"So someone just stopped me in the middle of the street and said this to me. If you let that motherfucker shenan once, then you best believe he'll shenanigan. and I haven't looked at the world the same ever since,"
if bash were honest , he needed AJ too . but lucky for him , lying slipped from his lips easier than breaths . the danger lay behind the couple of people who knew how to read them all too well . ❝ he’s alright , yeah , ❞ bash undermined his opinion . not that it mattered , bash and AJ weren’t the feelsy type but would still drop almost anything if the other needed . besides for some blow , probably . ❝ i give you permission to buy it once i’m six feet under , ❞ too prideful , bash was . bash didn’t bother to even peak down at kit as he perfectly knew the image well in his head . ❝ you definitely should , ❞
"i might go see oli later today though, gotta see if he's doing alright, and also i might need some cake," kit mentioned, not hiding the fact that he cared about oliver plum just as much as he did bash, although the way their relationship worked was slightly different. "shut up," kit groaned as he pinched bash' side slightly.
with the green light, he didn't waste time. there was no barrier between his lips and bash's skin, they never really wore clothes around each other to begin win. kit's breath ghosted over him, slowly tracing its outline with his lips as he pressed a peck on the tip. letting a little bit of spit drip down the tip, lathering the based before wrapping his lips around him. a constant motion of up and down, the taste of him all too familiar and all too addicting nonetheless. kit knew he'd never get tired of this, never get tired of him, of hearing his grunts and moans, the delicious way his name sounded on bash's lips when he called out for him. kit delighted in watching him squirm, watching how the man's eyes would darken as he took control and showed him a kind of love that was meant only for them.
❝ yeah , well , a guy could try , ❞ bash stated as a smirk peered on his features , allowing his hues to flutter shut as he somehow , as always , whisked the anxiety away with each fluttering kiss . ❝ AJ’s probably sleeping off a hangover . he’s smart to block things out , ❞ it was a perfect match really . they both got up to trouble without much penalty or judgment to follow . ❝ oh , ❞ he murmured out , a hand moving to shuffle through kit’s hair lightly . ❝ to be fair , i’m rarely against doing things that’s frowned upon , ❞
"i'd much rather he didn't, i need him," there was a deeper meaning and truth behind his words, something that stood on the precipice of maybe and what if, but never quite took that leap. kit was content in the simplicity of their life, minus the deranged serial killer. "honestly, he's probably wondering where's my half of the rent, but i could really just buy the place entirely if someone would let me," he mumbled rolling his eyes before giggling. "what? you a rule breaker? but just the other day we went grocery shopping and we behaved like total angels," kit's grin was big as kissed lower and lower down bash's mid riff. "should i keep going?"
suppose kit had a point . still , sebastian didn’t like admitting the fact , so he rolled his eyes in response . ❝ i’m sure if we tried our best , we could resist and do literally nothing , ❞ probably . maybe , either way , it wasn’t quite the point . ❝ regardless, talking about feelings is definitely off the table , ❞ there was no point . life was dreadful .this town , even more h a u n t i n g than ever . no , he’d much rather lay in bed and not move even a smidge . with the exception of of an activity or two .
kit had spent enough time around bash to pick up on the all the little things the man could try to hide. "that's a bold ass faced lie if i've ever heard one, there's hasn't been a day here that i haven't been left screaming my little heart out, suprised aj hasn't complained, but then again i asked him to never wear a shirt around me," he mused, laying on top of bash as he peppered a few kisses down his neck, his collarbone, down his chest, until he looked back up at him with a little smile on his face. "i meant feelings like if you're tired or hungry babe, not trying to be a therapist here, don't have the credentials, besides i think it's frowned upon to let your patients scratch that itch at the back of your throat, and speaking of that...i think my throat itches,"
Sammy is almost always the first to throw the punch. It’s a fight or flight instilled in him - gifted even, by his father. And when his anxiety levels are already high, so are the rest of his emotions. He’s barely slept, bags under his eyes from a four-day stand-off with his dad, so when a couple of older men that used to tease him in school make a snide comment about his mother, he’s the first to throw the punch. Every ounce of frustration that has built up goes straight to his fists as he swings, ‘‘ Fuckin’ say it again ! ’’ He’s spitting like some feral animal, barely registering the hands that grab him from behind and pull him away ‘‘ No - let me fuckin’ at ‘em, I can take them. ’’ the heel of his hands press into his eyes as he tries to bring himself back down. ‘‘ they’re always fuckin’ pickin’ at me, that group of fucking pratts are. They called the fuckin’ cops on my brother last week as well ! ’’
"Sammy, sammy," Ducky tried to reason with him as he hugged him from behind, voice nothing more than a whisper as his lips lingered far too close to his ears. "They're not worth your time, okay, just look at me, they're not worth it. They're losers, who will never get out of this town and will probably never amount to anything," Ducky mentioned, coming around to his friend's front so he could block him from the men. "Just focus on me, okay," Ducky cooed cupping Sammy's face in his hands.
if it wasn't for the ambien , bash wouldn't get a blink of sleep . his mind was r u n n i n g a million miles per second , and yet , he was deemed overall useless . obsessing over a case that wasn't his and even when discreetly analyzing the evidence , it wasn't as if he was even a step closer to discovering anything . kit , at least , was a dose that matched no drug , though bash wouldn't admit that . ❝ can we do nothing today ? ❞ sebastian grumbled , nuzzling against the pillow as sunshine seeped through the curtains . ❝ 'cause i don't wanna do jackshit , ❞ more importantly , he didn't want kit venturing out there and becoming the next victim.
Kit had pretty much moved in with Bash and AJ, having most of his clothes (even though there wasn't much need for them) and supplies at their place. So days like this where Bash wished to not be off of the bed, and simply do nothing were not out of the question. Kit giggled, making his way over to his best friend's side before laying his head on the same pillow. "Doubt that we'll do nothing, cause doing each other is still doing something, and that's something we've been known to do all day," he mused, slightly teasing as he brought their lips together. "How are you feeling though?"
(FROY GUTIERREZ + CIS MAN + HE / THEY ) 🠒 BLACK MIRROR by sophie simmons is something that resonates with CHRISTOPHER ‘KIT’ ROSALES, the writer is glen ellen's very own HOPELESS ROMANTIC, who has been in town for twenty six years .while they are only twenty six, they can be very CHAOTIC but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more CHARMING. in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of ocean eyes, skyward stacks of books, pinky promises, like i do, when i think of them.
tw: cancer, death, hospitalization
Life can be pretty fucking shitty, and that all rings especially true when you’re young and think of nothing but the future, of growing up, never truly appreciating the time of your youth. Kit had learned this lesson early on, a child of the system, the byproduct of high school sweetheart love, two so enamored yet unprepared for the harsh reality of the world, so that baby that came out of spurious love would never know his parents, or at the very least those he shared DNA with. Not that it mattered as he never really lived in the system for long as some hopeful couple had wanted a baby for so long, but they just didn’t have any luck, so in some ways Kit was their miracle child. Besides the somewhat cautionary tale that was his birth, life was pretty normal for him, he was good in school, was an honor roll student all the way up until senior year when he was ready to venture out into the world and become a professional. At least, that was the plan, that’s what most young adults did once their high school career was over, go into higher education, get a degree, and make a career out of it. But on a night out with friends, one of the many that he’d come to know a night that was supposed to be like any other, his world turned upside down. Kit had passed out during one of the school’s football games, walking into the parking lot with his friends as they all celebrated the victory, he collapsed as he fell to catch up to them, and that was all he could recall as the darkness that was trying to invade from his peripheral took over.
The diagnosis was adenocarcinoma, and the fainting spell was brought on due to dehydration probably from the upchucking that he had done at home prior, thinking it must’ve been the corn dog he had ate that just didn’t sit with right him. They told him and his family about the available procedures and all that they could offer, and Kit couldn’t think, he couldn’t say a single word, all he could do was sit there and listen as the fear hit him like a truck. It dashed all his hopes and dreams of the future, as it looked grim, but he was up for the fight, as they call it. As if this thing was just another type of battlefield that he was wholly unprepared for, but he wanted to live, so what other choices were there? After a year in treatment, things started to take a turn for the worse, the doctors were giving up hope, and the look on his parents face as they tried to assuage the news didn’t help. Kit was left in that hospital bed looking at all the stories from his friends, moving on with their lives, going off into college, and he was just stagnant, deteriorating, as if his own body was waging a war with itself. After being told he only had maybe less than a year, he decided to spend his few remaining days in a place he had found online. A place that housed kids like him, kids who were terminal and wanted a better way to spend the rest of their remaining days. So as his bags were packed, he ventured off to what might be the best time in his life.
It felt like Hospice, except all the inhabitants were young, about his age, just young adults that for better or worse, lived their life as best as they could within this abode. He settled in quickly, made friends with the other kids and found in them a second family. They would all do everything together, they’d all tell the wildest stories that they could come up with, say what they would do if they ever got out that place. They’d steal alcohol, drink together, find themselves in the woods making a little bonfire, and Kit figured that it might not be so bad to go if you were surrounded by people who truly loved and cherished you, and knew exactly what you were going through. Kit met a boy, and their feelings for each other sparked quickly, it was beautiful and wild and real, and all the things’ people wish for, so he thought of himself as lucky in that aspect. That he got to experience what felt like love, real love, at least if only even for a little while. They promised they’d marry if they ever got out, but as the story goes, the good times can’t last. It should’ve been obvious given all their circumstances, but it still hurt, hurt like hell to know that seat at the table would never be filled by that person ever again. Here, he began to write, began to immortalize the people he loved in his stories, gave them all the grandeur and fantasy that they deserved. In his stories they got to live, carry out their lives, he gave them adventures, romance, every other amazing thing he could think of that he knew they’d enjoy. Little by little all these stories became a book, the first of many that he would never publish, at least, he didn’t think about it at first, didn’t think he’d ever get to see his work out there in the world. These were just stories he made for his friends, of his friends, and ones that he would keep for life…or at least until his time. Kit experience heartache many other times, as a lot of the faces he knew and loved had vanished, and their big group had dwindled, but even so they never truly left, not while there were pages and lips that said their names.
Then another miracle happened, the miracle baby of his parents got one for himself, new results that said he wasn’t terminal, and that while not fully recovered it meant he could put his life back on track. He was happy, sad, guilty, angry, confused, so many things all at once because…why him? Survivor’s guilt is common, and he knew that, be he didn’t know how visceral it would truly be until he was one himself, a survivor. After he left, he promised to himself to keep them all alive, and he did, his book got published and a bestselling author he became. That one book spawned an entire series, and he had made his friends ever living in those pages that millions of others now read, they fell in love with the same people he did, but they would never truly know how amazing each of them were, not like he did. Now he lives comfortably, playing the same video games one of his friends would’ve raved about, as if he had had kept something each of them loved and carried it with him forever, or as long as that could be. Still, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever find love, or a love as beautiful as his first, survivor’s guilt is a bitch, but it’s the bitch that he carries deep within his heart, and he doesn’t know if there’s anybody who could mend it, those battle scars.
(MASON GOODING + CIS MAN + HE / THEY) 🠒 LONELY by joel corry is something that resonates with DECLAN ‘DUCKY’ HART. the baker at brew and bake cafe and bakery is glen ellen's very own COMIC BOOK NERD, who has been in town for twenty four years. while they are only twenty eight, they can be very GUARDED but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more CHARISMATIC. in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret but i think the killer knows that [ REDACTED ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon. i wonder if the killer also thinks of broken wedding rings, cloudy skies, and inked skin like i do, when i think of them.
-You grew up loving games, and being able to enter other worlds where all the rules were entirely different. All the laughter and experiences gained from playing with friends in your home before it all became based on online play are things you truly cherish.
-That childhood of yours was pretty normal, a mom and dad who loved their child, worked hard for what they had but still managed to enjoy all the bounty that life had to offer. You couldn't really complain, there was truly no need to.
-The love of games you carried with you throughout life made you quite peculiar to others, but you were never shunned, somehow it always made everybody giggle and feel safe around such a silly person. Silly man, with silly dreams, is what they always said, but they never thought you wouldn't reach them.
-You met him, yes him, the man that made you fall head over heels when a friend introduced you two. It all began with a hello, but soon enough you found yourself wrapped around his finger, listening intently to his sweet nothings, and you fell for him, you fell hard and you fell fully.
-Not love at first sight, but something rather akin to it, and yet nothing could have prepared you for the heartbreak of the truth. That love that made you say your I do's, made you don a ring that you once wore so proudly, would be the thing that kept you restless.
-It had all been for a green card, at least that was the premise. To lure you into a false relationship all for his sake, cause he didn't want to leave, and you were left heartbroken, still wishing nothing but happiness for him and guilt for not being the one to be able to give him just that.
-After it all ended you fled as far away as possible, and now you start anew, unsure of anything else except your place here on earth. But that tiny voice still persists, doesn't it? Telling you that if you had been enough, maybe he would have fallen for you as well, and perhaps that's why you hold love at arm's length.
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