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oliverprc:

“Good weird?” He chuckled, walking over to take a seat next to her while he waited on the food. “We can’t do that again though, right?” He stated, not sure if it was a question or he was telling her. Part of him was still wanting more of her, but she was his best friend and he knew he needed her friendship more than he wanted a fuck.

“We really shouldn’t,” she looked over at him, just because they shouldn’t didn’t mean that she didn’t want to. Though she knew it was in both of their best interests to keep their hands to themselves, “That doesn’t mean it was bad, though.”

#c: Oliver

oliverprc:

Oliver kept his gaze on the pan where he was cooking, not sure what he should say now. Of course they were still friends. But why did he feel like he should keep his distance? He shouldn’t get too close because what if he tries something again? “You mean that?” he finally said, letting his eyes drift form the pan to look at her. “It wasn’t bad though, was it?” he asked, not being able to help himself.

She laughed softly, looking up at him. “No, it wasn’t bad. Just weird, I guess. But, like, good weird,” she trailed off, “But I wouldn’t let it ruin our friendship. Nothing can.”

#c: Oliver

oliverprc:

Oliver sighed, jumping off of the counter and beginning to fix something. It was hard to avoid the subject that had been clouding his thoughts as he let his eyes flicker back up to look at her as she sat in the chair at the kitchen table. “We shouldn’t have let that happen, right?” He finally spoke as he mixed together the ingredients for pancakes. He swallowed hard, not liking the idea of losing his friendship with May all because they fucked. “I mean…. I don’t regret what happened, but do you? We are still friends right?”

May traced circles on the table with her fingers, barely looking up at him, “No, we shouldn’t have.” She swallowed, nodding along with what he was saying, “I- it just can’t happen again. But of course we’re still friends.”

#c: Oliver

jacksonwlsh:

Jackson had been at a loss for words as she admitted to trying to kill herself. He hadn’t even noticed how long had passed before he just shook his head, “What the fuck, May.” That was all he could even think to say as he just stepped closer to her. “Look, that is never the only way out, okay?” Jackson wasn’t sure how to comfort the girl, but he tried his best. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, pulling her against him as he rested his head on top of hers. He couldn’t tell if he was more angry than sad, but the more he thought about what the man had done to her he couldn’t help but let his anger begin to take over again. “He doesn’t deserve to be breathing, May. He’s a complete waste of space and you can’t stop me from doing something about this. He deserves more than what I gave him the other day.”

May sobbed against Jackson’s chest, her face heating up in embarrassment. She wasn’t used to being this open around him, and she didn’t want anyone to know what she’d done. “Please don’t,” she cried, “Please just- stop. Just leave him alone. I don’t want to make him angry a-and I don’t want him to hurt you. I’m scared of him.”

#c: Jackson

jacksonwlsh:

Jackson had just been listening to her, but when she mentioned the word kill, his eyes narrowed and he kept his gaze focused on her. “May…” He stepped towards her, eyebrow raising ever so slightly. “Kill who?” He asked curiously. “Will you stop trying to be Superwoman for one goddamn second and tell me the truth. Look if I didn’t give a shit about you then I wouldn’t be having this conversation but I’m gonna need you to be honest with me.” Jackson reached a hand out, lightly resting it on her upper arm as he spoke,

At this point she was mentally kicking herself, instantly regretting letting the words slip. She looked down again, unable to meet Jackson’s eyes. “I tried to kill myself,” she said quietly, a rush of tears coming with the confession,“It- everything was so fucking hard. And he just got so vicious towards the end and every time I tried to leave he’d just show up again. He started forcing me to do things a-and there was no good side anymore.” She took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down, “It just felt like the only way out.”

#c: Jackson #tw: suicide #tw: domestic abuse

oliverprc:

“It’s still a kitchen,” he smirked, watching as she got dressed before turning to head out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. “So since you apparently don’t like sausage, what do you want for breakfast? Pancakes still?” He asked, finding a spot on the counter to sit down as he waited for her to decide what they should fix. His mind couldn’t help but think about what had happened the night before, and it wasn’t that he regretted it. He just hoped that they were on the same page with what it meant.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she yawned as she made her way into the kitchen, starting to pull out what they would need to cook. “But I’m making you cook, I’m too tired,” she pushed the ingredients in his direction, dropping into one of the kitchen chairs. She didn’t even want to think about what they’d done, regret already starting to settle in.

#c: Oliver

oliverprc:

Oliver smiled, his hand couldn’t help but wander over her side, down her thigh before running back up again. “I’ll keep all of my immature comments to myself. But I still want to cook for you, but I also want you to cook for me because I’m sure it would be better than whatever I come up with. Plus it’s always been a fantasy of mine to have a cute girl naked in my kitchen cooking breakfast for me.” He said with a chuckle before rolling out of bed and pulling on his boxers. “Don’t you want to help me with that fantasy, May?” He teased.

Her stomach did another flip as his fingers ran over her skin, and she frowned a bit as she felt him get out of the bed. She sat up, brushing the hair out of her face, “It’s my kitchen, actually, but fine.” She stood up, pulling her underwear back on followed by Oliver’s t shirt.

#c: Oliver

jacksonwlsh:

Jackson let his back rest against the counter as he watched her carefully. She was getting so annoyed with him that it was almost making her come off as defensive. And if anyone knew what being defensive looked like, it was Jackson. His constant state was defensive. “Why would he come after Oliver? He your boyfriend or something?” He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly. “Look he’s not going to do anything, May. He’s learned his lesson. And if he tries something else I am not going to let him get away with it. You can forget about that right now.” Jackson saw the tears forming in her eyes and he let out a sigh. “Why are you crying?” His voice was softer now, not actually trying to upset her.

“No, he’s not my boyfriend. Jamie just-” she paused, the first time Jamie had hit her was over Oliver. His jealousy had always been out of control. “He just used to get really jealous when we hung out and I- I don’t want to have to worry about him getting hurt.” May sighed, “There’s nothing you can do to stop him, how do you not realize that? I- do you know how many times I broke up with him? He’s persistent I had to try and kill-”, she broke off, realizing what she had said and changing topics quickly, “You provoking him is only going to make things worse.” She looked down, wiping at her eyes, “I’m not crying.”

#c: Jackson #tw: suicide

#ask meme

jacksonwlsh:

Jackson rolled his eyes, jumping off the counter again and letting his eyes linger on hers for a moment. “I can’t promise that. And stop trying to save your ex. It’s ridiculous how you are still wanting to protect him after how shit he was. Sure, I never saw the good side of him, but I saw the bad and nothing he could do would make up for what I saw.”

“I’m not trying to protect him!” she insisted, starting to get a bit worked up. She was always defensive, especially when she was lying. “Can you stop saying that I am? Because I’m not, okay? I don’t care what happens to him. I just don’t need him coming after me or Oliver or my family because you decide you want to use him as a punching bag!” Her eyes were already brimming with tears and she wasn’t sure if they were from anger or sadness, she tried to hold them back regardless.

#c: Jackson #//sorry about her

oliverprc:

After last nights events and a bit of cuddling and talking, Oliver and May had passed out in her bed. He felt refreshed as he slowly woke up the next morning. His hands rubbed at his eyes as he looked around and found May still asleep next to him. He wasn’t sure how to feel after what happened. He just thought that it was a one time thing, and that it was no strings attached, but he had just assumed it was the same for May. Still, Oliver slipped a hand around her waist, resting on her stomach as he pulled her back against his chest. “Wake up,” he said, his voice still groggy. His fingers began to dance along her skin, tickling her awake. “Come on I’m hungry and you make better pancakes than me. I can fix some eggs and sausage if you do the pancakes.” He said, not really wanting to focus on last night for too long.

May knew hooking up with Oliver was a bad idea the moment they were done. She had a weird twisty feeling in her stomach, which was a bad sign in her book. She had fallen asleep easily next to her best friend, sleeping peacefully through the night. She frowned when she heard him tell her to wake up, only curling closer to him. Her hand came up to swat his hand, “I don’t even like sausage.”

#c: Oliver #//it sounds like an innuendo but its not meant to be i swear lmaoooo

jacksonwlsh:

“Is that supposed to make me feel more comfortable with what you’re doing?” He teased with a small smirk.

“Maybe just a little,” she finished what she was doing and stepped back, “You’re all done. Now can you please at least try to stay out of fights? Or at least ones with my ex-boyfriend?”