#im still pissed that bee came at me TWO times man thats so mean now im stuck waiting in here

[jrueships]

yea 😀 !

[showingthroughtome]

7: june 23rd

Instead of taking it as a joke, Jess replies with genuine, flirty inquiry, “Really? You could stop Carly?”

Harry raises his shoulders, and humbly gestures, “Maybe.”

“Alright.” She agrees, crossing her arms and challenges him. The ball is in his court so now it isn’t up to her  which direction things go - if only for this one situation.

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Neither Harry nor Jess end up going through with their little sabotaging plans. On a very basic level, it turns out that they don’t really dislike camping, or the woods. They’ve always loved being outdoors, getting into little adventures in the park where they can feed the ducks, going down one of the trails that lead them into a forested area, only to have them both running back to their moms to get checked for ticks an hour later. The only differences between that and camping are that they're there much longer and they have to check for their own ticks. Which, they don't mind enough to want to go home - definitely not more than they liked being with their friends, recklessly drinking alcohol they had to get their older siblings to buy.  

By the third and final night, Jessica has mastered the art of finding the perfect wood to make a lasting camp fire. It may be too early to determine, but she feels like an expert in the area, bragging about it as she walks back to the campsite with Ben and Carly flanking her sides.

She's swinging a hefty stick around, boasting, “I mean, look at this. This will burn all night if we let it.”

“It’ll be ash in an hour and a half.” Ben holds up his hands, shielding himself from the stick.

“I give it an hour.” Carly, equally unamused, catches it and pulls it from Jessica’s hands.

Ben leans forward to look around her to Carly. “Are we making this a bet?”

“Guys! You’re not very encouraging of my skills!” Jess reaches to retrieve her find, coming up unsuccessful mostly because she is short, but also because Carly is extremely tall.

“Hey, you gotta leave her alone. It’s not her fault she only can reach five feet off the ground.” Harry shouts from beside their fire.

Jessica had been so preoccupied by her stick that she hadn’t even realized they were approaching the rest of their friends - what was she? A dog?

She looks between Harry and Carly who are now having a small stare down - Carly’s hand is still in the air and another one is keeping Jess away from her goal. Harry’s expression is one of playful business while Carly’s face reads pure joy. Harry lifts a finger, pointing sternly.

“Ugh, fine.” Carly lowers her arm and hands over the sturdy piece of wood. “It’s kind of sad to literally hold things over your head.”

Jess nods, sarcastically agreeing. “Yeah, I get it. Kind of like how it is to see you try to find something that is actually flammable.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she takes off into a jog to hide behind a snickering Niall and Harry. Niall holds up one of the skewers him and Harry had been putting hotdogs on and aims it in the direction Jessica had come from. When looking back, she finds out that Carly hasn’t even taken a step towards her yet.

“Chill. I’m not gonna attack you.” Carly claims, hands on hip, playing innocent though everyone knows that's never been true.

Ben comes to her side, throws an arm around her neck and grimaces, “Babe, you do know pranks in the night are the same as attacks?”

“Yeah! Pranks at night especially count as attacks.” Jessica peers around Harry's shoulder, emphasizing her point. If Carly is going to retaliate, she would much rather it happen when one of her senses isn’t fucked any further than it usually is. Jess squeezes Harry’s upper arm so he’ll make his stance on her side known.

“Especially.” He nods, and then points his skewer more directly with the most unalarming frown ever.

“Thanks.” Jess huffs.

Carly drops her few pieces of firewood on the pile and throws up her hands in defeat. “Seriously guys. I can take a joke now without getting angry. You’ll see.”

She swings her arm around Ben’s waist and then the two take a seat on a sleeping bag laid out over the dirt.

“Ben, watch your girl.” Jessica pleads, winking at Carly when they make eye contact and becomingly slightly alarmed when Carly doesn’t return one, seeming actually, a little bit pissed indeed.

Jessica shudders at the thought. She places her firewood right in the flame that’s still lightly burning from the one they started for lunch. Soon enough, it’ll be big enough to roast their dinner.

“Do you think I should worry about that?” She asks the boys even though she knows Carly wont do anything that will actually harm her, perhaps something like a demonic symbol drawn on her forehead in permanent ink or sticking her hand in a cup of warm water so she’ll pee her pants like an anxious eight year old.

“I would be.” Niall shakes his head in grief, remembering, “Last time I joked on Carly, she told every girl that I brought into the apartment that I was a crier.”

“No.” Harry slaps his forehead with pity for his friend, shaking his curls and laughing. “That is undesirable.”

“Dude.” Jessica deflates for the guy, only imagining how awkward the follow up conversation could be to that. No offense, but who wants to hear how emotional someone is at first contact with a friend?

“Ehh, that’s okay.” Niall pats the hand Harry had placed on his shoulder comfortingly. “I did get her back. Apparently she doesn’t like honey more than shaving cream. Weird.” Niall smirks, leaving his friends to think about that as he backs away to do something else.

Harry and Jessica grin at the possibilities then face each other, shaking their heads in regret for the roommates who just signed a lease for another whole year.

“They’ll kill each other.” Jessica jokes in delight at her friend's expense.

“They think they’re actually on a prank show.” Harry agrees with a nod. He swats a bug that flies for his face and then returns more seriously, obviously worried for his best friend, “But, seriously, stay alert. I think she spotted a bee hive earlier.”

“Oh my god, Harry. Shut up.” She pushes him with all her might, heart beating faster at the teasing. With all of her friends making jokes about it, the only thing that keeps her from panicking is the thought - she can take a joke now. Carly isn’t fifteen anymore. She can take one little joke now.

“I guess I could sleep in your tent with you to make sure nothing bad happens.” He offers with a smile, eyes on her red vinyl tent set up right next to his yellow one. Even though it wasn’t planned, every one of them brought their own two person tent, figuring they’d share with someone who forgot their own. Since it was their first camping trip, they all chalked it up to a rookie mistake and enjoyed the breathing room as they slept through those warm summer nights.

It would be a lie to say that she didn’t think about maybe sleeping in the same tent with Harry and what that would do. Would it make things awkward? Would it speed things up? Would it leave them in this limbo?

Instead of taking it as a joke, Jess replies with genuine, flirty inquiry, “Really? You could stop Carly?”

Harry raises his shoulders, and humbly gestures, “Maybe.”

“Alright.” She agrees, crossing her arms and challenges him. The ball is in his court so now it isn’t up to her  which direction things go - if only for this one situation.

“Cause I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout forever. Oooh.” Nat, coming out of the woods to the right of them, sings, dancing with grooving shoulders as she croons, “Or do you not think so far ahead?”

She stops right next to them, interrupting their not so innocent, flirty banter entirely.

“That is the ultimate shower song… or I guess, slightly-gross-lake-water-hair-washing song.” She exhales and thinks, “Definitely the more accurate title.”

Then she looks between them and cracks a smile, breaking character of Obnoxious Camping Nat.

“Nat, I love you with my entire soul.” Jess claims in her most serious tone, covering her heart and throwing her arm around her fellow short person. With all her attention on Nat, together they walk to a sleeping bag and prepare a hotdog. Once Nat is sat down, she sees that the fire was left to dwindle under the care of her friends so she gets right back up and complains the whole time she stokes the fire.

For the rest of the night, over red cups and shot glasses, Jess catches Harry’s eyes more than a few times. And at the end of the night, she zips her tent up with tipsy fingers, comfortable to be alone because Carly had complained about being tired for a while before she crashed hard hours ago.

authors note:

hiii! im personally not that happy with this chapter. i feel like its not the strongest one ive ever written. imma let you guys who actually read my notes in on a secret: i write a lot of this story while high. i mean, thats when the story came to me so why not? lol a lot of the time that works out for me but idk about this one. this just seems a little choppy. choppy stoned lauren came out and idk how to fix it (or maybe i am just accepting it for what it is lolol??) hopefully you can stay with me for the next one. because man oh man, we are building up to something!

please please please let me know what you think!!!!!!!!

thank you so so so much to @what-comes-from-within for betaing this for me as she does everything i put out these days, she is the bees knees <3

thank you so much for reading!

- lauren

[boshawbearclaw]

You Did This For Me?

Sharky Boshaw x Lucas O'Connor

It was a hot and humid Tuesday mid afternoon in October, the wide open area of the land at the end of a random path in the woods had dirt and gravel all over. A perfect spot to burn something, or in this case someone, this isn't just another one of Lucas' random Peggie BBQs. This was special, a birthday present.

Lucas stood infront of 10 peggies, it only took one little outpost and the bed of his truck to haul them to this handpicked secluded spot. They all lay tied up and bound on the dirt and gravel, the behemoth puts his hands on his hips and grumbles softly, 'how am i gonna do this, mm shitty tits', they whimper collectivley as he snaps his fingers and shouts, "i got an idea!" Lucas saunters forward and grabs one of them by their long fluffy hair and drags the Peggie into the position of the top part of the capitol 'i'.

He crouched and flick the Peggie on the nose, he points a menacing finger at him, "Stay." Lucas said sternly, he smirks when the man whimpers sheepishly. Lucas stands again and continues the process of dragging frightened and shaking Peggies into position, he had to slap some of them into submission while for others he simply had to glare at them and they'd be pissing themselves, again.

He stood for a final time before walking over to his pickup he jumped up onto the hood and examined his work. The 10 bound Peggies were shaped in the form of the words 'I <3 U' with the heart placed upright, they wiggle uselessly trying desperately to get free but fail miserably as other pray to Joseph for help.

He genuinely smiled at his almost complete project, "He's gonna love this, haha, y'all are doin' a good job!" He shouts, clapping his hands sarcastically. He hops down and continue his saunter over to the bed of his truck, the gravel crunched underneath his mud and blood stained boots.

He pulled the tailgate down and grabs the full jerrycan, scooting it towards him, he unscrews the cap and takes a deeeeeep inhale of the gasoline, a sudden wave of euphoria washes over him, He shakes his head with a chuff and screws it shut again, Lucas take off his Boomer shirt to reveal his sweaty, scarred and tattooed upper body. "You know--" He begins as he walks infront of his truck, he uses his shirt to wipe the sweat drippin' down his chest. "-- Y'all were hard to wrangle up, i mean i barely sweat and look at this shit, Ruined my fuckin' shirt."

Lucas sighs and tosses his shirt onto the hood of his truck, he looks down at the Peggies while he sets down the jerrycan.

Their eyes collectively flicker up and down between him and the large gas canister, all of them whimper and cry as the realization of whats gonna happen to them hits them like a freight train.

He began to sing a Danish nursery rhyme his pa used to sing to him when he was little as they tried to plead for him to let them go, "Bjørnen sover, Bjørnen sover, i sin lune bo. Han er ikke farlig, når man blot er varlig. Men man kan dog, men man kan dog, aldrig på ham tro." Lucas picks up the canister again, unscrews it, he walks to the closest Peggie and starts strategically pouring the gas on him.

They start screaming in fear, it was barely a second later that Lucas burst with anger "SHUT UP YOU FUCKS, I'LL FUCKIN WATERBOARD EVERY ONE OF YOU WITH GASOLINE, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP MOVING!!!" He shouts in return making his mixed accent show through more prominently, stomping his booted foot onto one of their throats effectively crushing his trachea.

Lucas growls, he shuffles around them while pouring the gas all over their bodies, trying not to spill it on the ground too much, when he finished he does the little dance that John Travolta did from the movie Saturday night fever, he and Sharky's favorite movie that has disco as the main theme. After he does the little jig, Lucas caps the jerrycan and returns it to its spot in the bed of the truck, he walks to the front of the truck.

He takes out his zippo and flick it open, the sound alone makes them freeze. He cackles like a witch, "Y'all smell wonderful, including the scent of piss thats wafting through the humid air at the moment." Lucas says casually, he takes out a spliff from his belt and lights it while he grabs his phone out of his back pocket, he unlocks it then clicks on emergency contacts and taps on Sharky's picture.

It rang 2 times before the line clicked and Sharky's voice came through, "Hey, rook-a-saurus." Lucas laughs and takes a drag of his spliff, "I got a present for ya sugarplum, come down to the spot were we first met." There was a bit of shuffling coming fron the other line, then sharky replies with the sound of jingling keys in the background, "I'm on my way, do you, um, want me to bring some beer or something?"

Lucas smiles, "Yeah, that'd be amazing, i'll be waitin' for ya, dont be late now, ya hear?" Lucas said in a stern but calm voice, He heard a soft inhale and then the opening and closing of Sharky's driver side door, "Y-yea Bubba, im on my way." And With that he cancled the call and hopped up on his trucks hood, waiting for his boy to come to the party before it officially starts, Lucas takes another drag and moans a little when it sofly burns his throat.

He hops down and rounds the side of the truck and climbed into the cab, he turns the key in the ignition half way and plugs the auxiliary cord into his phone and clicks on his favorite music app, Spotify, he then chooses his favorite playlist, labled 'Disco Inferno motherfucker'.

He clicks shuffle and then turned up the volume when his favorite Bee Gees song came on, he hummed along to 'stayin' alive' when he jumped back onto the hood of his truck after slithering out of the cab. Minutes later Lucas hears a horn sounded a few feet away, the music muffled it a little.

Sharky hopped out of his green camo jeep and started dancing and singing while walking towards Lucas, "FEEL THE CITY BRAKIN', AND EVERYBODY SHAKIN' AND WE'RE STAYIN ALIVE!! STAYIN' ALIVE!"

Lucas laughs and jumps down from the truck and does a little jig as well as he shuffles forward, he hugs Sharky when he gets close enough and laughs as Sharky still dances in his grip. The smaller man returns the giants hug with eagerness and buried his face into Lucas' chest, disregarding his hat that started to fall off of his head.

Lucas grabbed it before it joined the blood splattered on the gravel, he pulled away from the singing man and put the hat back on its owners head. Lucas walks over to the cab of the truck, reaching in through the window he turns the music down, just enough for him to not have to shout over the disco music.

He turns around again only to be met face to face with a smiling Sharky who then leans forward to close the gap between them, Sharky's goatee scratches delightfully against Lucas' chin and upper lip as the man standing on his tippy toes tries to lick and suck at his pinkish lips, Lucas helps a little by grasping the smaller man's ass, essentially giving him a small boost of height so he doesn't have to struggle as much; Seeing as Lucas is 7 inches taller.

Lucas bites Sharky's lip and licks up the tiny drop of blood that blossoms from the teeth mark, Sharky grunts in surprise but doesn't stops him from shoving his tongue in Lucas' mouth. The tallest out of the two pushes the other away softly, laughing when the small man verbally protests by whining, and stomping his feet.

"I got a present for you sugarplum, jump up." Lucas says excitedly with a toothy smile, he motioned to the hood of his truck, he jumps up onto it and waits a moment for Sharky. "Woah, this an orgy or somthin', Bubba?" Sharky asks as his gaze sets upon the quivering gas soaked Peggies all bound with thick rope.

"Haha, no nothing like that, do you know what day it is?", Lucas wraps his big arm around Sharky's smaller shoulders, " Uh, October 2nd?" The big man smiles, "Yup, you know what that means?" "Nuh uh." Lucas laughs softly, "Its your birthday, dummy!!" Sharky beams in realization, "Oh shit yeah its my birthday! I guess i forgot with all this Peggie bullshit."

"Welll, with that said, heres your present, sorry their aint no cake, theres not exactly any bakeries open." Lucas took out three fire starters and lit them before chucking each of them onto each "letter". He grins like the devil when they scream into the night air, Lucas looked over at Sharky and genuinely smiled when his boys eyes lit up when he read the flaming birthday message.

" Aww, Luke, if this aint the sweetest damn thing. Damn it your makin me all watery eyed." He half squealed while a toothy smile plastered itself on his face. He turns and take of his hat, setting on the roof of the cab he wraps both arms around Lucas' neck and hugged him tight, Lucas squeezing equally as hard as the other man.

They stayed like that until only disco music and the distant noises of animals were heard, Sharky pulled away a little so he could look into Lucas' eyes as he spoke. "I love you, Lucas, thank you."

Before Lucas could respond Sharky pressed his soft lips against his own slightly cracked ones.