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hello you beautiful wonderful humans!! i love u all so much. logans blog is currently under construction but i will be posting a few aesthetic things to separate the new posts from old posts from a different character. i will def get to replying to starters n things asap!! this weekend is pretty crazy for me because im going to day 2 of nocturnal wonderland which is a rave and will be a great fucking time. add me on snap for the inside tea lol.

mssg me for plotting tho because im always down and if u dont i probably will soon.

so much love guys!!! excited to rp :)))

Text to Magic Mike 👅💦

Harley: YOU WILL NOT

Harley: CASPER THE FRIENDLY GHOST IS HERE AND I SIMPLY WANT HIM TO FIND A NEW HOME

Harley: i have which is why i need your help

Spencer: did you get the sage already ????? im not going NEAR U until u got the sage

Text to Magic Mike 👅💦

Harley: i knew there was another reason

Harley: I AM NOT GOING TO CATCH GHOSTS

Harley: I AM NOT A GHOSTBUSTER

Harley: can you come over and help me? i'm scared...

Spencer: OMG I CANT U INSANE DEMON HUNTER

Spencer: I WILL GET POSSESSED OR SMTHH

Spencer: have you SEEN a horror movie?????

Text to Magic Mike 👅💦

Harley: wait why do you have a sage guy?

Harley: did you read it to?

Harley: on second thought this better not be a sketchy dealer's number because i already have one and don't need another

Spencer: i just have a sage guy because he makes other shit like sativa and grows shrooms

Spencer: WHY AM I TELLING U THIS

Spencer: GO CATCH UR GHOSTS OR WHATEVER U CRAZY BITS

Text to Magic Mike 👅💦

Harley: 💯

Harley: sorry that was cheesy but yes i'm serious

Spencer: aight, this is the # to my sage guy (551) 710-2916

Spencer: DONT tell him i told u, we have beef rn

Text to Magic Mike 👅💦

Harley: no i read this thing today that was like 'how to tell if your house is haunted' and now i'm convinced my cabin is haunted

Harley: i need sage so i can cleanse it from the spirits

Spencer: so you arent tripping on anything ?? ur serious?

Text to Magic Mike 👅💦

Harley: hey so this might be a really weird question but do you have any sage on you?

Harley: or at least know where i could get some?

Spencer: is this a trap

“Maybe I wanted us to work! Maybe I didn’t want us to end when...when her life did.” Spencer was getting tired. He was getting tired of arguing. He was getting tired of the emotions. It was always one dramatic end of the spectrum with Amelia; they could never ben relaxed in the middle. 

His voice lowered and he ran a shaking hand through his hair. “I love you so much Amelia. But...everything is so fucked up. And you’re right,” he looked up at her, “we’ll never work. We’ll never fucking work. We’ll just fight, and fuck, and fight...a never ending cycle. God dammit, why do we do this.” 

It wasn’t a question that needed to be answered, because they both already answered it. Love could make people do crazy things, and it most definitely influenced every action between these two. Now that all the unspoken words were out in the open, there was silence. The lake was quiet, peaceful amidst their chaos. Small, exotic fish swam by, causing ripples in the water. Their lives looked so easy to Spencer. He loved the water; he loved the calmness of it, the absolute absence of noise, so to be a fish seemed like heaven.

He wanted to be a fish. He wanted to jump in the water, distract himself.

But Spencer had others way to distract himself, and right now, a distraction is exactly what he needed.

He closed the small space between them with his lips against hers. His hands, rough and calloused from weight training at school, moved under her shirt, touching her familiarly soft skin. “Let’s move on with the cycle now,” he muttered, moving his lips to her neck, leaving small pecks down to her collarbone. 

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Every time she brought up the baby, every time she thought about the baby, it stung. It stung more than words could describe . She was a baby who had lost her own baby far to young, which is exactly why it ruined her and Spencer so quickly.  “Easy?” Amelia sat out harshly. “Nothing, nothing has ever been easy! And that just adds to the multiple reasons why we never worked out ! We’re a mess, “ She cried out. Her chest was aching, her heart was pounding , hands shaking as sat in front of him. Her eyes shut as she listened to his words coming out with a raised voice. She flinched feeling his hands on her shoulders, turning her in to face him. Doing something really stupid? Their entire relationship and everything after it was stupid. Amelia’s eyes opened back up, hers meeting his as she let out a sigh. “Spence,” she whispered raising a hand to his cheek, rubbing her thumb against it. “Is there Spencer?” She paused looking up at him. “Is there love? Is there emotions? “ She felt her eyes widen a bit, “maybe you want? You want what? “ She felt her heart snap as he went on. Did it hurt to fuck the guy who ruined her life and knocked her up? Amelia hated hearing these things, she hated talking to Spencer. Anything shoving their relationship in her face made her sick to her stomach. “Something really, really stupid? Of course it is. But do we have to make sense of it? Do we have to fight over this? I don’t know what you want me to say Spencer. Do you want me to tell you I love you? Of course I fucking love you Spencer. You’re my first love. That won’t change because of a miscarriage and it sure as hell won’t change because we fight and fuck, then fight some more.”

Spencer was a whirlpool of emotions. First, surprise. She cared. So would always care. And then, pain. The baby. She had to bring up the baby. He had never known true pain until he suffered the loss of his child. No teenager should have to go through that. No human should have to go through that. When they both did, and couldn’t tell people they were grieving, their relationship got strained. It shattered. It broke them and changed them and they are lucky to have turned into the people they are now. 

But Amelia didn’t stop at the baby. She babbled, nervously, and said things that resonated. That cut him; that eliminated even her most caring words.

Even though everything she said was true, he couldn’t help but want to argue. To defend himself, the fuckboy, the king of no strings attached. How dare she say he doesn’t want strings. How dare she say there was no emotion. 

But there wasn’t, right? At this point, he had no idea. 

“Disastrous desire?  Jesus Amelia, why can’t this be easy with you, for once? If there isn’t emotion or love or any of that bullshit, that, maybe, I want - why do I feel like this? Why do you keep coming back to fuck me? Doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it hurt fucking the guy who knocked you up and ruined your life? Because it fucking hurts me to sleep with you. But I can’t stop.” He reached out to her and grabbed her shoulders so she looked square at him.“I can’t stop and I’m terrified that we’re doing something really, really stupid, that confuses me and I don’t know how to make sense of it.”

lovers only when people aren't watching

Amelia followed him to the kayaking area, getting the boat ready into the water she followed him into small boat before beginning to paddle it along with him. When they were in the middle of the water, her eyes looked up to find his as he began to talk. A lump in her throat began to form as she listened, her heart feeling an ache in it .

Her eyes widened as he went on, nervous hands pushing back her messy loose waves of hair, her eyes trailed down to look down at her knees which bounced up and down nervously. “Spence-” she sighed looking back up. “Of course I care, I care more than anyone else in the world Spencer Upwood “  Amelia listened as he went on biting her bottom lip nervously. “Well, can’t run off on a boat. I mean, I could jump in the water and try to drowned myself, but that wouldn’t end well for anyone,” Her hair was shoved back quickly into a loose hanging messy bun, eyes searching his face for any bit to tell her that this was all a joke. That he didn’t really care about all of this. She knew him too well though, the look in his eyes, the seriousness in his tone… It said it all. “We didn’t work because we just spiraled out of control. We lost… Ourselves. Our baby– Spencer, I can’t” her voice cracked at the topic. “This time around is different because we don’t want their to be strings, we don’t want there to be emotions and we haven’t had a single actual conversation because all we do is fuck. That’s what is different. There isn’t love in this… It’s just our disastrous desire to feel things and I don’t know… I feel the most when I’m with you…”

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck, fidgeting with a short strand of blond hair. He had known Amelia for so many years, and in so many ways, that moments like this weren’t rare: pressed close together, whispering in secret, arguing under hushed breath. It had taken them a long time to finally talk again, after they broke up, and only recently had they stated fucking again. It was exhilirating, and felt like the dirtiest sex Spencer ever had, but he lived for it. 

So of course he had to fuck it up with what he said in bed. “I shouldn’t have said...what I said. But, ya know,” he looked at her, “maybe I’m not? Because, ya know, we have to talk about this eventually. And I hate emotions as much as the next guy, but we have too much history. Or do you just...not care at all?”

That was Spencer’s biggest fear. The fear that she would stop caring. The fear that he would be just another body. It made him jealous, irritable - it was part of the reason Amelia was so confusing, and why he couldn’t just fuck and dump her like everybody else Spence encountered. 

“Don’t run off this time. Just tell me. Why do you think we never worked? Because this time around, things seem...pretty...different.”

lovers only when people aren't watching

The brunette would’ve been fine just avoiding Spencer for the rest of the trip, never speaking to him again…. The was if she wasn’t paired in the same group as him to do service work. A heavy sigh escaped her lips mid-planting when all she could think about was the blonde kneeling down only five feet away from her. Her hands covered in dirt which was beginning to cover the whole underlayer of her nails, she picked at it nervously trying to get it all out. Her eyes glancing up to meet his only to look away.  When the timer had gone off for it to be water break, she was quick to bolt up. Planting wasn’t her thing and neither was staying in this close of a radius to Spencer without fighting or wanting to have sex with him. It was him or it was the world sometimes. She always had to fight with herself on what she was choosing to think about that day. Today just happened to be a Spencer day; but how could it not be when he had asked her such a stupid thing the day before. Amelia had been turned, water bottle in hand about to drink out of it when she felt a hand tug on hers. She gasped turning quickly at the startle, her body ending up pressed against Spencer’s with how close she had turned. Shivers going down her back, her chest moved in and out heavily as her eyes trailed from the t-shirt he was wearing at her eye level to up at him. Her head nodding, “okay.” Amelia followed him away from the groups, her bottle of water dropping back into the cooler until they were back to where he was taking her. Once they were finally alone she looked up at him, “what do we need to talk about?” She breathed out heavily looking at his eyes trying not to think about anything other than what they had to talk about and not how badly she just wanted him in that very moment. 

“It’s not necessary to replace you, you’re not missed.”

Back at Lansdale, it was inevitable that Amelia and Spencer would run into each other at parties. They each had friend groups that constantly intermixed, so it wasn’t rare that they’d be stuck in the same living room, taking shots or playing truth or dare right across from each other. Everyone knew they once dated, and it was obvious to everyone their relationship was different than normal exes, but their spicy banter was always entertaining. 

He was drunk and surrounded by his bros, taking shots, and talking. They were all talking. Somehow, they got on the topic of their relationship, and everyone got silent.

“You still haven’t replaced me, and you never will,” he smirked, taking a shot. His friends chuckled awkwardly, obviously not wanting to get in the middle of whatever was happening in-between the lines.

“It’s not necessary to replace you,” she said, glaring, “you’re not missed.”

The teens around them “ooooohh’d” and laughed; eyes widened and guys said stuff like “burn” and “shit man, she got you good.” Spencer shook his head, and downed another shot. 

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Spencer hates the rain. Since he loves to surf and swim, he and rain do not mix. It also does something weird to his mood; its bogs him down and he can’t help but feel a little depressed in the darkness of the clouds. 

lovers only when people aren't watching

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Spencer had spectacularly avoided Amelia for an entire day after the incident in the bedroom. Not that they were best friends who talked on a daily basis, but it had been a while since he was dodging out of hallways and turning behind trees so she wouldn’t see him. It was entirely too uncomfortable for him to face any kind of emotions right now, and honestly, the more he thought about them, the more he wanted to get drunk. Sloppily and embarrassingly drunk. 

Of course he should’ve known it was only a matter of time before fate cursed them and put them on a project together. Now, thirty minutes in to planting flowers with Amelia, and a group of kids also assigned to the project, the tension was thick and real. They didn’t speak, but whenever he glanced up, they ended up both quickly glancing away. While other seniors chatted and laughed, Spencer dug into the ground with heavy thoughts. 

After an hour of planting, he was over it. It was hot, he was dirty, and the silent tension between the two was becoming too much for him to handle. All he could think about was the sex, and then the forbidden words, and then the sight of her rushing out of the cabana. All he could focus on was everything he should not be feeling, and how confusing it was. He hated confusing. 

At a water break, he grabbed Amelia’s hand. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, “we need to talk. I can’t take this anymore.”

ill be back around 11pm pst!!! ily everyone xx

“Shut up.”

Spencer leaned against the cabana, bare ass facing Timothy; he was tipsy enough to not mind, but he probably wouldn't’ care if he was sober either. Timothy was undoubtedly attractive, and they had strong hands, so Spencer’s mind naturally wandered. He twitched a little from the pain, but couldn’t help it and smirked.

“Thanks a million for doing this. Hey, if you want, you could join me. I’m totally game for a tanning partner. Nude up, I’ll share my lotion, and we can bond. New friends are so great.”

“Shut up,” they said, shaking their head. Spencer turned, making a pouty face.

“Pweassseeeee.”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

Spencer was determined to be intoxicated during most of this trip, so it was no surprise he was sun bathing, nude, right outside of his cabana. When he saw a familiar Lansdale face walking toward him, he waved. 

“Yo, would you mind rubbing this tanning lotion on my back? I don’t think I got good coverage.”

Tim looked at Spencer up and down, eyebrows raised. “I don’t even know who you are,” they said, and Spencer gasped.

“Seriously? I didn’t know that was possible!  Well, I’m Spencer, this,” he pointed to his dick, “ is little Spencey. We both think it’s nice to meet you. Now, tanning lotion?”

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I once got my dick sucked off by three mouths through a glory hole, in the bar called Glory Hole. It was a momentous occasion. Keys gave me a high-five.