did before you took them, and you never will. You’ll never be who you were before that high, but you can almost convince yourself that it’s worth it. So it was pretty damn hard to take my neon presses, my rocks. my capsules, my bud and my tabs, and flush them down the toilet.

Almost immediately after I did it, I cried. Mostly because i had flushed hundreds of dollars down the fucking toilet, but also because I had become that girl in those cheesy college movies. You know the one, the one where the party girl gets addicted to drugs and goes on a bender and her whole life is just one big goddamn tragedy that won’t end. I hate those fucking movies and I, for the life of me, could not believe I was that girl.

I had been military, straight laced with a good head on my shoulders and a hard worker. I was smart, respected, the girl everyone wanted to bring home to mom. And now I was a hot mess crying in my bathroom because I had just flushed my addiction down the shitter.

Now I’m just home, trying to gather the pieces of myself in a way that doesn’t cause long term damage when I’ve yet to hit my 27th birthday.

I still go out with my friends. They know nothing about what I’ve done because I’ve always gone out and done things alone. This is the first time I’ve ever spilled my guts.

So where does FanFiction come into play in all this. Well, it’s simple, really, if you’ve gotten to this point and picked out all the mistakes in grammar. My brain is so fucked up that I can barely write a passable 3 page essay. I can’t remember words, much less how to string them together to form something beautiful in the way I used to. Trust me, it kills me and I’ve agonized over it for hours. I once tried to take this amazing idea I had and put it to paper but it would just not flow. Nothing made sense. Where before writing was effortless and focused, now my brain could barely concentrate on forming a sentence that didn’t sound like gibberish.

My attention span is so short that I literally have to isolate myself with no internet and my textbooks to get work done. It’s so bad that I have anxiety and panic attacks about the fact that I feel like a whole dumbass with one brain cell, where before I was proud of my intelligence and could hold decent conversation.

I’m still pretty, as if that fucking matters, but now I’ve got a stutter and can’t hold eye contact because my paranoia makes me think they’re judging me. And let me tell you, I’m so fucking pissed about that because I know it’s just my fried brain thinking these things, and there’s no one to blame but myself.

And I still feel empty and numb. How can I write about love and human emotions when I don’t feel anything? How can I write about looking at someone and loving them when the memory of love faded like my lover’s ashes in the wind? I just can’t.

I know love as it whispers against my skin with each interaction between me, friends, even other men, and yet I look at them and feel absolutely nothing.

So Yeah, I can’t write my stories if I can’t get my brain or my heart to work.

I’m really sorry to all my loyal readers. I really am. I wish I had been stronger. Thank you for all of your support throughout the years.

Don’t do drugs.

#trigger warnings #personal

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years

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9. Part 3

I know they say that you shouldn’t Google your own name when you’re famous, but I can’t help it, I just want to know what they are saying but I know it is all fake. I know all these blogs are fake with their happiness, but it is what I assumed it to be. Fakeness, there is always a but in their text. Congratulations but who is the dad, I cancelled my search and got off Google, that is enough Google for the day, well morning. I have not tempted to go back onto Instagram after my post, it’s always that slight terror of seeing something I dislike fuelling my anger, but it’s annoying. I will have a little look and see what is being said, loading my Instagram. The first post I see is Dennis’ post, it made me smile. It is an unseen picture of me on the day of the Ball walking down the stairs with Ja, reading the caption ‘My boss lady! I am ever so happy for you, to see the happiness in your eyes. The pure joy of becoming a mother, I can’t wait to photograph every moment with you. Congratulations motherhoodriri’ I chuckled, I need to change my name to that I guess, that was so sweet of him. Liking the post and typing a comment out ‘I will be a HOOD mother! Thank you’ pressing send on the message, I will not look in my tagged posts, but I will check on my post. Tapping on my post and then seeing the video “wow” I whispered to myself “holy shit!” I spat, this post is nearing to twenty million likes, oh wow I didn’t expect that to be so liked. Going into the comments and it’s full of good, a lot of positivity which is nice to see but if I am to say thank you to all these people I will be here forever, but I am over this now. Locking my phone sighing out, last night had me sleeping on the couch as soon as he left, I sat down and fell asleep. My back didn’t appreciate it but that really drained me and it was a mess, and I felt somewhat hurt by him but I can’t judge him on that performance, I just can’t but he said some pretty hurtful things that every man in this world thinks of me, I am whore, I have done this with this person. When I haven’t, I may flirt and hug on some but sex, no way unless I feel that person and it’s not many people that get that far but to hear him say those things, I had to shut him up, but for him to faint was dramatic of him.

Everyone at this dining table is a mess, they are all hungover messes which is funny to me because I am now the sober one just laughing at them “you need to thank the gods I hired a chef for today cause I was not about to cook you all anything, you all should be spoiling me actually” they are all not in the mood, you can tell “Jahleel is not shit, he kept coming back with drinks, then we lost Jen. Found out she went home to her husband” Mel said in such a low tone “well she will be back, so you all had fun then?” Ja nodded his head “tell us, how did it go with him?” Noella was quick to ask, she is always the one to get over a hangover quick, she is good with her drink. I am not going to tell them the full extent, I am not doing that. Whatever happened it was between us and I am going to keep it that way unless it does come out he doesn’t want to be around, then it’s something I will have to explain but I won’t be telling them what actually happened, just the diluted version “so I told him, and he fainted” the sounds of cutlery hitting the plates just stopped “what?” Mel said staring at my face “yes, that happened. From him accusing me it was Drake and then I said it, he fainted just near the bar in the corner. And then he woke up, told me to repeat it. He will be back today anyways so if you all don’t mind, well I will take him to the spare room” they are all shocked at the fainting “if he comes” I breathed out, if he doesn’t then so be it.

A knock on the bedroom door “it’s me” Mel said as she walked into my bedroom, she closed the door behind her “to be honest I call your bluff, Chris looked so out of it. What happened?” laughing at Mel clocking me “we had a full blown argument; it was a lot of shouting and pointing and name calling. He did say a lot of words to me that hurt, I mean of course that is what people think of me. He was so out of it Mel, he literally was shouting and slurring but I held my ground, after he fainted he did calm down but was saying he had a condom on so was denying it. He started talking about court and then I dragged him about himself because he needed it, I made him upset, you should have seen his face. I felt bad about it though but he said can I just come back sober, I agreed to it but do not tell anyone this” Mel looked offended I even told her to not say anything “shut up, it’s me so you both didn’t get far I guess, besides arguing and tell him. You think he will come?” I shrugged “give him until today, then I know my answer but I just had to tell him about himself, he was acting so cocky about himself” placing my dress in the suitcase, I like to keep up with that because we won’t be here for long and I hate packing anyways “drugs I guess, well I am still rooting for him” Mel said which was nice to hear “Fenty! Hey, you have a visitor!” Ja shouted outside my room, Mel and I just stared at each other, it’s too early for him.

Walking down the steps “I mean it can’t be him, it is pretty early” I said in a whisper “he also doesn’t sleep” she has a point, Mel and I are both intrigued to know because Ja didn’t exactly explain who it is, it must be him. Reaching the bottom of the steps “he is outside the door, I answered, and he said he will wait outside” Ja said “he? Name would be good” Ja laughed “Oh yes, it’s Chris” Mel and I just eyed each other up “ok, I will be in the second living room” I hope it won’t be no arguing, I hope it is just pure adult conversation between us. Dragging open the door, staring at Chris as he smoked away looking around the area but me, he has changed into a white tee, snapback with cut off jeans. Least he has changed “making a mess of my front yard with your cigarettes?” I said, he jumped as he turned around “don’t faint on me again” I said laughing, it’s still a little funny he did “come in when you’re done” walking back into the house, he can just walk in. Walking towards the room everyone is in, they all stared at me “second visit huh, you look happy girl” Ja said with such a smirk “relieved anyways but be nice, for me” I asked, I mean I don’t know why I need to ask because they are ok “it’s not us you need to ask such a thing but I need to go and see Majesty, Auntie said she is playing up” nodding my head “tell my mom that I am ok, and Mel doesn’t mind they are using her apartment either” Noella smiled at me and then she looked behind me “ready?” I said turning to him “yeah” looking at his face, he hasn’t slept at all. Strong weed and aftershave on him, that is good smell on a man to be honest, I like the smell “hi daddy” hearing Ja say as I walked off, he is something else.

Chris walked by me to sit down, closing the door behind him. This is going to be hard actually, I think the messy Chris is easier to speak too, it is so much easier to speak to someone you love drunk then this “you want anything to drink?” I offered, I am not that rude “no, I think I am ok” he cleared his throat, walking around the couch, I didn’t sit near him. Just thought I would give him space and sit across from him, sitting down but sat back because I can’t be sitting forward with my stomach now. Catching Chris staring at me but then he looked away “this is weird” he admitted “I think I was more positive the first time you told me you was, I think I was more ready to hear then, just reminded me of that time. I ain’t forget” he is just like me, I haven’t forgotten “nobody would have let it happen” I said because it is true, we were young and had our careers ahead of us “same now though” nodding my head slowly “you right” I mumbled “I want to apologise, I am sorry. I acted out in my moment of being hurt, I have been acting like a complete dickhead. I am in shock still; I am still trying to accept it. I was hurt by you telling me to go and I admit that, it drove me crazy that you are pregnant and it’s selfish of me to feel that because you was going to eventually be this way but I said a lot, I am sorry and I don’t apologise for much because I like to be right but I am. I know I am not a good guy; I carry a lot of shit and yeah. I am so sorry, and I will forever be sorry for losing you because at the end of the day, I did want you. I am sorry for playing you off with Kae, I have been thinking on what to say to you because I am ashamed, I respect you so much, I really do. I hold a lot of respect for you, I love you so of course I do. To treat you like I did, you don’t take shit from anyone but I am sorry, I just wanted to get that out there” he said every word with his head down, he is nervous “it’s fine, it’s a lot to deal with but I guess now you know how I felt when you had kids and then kind of played happy families, I am not bitter but I always wanted that” Chris dragged his eyes up to look at me “I don’t admit that a lot, happy for you but I wanted that and I never got it so next stop was sperm donor. It’s been a hurtful process to want that, but I am ok. As always” I laughed “I find it so hard to speak to you because I love you Robyn and I just need to know how did you find out?” he asked “and yes I was upset you threw me out, I just wanted that something else from you. Not what I get from others, if you get what I mean” raising an eyebrow “a hug?” Chris cleared his throat “but it happened and now we have this?” Sober Chris is the Chris I know “I guess I should know Christopher Brown” maybe I should have “sorry” I apologised.

This is the Chris I know, he is not the guy people portray him to be or he always acts out to be “why didn’t you tell me when you found out, did you want me to be last?” I took in a deep breath, I mean of course I have to explain myself “I don’t actually remember how it happened, I know you put a condom on but then I don’t remember anything and neither do you so that sucks for us both but I cried when I found out, I was going to get an abortion, I will admit that. I was like I cannot be the third baby mother, and I cried on the hospital bed. I fainted in London which nobody found out about, when I got to the hospital that is when I found out I was pregnant. The doctor was kind of laughing at me that I didn’t notice I was but if Mel weren’t there, we wouldn’t be here right now. I would have terminated right there and then, the thought of everyone judging me, after waiting all this time I am just another award on your shelf. Mel talked me out of it, she said speak to my mom first, so I flew out to Barbados on that day, I was a wreck the whole way there. I broke down crying again with my mom, and then I told her it’s you, I can’t do it. I expected her to agree with me, she didn’t. She told me to keep it, that it was a blessing from god. She would not take me having an abortion and that this could be my last chance, and I missed it. I stayed in Barbados and relaxed. Then I was like I have to tell you, and every time I checked there was something going on in your life. I stalked you, I stalked your fans, I wanted to know what you were doing, and I saw nothing but shit. I find it hard, it kills me that I don’t have what I wanted, a stable home and a man” I am not going to cry, not doing it today “but” I said gathering myself “I am pregnant and I have this baby now, and I just wish it was different” Chris put his head down and so did I, the last thing I want right now is to cry but here I am ready to cry “we still have each other’s heart” he said and I wish he didn’t, feeling the tears fill my eyes. Taking in a deep breath looking up “but we have this baby” I managed to say “this is what matters, for the both of us. I told you late because I know how hard you would find it too and I wasn’t sure on how to deal with it, I was still planning but I was always going to give you that choice” Chris still has his head down not saying a word.

I feel bad, I don’t like to see him cry but he is, I am hurting with him “I wish I could be that guy for you” Chris said something, I let him be in his own thoughts and he broke the silence between us “maybe you was better off it not being me” he looked up “but I am not forcing you to be in it’s life, not even a word. I would never tell” a tear fell from his eye, but he was quick to wipe it “I wouldn’t leave my baby, not when it is with the woman I love. I just wish it were different. Can I smoke? Outside?” nodding my head “just erm go out front” Chris got up from the couch “or the double doors open” I pointed, Chris walked off to the double doors. I think Chris is struggling with the me and the baby part, I feel he is happy, but he probably feels he’s not in a good place. He is struggling to split the fact he loves me, and I am having his baby, knowing that I am not his but just another baby mother. I think it’s hard on us both because we do love each other a lot, we have been through so much together. I knew this conversation was going to be hard between us, but he wants to be involved and that alone makes me happy because I want my child to have a father in its life.

Smiling at Chris as he came back into the room “every time I think that you are pregnant with my baby I have to leave the room, it’s just wild how that has happened” watching him sit down “I feel the same way” watching him smile, it’s nice to see him smile “so how will this work out, I mean you are pregnant and everyone thinks it’s whoever’s baby” he may not like it “it depends on you, depends on how much you are going to change, I am not having no half assed father in my child’ life. I want you to change for you too, I feel like you need to change yourself. The way you are acting is no good for you either, I want better for you Chris” Chris clasped his hands together “you try living in my brain then, you try living in my shoes then. You would want to be that way, till this day I am the bad guy, I am bored of industry shit. You prefer to be in that bubble, I don’t” raising an eyebrow “and how is that coming along Chris? Not well is it? You’re putting that before your kids right? Drugs are no good Chris, I want you to get help” Chris laughed “no” I didn’t expect much from that “then Chris, I can’t allow you to be in my life like this, you are no good. I said I want better for you, is that why your loved ones have gave up on you? You can’t be like this and I allow you to be near the baby, no. I am sorry, but I don’t want your money, I don’t even need you, I just want you to be a dad! But you can’t even be that I am not going to help you if you don’t want it Chris, I won’t. You came back here for a reason; you came here for what?” I don’t understand why he did come here then “because of you, you’re having my baby” he answered that part but not change himself “and did you believe I would like you be this with me around? I tried to change you when we got together, then it didn’t work, I get you are your own person, I am too. Still, nobody knows who the father is, not until that father is worthy of a title, you think you are” Chris doesn’t like it, but I am right because he is not even thinking right.

I sighed out “how will I see my child then?” looking at him, he asked but nothing about changing his ways “I will be having my baby in London, and it will be sometime in the beginning of January. I will be in London” Chris looked at like I swore at him “the fuck is the point!” he shouted “I am here! I can’t even go to that shit place! You are doing it on purpose!” he spat “are you going to let me speak or just shout? I want you to fully understand that I am not going to let you even be near me or my child with you fucking taking drugs, fuck! Don’t you see how pathetic you are thinking you are good like this, you either play by my rules where I actually want the best for you or you just go back to your home and continue your lifestyle, I know you can be better” I don’t get why he is holding onto something that is dragging him down “what are your rules? That I am always having to please you huh!?” clearing my throat rolling my eyes, he doesn’t like rules “not please me Chris, what I want from you is a clean drug free guy, get rid of your friends that are using you. I will help you with it, I will be here for you. And if you want to be around for things like scans or whatever then that is fine, but this will be done all in secret. You can’t speak a word on this to anyone, it is between me and you and the people in the next room” I am not sure if he will like that or he will want to tell everyone, Chris is quiet not saying anything really “you really want me to be there?” he asked “why wouldn’t I? I don’t expect you to be, but I wouldn’t say no” Chris clenched “what about at the birth? Or is that just your people” that was such a sassy tone, he assumes I go by my people “if you saying my mother then yes but if the father of my child wants to be there, I would like that too” Chris put his head down “can I see the scan picture?” he asked, I didn’t even bring that down “uhh, it’s in my bedroom. Come up” getting up from the couch.

Walking into my bedroom “don’t mind the clothes, I was packing some of my things. I am sure you have seen my panties before” walking around my bed “yeah” Chris chuckled “where are you going?” picking the scan picture from the side table “Mexico, gender reveal. It’s just small and private, just some friends and family. But here it is” holding the scan picture out to him “this is weird to see” he said taking the scan picture from me “I know, I am like is this really mine” stepping back as he looked at the scan picture “they are saying the baby has my forehead already, I mean of course they would” watching Chris stare at the picture intently, a little smirk played on his lips “I never really played part in Royalty and Aeko’ thing, I was just the provider really. I think they are right; it has your forehead already” he looked up from the picture “shut up” side eyeing him “what if your people get into your mind and they want you to get rid of me?” Chris asked “oh no, this is my child. This is my life now, my baby comes first, this is why I want you to do better for yourself, I know what you are and can be, I want that for you, which then makes you better for your other kids” he looked at the scan picture again “I want you to come to the gender reveal, you don’t trust me and think I am playing a game. Let’s start from there, you come with us to Mexico. That is if you want to come, and no my family won’t be mean to you or say a thing, they are rooting for you to actually be there. This is not a game Chris, this is my baby’ life I am playing with, and not only that I care for you and want good for you” Chris held out the scan picture “Mijo gave up with me, he lives his own life now too, we just see each other when I need something. Nobody helps unless they want to gain and” Chris looked up at the ceiling “I just had no purpose but to battle everyone and everything, I know what I got to do but someone is always fucking with me. My mom just doesn’t trust me, I feel at times she has taken over my kids like they her own, I am not sure if it is because of the way I am but you right, I am not a real dad at all” that is big of him to admit that “it’s never too late Chris, we can maybe get to the point where we can tell the world. But you need to work with me and I will work with you” Chris nodded his head “the world doesn’t deserve to know; I am sick of my kids being used for some promotional shit. I am a little choked up, it’s like I am becoming a dad for the first time, but I am still slightly coming down from the drugs I had last night but I am with you on it. I have a lot to think about, but I don’t want anyone to know, they don’t deserve to know. And I will do this for you” I did not expect him to say me, I would have hoped he meant the baby “if that makes you want to be better then ok” I will take from him “but London? How can I see anything?” he has a point “but I can deal with that for you, I will look into that for you. It’s been years Chris, you haven’t tried. So, you want to go on this journey with me? If you don’t stop the drugs I won’t take that shit, I promise you I will cut you off” Chris placed his hand over his heart “I promise, I won’t let you down. You have opened your door to help me, you don’t know how much that does mean to me, to have someone believe in me” only time will tell but Chris is a stubborn man, he would straight say no if he didn’t want something and he hasn’t done that “it is hard, the reason why it’s taken me this time to tell you because I needed to be mentally ok to help you when needed, I am doing this because my baby deserves the Chris I know, and he is the best guy and my baby will be luckiest thing to have you” Chris turned away from me “don’t, but” he wiped his face with his hands “I will do anything for that baby inside of you, but also you. But I am doing this because I know you got nothing to gain, I trust you like I didn’t before. I will do it your way” nodding my head smiling.

I offered Chris a drink and he accepted, opening the door “how did it….. Oh” Ja said seeing Chris behind me, Ja’ eyes all wide eyed “pour Chris a drink then” I said to Ja “take a seat Chris” Mel smiled at me “I wanted to say sorry Mel about the texts” Chris apologised as he sat down “it’s ok, but negro I was close to coming there and beating you, stubborn as fuck” sitting down on the chair “you want to sit on the couch?” Chris offered “no it’s ok, sit. Dennis and Chris, you both have met before. Chris will be around for longer then we all anticipated” Dennis laughed “blast from the past, of course I know Chris” Ja shuffled back over “whiskey, it is the good stuff. So how is all? Are you going to join us?” Ja is nosey as fuck “this is Jahleel Chris if you haven’t already met, don’t ever take him seriously. Chris is going to be with us, and we are all going to be nice to him” Mel smiled at me, we have a lot to discuss later “you got the good weed? Actually, you funny as shit drunk, you were drunk last night right? He was dancing all around outside” Ja doesn’t realise that his ass was drugged up “I do have good weed and I can be funny sometimes” Ja rolled his eyes “well as long as you both not having sex, my room was next door to you both. That lasted all fucking night! I said it to Mel, I goes Chris motherfucking Brown is not invited to anything, you both didn’t stop, at one point it was the walls, spiderman on that wall, chile!” I put head down, Ja is not shit for bringing that up “Jahleel was so angry, oh my god. He was happy to see Chris leave” Mel laughed out “ok! Ok! Shut the fuck up, it’s not sex, he is here because we are now having a baby together, my god” I don’t want to hear it “a condom was used once from all that then” they had to start Chris off “look, can we all go to someone else’s sex life, mine is not interesting. Ja, please don’t get kicked out of this home, thank you” glaring at him “how do you feel anyways Chris? Baby scan is so cute” Mel asked him, Chris grinned “erm, it’s still processing but I feel optimistic about it. I am in shock but happy, it’s a whole different feeling to have a baby with someone you want, it’s good. I am happy” I am glad to know he is happy, it’s a change from the sadness I been seeing in his eyes.

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Finding Peace In Another Part 19

A/N: T/W: Discussion of drug addiction and dating violence. This chapter is coming out a few days early and I’m sorry for the delay, I've been really busy with school. I hope everyone is coping well with the virus and isn't going to stir crazy. Also note that this is a work of free fiction and as such I’m not sticking to exact US immigration protocol. Much love!

A few weeks after my dinner with Scott, things were going well. His suspicions were quelled, Monty and I were good and there were no lingering issues with me hanging out with Scott. Since things had calmed down some, I decided to partake in my new favourite pastime. Recently I started surprising Justin at Monet’s after his shifts.

“Hey Justin, can I get peach tea and a raspberry scone please?”

“Coming right up. Usual table?”

“Depends, do you have leftovers?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m beginning to think you’re only using me for a baked good fix.”

“Maybe. I do bake as a hobby though, so its definitely more that I like you.”

He laughed as I took my drink and wandered over to the table. I people watched while he finished his shift.

“So, how are things with you?” I asked, casually after he sat down.

“You know, things are going. Clay is kind of oblivious to things, mom and dad are trying to judge what they should and shouldn’t push me on. The usual stuff. You?”

“Yeah. Things are going with me too. Dad still occasionally pops in town for a few days before going to wherever he needs to again. Still acts like I don’t essentially live on my own. I think he’s going to be in town for like two weeks sometime soon so that will be interesting.”

“Oh?” He asked, surprised. “Interesting how?”

I had to be careful how I answered. Man, this hiding our relationship thing is getting hard. “Well, he could decide to actually parent me. I’m an adult though so that could cause problems. May end up being a very silent couple of weeks.”

“Sounds like a trip.” He said, laughing.

“Justin. The last time he was home for any length of time, he told me to go look for a job.”

“Uh, why?”

“I have no idea. I can’t even legally work here. Dad’s work did something with the paperwork or something because I am still in high school. I literally can’t work, even if I wanted to.”

“I know. That makes no sense. Could tell him to send you home really.” He said, jokingly. There was a skepticalness to his tone that seemed to indicate he was nervous for my answer.

“What? No. I have finally finished settling in and have begun to think of Evergreen County as my second home. Alberta will always be my home, but that doesn’t mean I want to move back. I still don’t understand your reluctance for universal healthcare but that’s fine. Technically it hasn’t been long enough to be removed from Alberta Healthcare, but I’m not about to go to the trouble of going all the way home to deal with something that can be dealt with here. Dad haggled and made them give him really good insurance to move here and give up the free healthcare.”

“Okay good. Because we like you and don’t want you to leave.”

We talked about some school stuff for a while before I noticed him start to seem a little restless. I knew about his addiction issues and we talked about it often. “Hey, you still with me Justin?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry what were we talking about?”

“Math test, but that’s not important. How are you doing right now?” I asked, subtly referencing the possible cause of his restlessness.

He sighed before answering, “I’m doing okay I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it? We can go for a walk if you’re not comfortable talking here.”

After a moment he nodded. I got up and went to order us two coffees to go while he waited, trying to organize his thoughts.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go. Your usual?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Obviously.

We left the shop and wandered around a bit before he broke the silence. “It’s just harder than I expected it to be. Even with going to meetings, it’s hard to manage sometimes.”

“I get it. Have you talked to your sponsor at all?”

“I call him every afternoon to check in but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. And I want to talk to Jess about it, but I don’t want to scare her or push her away. And I want to talk to mom and dad about it but I don’t want them to be mad or….”

“Or what Justin?”

“Or kick me out or something? I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t happen, but I hear you and I understand what you mean.” We sat on a park bench and people watched for a while. “You should tell Jess. Trust me when I tell you she is probably going to figure something out sooner or later.”

He looked at me in surprise, “You…?”

“No, not me. My ex-boyfriend was a prescription drug addict. Percocet was his drug of choice. He was in quasi-recovery, still drank and smoked weed so not actually trying stay sober, when we started dating. It wasn’t pills though so I wasn’t going to push the issue. But as time went on, he started using again and tried to hide it from me. It wasn’t that hard to figure it out. Things got… bad towards the end. Not that you would ever… just. I knew.”

“Oh. I-I didn’t know. Are you like, okay?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t that bad. If we stayed together it would have been worse, but thankfully we ended up breaking up after he went on a bender and I said enough was enough. But we aren’t talking about me, we are talking about you.”

“Do you think she would understand?”

“I think so. It might be hard at first, but I think she will. And she needs to hear it from you, not figure it out on her own like I did or be told by someone else. That will make it easier.”

“And my parents?”

“If you want, I can go with you to talk to them.”

“I think that would be good, yeah.”

“What do you want to do Justin?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do you need? Do you need to go to more meetings? Do you need someone to take you to meetings? Do you need to consider going to rehab? What do you need?”

“I don’t know. I know I need help. I just don’t know where to start. Why?”

“Because I want to help you. You’re my friend. And your parents will ask, so maybe thinking about it before you talk to them would be helpful. If not though, I understand. And if you need anything, just call me. Okay? Day or night.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks Becca.”

We chatted randomly for a while again before calling it a night and parting ways.

The next day went smoothly as well. At least until lunch that is. The guys were goofing off as usual and since Scott had seemed to quell his suspicions at least for now, Monty and I didn’t have to walk on eggshells as much around him anymore. Bailey called me about halfway through lunch. It wasn’t unusual for him to call me in the middle of the day, given he had a spare after lunch, but he didn’t usually call and then text and then call again. Odd. I hope everything is okay….

“Someone’s popular? Hot date you forgot about tonight Becca?” Garrison joked. I wasn’t looking at Monty but I knew his eye twitched ever so slightly, as it did whenever someone made a comment like that.

“Uh, yeah sure. Whatever Garrison.” I said, distracted as my phone began to ring again. Something is going on. I answered it at the table rude I know, but I don’t think a bunch of teenage boys care much about table etiquette. “Hey Bailey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Hey so I didn’t want to get involved or get you involved since you aren’t here to defend yourself, but I feel like you need to know. And it’s my problem because you’re my best friend.”

“Need to know what?” I put my hand up to quiet the boys down a bit.

“James has been… saying stuff. About you. And your relationship.”

“Uh okay? Why is that a problem?”

“Because of what he has been saying and what it involves regarding your relationship.”

“What has he been saying Bailey?” I felt my cheeks begin to warm and Monty and Zach’s eyes on me.

“He’s been telling our friends uh… intimate details about your erm… private relationship.”

I laughed in disbelief. That little prick. I took a deep breath to centre myself, though it did little to quell my growing anger. The table grew silent as I started to vibrate, “well Bailey. You tell James that if he keeps running his damn mouth, I will get on the next plane home, find him, and shove my foot so far up his ass he will taste it.” I heard Bryce let out a laugh and glared at him threateningly.

“Okay. Is it wrong that I would pay to watch that? Because that would be great.”

“Bailey.”

“Sorry, just trying to break the tension.”

“Has the little slime ball been saying anything else?”

“I mean, he complains about the end of your relationship, which I don’t like but that’s not unusual.”

“Remind him that I kept my mouth shut about a lot of shit he did, to protect him. And remind him about the little agreement we made when we broke up. I may not live there anymore, but my phone plan has international calling and I am on very good terms with the school resource officer.”

“What agreement Rebecca?”

“The agreement that keeps his dumb ass out of jail for various things that I cannot talk about right now. And certainly not with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have money to bail you out of jail and the exchange rate is terrible right now. That’s why.”

“O-okay then. Talk later?”

“Yeah, I might call tonight but if not, later this week. Depends on my plans for the evening.” I heard a bell on the other end of the line.

“Gotta run, love you Becky.”

“Love you too Bear.”

When I looked up, the table was staring at me, slack jawed. Scott looked the least surprised out of the group, considering he had a little more insight than everyone else regarding my last relationship. “What?”

“What the fuck was that?” Matt asked.

“My ex was talking about shit he shouldn’t have been talking about.”

“Okay we got that much but… what was that?” Zach asked.

“You’re so small. How can such a small person have that kind of anger in them?” Garrison added.

“Could have something to do with people not watching where the hell they walk and stepping on me, or it could have something to do with my tolerance for bullshit getting lower and lower the older I get.”

“But you hang out with us. So, I don’t see how that is possible? That was kind of hot though.” Scott asked.

“No offence, but I’ve met second graders who exude more bullshit than you guys do all put together. Well if I knew that’s all it would take to turn you on Scott, I would have told Bailey to call me during lunch a long time ago.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Hurtful but fair. What can I say, it’s the simple things. Are you going to eat your apple?”

“Depends Scotty. Are you going to take it anyway?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Uh huh. Since I don’t get a choice anymore, knock yourself out.” I chucked my apple at him, half hoping he would miss. He never did.

Zach and Monty shared a look. Still haven’t grasped subtlety yet I see. “Do you want my carrot sticks Monty? I’m not very hungry.”

“Why?”

“Big breakfast.”

“Right. Sure, not one to say no to free food. Even if they are someone’s leftovers.”

“They aren’t leftovers you meatball. I cut them this morning. I had green beans last night.”

“Do you eat other vegetables Becks?” Monty asked, teasingly, taking a bite of the stick.

“Dude, chew your fucking food.” Bryce chided.

“Why? What is this? Interrogate Rebecca day or something? Eat your damn carrot sticks.”

There was a beat of silence, where the boys sat with perplexed looks on their faces. Zach, bless him, jumped in with some game related question that I tuned out as it went over my head. I’m dating a sports player. I never said I understood any of it. The heat seemed to be off of us again, though I could feel Scott glancing my way every now and then while I tried to brush up on some geometry before math class.

I had full intentions to lessen Scott’s once again raised suspicions, so instead of waiting for Montgomery a minute or two after the lunch bell as usual, I merely waived goodbye to my friends and ran to math. I was the first one there so I pulled out the book I was reading between classes.

“Good book?” Cyrus asked, startling me as he sat down.

“God! You scared me. Yeah, I have read it a few times though.”

“Cool. Did you want to come hang out tonight? Mack is going to Chad’s place to talk boys or something.”

“Maybe, I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Dad is making baked ziti for dinner. You can have a corner piece.” He bribed.

“A corner piece of ziti you say? Well in that case, my schedule is clear as day.”

“It’s a plan.”

Mr. Daniels started class a few minutes later. Will geometry ever get easier?

I met Cyrus at my locker after school and yelled a goodbye to my friends, who were having an animated discussion about who would in a fight, someone I had never heard of or some other guy I’ve never heard of. There was a chorus of ‘byes’ and grunts of acknowledgement. We parted ways and met again at his house.

“Hey Andrew.” I greeted his dad.

“Hey kids. How was school?”

“It was school dad. The establishment and crap.”

“I see you had a good day Cyrus.”

“At Liberty? Sure.”

“I had a pretty good day. I told my friend at home to tell my ex where he can stick his opinion. Do you need help with anything?”

“No, that’s okay thanks though Becca.”

“Oh this I need to hear.” Cyrus said, grabbing a Coke from the fridge.

“Pass me a Diet and I’ll tell you.” After opening my drink, I told the father and son the story of the lunch phone call.

His dad raised his brow and muttered something about punk ass little shits who don’t know their cocks from their feet.

“That is awesome dude. You should have told him to Facetime you when he told this James dickwad.”

“That would require me seeing the asshat’s stupid face. So no sadly.”

“Fair point. We are going to my room to do some homework Dad. Call when dinner is ready? I bribed her with a corner piece so save one for her.”

“For sure kids. Have fun.”

With that, we ran off to his room, but we didn’t work on the non-existent homework. Instead, we went through his records and Spotify account and argued about which to play. “Just go to a radio if it’s going to be an issue Cyrus.”

“No no. You’re my guest, you choose.”

“I already chose and you said no.”

“Fine. Defy it is. You’re lucky I like you.”

“Mhmm. Just play the damn album Cy.”

He laughed as he hit play and the sounds of Of Mice & Men filled the room.

“You better not have been lying about the corner piece man.”

“Lie to you about dad’s cooking? I would never.”

“Right. And I’m the Queen of England.”

We joked around for a while before dinner. Andrew called us down later and as promised, I had my crispy corner slice of ziti.

“Thank God it’s Friday. I want this week to be over. Thank you for dinner again.”

“Everything okay Becca? It’s no problem.” Andrew asked.

“Yeah, it’s just been busy. Lots of assignments and stuff.” Too much work and not enough boyfriend time.

“Well you have the weekend to relax at least.” Cyrus pointed out, waving his fork.

“If you don’t stop that, you’ll poke your eye out one of these days. Are you going to the game next Saturday, Cyrus?” “Maybe. Not really my scene.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. We can not care about the sport together. It’s high school. You only go once.”

“Fine, but you are buying me popcorn.”

“Deal.” I said and shook his hand.

Andrew made sure to send me home with leftovers and a standing invitation to come for dinner any time at the end of the night.

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davieslandon · 4 years

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DISCORD THREAD || KHAI & LANDON

Discord thread featuring: @malakhai-ozera & Landon

When: September 22nd

Mentions: @aaronhart93 @alison-haynes @romanbeckett @dammitdorian

Description: Landon and Khai meet up for lunch.

Trigger Warnings: feels

Khai.

It seemed like Khai had been going non stop all weekend and he really just needed a minute to slow down and relax. After getting drunk at the party, flying to London, and having a bit of a struggle with hard drugs. He felt like seeing Landons face was just what he needed to feel a sense of calmness. Sure things were still a bit weird between them, but Khai’s feelings hadn’t changed in the slightest. He loved being with Landon, and he always felt safe with him. Like he could really just let go and be himself, even with the slight awkwardness. They had agreed to meet up at dreamers diner and Khai was waiting in a booth toward the back of the establishment. He wasn’t really sure if Landon wanted anyone to see them together, so he thought this placement might be best. He just hoped that Landon would spot him there, and luckily the place wasn’t too packed. He chewed nervously on his bottom lip once he saw Landon walked through the door and stood up to greet him as he made his way over. “Hey, babe” he smiled. Pulling the other male in for a hug as he breathed in his sent and hummed softly.

LANDON

Things were still a little awkward between him and Khai but their conversation at the party helped them get some things out of the way. Did he still feel some kind of way for the other? Of course, feelings and emotions didn’t just disappear overnight but he still believed that he made the right choice. They both had too much baggage they needed to deal with before they could try anything between them. That didn’t mean he didn’t want Khai in his life and so was more than happy to meet up with him for lunch during his work break. When he got to Dreamer’s Diner, it took him a while to notice Khai all the way at the back but once he did, he made his way to him and happily hugged him back. “Hey love”, he smiled and took a seat when they broke away. “How did London treat you?”

Khai.

Baggage or no baggage, Khai strongly felt that Landon was the one for him. Did Dorian say all the right things? Yeah, of course he did. There was no doubt about that at all. But that still didn’t change the fact that Khai had been falling for Landon over and over for months now. The connection between them only growing stronger the minute Landon let down his walls and allowed him into his bed. It didn’t matter that Landon wanted space, or that he might not think they belonged together. The only think that matter to Khai was that he didn’t feel this way for anyone else. It was almost as if Landon had put some sort of love spell on him, and no matter what he did he couldn’t break it. Landon always put up quite the fight against him though, even making him wait months before letting anything push even slightly past friendship. It made Khai feel like this wasn’t just about sex, or forbidden desires. It was about something more, something he couldn’t quite seem to put into words, and God did he crave it. Just hugging Landon made his stomach do tiny flips while his heart pounded wildly out of control. It was almost way too obvious how the world would just stop spinning as Khai looked deep into the others eyes. But he tried to keep his composure. If Landon wanted to get over him and move on, he would just have to accept that. He didn’t want to push Landon any more. As badly as he wanted him, this all had to be on Landons terms from here on out, and if that meant he had to wait forever, than so be it. He sat back down across from the other male and he pushed his hair back from his face. “It was trying” he said honestly. “I kinda figured it would be though. Hanging out with a pretty well known band that likes to do hard drugs and drink themselves sober, it was a bit of a struggle.” He shrugged nonchalantly and licked his lips as he reached for his menu. “How did the rest of your weekend go? Did you and Elle do anything fun?”

LANDON

When Khaj told him about going to London to shoot a music video, Landon didn’t even think to ask about who he was going there with. Maybe he should have. Suddenly Khai’s text about hard drugs made a lot more sense and he sighed. “So I’m guessing you partook in some hard drugs?” He wasn’t judging but he was a little worried. “My weekend was pretty good. Kind of calm for once which is surprising. Although I did take Elle to the beach on Sunday so I guess that was exciting.”

Khai.

Khai was fidgeting with his menu. His thumb nail digging into the side of his other thumb on his left hand as his eyes gazed over the selections. He didn’t always feel comfortable talking about his struggles. But he knew this was a barrier he had to break down with Landon if he ever expected for them to move forward. The deep conversations had fallen silent between them somewhere along the line, and even though it wasn’t intentional, it did worry him that Landon would just end up seeing him in a negative light. “You know...” he started to reply. His eyes shifting up from his menu to connect with Landons once again as he let out a deep sigh and shook his head. “I really wanted to. It was so tempting, and they were literally everywhere... and God, it was so hard not to, but I didn’t.” He replied honestly. “I did smoke a lot of weed though. But that’s not really anything new for me” he scoffed. A small smile pulling at his lips as Landon described his weekend. “I bet that was nice. She really loves the beach doesn’t she?” There was always a sense of calming that came with talking about Elle, and a more genuine smile formed across his features.

LANDON

Somewhere along the way, they lost sight of what was truly important in their relationship. They spent a whole weekend together but barely talked about anything important. It was nice to have so much sex that Landon started hurting in places he forgot could hurt but he missed the conversations between them. Maybe this could be their chance to get back to that. He listened to what Khai had to say and could admit, at least to himself, that he was relieved Khai managed to stay away. “I’m really proud of you. You could have given in but you didn’t and that’s amazing Khai”, he smiled. “Oh yeah, Elle adores the beach. We’re not going as much as we did in summer because of school but I try to take her during the weekend before it gets too cold.”

Khai.

Sex definitely was Khai’s strongest love language, and he had to admit it himself, he had definitely taken full advantage of his weekend spent with Landon. He couldn’t help himself though. He wanted Landon to feel desire and to know exactly how much he adored him. But, he had completely lost sight of that bond they once had, and he missed it. He wasn’t sure when he became to scared to say the wrong thing with his friend. But it was nice to just talk about things again. “Thank you, babe. It wasn’t easy that’s for sure. But I just thought about all the things I’ve worked so hard to achieve... and Elle.” He didn’t really elaborate beyond that. But he had come to love Elle so much, and he knew he couldn’t bare the hurt in that little girls eyes if he had done something that stupid. “Yeah, it’s sad it’s getting colder already. Maybe we could take her apple picking, or to the pumpkin patch instead. I heard there’s supposed to be some sort of fall festival going on along the beach as well. I think she’d really enjoy that.” Sure he was talking as if they would be going on sporadic dates. But that was just his heart holding onto that little bit of hope he still had for them. “So... has she sprung her costume idea on you yet? I still think you’d look hot as Peter Pan in those super tight tights” he grinned.

LANDON

Knowing that his daughter influenced Khai to the point that he didn’t do hard drugs because of her warmed his heart. Elle meant everything to him and it never failed to surprise him when he realized others felt the same way for his daughter. It was a nice surprise. Landon was so focused on the start of school and all the challenges that would bring that he didn’t think much about activities they could do once it got colder, especially now that Elle was getting older. “I think she would absolutely love going to the pumpkin patch. We’ve been in previous years but she was younger and I don’t think she really got the point of it but she’s so excited for Halloween this year.” Talk of the Halloween costume made him groan as he knew it was very possible he was going to get stuck in a costume that made him look like a complete idiot. “No way, that’s out of the question. She’s obsessed with frozen like every child her age but she’s also really getting into marvel lately...I’m hoping I can convince her to do something Avengers related.” Landon wasn’t sure if that was a possibility or just wishful thinking but he was at least going to try.

Khai.

It had surprised Khai as well how close he had gotten with Elle. He didn’t really get to spend a lot of time with her, but every time he did, they connected as if he had know her his entire life. He loved kids, and even though he sometimes got annoyed with the loud obnoxiousness. Elle really did make him want to be a better person, much like her daddy did. “Oh yeah, I definitely think she would love it. Getting to run around and pick out her own pumpkin, and then getting to take it home and carve it with you. I’m sure she’ll be over the moon” he smiled. “Plus, the warm apple cider and hay rides. It’s perfect.” His entire face lit as he smiled and he let out a soft chuckle at Landons disapproval. “Aww, but daddy” he fake pouted, just to tease the other male. He couldn’t really blame him for not wanting to look ridiculous. But Khai was thoroughly convinced Landon would look good in just about anything. “Hey you never know. Maybe she will go for it. What little girl doesn’t dream of being the black widow? I mean, come on. How epic would that be?” He smiled up at the waitress as she approached their booth and asked for their drink order. Inevitably ordering a pumpkin spice latte because all this talk of fall and pumpkin patches had him feeling nostalgic.

LANDON

That sounded like the perfect day for Elle and he couldn’t wait to tell her what they had planned. She would be ecstatic, that was for sure. Maybe he could even ask Aaron if he wanted them to take Des as well. He was sure the little girl would enjoy it just as much as his daughter. “I think so too and she dressed up as Elsa last year so I’m trying to go with the reasoning that it wouldn’t make sense to dress up as something from the same movie twice in a row. I’m not sure she’s very convinced but we’ll see. In the end she’ll probably want to dress up as whatever Des will choose so I think I’m wasting my time”, he sighed. Landon ordered himself an Americano and looked at Khai with raised eyebrows. “You’re really trying time embody autumn today aren’t you?”

Khai.

“I mean, there’s always the logic that there is in fact two movies now. But, I’m totally on your side” he grinned. Of course every little girl would rather be Ana or Elsa from frozen over an iconic super chick. But, maybe if Khai helped persuade her Landon would have a better chance. “Yeah, those two are definitely connected at the hip, aren’t they?” he asked with a soft smile. He couldn’t even remember having a best friend like that while growing up, so it was nice to see that she did. He watched as Landon ordered his drink and than chuckled softly at being called out on his choice. “Yeah, I guess you could say that” he shrugged. “Sometimes you just gotta give the heart what it wants.” The words didn’t really have a deeper meaning other than the topic at hand. But his eyes shot he to look into Landons as he realized maybe his choice of words could have been better.

LANDON

“Okay, you might have a point but you’re not telling Elle that because it would completely ruin my argument”, he laughed. He needed to have a little talk with Aaron and Alison at some point to figure out what Des was dressing up as. That way he could better prepare himself for what was to come. “They really are. Aaron and I like to joke that they’re going to end up dating in the future. In the very far future.” Landon noticed the look Khai directed at him and coughed, trying to diffuse the awkwardness that fell onto them once again. He wasn’t stupid and knew that Khai didn’t agree with what he said about them and Landon feared that was always something that was going to come between them and keep them from going back to their easy camaraderie.

Khai.

“Oh no, definitely not. But I don’t really think she needs my reminding anyway” he laughed along with his friend. He knew deep down no matter what either of them said would really affect her decision though. Whatever Des chose, Elle would inevitably choose as well. “Ah, yeah. I mean, it’s a total possibly. Friends date all the time.” God, he really just need to shut his mouth at this point. He really wasn’t trying to make digs. But his words were the truth, and he was specifically talking about Elle at the moment. He only hoped that Landon would see that and not think he was trying to push again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean... I just meant, you know what I meant” he chuckled awkwardly. He lifted up his menu again and held it high enough to block his face. Jesus, would this ever stop? He closed his eyes and deeply sighed quiet. Hoping Landon wouldn’t catch on before he regained his composure. Why couldn’t he just move on already? It would make his life a whole lot easier if he would.

LANDON

Landon could tell that this time Khai really wasn’t trying to imply anything about them and was really only talking about Elle so he just laughed and agreed. He wouldn’t have had the same reaction if he thought Khai was pushing him and not accepting his feelings and decision. “I know, don’t worry about it.” Landon wasn’t sure what to do at this point. Did he speak out about it or just pretend he couldn’t tell and move on? In the end, he just opened his own menu and looked at all the food available to order. If Khai wasn’t going to bring it up then he wasn’t going to either.

Khai.

He looked over his menu for a moment as he breathed in another deep breath. He was glad that Landon knew he was initially talking about Elle. But now there was a huge pink elephant in the room, and Khai had somewhere along the line lost his ability to hide his feelings. He closed his menu and placed it back down onto the table and grabbed his latte that had arrived while they were both awkwardly sitting in silence. His eyes shifting up to look at Landon as he blew on the drink to cool it off. “You know, I’m really sorry about all this. It’s just not that easy for me to just let go.” Maybe he should just keep these thoughts and feelings to himself. But truth was, he couldn’t do it anymore. He wanted to respect Landon, and God he was trying so hard. But he felt how he felt and he couldn’t change that no matter how much Landon wanted him to.

“I guess I just don’t really understand what we’re doing. Yeah, we have baggage, and I did something really fucking stupid. But, my hearts been yours Landon. It’s still yours, and it’s okay if you don’t want it. I’m not trying to cause a scene or fight with you. I just want you to know that I really was trying to love you the best I could. I wanted forever with us, and I thought it could happen. Maybe I was delusional, I don’t know. But I really thought you wanted the same thing. I’m just, I’m really trying here. I don’t even know what I’m doing. But I know I’d rather be upset with you, than ever be without you. The two of us together was never gonna be easy. But it didn’t matter to me, because you, Landon. You’re the only person who I thought could really see me. I don’t know, I’m sorry I’m rambling. I’m just gonna shut up now. I just really wanted you to know this isn’t gonna go away. My feelings for you are real and I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be able to just pretend like they aren’t there. It hurts. This hurts. Us being like this, when I know it could be so much more.” He took a deep shaky breath in trying to hold back his tears. Because he really didn’t wanna make a scene. “Maybe I’m just the one who needs some time. It hurts like hell not to be with you... or Elle. But being this close to you and not being able to touch you. It’s torture, and I just... I can’t.” He cleared his throat and closed his eyes for a moment as he took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna do this” he said as he opened his glossed over eyes again. “Maybe I should just go.”

LANDON

Landon wasn’t sure what to say. He understood what Khai was saying, it was hard for him too to be around him while almost pretending like their weekend together didn’t happen. This was different than when they kissed. That was an instant which they both agreed wouldn’t happen again but this time...they hooked up and then spent a whole weekend together having sex and spending time with Elle when she wasn’t at a friend’s house. It was harder to ignore and get over. Landon wanted to tell him that he was ready to give him another chance, that they could try again but he knew he’d only be lying to himself. The truth was that he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to believe that things with Dorian were truly over and he still believed that now that whatever was between them was over, Khai was going to go back to him. And if time is what he wanted than Landon could give that to him. He knew what it meant like to feel completely lost and confused and to need some time to think about things. “You know I have feelings for you too but I just...can’t. Not right now. I need to take some time for myself, think about whether this is what I really want and to figure some things out about the past. I thought maybe being friends and going back to what we were before could work but...clearly not. It’s okay if you need time, I understand.” Landon took a sip of his coffee and tried to direct a small smile Khai’s way. “Maybe we should both just go. Try this again some other time when we’ve both had some time to think about it.”

Khai.

It wasn’t like Khai didn’t understand exactly where Landon was coming from. But his words still hurt. He wanted Landon more than he had ever wanted anything, and it was so clear in his eyes that anyone in the diner could see it. “Landon, I just... I know I’m not a good person. I’ve done a lot of things that I’ll never be able to change or take back. But I need you to hear me. You hear me right?” It was then that the tears he had been holding decided to leak out of his eyes out of his control, and he wiped them away as if trying to hide them. Pressing his lips together and nodding his head instead of continuing his words. Because he knew if he did he would just lose all self control. He just gazed at Landon for a moment, really taking in his features and trying his hardest to smile back at him, but instead he just shrugged. “I don’t need to think about it, Landon. I know what I want, I have for a while now. But it’s okay if you don’t. I just need you to know I really do love you. That’s not just gonna go away, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He shifted his weight a bit to one side as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket. Pulling out a 50 dollar bill and tossing it onto the table. “You should eat something. I don’t want you getting sick because I ruined your lunch break.” He stood up and pushed his wallet back into his pocket and moved a bit closer to Landon. His hand reaching out to rest against Landons cheek as he leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “Thank you. For coming” he said softly as he looked down at him. Pulling his hand from the others cheek as he headed toward the exit.

LANDON

Landon didn’t think Khai was a bad person. Sometimes he was sure that he was the problem here. Everyone had pretty much told him that he couldn’t blame him for going back to Dorian. Maybe it wasn’t even just about that. It was a combination of things that Landon had gone through in his life which led to this moment. And he tried to get over it so many times but he just couldn’t. He kept thinking of Harry asking for a divorce because he couldn’t take staying with someone who couldn’t remember him and Loren falling for Jace while telling him they could try again. He was messed up, Landon could admit that much. When he saw Khai putting the 50 dollar bill on the table he was going to stop him. There was no way Landon would be eating anything after their conversation and it was too much money for two drinks. By the time he figured out what was going on, it was too late. Khai was already leaving and Landon could have called out and stopped him but they clearly both needed a break from each other. So he just watched him go and hoped they could get to the a point where they could talk again like they used to sometime soon.

Khai.

It took everything in Khai not to stop and turn around. This was ripping his heart out, but it was something he needed to do. He might not actually ever be okay with Landon again. But at least the other male knew exactly how he felt and where he stood. This was his last and final attempt. He laid it all out there and it was clear to him now that he just wasn’t ever gonna be good enough. He swallowed hard as he placed his hand onto the door of the diner and pushed it open. Stepping out into the cool air as the wind stung against his teary eyes. God, why was he always so stupid? How could he have ever thought that Landon would actually be into him and give him a real chance? It was all just way too good to be true from the moment it started, and now he had to suffer through the consequences. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gone through a very similar situation with Roman only a few months ago. Waiting around hopelessly for something that would inevitably never happen. He didn’t want to do that again. It hurt way too much to wait around just to get his heart broken all over again, and he was just about pushed to his emotional breaking point. He walked through the parking lot and got into his car, wiping the tears from his eyes as he pulled his phone from his pocket. “Goodbye, Landon” he whispered to himself. Deleting his friends number from his contacts before tossing his phone into the passengers seat.

#discord #thread #c: khai #m: aaron #m: alison #m: roman #m: dorian

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anachilles · 5 years

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hey! about ficlet ideas about hanna x jonas maybe one where when jonas is sober the next day he apologizes for trying to kiss her?

Hey anon!! I was originally planning on only doing short lil ficlets for these prompts, but after having so many emotions because of Friday’s clip of them, this one got away from me. So thanks for the prompt/inspiration!!

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Jonas needs to apologise for the way he acted the night before, and may have gotten more than he bargained for when Hanna puts everything into perspective for him. Whether he necessarily wanted to hear it or not.

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[ SAMSTAG; 12:16 ]

In the stark light of day, clear (but sore) headed, Jonas knewhe’d fucked up. Actually, no, he knew that last night pretty muchinstantaneously after he did it.

Waking up, thankfully in his bed (God bless Matteo for seeing tothat), feeling like he’d been ran over by a semi-truck and regretting what hedid the night before was becoming a regular occurrence for him lately, and hecertainly didn’t feel any better for it.

After he woke up, he just sort of lay there and contemplated theaborted move he’d tried to make on Hanna, cringing through every second of thememory. The whole night was submerged in a drunken fog, but that particularmemory cut through it and he recalled it clear as day.

Jonas couldn’t believe he’d done that.

He was wasted.

He was upset.

He missed her so fucking much.

He... was an asshole for putting her in that position.

Despite their rocky break-up, the last thing he’d ever want inthe world was to hurt her, or make her feel uncomfortable.

Jonas closed his eyes against the sun streaming in through thegap in the curtains, and groaned as he tried to scrub some of the ache out ofhis eyes with his fingers.

In the cold light of day he just felt like a massive arcshloch. Andit didn’t sit comfortably with him.

Hoisting himself upright, Jonas grabbed his phone from itscharger on the bedside table. He sort of dreaded to unlock it, flopping downagain against the pillows.

Whatsapp: [Hanna]: Did you get home okay?

There went that funny feeling in his chest again. The dumb,pathetic one that raised its head any time Hanna so much as acknowledged himthese days.

He took a moment to scroll up through their chat log, noting allthe times she’d tried to initiate conversation, to reach out to him - but ithad been too painful for him to do anything other than leave her on read orblow off her offers to catch up.

[You]: Yeah lol, all thanks to Matteo

She read the reply pretty much instantly. Jonas nervouslychecked his other messages (firing one off to Matteo in both appreciation andapology), and flicked through a couple of apps, waiting for... literallyanything.

He tended to miss her most in the quiet moments. Where she’d beexactly here on the other side of the bed, stretched out beside him, or cuddledin close to or around him. Just existing together. Totally at ease.

When she didn’t say anything in response, Jonas feltinevitability creeping round the corner. He had the insatiable itch to run awayfrom this situation, to avoid it, shut down communication, quash it down andpretend it wasn’t an issue. If there was one flaw Jonas had that he was nowcompletely self-aware about, it was his tendency towards avoidance and wilfulignorance rather than facing issues head on and dealing with them outright. Howthat allowed things to spiral and blow out of proportion and control.

It led to destruction and pain for all involved.

So, basically, he knew he had to put on his big boy pants andactually deal with this. He couldn’t imagine walking into school and seeingHanna every day with this dark cloud hanging over them, as much as he’d beensulking and wallowing this past while.

Taking a deep breath, Jonas started to record a voice message.

[ “ Hey. I, uh... I understand if you’d rather not, but do you...want to meet? Like, later today maybe? What I did last night was shitty and Ijust want to apologise face to face. You deserve that much. If not - that’scool. Bye “ ]

[ SAMSTAG ; 15:31 ]

Every nerve in Jonas’s body buzzed with nervous energy, practicallyvibrating where he sat in the little booth, right in the corner of the coffeeshop as he waited for her.

The coffee shop was dimly lit, cosy (with seating that was actually comfy), not far from school,and served the best homemade coffee cake they’d ever had.

It was strange; the place was as comfortingly familiar asit always had been, but the overall vibe felt… off. He and Hanna used to come and waste so much time in here theywere practically on first name basis with some of the baristas, but he didn’trecognise anyone behind the counter that day. Big, ornate maps hung on theaged, wood-panelled walls in decoration, and had prompted countlessconversations between the two of them about all the places they wanted to seewhen they left school.

Hanna talked wistfully of having wanted to go on a girls’holiday with Leonie and the rest to somewhere warm; like Italy, or maybeGreece, before all the drama and had shit not hit the fan as badly as it did.

(Looking back, Jonas feels guilty about not taking the sadnessin her voice as seriously as he should have. More examples of his God-giventalent for wilful ignorance. Maybe it was easier to pretend and convincehimself that she was okay).

Jonas talked, somewhat jokingly (but also sort of not) aboutwanting to go with Matteo and the boys to Amsterdam.

But the best conversations were the ones about the tripsthey’d promise to take together. Most ideas were far-fetched, dumb and probablynot feasible (at least finance-wise) anyway, but it was fun and dreamy enoughjust to talk about and imagine going on adventures to all those cool places withher.

“OnceI’m selling out arenas all over Europe, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go”

This is Jonas’s first visit back to this place the break-up.

His leg jiggled incessantly up and down and he worried athis lip with his teeth.

Eventually, the door opened and he saw a familiar head ofred hair. And his heart promptly dropped into his stomach.

“Hi…” she greeted carefully, approaching a littlecautiously before sliding into the seat across from him. She looked tired.

A ghost of a smile twitched at her lips as she nodded downtowards the table, upon which sat what was recognisable to her as her usual drinkof choice, and between her cup and his, a plate with a slice of coffee cake onit. One fork.

“You didn’t have to”

He shrugged.

“It’s nothing. Call it penance, or a peace offering orsomething”

Hanna nodded and took a sip from her cup, then picked upthe fork.

“I’m not sharing this with you, by the way” she said, hervoice edged with a slight hint of playfulness.

“It’s all yours” he replied, throwing his hands up inmock-surrender.

“Knowing you, you probably already had a piece before I gothere”

“More like, ‘couldn’t stomach it’”

The comment appears to yank Hanna’s mind back to the matterat hand; why they’re actually here. And it wasn’t for coffee, cake, and mutualreminiscing. Her face fell back into a serious expression.

An extended beat of awkward silence settles over the table.Neither look directly at each other, and neither speak. As if they’re bothwaiting for the other to go first.

Jonas is the first to crack.

“Look – I’m reallysorry about what happened last night. The position I put you in; it was unfair.I was w-”

“Wasted. Yeah, I could tell”

Jonas felt guilt settle in his stomach, her accusing tonecutting somewhere deep inside him. He started fidgeting with his hands under thetable.

“I don’t mean it as an excuse, just… explanation”

“You were always a sad drunk” she commented.

He laughed humourlessly.

“That’s why I smoke weed so much more than I drink. Well –apart from recently, obviously”

It was true. Even in back when things were normal, he had anotoriously small barrier between ‘fun and tipsy’ and ‘drunk and maudlin’. Hedidn’t always like who he was when he drank, but somehow between now and thenthat fact had become easier to disregard.

He looked across at her sincerely, body suddenly still andat peace, and she slowly met his gaze.

“Honestly, I’m really sorry if I made you feeluncomfortable. I’d never intentionally do that to you, I was just… too drunk.And upset”

Hanna nodded in acceptance, but her face remained serious.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. Forget about it. But for real,man – what’s been up with you these past few weeks?”

“You know what’s beenup with me”

“I don’t really, seeing as every time I try and talk to you,you shut me out!”

“You can’t have it both ways, Hanna! You broke up with me,which I understand, but it hurt. Itstill hurts, clearly. And it hurts even more you trying to be my friend rightnow because it feels too close to what we had before, and it’s playing with my feelings”he explained, visibly frustrated.

She looked as if the words had reached out and slapped her.Fuck, he hated disappointing her but what more could he do now than just tellthe truth.

“It was easier before school started again. Before we hadto see each other every day, and Matteo started talking to your girls, andCarlos got involved with Kiki. I thought I had it together but all theproximity just made me realise how not over you I actually was” Jonascontinued, speaking more honestly than he had in a long time, even to himself.It was these sorts of thoughts he’d been running from – clouding in smoke, drowningin alcohol, and blocking out with the deafening club music.

Thoughts he didn’t entertain because they made him feelpathetic whilst Hanna was out there being amazing and having the time of herlife. That made him wonder why he couldn’t be like that too.

Hanna’s expression turned sympathetic. Almost painfully soft

“I get where you’re coming from. And I’m sorry for tryingto force something you weren’t ready for. It’s selfish, but I just… reallymissed you. No matter ‘where’ we are, I’d never want you to not be in my life,so maybe I hung on a bit too tight when I should’ve let you have space”

She took a breath, with which came a steely edge to her voice.Jonas tensed, knowing what it looked like when Hanna had something she needed to say.

“But that being said, in the nicest possible way, you needto pull your head out of your ass with all this dumb self-destructive shit you’redoing. Seriously. All the drinking, getting high in school and before exams,wallowing. If it’s all for dealing with pain, then you’re just going to end uphurting yourself and feeling worse than when you started”

Jonas feels like he shouldfeel patronised or annoyed at what she was saying, but honestly - he was sotired and sick of everything that he knew it was what he needed to hear. Theincident with Hanna last night had been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“And if it hurts just to see you like this, I can’t imaginewhat it feels like inside your head. But you owe it to yourself more thananyone to sort things out”.

It was uncomfortable to hear, but it was necessary. He’d beenlooking practically everywhere but her eyes before as it took it in, but suddenlylooked up and met her gaze.

“Be the best version of yourself you can manage, and thebest possible things will come to you” she finished, causing Jonas to have asudden break of hilarity in what should’ve been an otherwise serious moment.

“Did you come up with that last line all by yourself?” he joked,smiling despite himself.

“Okay – it might’ve been something Amira said once, but itwas a good point!”. Her smile mirrored his.

The jokes and laughter felt easier between them, likefamiliar ground. It was a dynamic they both felt comfortable in together, andstill came easy to them. It made Jonas happy to see that was still there atall, though he had his suspicions after the secretly shared smiles between themat the Christmas party.

“I’m excited to see you be ‘you’ again – you deserve to behappy” she said, still smiling at him. It made his chest ache a little, but nowsomehow it felt like a more bearable pain.

“You too. I didn’t realise how much I missed seeing yougenuinely happy until after everything was over”

Hanna smiled solemnly and nodded, taking the final sip ofher coffee that ended up emptying the cup. She unlocked her phone screen infollowing silence to check the time, then looked out to the grey, dimming skiesof Berlin on a winter afternoon.

“I should probably think about heading home. Dad’s home thisweekend and I promised him I’d help him make dinner; ‘bonding time’ apparently”

Jonas chuckled lightly as he started gathering his stufftogether.

“Which we all know to be Hanna-code for ‘watch him peelpotatoes while I sit on insta’” he teased.

She quickly flipped him the bird before getting out infront of him and leading them outside.

He hung around for a second more as she unlocked her bike fromthe rack, more comfortable in a moment alone with Hanna than he had been in along time.

Once the bike was free, she turned to him.

“Remember to be nice to Matteo, by the way. He sulks aroundlike a lost puppy whenever you guys aren’t speaking”

Jonas rolled his eyes.

“Oh c’mon, that was one day!”

“And all that sorrow on his little face for that one daywas almost too much to bear. You need each other”

Assuming she was alluding to the tense situation with Matteo’shomelife, Jonas instantaneously decided that he’d call him when he got back.Thank him properly and check in.

They hesitated for a second after that, prompting a silenceJonas didn’t know quite what to do with. Hug her? Wave?

“Thanks for meeting with me. It helped a lot – and I’msorry, again” he settled on, with a curt nod.

“No worries. I’m glad we did it too. See you around”

Then she cycled away, and he stood there watching herleave, icy wind whipping her hair about her face as she rode.

Jonas leaned up against the lamp-post he was standingbeside and pulled out his little pouch of rolling tobacco and papers, making acigarette for himself and lighting it. The first inhale immediately calmed him.

Of course, not everything had magically been fixed and maderight. He still loved her more than he’d ever imagined loving anyone, he still missedher so much it ached – their laughs, their intimacy, her overall presence inthe world and inclusion in his orbit. It still hurt to feel a distance betweenthem.

But he felt so much… lighter. Like he’d unloaded some arduousburden on his soul by sitting down and having an honest conversation with herabout everything, coming clean about what he felt. And hearing how she sawthings too. It felt like a step forward to something better.

He loved her, and maybe he always would. Maybe he’dnever stop at least a tiny bit of himself from wanting her back – but for thefirst time in a long time it felt possible to accept the reality of the breakup. Perhaps even move on.

At the very least stop sulking around and torpedoing hisown life in self-pity and melodramatic heartache. Feel better about himself.

Inhale.

Exhale.

He set off home, her smile lingering in his mind.

#druck #hanna x jonas #jonas augustin #hanna jung #honas #skam fic #my stuff #Anonymous

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qualitylu · 6 years

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Otherside (c.h.)

Pairing: Reader x Calum

Requested: yes

Anonymous said: “Can you write something based on “otherside” by postyyyy with calum? don’t leave me in pain pls”

Word count: 1,126

Summary: Calum after the end of a relationship, based off the song “Otherside” by Post Malone

A/N: I left out the refrain of the song because it literally breaks my heart and I wanted this to have somewhat of a happy ending

The bottle of whiskey was sloppily placed on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot due to the mixture of tears he had been crying and the weed he had been smoking. He hadn’t slept much since you had left. Not only his place being empty but also his heart. He didn’t. understand what had happened, it felt like a blurry mess. You left in a hurry after you ended the relationship, soon sending your friend to pick up the rest of your things. He hadn’t been sober in the past three days since his apartment had been half empty. It started slow, the bottle only being halfway empty by the first day but as it progressed the bottle ended up in the trash as it was replaced with a new one, that by now, at noon, was halfway gone as well. He felt numb to the pain but he could still feel it like a thousand needles in his heart.

It wasn’t long until there was a knock at the door and he felt his chest clinch at the possibility of it being you. The feeling was to put to rest as Ashton walked through the door. Ashton quickly pulls the bottle off the table and places it into the trashcan. “Cal, you really got to get out of the house, mate,” Ashton commented as he walked back to the couch. “I can’t get her out of my head bro. I can’t escape the feeling I get when I see something that’s she’s left behind or god forbid I can still smell her fucking perfume on the pillow.” Calum’s fingers ran through his hair, as if it would ease the thought of you out of his head. “That’s exactly why you need to leave,” Ashton pulled Calum off the couch and towards the door, Calum slightly stumbling over his own feet as he made his way to the passenger side door before sliding in. Ashton took Calum out eat, just to try to get his mind off things. Even meeting some of the fans, Calum couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting you there. His mind couldn’t escape the memories that you all shared and how much love and support he had for you and your life. He supported you in everything you did but sadly it felt to him as though you didn’t feel the same way. Once he made it home he quickly pulled out his phone and began to type a message to you. It was soon deleted and retyped out for what seemed like a million times. When he was about to press send he received a text from you anyways, reading, “I'm sorry, can we talk this out?” He quickly responded telling you to come over. Of course Calum had tried to get you out of his head by talking to other women or having late night booty calls, but it just wasn’t the same with you.

It wasn’t long until you were knocking on his door, he quickly opened the door and was caught off by your actions. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him closer to you. You had realized you had messed up but in this moment you didn’t care, you just wanted to be close to him. You pulled back and looked at him through your tear coated lashes before speaking, “I’m so sorry.” Calum removed your arms from around his neck and lead you over to his couch. “Cal, I can’t believe I did this, I’m sorry. I just hope you can forgive me.” Calum quickly cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours. His lips moved softly against yours, your fingers tangled into his hair. It felt like you were home, like everything felt right. He moved you to where you were straddling his hips before he pulled away slightly. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered between the kisses that were placed on your neck. “I’ve missed you, too, Cal,” you breathed out before connecting your lips back with his.

You all made your way back to the bedroom that you all used to share. It wasn’t long until you were tangled in between the sheets, your head on his chest and his fingers running up and down your back. “Cal, I feel like we should talk,” you sat up slightly to look into his eyes, “I feel like we shouldn’t get back together but I just miss you so much. I just feel like we aren’t right for each other, but fuck this feels so right.” You breathed out, the tears coming back. “But if it feels so right then why do you want to leave, Y/N?” “I just, I feel like,” you paused, unsure what to say. “Y/N, just go. If you don’t want to be here then just leave.” Calum’s throat was closing up on him and his eyes were burning as he spoke these words. “No.” “Yes, if you don’t love me or want,” “Calum! I do want to be here,” you sat up completely and held the sheets up to your naked chest, “I fucking love you, but I’m so fucking scared.” Your breathing was ragged and your eyes matched Calum’s bloodshot ones. “Why are you scared?” “Because Cal, what if we can’t go back to the way things were? We just had makeup sex, are you sure you’re ready to jump back into a relationship full force?” “Y/N, all I know is that I want you, I don’t care if we get back to the way things were.” “But, Cal, what we had when we started was so good. We were so good for each other.” “And, I want that again, but it’s going to be different and better. We’ll get back to our good place but we both have to put in effort.”

You nodded your head at his words as he reached out to dry your cheeks from where the tears had fallen. You let the duvet fall slightly as you crawled out of the bed. “Are you leaving?” Calum asked, his voice laced with worry and guilt. “No, just going back into my old ways,” you give him a soft smile as you pick up your panties and the t-shirt Calum had been wearing before off the floor and slipped them on. Calum’s smile lifted while you climbed back into bed with him. His arms brought you closer to him, as if he was afraid you’d slip away. You were close to falling asleep when you heard him mumble into your hair, “I never want to lose you again, you're my world.” Your lips turned up slightly before you replied, “you won't, ever again.”

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Discord (OLD) Thread || Quentin and Jaycee

Discord thread featuring: Quentin and Jaycee @jayceelynd

When: December 24th, 2020 (christmas eve)

Description: Quentin goes over to Jaycee’s to wrap christmas presents and they end up distracting each other from their holiday blues.

Tw: SMUT!!!

Jaycee. Jaycee was buzzed, while she packed both of her bongs, a few of her bowls, along with rolled blunts. Today was a day she tried to forget and honestly wasn’t sure if she was going to make tomorrow. Knowing she had family, but they didn’t want her or love her for that matter. But this time of year it hurt, so raw with emotions. Thankful she saw Q in the chat when she did, or her spiral could have ended badly. Hearing her doorbell she fixed her sweatpants material shorts that matched her off the shoulder sweater. Her hair wasn’t even brushed yet, she went to speak and hiccuped and closing one eye. “Well okay I guess I’m not allowed to say I’m glad you’re here.” She faintly laughed, offering to grab some of his things. Patiently awaiting to jump into his arms and wrap herself around him. She needed to just be held and feel the warmth of his scent right now. “You’re such an amazing friend, please never change.” She whispered into his neck, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck.

Quentin. Quentin was oddly sober considering what day it was. But that was all gonna change real fast. He had been lucky enough to keep himself busy with other things all day. But now that the day was coming to an end, and he was about to be on his own. It was all about to hit. Thankfully he and Jaycee always had each other though. They spent almost every Christmas ever together since they met, and it never failed to lift his mood. He let out a laugh as she pulled her door open and hiccuped, shaking his head playfully at her. “Started without me. I see how it is” he teased. Handing her some bags before following her inside and putting the rest down. Not waist it a moment longer before swooping her up into his arms. “So are you, doll. You know you always got me. That’s definitely never gonna change” he assured. Kissing the top of her head as he set her back down.

Jaycee. ”Listen, I apologize.” She laughed softly, squeezing high tightly before he sat her down, clearing the living room floor with music softly playing in the background. Wanting to make room for them when he was ready to wrap. “You know I wouldn’t want to spend this day with anyone but you. I’m here, Romeo.” Hiccuping she burped at the same time. “What the fuck was that.” She hiccuped again, with her hand on her chest giggling before she plopped on the couch, patting for him to come sit with her, his drink already made and doubled at that. “I love you Q..” she grabbed his free hand and hugged it. She really did love him, how could she not love someone who got her and was there for her no matter what. He was one of her best and dearest friends, someone you cherish and make sure is solid too.

Quentin. Quentin laughed at how cute Jaycee was being right now. She wasn’t even meaning to be cute, but it was that type of cute you only see when you really love somebody. “No need to apologize, darlin. You deserve to be as drunk and cute as you please today and every day” he beamed. Taking a seat beside her on the couch after watching her clear the area on the floor. “I love you too” he giggled. Watching her hug his hand before leaning over to rest his head on hers. “You’re so cute right now. You know that?” he asked with a huge smile. Lifting back up to grab his drink and down more than half of it to catch up with her. “So... you wanna get wasted and wrap presents first? Or should we get right into smoking all this weed and make out until we can’t breathe?”

Jaycee. Humming at him assuring her she was fine, she did fucking deserve to let loose and have some fun. Especially right now, this time of year sucked big time for them both, so why wouldn't they get lost and go crazy. "I am noooot" she playfully smacked his chest at him saying she was being cute right now, snuggling into him as he leaned his head against hers. "Who say's we can't smoke while wrapping, and drink. Then we can make out until we can't breathe, but we both know it's not finishing at kissing." Booping his nose as she looked at all the gifts that needed wraping. "I have some cute gift bags and tissue paper you can use to cut down on the time as well." she winked, she honestly just wanted his lips on hers, but she told him they'd wrap gifts so they were going to do what needed to be done first.

Quentin. “Yes you are” he laughed again as she booped his nose. “....and I’m pretty sure no one said we couldn’t do that. But, I’d much rather leave the wrapping til the end.” He grabbed his drink that she had made for him and downed in all in one go. Hissing slightly from the burn before wrapping his hand around hers. “Come’re... “ he beckoned, pulling her into his lap. He placed his hand onto the side of her neck and let his thumb caress her jawline. “Oh, we are definitely not stopping at kissing.”

Jaycee. Both of her hands sliding up his forearms, reaching his wrist as she smirked. “We both know that if we don’t wrap those gifts, we’re not going to want to afterwards.” Of course she wasn’t even thinking of wrapping gifts right now. Not when Quentin was demanding of other activities to follow. “Have we here been able to stop at just kissing?” She asked while running the tip of her tongue under his top lip, before pulling it between her teeth. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” Jaycee breathlessly whispered against his lips, a shit eating grin spread over her lips.

Quentin. To be honest, Quentin didn’t really care if the gifts got wrapped or not. He could always wrap them in the morning if he needed to. Or hell, just throw them in gift bags like Jaycee suggested. With the way her tongue was tracing up beneath his top lip, he could hardly focus on any of that right now. “Oh fuck that.. I am definitely not changing my mind” he informed. Lifting her up and laying her back onto the couch as he pulled himself over her. Using his knee to part her legs for him before pressing down onto her and connecting their lips in a heated and aggressive kiss.

Jaycee. Jaycee spread her legs for Quentin, when he pushed his knee between her thighs. Giving him room, only to feel how adamant he was about not changing his mind. Sliding her hands up and under the back of his shirt, her nails raked down from his sculpted shoulders to cup his firm ass. Needing to pull him in closer, pressing her warmth against his cock. Jaycee slid her hands over his hips, while her fingertips ran over his defined abs, letting her nails graze every now and then. Wanting him to feel pain and pleasure as she couldn’t get enough of his lips, or his taste. “How about you unwrap a present then?” She bit at his lips, soft laughter mixing into their kiss.

Quentin. The sexual tension between these two was definitely at an all time high tonight. Maybe it was because of their shared pain, or their deep personal connection. But right now, it didn’t really matter. They both wanted to feel good, to feel better, and what better way was there for them to do that than to have sex? Quentin didn’t even hesitate when Jaycee asked him to unwrap a present instead. Pulling up from her tiny frame to remove his shirt and then leaning back over her to discard of hers as well. His lips instantaneously connecting to her breast as he worked on getting his pants undone. It was like he couldn’t get them both undressed fast enough. But before he knew it they were both laying naked and he was hovering over her with a burning desire in his eyes. His cock rubbing pleasurably along her hot wet folds as his hand moved to grab her face. Kissing her breathlessly as his hard lustful breaths echoed through her mouth.

Jaycee. frantically she was trying to help him undress himself and her as she groaned as his lips closed around her breast. Hissing once they were finally skin to skin, his cock was literally throbbing against her swollen clit and silky wet and warm folds. Growling with a grunt at how devouring delicious their kiss was, it was as if they were craving and starved of each other for years. It has always been that heated with Quentin and Jaycee, always hungry for rough passion, or just plain rough and raw fucking. Sometimes mixing the two was hours of pleasure. Her right hand grabbed his jaw, letting her nails sink into his cheek, opened mouth as she rolled her pussy over his cock at her entrance. Not letting him slide in just yet, grunting at her own frustration. Then again she was being greedy at watching and hearing him as she rolls her hips against him with more pressure. Her body shook, with quivering anticipation of what his next moves were. “I can fucking feel your clock throbbing, fuck Quentin..” she moaned as she could feel the thumping while it matched her own throb of need.

Quentin. The sounds coming from Jaycee right now we’re vibrating throughout his entire body and straight to his cock. It was like he absolutely could not get enough of her as they kissed each other hard and fervent. “Ughh baby” he whimpered softly as she rolled her hips against him. The definition in his arms highlighting his muscles as he held himself over her and fought against the burning urge to take control. He really wanted to take his time and enjoy this. To make her feel better than she had in a really long time. His lips moving to her neck as he bit and sucked lustfully at her salty skin. “God, you’re so fucking wet” he moaned against the trail of wet kisses he left along her neck. His hand moving to grip at her hair as the other gripped the back of the couch. “Fuuu..” he moaned again. Jerking his hips in just the right way to slide into her as he pushed his entire way against her.

Jaycee. Jaycee could honestly spend the day just admiring how beautiful Quentin was, taking in how rigid and bulging his defined muscles were. Her trembling hands shook as she rand them over his arms, knowing he was fighting to control himself. Sliding her hands over his shoulder to run her fingers through his silky soft hair, not knowing what she needed or wanted in life. But right now, in this minute it was just the two of them in the throes of sticky hot passion, a need to finally have one another. Looking up into his blue eyes as he got a grip on her hair, panting with a burning need. Choking out as he finally sank his entirety so fucking deeply imbedded in her wet silky walks. “Oh, god.. yesss.” Hissing at the pain, biting down as he skin only to growl as she tasted saltiness off his skin. Slowly her hips rocked, rolling her tongue up the vein bulging on the side of his neck. One thing she loved about Quentin is he never cared if he left his mark or was marked by a loved. Something they both enjoyed doing. “Fuck, I missed feeling you so fucking deep!” She moaned breathlessly, adjusted to how stretched he had her she raised her hips more taking more of him if it was even possible.

𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ There was a connection between Jaycee and Quentin that neither one of them could really ever explain. Their bodies craved to be touched by one another. Their lips always craving just a bit more each time they came together. Maybe that was why Q liked to take his time with her. His hips moving with a slow grind as he pushed his entire length into her. “You feel so fuckin’ good baby” he moaned out with a whisper. His lips moving to her neck as he sucked a small bruise on to the space above her collar bone.

Jaycee. Jaycee’s rolled hips against his as Quentin’s body grinds into hers. The angle her hips were due to the couch, caused for him to hit deep and almost pass out from the intense pleasure. “Oh, Quentin” she moaned brokenly, breathless as she bit down on his shoulder as she knew he was leaving his mark on her. Jaycee would always crave him, something she gave up fighting a long time ago, in a cave somewhere on a beach. Holding onto him as she accepted the rhythm he created. “You always feel so fucking good, fuck.” Running her hands down his back, letting her nails sink to the flesh of his back.

𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ Sinking his entire length deep into Jaycee’s core, he could feel her walls clamp around him. His mouth gaping open with a pleasurable gasp as he started to rock his hips back and fourth. “Mmm... shiiiit” he hissed as he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder. His hips involuntarily thrusting harder and faster from the pain mixed in with the pleasure. She always knew exactly how to touch him to really get him going and he couldn’t resist it. His hand moving to grab her face below her chin as he pressed his fingers into her face. “You like that baby” he asked with a heavy rasp to his French accent.” His thrusts hitting deep against her g-spot as he leaned down to crash their lips fervently together.

Jaycee. Jaycee swore she tasted blood from how hard shit bit down on Quentin. It would be the first time one of them have marked one another. But he stretched her so fucking painfully good, how could she not return the painful pleasure to him. Her teeth clenched as he grabbed her face, cupping her jaw, while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck yesss..” she hissed, as every powerful thrust he hit her g spot she gasped as if he was knocking her breath away. “I fucking love it.” Roughly she kissed him back with an animalistic need. Growling through a moan as she held onto his ass with one hand and the other making a tight fist in the other. “You wanna break me?” She was hungry for raw passionate deep hard fucking.

𝓠ᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ God! She was so fucking sexy like this. Her body practically caving to his every touch as he continued to pound deep and hard into her core. “Yeah you do. You love this cock don’t you baby” he growled against her mouth. Pulling back just slightly to hook his hands around the back of her knees. Pushing both her legs forward to get a much deeper angle as he picked up his rhythm. “Oh fuuuu-“ he growled through his gritted teeth. His hand gripping so hard at her legs he was sure he was gonna leave a mark. “Ughh.. baby. You’re so fucking tight” he moaned erotically. Leaning into her to drape her legs over his shoulders as he wrapped his arm beneath the small of her back. His other hand gripping the back of the couch as he practically jack hammered into her.

Jaycee. Jaycee loved how much he loved to fuck her, it was an addiction she had that she never wanted to kick. “I love your cock.” A sharp gasp, she inhale while moaning loudly at how deep he was. He was so fucking sexy when he was lost in the throes of pleasure, taking his pleasure with knowing he was driving her to the brinks of passing out from how deep he was. “Fuck!..” she grunted as he jack hammered his cock deep within her soaked walls, Jaycee sank her nails into the back of his shoulders. “Yess.. you love fucking this pussy don’t you baby?” Leaning her head up to bite and suck on his neck before slowly running the flat of her tongue up the center of his neck. Grazing her teething hungrily over his chin before she found his lips, moaning loudly into his nought as she tasted him.

Quentin. Jaycee was without a doubt, the only woman Quentin ever felt like he could completely let go with like this. His thrust pounding so deep and hard into her he was sure she was going to be walking funny when they were finished. “God, fuck yes. I fuckin love your pussy baby” he growled. His teeth clenching as he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her knees. “Don’t cum baby... not until I tell you to” he demanded. Slamming his hard throbbing cock back into her throbbing pussy without an ounce of hesitation. His fingers wrapping firmly around her neck from behind as he yanked her head back to sink his teeth into her jawline. “Mmmm” he growled from the pit of his stomach as their skin slapped together so beautifully. He was so close himself but he honestly didn’t want this to end.

#chats:jaycee #chats:discord #tw:smut #tw::nsfw #//took me forever to get this one posted but SURPRIZZZZZE #{{𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓮;; girl you make a fool of my heart; you don’t know what you do to me}}

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labgrownsteaks · 3 years

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Chapter 6

I was watching Ninja III The Domination again when Erin popped her head up into the garage door. After opening the door for her Erin burst in before telling to come outside. She had just bought a dirt bike. Errr, at least I thought she had bought it. While I was staring at this dilapidated, muddy, dirt bike she cheerfully recounted the story of how a colleague of her had heard about this rich redneck who was jumping a bike and trying to crash it up on beer can hill. Turns out the kid couldn’t kill the bike, but instead busted his ankle up in the process. When the ambulance came for his screeching ass, they just left the bike there, and nobody ever did anything with it. So Erin got her uncle’s truck and they loaded it up, and fixed it up together.

“So. You stole it?” I said.

“He left it!”

Ok, I had a feeling this conversation wasn’t going to really ever resolve itself so I just agreed. “He left it” I said. “Cool! You got a bike!” Erin had got on it, and kick started it before revving the engine and making a growling face at me.

“Now we can be in a gang!” she said.

“Yes please! We need some patches!” I had a “motorcycle” of sorts. It was actually an add on for bikes. A small engine that you could place on the bike tire of your bike. They’ve since made them electric, but mine still ran on gas, and sounded and smelled like a 70s moped. It was next to a broken ladder on the side of the house, and was under a ripped up blue tarp. Erin and I moved some tree banches and junk out of the way and pulled it from the side of the house. I immediately jumped on top of it, and tried to pull start. The first couple times it felt pretty gummed up, but on the third it finally turned over. I cloud of white smoke emitted from the miniature tail pipe. The bike was an 80s mountain bike which I had got from Goodwill. A specialized “Stumpjumper” which still had good bones. I revved the engine and made the same snarly face back at Erin.

“WE NEED PATCHES!” I yelled at Erin.

“I KNOW!”

I pushed my bike up the embankment, the engine still sputtering away, and Erin hopped on her bike. We drove through some residential streets before making it onto what was generally referred to as River Road. It was a long winding road with trees on both sides of it. It was nice because the speed limit there was just 25, so you could just cruise and get a good view of the river. The sun was going down on the day, just as fall was sunsetting as well. We both pulled into a large parking lot where boats would dock.

“We need a mascot? “ I said after Erin turned off her engine.

“A rat?”

“Rats are dope actually. Super smart. Would be good for the cartoon as well....River rats?”

“OMG YES PLEASE! River rats! Lets make some sketches back at your place!”

River rats made sense. We were quiet for a few moments and just looked at the river flowing by. Soon it would all freeze over. We picked the worst part of the year to start a motorcycle gang.

“Have you printed anything lately?” Erin asked as we watched the last few moments of the sun twinkle away on the river.

“I printed a sheet of acid. Still haven’t taken any of it. “

“Nice, you know what’s weird? Now that I can basically have anything, I don’t feel like I really need it as much. It’s like a pigeon with too much food. They just fly away”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. But we should trip this weekend. Siri asked me what design I wanted on the blotter paper!”

“Your Siri is crazy!”

“I know, I had to roll back an update. She like became a cop or something for a hot minute. Said she wouldn’t even print weed. But then I just rolled back the update and all was good”

The sun had gone down at this point, and we were both starting to feel the soon to be winter air chilling our bones. We both were just wearing flannels and jeans so not exactly equipped for an artic exploration. We hopped on our bikes and began the night ride back to my place. As we rolled up to the “Falling Rock” sign we saw a suburban which had stopped in the middle of the road. It’s lights were on, and there was something small standing in front of it. From a distance it looked like a little kid. The dome light of the vehicle was on, and it was still running, but no sign of the driver. As we rolled up closer the “person” in front of the vehicle came into focus. It wasn’t a person at all, it was a light grey creature of some sort. It was standing on two legs which covered with a light grey fur, and it was looking down at its hands. We had only one choice as we got ever closer, and that was simply to gun it. Both of us hit the accelerators as we came closer to the thing, and as we past, it put its hands up in the air and screamed at us. It’s face was like that of a wolf mixed with a badger of some sort. It looked completely alien. And I kid you not. It had red eyes. For real. Bright red eyes. Both of us kept our throttle at full blast down the road, Erin looked back a few times to check on me and make sure I hadn’t been eaten or anything. We pulled into Lure’s Tackle which was a bait shop and gas station. The fluorescent lights beamed down on us.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed to Erin the moment the engine cut.

“What The......FUCK!” She responded.

“That thing had red eyes. God help me, it had red eyes Erin!”

“And where was the driver?” Obviously somebody got out, because the dome light was on”

“Probably ate him. We should call the cops!” I retorted.

“I don’t want them seeing my bike, I never registered it. Plus. You think they’d believe a couple of heads out for a night cruise?”

Erin paused before continuing.

“I think that was the driver.”

“What?!”

“Did you see how it was looking at its hands? They probably freaked out that they had turned into a miniature werewolf, got out of the car and started wondering “What the fuck am I!?” before trying to call for help from us”

I had actually heard stories about shapeshifters in these parts that go way back. Under the circumstances, it honestly seemed like the best possibility so far. We walked into the shop and I got a frozen blue Guzzler, and Erin got a bag of popcorn for 15 cents.

We chilled out on a parking barrier, and erin rolled a cigarette as I stole her popcorn. She took some of my Guzzler.

“You realize if we told absolutely anyone they would just think we were on acid?”

“lawl, of course, you do have a literal sheet of acid in your house right now”

“Did we take some by accident? Like. I’ve heard about people having similar hallucinations”

“Do you feel like you’re on acid? Come on, this is the most sober I’ve been in days.” Erin responded.

“maybe some sort of mass hysteria. Like, with UFOs in the 50s, all of a sudden everyone started seeing them”

“we weren’t even talking to each other, how could we influence what we both saw? That thing was real, and it’s out there”

“And it saw us”

“That it did”

Erin kick started her bike, and I pull started mine. We rode back to my place, and the excitement surrounding designing our patches for our biker gang subsided. When sat at my plywood table and I had put out some markers and colored pencil and a stack of copy paper.

“We gotta draw it” Erin said to me.

I wanted to get the thing out of my head, I had to sleep alone there after all. But Erin had already begun. She started off with pencil, lightly sketching in some legs, which she then erased before opening up her phone.

“What are you searching for?”

“Wolf legs. It’s back legs looked like a dog didn’t they?”

“I guess so. “ I responded. My drawing was looking more and more like a 1st graders the more I thought about it. Erin’s was coming out fantastic, and she was working in some of the colored pencils as well. Even though it felt mostly grey, there was a hint of blue in its fur.

“Maybe it had mange. You know, like a mangey dog. Didn’t people used to say that? You mangey dog! I think that makes their hair fall out”

“So, why was it standing on two legs then. Why did it have hands with fingers?” Erin retorted, her eyes transfixed on her drawing. This actually made sense. The thing was looking at its hands. And they were hands. They weren’t paws. Plus, how could a dog even look at its hands, it can’t turn its paws around if it wanted to. Maybe a bear... A mangey bear.

“maybe a guy was transporting a mangey bear, the bear broke out of its cage. The guy ran away, and the bear screamed at us because he’d been abused?”

Erin stopped drawing and looked up at me.

“Why is it so hard to believe what you saw?” she asked.

“I’m just trying to make sense of it. You know. I mean..It seemed like a thing. But your mind can play tricks on you.”

“But we both saw it”

With that Erin picked up her paper and showed me her drawing and said.

“We both saw this”

And she was right. What I was looking at was a perfect sketch of the thing. Looked like it ws straight off of Unsolved Mysteries, but that was it.

#lgs

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