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stone dump bc i’m still going crazy

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Just a photoset of Chris and animals.

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Please participate in my research (also, if you say other, please put it in the tags/comments !)

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Mount Rainier National Park

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“Stone stone stone stone c’mon c’mon c’mon-“

“No”

*most dramatic eye roll in human history*

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One day I'll die and you'll just think I'm offline

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1992 woman jumps on stage makes out with stone

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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oh no! hoping sean is okay. wonder what he's got!

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my favorite aunt died

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In Too Deep: Chapter 12

Disclaimer: this is FanFiction. Nothing true, just my imagination. TW: drug references. If you missed chapter 11, you can find it here.

And once again he found himself snaking the station wagon up the icy twisting roads that led to Molly’s cabin.  Evening had finished its creep over the city, leaving the sky a murky black and the road a slushy gray.  Fuck.  He hadn’t taken into account how shitty the weather had been that day.  

Or how cold it was up in the mountains.  

The slush had started to freeze, creating solidified clumps of ice on the treacherous roads.  He already knew he was being stupid.  And he was annoyed that the road felt the need to remind him.  He had made the choice to do this, and now here he was.  But the mountain seemed to be closing in behind him, blocking his path of return, isolating him from the safety and familiarity of the city.  The reality was, getting back might not be easy.  Might not even be possible.  

Just then the light from Molly’s cabin came into view, and he could smell its smoky breath and feel the pull of its warmth.  But he could also see the white jeep parked outside, and the familiar knot of panic filled him again as he realized James was also inside.  

But in spite of that, he got out of his car and walked toward the cabin.  Before he could even knock, the front door opened.  

James.  

James stood in the doorway. The same corduroy and leather and shaggy hair and chiseled jaw that had confronted him that night.  That had been haunting him every day since that night.  But now, when Stone looked up at him, looked right into his eyes, James didn’t seem menacing at all.  He actually seemed welcoming, calm, almost friendly.  He smiled at Stone, and blinked slowly.  Stone noticed James’ eyes were a shade of green similar to his own. 

“Hi,” James said, and reached out to touch Stone’s shoulder.  He gently ushered him into the warm light of the cabin.  “You came.”  

“Hi!” Molly called to him too, from the kitchen. “You made it!  Looks pretty shitty out there.” She was wearing a dark green velvet top, with a wide neck that slid down over her shoulder as she plopped cheese slices onto a cutting board. Just like she had done the last time he was there.   Three flute glasses were in front of her, waiting to be filled with whatever she was mixing in the shaker.  

Like this was just a normal get together.  

James had taken Stone’s coat, without him even realizing it.  He was still lingering by the door, still unsure about stepping further into the belly of the cabin.  He was watching them both.  Carefully.  

“Let me get this fire going,” James said, with a slightly unnatural air of joviality.  And he rolled up his sleeves – revealing the gold hair on his ruggedly tan forearms – and effortlessly tossed a log into the fireplace. The flames immediately responded, jumping to life, filling the space with warmth and light. 

“Vodka blush?” Molly asked, handing him one of the flute glasses.  

Stone took the glass, and a cautious sip.  Vodka.  With a hint of something else.  Something simultaneously sweet and tart.  James returned from the fire, and he and Molly each took their glasses as well.  

They all took a drink, and then looked at each other.  And then looked at the floor.  

“So . . . how is Andy?” Molly asked.  Stone noticed she seemed to be struggling to make conversation. Definitely lacking the aloof confidence she normally exuded. “Did you guys make it home okay?” 

“Umm, well, yeah, he’s better now, but no. He wasn’t, uh, well.  Probably good I walked him home.”  

“Oh wow!  I didn’t realize . . . was he sick?  I just meant . . . because of the weather.”  

“Oh, well yeah, that too.  I mean, it was pretty icy. But, uh, he just gets . . . that way sometimes.  He’s fine.”  Stone nodded vehemently, hoping to convince them.  And himself.  

“Oh . . . good,” Molly nodded too.  

But no one was a match for the awkwardness that had overtaken them.  As if a monster had come just then and settled upon them, weighing them down, stifling their voices, fuddling their thoughts, stirring their emotions.  

To Stone’s amazement, he realized Molly and James seemed more nervous than he was. Molly was biting her lip.  James seemed to actually be blushing.  

“Umm . . .” Molly tried again.  “Why don’t we sit down!  Let me grab the cheese.”  She gestured toward the living room, then scurried to the kitchen. Stone didn’t move until she returned, shaking slightly as she balanced the cheese plate with her drink and some napkins.  James, meanwhile, had inconspicuously ducked into the large arm chair by the fireplace, leaving the couch open for Molly and Stone.

Stone took another large gulp of his vodka blush as he sat down.  

“This is really good,” he told her, adding his part to the awkward small talk.  

“Yeah! Thank you! I actually got it from Rosemary’s Baby.”

“Huh?” 

“Here, want some?” James’ voice suddenly asked.  Looking up from the couch, Stone saw James was extending his muscular arm in his direction, offering him a joint that had somehow materialized in his hand. 

“Mmm, thank you.” 

Never one to refuse, Stone took a long drag, letting the deep breath relax him, and he gently blew it out, towards the fire, which crackled pleasantly.  But he was still watching them carefully.  He watched them look at each other.  Communicate something, silently, between them.  Volleying a message that only they could understand.  Molly was still chewing on her lip.  James was still blushing.  Stone was perplexed.   Did he actually have the upper hand?  

“So!” he spoke up, letting that realization, along with the smoke and vodka, embolden him.  “What have you guys been up to lately?”  

Everyone finally laughed. It was exactly the fissure that the awkwardness had needed. The log jam was broken.  Stone couldn’t help but be proud.  

“Okay . . .” James said, blowing out smoke from his nose and mouth.  “Yeah . . . let me clear the air here.”  He passed the joint to Molly. 

Molly took a hit too, and passed it on to Stone.  He took a long inhale, and didn’t say anything.  He waited for James to continue.  

James looked into the fire for a few moments.  Which turned into a few more moments. Stone couldn’t help but admire the fineness of his features, in the firelight.    

“I know the other night was . . . weird,” James finally said. “And I know you probably didn’t want to come here.  I’m so glad you did, because I wanted to tell you this in person . . . to be in the right environment, where we could all just sit down. I wanted to say,  I am really sorry, Stone.  I’m sorry for freaking you out.  Everything is cool.” 

Molly nodded jubilantly and smiled at him.  Almost as if to say I told you so.   

“Okay . . .” Stone finally said.  “I’m . . . glad to hear that.”  

Then he was quiet.  Waiting.  Was James going to elaborate?  Stone couldn’t tell.  

Apparently not.  

“Okay, maybe this is more than I should ask,” Stone continued.  “But I have to understand.”  He looked back and forth between them.  “Stuff like this normally isn’t cool!  I mean . . . I thought you were going to kill me!  I don’t understand why you haven’t!”  

James almost spit his drink out, and started to laugh.  

“No . . .!  Oh man, I AM sorry.”  James took another long sip to ease his throat.  “I was never going to kill you.  I thought you were there because . . . well actually let me back up.  The deal is . . . we . . .” he looked at Molly, as if asking her permission.  She nodded. “Molly and I . . . do stuff like that.  We both do.  It’s an . . . open relationship, or whatever you want to call it.”  

Stone raised his eyebrows. 

“Except usually we give each other a heads up when we’ve got . . . company.  To avoid . . . situations like what happened with you!” James looked scoldingly at Molly, who giggled sheepishly.  “But . . . I thought maybe you were there as a surprise . . . for me.”  

Stone raised his eyebrows again.  

“But . . . yeah.” James shrugged. “That’s really all there is to it.  That’s the deal. Sorry again that I scared you.”  

“Obviously . . .” Molly chimed in.  “Keep this to yourself.  People in Seattle aren’t anywhere near as open minded as they pretend to be.” 

Stone nodded slowly.  That was definitely true.  They were both looking at him.  Waiting for him to say something.  The fire continued to crackle.  The snow had started up again, falling down around the cabin and the trees in delicate clumps.  

“I . . . think I’ll have another drink,” he finally said.

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Look what I just found in the latest Classic Rock :)

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These hit that happy spot in my brain.