your comfort. ~Quincy~

[Ami Dominik Anderson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc172/damijoandamija/sbg.jpg); padding-left: 50px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 10px;] near to you you and i have something different, and i'm enjoying it, cautiously. i'm battle scarred, i am working oh so hard to get back to who i used to be. he's disappearing, fading, suddenly. i'm so close to being yours, won't you stay with me... please? words || 682 || tag || Quincy <3 || outfit || click Ami mindlessly tapped his pencil on his desk as the teacher droned on and on about history. It was one of the two classes he failed during the school year, thus making him in need of summer school. “Mr. Anderson… If you would please stop tapping.” Ami flushed crimson as all attention turned towards him. He leaned back in his chair and winced as fresh bruises that had bloomed on his back from earlier that day. Some dumb jocks decided it would be fun to pull a Kurt Hummel, season one and plummet him against the lockers, calling him hateful, cruel words. The only downside, Ami wasn’t as strong as that glee character. He ducked his head and frowned as some jocks started laughing. The only reason he was even alive at the moment was because of Quincy. Without him… Ami would have spiraled out of control. Quincy was the reason why Ami was sane, and didn’t do anything far to horribly when the bullying got to out of hand. When the bell rang, Ami gathered his bag and walked out of the classroom over towards his locker. He sighed a soft sigh of relief as he made it to his locker without getting slammed into some locker. He glanced at his phone, it would be about ten minutes before Quincy would arrive to get him. A lot could happen in ten minutes. A. Lot. He really didn’t like that Quincy dropped out of school. Ami didn’t have many people who were willing to stand up for him, or be his friend for that matter. Lucia was out of town visiting the lady she actually considered a mother. He sighed softly as he closed his locker, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He must have zoned out for a minute as he was walking because suddenly he felt a sharp pain as metal of dug into his back as he was pushed into the lockers again. Ami slid down the locker as he stared at the ground. Words like ‘faggot’, ‘pansy’ ‘retard’ brought tears to his eyes, but he knew he couldn’t let those bullies see the pain they caused him. He couldn’t. Ami climbed to his feet after a few minutes of just sitting there, watching people pass him by. Glancing at his phone again, he saw that there were two minutes until Quincy got here to pick him up. He plastered a believable smile and slipped out the door as Quincy pulled up. He glanced around a few times, and bounced over to the car. ”Hey” he pressed a soft kiss onto Quincy’s cheek and buckled up. Ami kept the smile plastered on his face, talking animatedly about his day thus far until Quincy got him to their little apartment and headed back to work. He pressed one last kiss onto Quincy’s lips and said ”I’ll see you later” he grinned and walked up to the stairs and watched as the car disappeared. The minute the car disappeared the smile on Ami’s face fell. He unlocked the door to their apartment and locked the door behind him. They didn’t live in the best neighborhood, and normally Ami didn’t feel real safe alone, but it was only three or four hours that he was alone. He’d managed; he has before. Ami stepped over a pair of pants that were sitting in the hallway; he knelt down and tossed them into the hamper. Ami walked into the bathroom, changed into a pair of sweat pants and pulled up the back of his tank top. His entire back was littered in bruises. He let out a soft whimper as tears filled his eyes. Why did they have to pick on him? He had never done anything to those assholes. Tears fell from Ami’s sad brown eyes as he stared almost longingly at the razor that was propped up in a glass. No… he couldn’t do that. Ami left the bathroom, leaving the temptation to slice open his wrist. He climbed into the bed and curled up into the tiniest ball he could make, and just let the tears fall until he fell into a troubled, restless sleep. notes || lalala poor amibear. He needs to be comforted

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[QUINCY ADAM HANES]

quincy loved his boyfriend more than he could express with words. that's why it was hard for him to be out of school. during the school year and during summer school. he couldn't handle the fact that he couldn't help and protect the other constantly. he knew that the other was picked on relentlessly and it really pissed him off. t almost made him depressed that he could only pick him up in the afternoon and drop him off in the morning. hat wasn't protection in even the slightest. it almost made him want to go back to school because while he looked weak and not the largest, he could stand up for himself and for ami. he couldn't do that from the shop.

this is why living on their own was harder than they had ever anticipated. quincy hadn’t planned on dropping out of school as a junior in high school. he hadn’t planned on having a full time job that would take more time away from his actual life than the essentials. he wanted more time to spend with ami, but if he took any time off of work they would be struggling to eat and pay bills, and he didn’t want to do that again. he’d practically starved for their first few months alone because he refused to let ami go without. he would starve to death before ami went without food for even one meal. he knew that the other boy hated it, but he did it out of love.

quincy was always happy when he got off work, though. he only had a short period of time when he took his break daily to see the other boy. today he looked okay, and he sure hoped so. when he finally got home, he entered quietly because he didn’t really want to startle the other boy. he’d had enough trauma in his life, that much he knew. through the rape and getting kicked out because he liked men. it was depressing, and he wished he could help but he knew he didn't quite understand so helping would be difficult. quincy was determined to make him feel better, though, because even though the other boy had had a smile when he’d gotten out of the car quincy could tell that that he was hurting. he’d known the boy almost six years now, and he couldn’t believe that the other boy didn’t realize that quincy could tell that smile was fake a mile away.

when quincy finally got home, he entered the kitchen. he grabbed a bagel off the counter and bit into it, wandering the house slowly as he looked for ami. it’d been about three hours since he’d last seen him so he didn’t know what he would be doing. when he finally found him in their room. what he saw, though, really upset him. assumingly from the sleep that ami was having, his shirt had risen and quincy could see the bruises that lined his back, both old and new. he swallowed hard. school really took a toll on ami’s mental health, and he hated it. he wondered if ami would be interested in some sort of internet schooling. after a moment, he stripped his work clothes off and washed his hands, crawling into bed beside the smaller boy. “hey... babe.. wake up.” he whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek. he was fuming, but he kept it together for the younger male.