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Sun, 07 Apr 2013 17:54:43 +0800

[o] ((HJCTE Part 2??))

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 20:28:00 +0800

The door to the master suite slammed open, banging on the opposite wall as Carson strode into the room and unceremoniously dumped a now giggly and bubbly Amber Montgomery on the king size bed.

She gave a little shout as she kicked her legs around and she righted herself, her no doubt expensive and exclusive, little black dress rumpling around her. For some fucking reason, somewhere along the 30th floor, she had up and decided she was going to be the hyper sort of drunk.

Needless to say Carson was not amused in the slightest.

“Caaaaar-chooooon, that was—” A giggle. “—mean!!” Another fit of giggles and then—

“Oh my fucking, don’t you dare throw up on my bed Tomlinson!!”

”Mmnot,” Tommy slurred, propping herself up on the bed and blinking at Carson through glazed eyes and a drunk-bright smile. “Wouldn’t want to make you maaaaad. Mrrmh.” She apparently decided then to make herself comfortable, kicking off her heels and pitching them at Carson across the room, cackling “Car-chooo!” and “Play with me!!” and “You were always my faaaave choo!”—

It was altogether too much.

In a beat, Carson was slamming Tommy to the bed, hands pinning her down, knees on her legs as he felt and watched the wine-stench breath rush out of her in a startled gasp.

Carson loomed over her in the sudden quiet, breathing heavily, he grit out, clear and calm and cold and laced with years’ worth of pent-up emotion: “Shut the fuck up. You stupid little bitch. Or I swear, I will dump your drunk ass outside for your little rockstar husband to find.”

”..Carso—”

He was off of her in the next instant, cutting Tommy off as he undressed his jacket and vest in sharp, vicious movements, leaving the garments on the floor.

“Carson you’re scaring m—”

“What the fuck did I say about shutting up, princess?!” Carson shouted, fist banging on the desk nearest him. He could see her trembling in the dim light, but he turned away, teeth grit as he moved towards his small bar, pouring a glass near to the brim with Grey Goose.

After a few burning gulps and listening to the blessed almost-silence, “Just…go to sleep, alright Tommy.” It came out soft, Carson still not looking at Tommy, but hearing her near silent whimpers now.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, he was supposed to have dumped her in here and left and—he hadn’t meant to hurt her, or lose control…it was just. It had been too much, having her around him all night, tipsy and laughing and happy and warm and just—there. Mature and carefree and smiling and a constant reminder of everything, and the nothing he had.

It hadn’t helped that he was nowhere in sight.

With a defeated sigh, Carson turned around, glass in hand, and made his way to Tommy, who was sitting up, hands twisting in the covers, he ignored the twist in his gut at the way she flinched as he crouched near her at the foot at the bed.

Goddamnit, he could see tears glinting in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, as soft and gentle as he could, hand coming up slowly to cup her cheek, “Choo just got a bit angry, alright? I’ll leave you here, okay? Just, go to sleep Amber. You’ll be safe here.” Away from me.

With another sigh, Carson stood up, not waiting for a reply as he made to exit the room before he was stopped by a sudden pressure on his sleeve.

“You never…called me Amber, before.”

Carson turned slowly, as Tommy’s other hand came and took the glass from his, dropping it to the floor, the sound of the glass shattering ringing loud in the silence.

She was entirely too close. Tiptoeing over the shards as she looped her arms around his neck, leaning ever closer as she whispered:

“Stay.”

And really, when is he ever going to learn to say no to her?

cartermontgomery replied to your post: [o] ((How Juno came to exist Part 1?)) shet I am so sorry

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 19:28:56 +0800

cartermontgomery replied to your post: [o] ((How Juno came to exist Part 1?))

shet

I am so sorry

gowith-the-flo replied to your post: [o] ((How Juno came to exist Part 1?)) why. Because reasons.

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 17:00:40 +0800

gowith-the-flo replied to your post: [o] ((How Juno came to exist Part 1?))

why.

Because reasons.

[o] ((How Juno came to exist Part 1?))

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 16:54:00 +0800

“Do you need any assistance, sir?”

“No, damn it—calm down!—just get me my card key.”

“…Of course sir.”

Carson gave the hotel receptionist a look of disdain as he swiped the key off the counter top and shoved it into his suit pocket, one hand still firmly trying to keep an intensely wasted and barely conscious Amber Tomli—Amber Montgomery, his brain corrected—close to his side.

Tommy wasn’t making Carson’s burden any lighter, dead weight as the latter dragged them over to the elevator bank of the shiny hotel.

“Mrghm…hmmm…warm…” Tommy slurred, arms wrapped flailing loosely in the general direction of Carson’s face, her own nuzzling into the flustered man’s now ruined suit jacket.

“Shut up, Amber.”

“….Soft…bright…mrhmm…”

“I did not drink enough for this…” Carson murmured, hating everything.

A pair of guests leaving the hotel caught Carson’s eye as they were passing, giggling and shooting not so subtle glances over at him. He made a mental note to ban them from his goddamn hotel chain for life.

“Wonderful. Just, bloody wonderful.” Carson muttered darkly, thanking a god he definitely didn’t believe in that it was that hour of the night/day when the hotel lobby was mostly unoccupied. This could have been a lot worse.

He knew it was a bad idea to come to the damn psuedo-reunion. He fucking knew. But here he was, a drooling Tomli—Montgomery!—stuck to his side. Why the fuck couldn’t any of their other so-called friends had stuck around to take her again? And where the fuck was her husband?

The damn elevators couldn’t have come sooner, and Carson heaved a now apparently knocked out Tommy into the lift, shooting the hotel attendant a dark glare that shut him up before he could get a word out, and bit out a “Penthouse suite.” before steadily focusing on keeping Tommy upright as she slurred and drooled on him.

Carson let out a sigh of frustration and barely suppressed anger. Ignoring the incessant ringing of his business mobile and just trying to not drop Tommy on the floor and go to his penthouse and sleep in peace.

“Mrrmmh…so fluffy…choo.”

Fuck.

Carson is buzzed and noisy.

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 20:18:07 +0800

clementsjamie:

thecarsondeveraux:

Stop being such a buzzkill Fuzzzz

I would stop being a buzzkill if you’d stop bouncing off the walls. It’s been a long day and I’m tired. Go away.

Well I’m not stopping anytime soon, so deal with it. Go get yourself a drink or summat.

Carson is buzzed and noisy.

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 19:57:23 +0800

clementsjamie:

Someone should get the freezer deadbolted.

Stop being such a buzzkill Fuzzzz

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Thu, 20 Dec 2012 19:56:42 +0800

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Thu, 20 Dec 2012 19:55:22 +0800

AU Meme: Chase left, Bad-Boy!Jamie Pffft.

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 21:14:20 +0800

AU Meme: Chase left, Bad-Boy!Jamie

Pffft.

“So apparently TD thinks nothing about us.” Jamie said out loud, scrolling down the ever so...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 22:26:47 +0800

“So apparently TD thinks nothing about us.” Jamie said out loud, scrolling down the ever so (in)famous Gossip Blog. He closed the internet tab with a flourish before leaning back toward the warm, bare body behind him.

“Good.” Chase smiled, tightening his arms around the curly haired boy and licking a stripe down his neck. Jamie squirmed, but he’s smiling nonetheless—and if he angles his neck back that small bit more, well… “That’s…very good.”

“Mhm…why is that good?”

“I don’t want him or her or it meddling with…this…us.” Chase answered back softly, snuggling Jamie more, effectively smothering whatever space left between their bodies.

Jamie grinned then, leaning away for a moment from Chase to put the laptop down (and Chase makes an adorable moan of protest at the loss of contact—widening Jamie’s grin) before coming back and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend again, facing each other this time.

“Well…” Jamie began, nudging Chase’s nose with his, mouths inches apart, “….maybe we should…celebrate?”

Chase’s face goes from gleeful to lustful in those few seconds, and the nip on the nose he was going to give becomes a nip on Jamie’s bottom lip. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He pulls Jamie towards him and kisses him, long and sweet and lingering. “I’d…like that a lot.” They flip over, Jamie chuckling at the sudden want in the others’ eyes, and Chase just keeps kissing, holding back his own joy and utterly failing.

Jamie just melts into it, because after months of this he still can’t believe this is real. That Chase is his, and this is actually really happening and—

Jamie stilled, then after a moment raised himself up to his elbows. Chase had pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie asked, crushing the tiny sliver of doubt and dread that flashed through his mind. He watched Chase’s now stoic expression, then runs a hand through his boyfriend’s hair, nudging him to look up.

“What’s—?” Jaime’s concern is cut off with a shout when the sting of Chase’s bite shocks through him and his hands clench tight, gripping hair.

“…..Forgot to feed Lucas.” Chase deadpans, tongue swirling over the darkening lovebite.

“Chase…”

Jamie feels Chase’s hand clench on his thighs as he looks at him, grinning and cheery. “Cheater,” Jamie whines, then wonders how someone could look so adorable when poised to give a blowjob, stark naked in his school dorm at two in the afternoon.

“Be right back!”

The curly haired teen lets out an exasperated huff that turns into a full blown laugh as he watches Chase scamper around the room putting on clothes, and stumbling to the door. Chase looks back before leaving, managing to make a smile look adoring yet so lustful at the same time.

He licks his lips. Winks. “To be continued?”

“Damn right it will be. Or I’m putting Lucas in a zoo.” Jamie winks back, laughing as Chase goes out body-backward and shuts the door without his eyes leaving him once.

Jamie’s naked in bed, reading a book and feeling like Beau when there are tentative knocks on his door.

“…Jamie?”

Said teen put down his book and replied, smile already forming again. “Chase.”

“Are you…naked?”

“Yes.”

There’s a hurried noise outside as Chase works the lock and bounds back in. He returns Jamie’s smile for a bit before… “Look what I got!” brandishing a bottle of KY lubricant like it was a prize trophy he won at a fair. Jamie laughs again.

Chase throws the bottle on the bed and gets naked, wastes no time to get skin-on-skin again, arms entwining with the still chortling boy he loved. He kisses the last of Jamie’s fading snickers away and they just gaze for while, content and happy and—

“You’re not…really going to put Lucas in a zoo are you?”

Jamie can’t believe what he’s hearing right now, and kisses the idiot eyeing him naked and tangled and horny. He resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“No, you freak, I love you too much.” he says, frustrated but amused and sincere.

Chase holds on tighter, can’t believe he’s this happy right now, and kisses back, biting and licking and once again forgetting anything except Jamie.

“I love you too much too.”

[o] I fucking hate you /all/

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 21:37:52 +0800

[o] Everything is so...quiet.

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 19:33:51 +0800

…I’ll be at the range.

The acrid burn of the smoke swirling into him and out clouded Carson’s mind, it eased him, it...

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 15:15:26 +0800

The acrid burn of the smoke swirling into him and out clouded Carson’s mind, it eased him, it calmed him, it brought along with its tar and tobacco that small reprieve from all the bull—

Let’s stop there.

Carson didn’t smoke because of all that crap. Those were reasons he came up with later, to placate himself and further his demented attitude. No. The real reason he smoked was because he felt it was the ultimate form of disobedience to his parents. The last ditch effort, the last desperate cry of attention. It had been the stupid, unconscious idea of an intelligent, forsaken child.

He had thought that by smoking, taking death into himself, by knowingly destroying the one thing ever willingly given to him out of love—his life, himself, his breath he was desecrating with every drag—he could finally be noticed, be cared for, be worried about.

So that maybe, even for just that small, infinitesimal bit—he could pretend he was loved.

Nathan stood leaning against a pillar over-looking the courtyard, it was a sunny day, perfect...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 01:16:54 +0800

Nathan stood leaning against a pillar over-looking the courtyard, it was a sunny day, perfect weather—and Amy was playing with Charles on the field.

Nath was smoking, watching with bittersweet eyes as Amy play-chased her son around the grass, laughing and smiling and the sun in her hair, she was beautiful and carefree and—his spot afforded him a place where he could see her without her seeing him— he was glad for it.

She was everything he knew he should never want, never desire, never have.

And it ached him, knowing that, when all he wanted right fucking now was to rush into the courtyard, surprise her laughing and lift her into his arms, Charles and all…and be…happy.

‘…Damn it.’

He lit another cigarette, drowning his thoughts in the swirls of smoke.

…

....I broke the firing range.

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:53:56 +0800

…Woops.

Because it's fun to see someone in a miserable mood turn even more prissy.

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:36:38 +0800

Isn’t it just?

amber—tomlinson replied to your post: amber—tomlinson replied to your post: Chase...

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:35:00 +0800

amber—tomlinson replied to your post: amber—tomlinson replied to your post: Chase cupped…

THAT DOESN’T ANSWER MY QUESTION OMFG

That it didn’t. Fancy that.

amber—tomlinson replied to your post: Chase cupped his cheek, softly—almost a...

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:31:15 +0800

amber—tomlinson replied to your post: Chase cupped his cheek, softly—almost a caress….

wait who gets married omfg

Potato.

Aw, I wonder why you're so upset tonight.

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 22:25:14 +0800

I wonder why you won’t just fucking stop.