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abyssleaves · 11 months

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CW: mentions of past domestic abuse

(Not Beta'd, so forgive any typos)

It's the damn steaks that get you, in the end.

Not the trip, driving at definitely-not-illegal speeds all the way from Maine, the windows down, tendrils of your own dark hair whipping you in the face. Blaring the music he never let you play, singing along to the lyrics even though he always said your voice was flat. All you felt on the road was a wild kind of exultation, flying, numbness in your limbs as if this were a dream.

(You only stopped at a motel once. Put your backpack down on the single bed, and felt the stillness press in like a vise on your temples. Ten minutes later you were slapping a hundred dollar bill down in front of the bemused check-in lady, and back on the road. You slept at rest stops the rest of the way.)

The trip was fine. Freeing.

It wasn't the reality of the house, either. You shook hands with the realtor in a daze, smiling brightly the way you were taught, barely feeling the keys in your fingers. It takes you another ten minutes to unload the car. A handful of boxes and your backpack is all you brought with you. It's all that could fit in your car.

It's heavy, and you thought maybe you should be tired, but there was nothing but a sense of floating as you carry your few things in. You told yourself it's the weight lifted, the feeling of finally being able to hear yourself think. But all you could seem to think about is practicalities like thank god they left behind furniture, and is that mattress safe to sleep on.

How long until my voicemail is full, and I have some peace?

Unable to settle, even though it's far too late to unpack, you began to wander, pulling out drawers, opening cupboards. You peeked out windows, assessed the property. It's a steal, honestly, especially in this market, and you don't even really need to worry about neighbors. You can see other houses around, bits and bobs peeking through the trees, but there's only one little bungalow visible, with an older model red truck parked outside of it.

It was clean, and there was light around the edges of the heavy blinds, but no movement or sound. Maybe an older person, or older couple, you figured, then. Nobody that should be interested in you, but a relief to have someone close enough to hear it if–...if-…

Maybe it wasn't too late to unpack after all. No time like the present.

The first box you pick was the one with all of your sentimental plushes and knicknacks. The old gameboy color that you used to let Katie play, your merch from Anime Boston, the last anniversary trip. You only got a few things unpacked before you fell asleep right there on the floor, curled up.

Its fine. You were tired.

And now, it's morning, and you're still fine. Really, you do genuinely feel pretty great. A little blank, but that's to be expected after such a radical move.

You should call your mom and tell her you're in Texas.

You don't.

Instead, you go to make coffee and realize there isn't any. Because you didn't pack any. But there is a place nearby, google tells you. That's fine. You can treat yourself. Who’s going to stop you?

You don't think about how much Katie loved going to coffee places. Stop. She's not your responsibility anymore.

But of course she is. That's why you're in Texas, and Ben isn't in jail.

You don't remember getting the coffee. What you remember is sitting in your driveway, sipping it, thinking, huh, that truck is gone.

That's fine. You can introduce yourself later. You should make a Hello Treat first, anyway. That's what Mom would have suggested you do.

Your coffee goes mostly undrank, cooling slowly on the counter, as you throw yourself into unpacking with as much gusto as you can.

That's where things start to go wrong, by your estimation. Because when your stomach rumbles, what seems like an hour or two later, you casually glance at the stove clock and break into autopiloted panic. Oh my god, it's nearly four. Ben likes dinner at five.

You saw a grocery store on the way to the coffee place. That's fine. That's fine. It's a short trip, five minutes at most. You can get something that cooks quickly. You know a handful of dinners by heart at this point, and your exhausted brain busies itself with calculations on sides and cook times, and before you can blink you’re headed down the aisles with a basket on your arm. You pick up enough for simple sides, some spices, some paper plates because whoever furnished your place took all the plates but left a mysteriously insane number of forks.

Steaks. Ben likes red meat. He'll want something special after a move.

When you approach the red meat shelves, there's a man already standing there. He looks lost in thought, and he's standing right in front of the steaks. You wait patiently, the polite way you were taught, but when he finally looks up, he jumps back about a foot. You feel terrible immediately.

“Oh! I'm sorry, um, I was just…” You gesture helplessly to the rows of meat.

“It's fine. Can I grab something for you?” His affect is so flat, you're sure you've annoyed him, and you can’t say you blame him. But playing the “no, really” game would take longer and probably only irritate him more than simply getting what you need and getting out of his hair.

“Yeah.” You drop your eyes to the case, instinctively. “Uh, I was just gonna grab a couple steaks."

Silence.

Reluctantly, you look up. He's watching you, stonefaced. He looks like he’s waiting for something. You look at him blankly, and he seems to bite back a little sigh before he asks, if possibly even flatter, “What kind?”

Oh.

“Oh, my god, I'm so sorry.” You give a nervous chuckle that borders on manic, put a hand to your temple. It's almost four-fifteen now. You point to a few of the ones directly in front of him, where you can't reach. “Uh, those please.”

He grabs the three you point to and hands them over, waiting with each in his hand as you load your basket. Feeling a little guilty, you do your best to give him the warmest smile you can, feeling guilty at having been such a bother. “Thank you so much.”

He looks a little…surprised, maybe? In any case, his eyes are wide behind his vintage glasses, and he holds on a second too long to the last steak, so that you have to half pull it from his grip.

“Uh…no problem. Have a nice day.” His voice is a little friendlier, and he even gives you a faint lifting of his mouth. It could almost pass for a smile.

You feel forgiven, and beam back brightly. “You, too!”

You don't look back as you hurry away.

As you rush through self-checkout, some of that brightness dims as you feel the familiar dread. You hope none of Ben’s friends saw you smile at the guy like that. Especially since Ben knows well enough your weakness for green eyes.

Cooking passes in a blur of muscle memory, so that's not really the sticking point either. Oil in pan, steaks in, sear, add the butter and herbs, baste it. The sides both go in the oven, so that's all on the timer.

You get everything laid out as nicely as you can on three paper plates–two whole steaks for each of the adults, and a carefully trimmed set of slices for Katie. She hates all the fat.

Not that it matters.

Because she's never going to eat this steak.

Because she's in Maine. Because you had to flee her father in the dead of night while he worked a late shift. Because now all you have to your name is a couple boxes of necessary documents and cherished memorabilia. And a storage facility full of every scrap of your art equipment that you could slowly squirrel away, but couldn't afford to ship down after buying your new house. A bare mattress with your childhood blanket and no pillow because you haven't bought sheets yet. You had to leave your vintage dresses and leather jacket behind. You couldn't save the cameras, either. And Katie…

You haven't slept properly, changed clothes, or showered in days.

You’re free.

And you just wasted money on food you didn’t have to cook, for two people you'll never cook for again.

A car door slams in the silence.

Your vision is blurry when you try to look out the window, and you hurriedly wipe the shoulder of your shirt across your eyes, sniffling.

The red truck is back. You move over to the window to have a closer look, because it's better to be nosy about the neighbors right now than look at the plates of food you made for a husband that was never much of a husband, and a stepdaughter that isn't a stepdaughter anymore.

…

No.

No way.

You've got to be kidding me, is your first thought when around the hood of the truck comes the blond man from the meat department. He ducks to look into his mailbox.

Without even thinking you wrench your door open and stick your head out. “Hey!”

He jerks his head up from his mailbox, and you think in passing, twice in one day, he's going to think you're a psycho. He looks genuinely shocked to see you, as shocked as you were a few minutes ago.

Oh, well. Too late now. “Do you want some food?” You bellow across the lawns to him, and his face crinkles a little in confusion.

After a moment he calls back uncertainly, and much quieter than you, “. . . …Sure?”

Relief and a little happiness stir in your chest. It's been a long and lonely couple of days. “Just a sec!” You call back, and duck into the kitchen. Swiftly, you pile the second whole steak and as much of the sides from the extra two plates as you can fit. You end up needing to stack a couple plates to give it stability. It looks a little ludicrous, but what else are you going to do with it all? At least he'll know where my extra padding comes from.

(If you give your messy bun a couple of ineffectual pats, too, well, nobody needs to know but you.)

You're half-prepared to encounter the disappointment of an empty yard, given that a disheveled woman who scared him at the grocery store just yodeled at him out of nowhere, but he's waiting patiently by his mailbox, fidgeting a little with the envelopes. He looks up as you approach, and his eyes widen at the mountain of food you present to him with a smile.

“Oh, whoa,” he says. “I thought y’ meant like some cookies or something.”

“Oh… yeah, I was planning to do that later. That would be more normal.” You laugh a little, and both of you look down at the plate of food. “Um, sorry there's no clingfilm. I don't have any of that stuff yet.”

“Aw, that's alright.” For a moment you're too distracted by his drawl to notice that his eyes aren't on you anymore. They've drifted over your shoulder, and he squints as if looking for something. You follow his gaze, but all you see is the curtainless window showing your silent, still kitchen. “Your family not like the steaks or somethin’?”

“It's just me actually.”

The sentence is surprisingly steady at the start, but once you hear yourself say it, the end of the last word wobbles just a bit.

“Oh.” He looks back at you, eyebrows raising. “But you bought three of ‘em.”

“Yeah, um…” It takes you a minute to swallow the throat lump making all those funny shudders in your voice. He must hear them too, because his brow furrows as he peers more closely at you. He looks faintly concerned. “I guess I'm still used to cooking for more.”

There's a brief pause. He clearly has questions, but seems unable to figure out how to voice them. The green eyes you noticed at the store are boring into you like he wants to read the answers on your forehead.

You stick out your hand. “I'm Elizabeth–...Uh, Bess, to most people.” Bess is a cow’s name, Ben sneers in your head. But right now, competing with blond scruff and a slow, rolling accent, he's easy to ignore.

It takes your neighbor a second to shuffle the plate to one hand, but he gives your hand a firm shake with a callused grip. As with the steaks at the store, it seems to take him a moment to let you go. “Jacob,” he says, and gives you his first proper, if small, smile.

“Jacob,” You say, smiling happily, and watch his own smile widen to match yours. His face looks a little pink in the dark. “I guess we’re neighbors now.”

“Huh, guess so.” He glances at the house again, then back to you. “You let me know if you need anythin’, ok?”

You blink a little at this, after all the trouble you've been to him today, but you're not going to argue. It must be a southern thing. “Ok...I will. Thanks! I really appreciate…all this, today.” You gesture at the steak plate. “I better go eat my own before it gets cold.”

His smile dims slightly. “Sure,” he says, tone flat as ever. “See you around, Bess.”

You both linger a second longer. This is the most pleasant interaction you've had with a person in a long time, and you're surprised to find yourself not wanting to walk away. “Bye, Jacob.”

It takes a lot longer than you expect, as you make your way across to your own house, to hear his door shut.

In your silent kitchen, some of the bubble of happiness begins to leach away. You wish you'd thought to invite him to eat with you. But then, paradoxically, you feel a sudden intense guilt at the thought. You were living with your husband less than a week ago. And a voice that sounds a lot like Ben’s adds in a hiss, You’re a complete wreck.

You put your steak plate in the fridge and walk slowly over to the boxes, digging out your blanket.

Looking out your bedroom window, you can see the faint glow of Jacob’s lights in his windows. The hollowness of the silence refuses to go away, but you don't feel the same kind of flying numbness that you felt this morning. You're not running and alone now. You have a house, even if it's half-empty, and you have what might become at the very least a friend.

That's fine. It'll be fine.

( @carnivorekitty, I only saw a definite yes to fanART in your FAQ. If this isn't ok, let me know and I'll take it down!)

#I paused work on my own novel to write this bc the brainrot is that bad #jacob alden #i am so down bad #lurking for love #lfl visual novel #lfl game #Jacob pls come kidnap me I promise I won't tell about the murders #this demo completely consumed me #I had to write my MC meeting Jacob #This counts as therapy right? I'm calling it #bess chambers

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lonestarbattleship · 8 months

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"Final agreements dead ahead for Battleship Texas at Pier 21" in Galveston, Texas

"Landry’s Inc. and the Battleship Texas Foundation are closing in on an agreement to moor the historic ship at Pier 21, officials said Thursday.

The foundation also is about 60 days away from finalizing an agreement with Port of Galveston officials to keep the USS Texas at the pier, Tony Gregory, president/CEO of the foundation, said. The $35 million project to restore the 110-year-old Navy battleship started Sept. 3, 2022, at Gulf Copper Dry Dock & Rig Repair, 2920 Todd Road.

'We have a preliminary agreement with Landry’s,' Gregory said. 'The next step is a lease with the port.'

The Port of Galveston’s governing board Tuesday thought there would be a lease agreement to sign with the foundation, but deferred the item during its regular meeting that day because it hadn’t been finalized.

The most likely destination for the ship is Pier 21, which is adjacent to Landry’s properties such as the Harbor House Hotel and Willie G’s Seafood & Steaks, 2100 Harborside Drive.

Landry’s representatives didn’t respond to a request for comment Thursday.

Agreements with both parties could be finalized in 60 days, Gregory said.

The foundation would be financially responsible for maintaining the ship, Gregory said. The foundation mostly relies on donations, Gregory said. Gregory couldn’t talk about how much it costs to operate the ship, he said.

The city supports adding the battleship to its portfolio of attractions, said Mayor Craig Brown, who also serves on the Wharves Board of Trustees, which governs the port.

'But there are many details to work out before the foundation makes any final decisions,' Brown said.

There’s about a 90 percent chance the floating museum will be moored in Galveston, it’s just a matter of where, Gregory said."

#Battleship Texas #Update #USS Texas (BB-35)#USS Texas #New York Class #Dreadnought #Battleship #Warship #Ship #news article #August #2023 #Galveston #Texas #my post

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meroaw · 1 year

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Texas Road House anon here- Uhm it’s a really good restaurant and there bread RILLS ARE SO GOOD ARARARARARRRARARAHAHAGDTSJDJDBVSGXHDJE YUM ASK ANY AMERICAN TEXAS ROAD HOUSE ROLLS ARE AMAZING BUT UHM UH UH THERE LIKE REALLY LOUD USUAALLY FYI

all good mwuahaha im keen to try it!!!

also thinking i should try outback steak house as its a us chain, not australian. at least ive never had one of those deep fried onions

#meroaw asks #asks

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virgin-martyr · 10 months

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As Lisa Bramen points out, food has a way of capturing the imagination. By extension, one thing that the male characters in Poltergeist, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Psycho share in common is the figure of the radical environmentalist. If there is a tension between the production of food and environmental conservation in the films in this article, then the figures of Steven Freeling, Leatherface, and Norman Bates work to police the boundaries between industrialization and the heartland of America. Freeling’s disgust with the planned community of Cuesta Verde at the end of Poltergeist is matched by the intensity with which Leatherface responds to intruders and trespassers on his plot of Texas countryside. The same can be said for Norman Bates, who lives quite peacefully in his gothic home on a road forgotten by the California freeway system. Those who intrude upon his quaint motel are executed with extreme prejudice. In short, the concept of food in each of the three films is entwined with a sense of frontier justice directed toward the preservation of the American countryside and a way of life that is coded as imperiled by the encroachment of industrial development, housing, and the freeway system. Contrary to the phrase “let them eat cake,” the figure of the radical environmentalist illuminates the cultural function of the concept of food, the struggle for social equality, and the sociopolitical and economic conditions of the modern family horror film cycle.

Hans Staats, excerpt from "Let Them Eat Steak: Food and the Family Horror Film Cycle," What's Eating You?: Food and Horror on Screen

#hans staats #let them eat steak #horror theory #food and horror

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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Mother Has Fallen:

Tag: @oceansrose2002 @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

An: This happens right after Blinky’s mom shows up. Sorry the story is so disjointed, I honestly feel like this is how Blinky would tell their story. Just random memories in no particular order. Once I’m finished with backstory it will be more straight forward lol.

CW: Smut and harsh language (D Slur)

Macy’s POV:

I wasted no time getting on my bike. Blinky’s voice sounded tired and exasperated over the phone. It pained my heart to hear, and I couldn’t stand to watch idly by if my partner was in trouble. I forwent laws, driving as fast as my bike could go. I had quick reflexes and not many people were on the road at this time. When I finally made it to our spot, I barely had time to park before I was rushing over to them.

They somehow looked even smaller in the oversized hoodie they were wearing. And even in the dark I could see some tear stains on their face. They finally looked up at me, and smiled, but it didn’t come close to reaching their eyes. It was a pity smile.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” I said.

Engulfing them into a hug.

“Hey, I’m here, what happened?”

They shook their head, their curls falling into the face. This was one of the few times I saw them with their hair down. They never really let it be entirely natural before. I kicked myself for thinking it looked nice at a time like this. And quickly pushed the thought from my mind.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Where do you want to go?”

“Yours.” They said simply.

I froze. There was no possible way I could take them home. It would be like throwing a steak into the lions den. I couldn’t do that to them.

“Blinky, my family-“

“I don’t care. I want to be with you right now. Only you, I don’t care about anything else.” They said desperately.

I sighed, bringing them tighter into the hug if that was even possible. It looked like they were about to cry again and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I pulled them back, leaning down and holding their face in my hands.

“Just, stay beside me ok?”

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” They said flatly.

I turned to grab things from my bike satchel. I handed them a helmet and they looked confused.

“I got it custom made for you. Your hair should fit.”

They smiled up at me, more akin to their usual one, but no where near as heart stopping. I watched as they put their helmet on, and was relived to know it fit well. I helped them onto my bike and didn’t say anything else until we made the long drive home. I knew they appreciated the silence. It wasn’t awkward for them, but my head was spiralling. What the fuck could have happened?

It was quite late when I picked them up, but the sun was dawning on the horizon now. Peaking its head through the clouds, which I was thankful for. It seemed no matter the season, Texas always managed to have uncomfortably humid weather. Despite this, I could feel Blinky shivering in front of me. I tried to move my body even closer to help warm them up. But I’ve wasn’t sure the shivering was entirely due to wind chill. It was about midday when I finally made it home.

I helped them off my bike, their legs wobbling slightly.

“I’m good, I’m fine.” They said, like it was an automatic response.

“I don’t care, I’m carrying you inside.” I said firmly.

I wouldn’t let them fight me on this. Whatever reaction their body was having to their distress, didn’t look good on her. She almost looked like a scared child. Of course, their size didn’t help. It never did. I put our helmets on the handles of my bike and scooped them up. Not without some grumbling from them which made me laugh a little. They said something about it being “unfair.”

I knew the house would be busy right now, so I tried to think of the quickest path to my room. But luck was not on my side today. As I pushed open the front door, I was immediately greeted by the smell of Luda cooking. If there was one thing that woman was good at, it was making food. She must have heard the front door open.

“Macy, is that you?”

“Yeah Ma, it’s me.” I grumble shouted.

“Come here, I need your help reaching something.”

I sighed, looking down at Blinky in my arms. Somehow they seemed more relaxed, they lazily nodded toward the kitchen where they heard Luda speak. I carried them into the kitchen, setting them down on the dinner table.

“What do you need?” I asked.

She finally looked away from the pot she was stirring and her eyes locked in on Blinky.

“Who’s this?” She asked.

At least she was attempting to be in a polite mood today.

“A friend, Ma what do you need?” I asked again.

Trying my best to draw attention back to myself.

“I need the pasta off the top shelf, your brother put away the groceries.”

Normally I’d laugh, but I wasn’t really in the mood. I quickly made my way over to the cabinet and grabbed it down for her.

“Anything else?”

“You’re moody today.” She commented.

I rolled my eyes.

“Introduce me to your friend.” It wasn’t a request and I understood that.

“Ma, this is Blinky, Blinky this is my mother Luda Mae.”

Blinky sent a polite wave. I could tell they were exhausted. They looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Which wasn’t far off from how they normally looked. But I was more concerned than usual.

“That’s an odd name? You’re parents named you that?”

I groaned. Already with the insults.

“No ma’am, my sister named me.”

There voice came out small, but it was by no means nervous.

“Your sister a crack baby?”

My eyes widened, I turned to look at Blinky but they didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. Still lazily kicking their legs back and forth, a stim they did a lot. It was the quickest way to calm them down, get their feet off the floor.

“You got a problem with people suffering from addictions Miss Luda Mae?” Blinky asked.

They never faltered in eye contact, staring my mother down. Something few people dared to do and live. I started to get nervous, but I was also curious. Who wouldn’t be, I’ve never seen Blink behave like this before. Other than that one time a man tried to grab my ass, and she practically growled at him.

My mother squared her shoulders, but kept up her polite host persona. But I could tell it was quickly cracking. But I’d be able to get Blinky out of here if I needed to step in. Perhaps they would be offend if I did. I knew they could handle themself, but it was natural instinct to be protective.

“I guess not. Got any other siblings?” My mother went back to stirring her stew.

I knew what she was cooking. I could smell the blood in the basement from here. Tommy was probably very busy right now, which sucked cause he was the only person here I actually wanted Blinky to meet. And I knew he’d be comfortable with it, I’d been talking about Blinky since the first day I came home. Trying my best to retell their kooky stories as well as they could. Thomas was always begging to hear more of our biweekly meetings. Kept entirely secret from anyone else.

“Three, I think… my family doesn’t really define those relations.” Blinky shrugged.

Luda squinted her eyes.

“I know Macy’s got Tommy.” Blinky added.

My mother tensed, turning her attention back to my girlfriend. Mama was always overprotective of Thomas. Which I was genuinely thankful for. I knew she at least had his back when the others ganged up on him.

“What do you know about my boy Thomas?”

Oh no, this wasn’t good. I was going to step in but Blinky beat me to it.

“I know that he’s a lovely boy, who loves his Mama.”

Blinky smiled politely, but with a vastly different look in their eyes. They were testing my mother back. Luda huffed.

“You staying for dinner?”

“That’s entirely up to your daughter Ma’am”

“We’ll be in my room Ma.”

Luda hummed in distaste. I quickly took Blinky’s hand and tried to drag them up stairs. But as fate would have it, Hoyt and Monty were home.

“What are we kidnapping children now?” Hoyt commented.

I groaned, roughly planting my foot on the ground and stopping our momentum. Naturally Blinky turned to see who was talking. But as promised, they remained at my side. Hoyt stood up from his chair, ignoring the screen. He was still dressed in his work clothes, which I was sure Blinky took note of. They didn’t exactly have much trust in cops, but I didn’t really blame them. I’m sure Hoyt would have been itching for his trigger if his gun was in his holster right now. I growled under my breath.

“This where you been?” He asked me, ignoring Blinky entirely.

“The fuck do you care?”

“You’re staying in my house.” He challenged.

Blinky squeezed my hand slightly, a silent gesture of comfort.

“And we’re just about to go to MY room. We ain’t gonna bother ya.” My accent got thicker when I was upset.

I knew I didn’t have the best education growing up, but I tried to sound smarter in front of Blinky. Not that they asked me to, or ever made me feel I had to. I just wanted to be better for them. I even read on of their favourite books that they had gifted me last visit. I wasn’t finished by I was damn close. I’d certainly have a lot of questions, but I knew she’d have answers and I was looking forward to it.

“Taking girls to your room again?” Uncle monty asked, but his tone was disgusting.

I rolled my eyes. I had just about enough of this.

“Yes Monty, I’m taking my GIRLFRIEND to my room, if you have a problem with that, shove it up your ass old man!”

“What, couldn’t find a man so you moved onto teenagers?” Hoyt scoffed.

“I’m an adult thank you very much.” Blinky said, their voice flat once more.

But I could tell they were upset, with the way their hand trembled slightly in mine. I thought for a moment they were scared, but I was very very wrong.

“Whatever Dykes, you disgust me girl.” Hoyt got up in my face.

I was going to defend myself, but I didn’t want to start something in front of Blinky. If this got physical, they could get hurt. What I wasn’t expecting was for Blinky to drop my hand and step to him.

“Call her that… one more time…” she said lowly.

Hoyt let out a cackle.

“And what are you gonna do about it? Runt? I called my niece a Dyke cause that’s what she is, fifthly woman loving queer.” He leaned down, getting in their face.

Blinky pulled him down by his collar.

“I am going to cut off your dick, and shove it so far down your throat, you’ll choke. Maybe if you get a dick in you, you’ll find out being gay ain’t all the bad. Looks like you haven’t been fucked in a while you walking old corpse.”

Then they let him go. Stepping back and struggling themselves out. I stood there completely stunned.

“He homophobic to me all you want, call my girlfriend a slur again, you’ll wake up with a knife in your tiny, none existent heart. ffycin dyn rhyfedd.”

They never once raised their voice, keeping it calm and monotone. Even their Welsh hadn’t sounded that different, just sounding a little more natural in their mouth. They told me on our third date that they weren’t so good at English, but I had to politely disagree. Their English was better than mine half the time. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, as I watched Hoyt try to decide if he would call their bluff or not. He simply scoffed and walked away. I was quick to lead them to my room and close the door.

“I’m sorry about them.”

“Don’t. Don’t apologise for their behaviour. It has nothing to do with you.”

I frowned, we’re they upset with me now? Maybe I should have defended them against my mother. The sighed, rubbing their face on their sleeve.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Im just-“ they let out an annoyed grunt.

“Why are people like this?” They sighed.

“I don’t know Blink.” I shrugged, pulling them into my lap as I sat on my bed.

Apparently this was the wrong move, well, not wrong, I certainly wasn’t complaining about what they did next. I blinked as they pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I laughed as I pulled away.

“What was that?”

“Wanna make them really angry?” They asked.

A sparkle coming back to their eyes. How could I say no to a face like that. They turned around on my lap, straddling one of my thighs and putting their arms around my neck to pull me in for another kiss. I hadn’t even expected them to want to be touched right now, let alone this. Sometimes touch overwhelmed them, and I respected that. We’d never really gotten farther than kissing. Which was nothing like my previous relationships.

Most of them started out as friends with benefits, and never progressed past that. Expect for the last one, but I shouldn’t be thinking about her right now. Not when Blinky was on top of me. I leaned back on the bed a bit, propping myself up on the bed and leaning away from the kiss. Blinky looked at me confused.

“Blink, you’re upset, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.”

I wanted to do things right with her. I really really liked her, and I was afraid to scare her off. This was probably the longest I’d ever held back in a relationship before. But they were also younger, not by much. But they probably didn’t have much experience. I wanted to take things slow.

“What does that have to do with anything.”

“I’m just saying, maybe you aren’t thinking with a clear head is all.”

They removed their hands from around my neck, and crossed them over my chest.

“Macy.”

“Yea?” They has my full attention, it wasn’t like there was much competition.

“I’m literally throwing myself at you right now. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your pent up frustration. And I’m supposed to be the socially oblivious one here.” They chuckled slightly.

“You were crying a few hours ago.”

“And now, I want to fuck you. You in, or not?”

If this is what they were like when they were angry, then this could be fun. That seemed like pretty clear consent to me, so I pulled them in for another kiss, this one sloppier than the last. I was still holding back, not wanting to hurt them. Not unless they asked me to of course. They giggled into the kiss, much more like them normal self now. I was a little surprised when they bit at my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood.

“Oops” they said, bringing their finger to their lip and licking the blood off of it.

It was in that moment that I couldn’t even think about earlier anymore. I didn’t give a damn that anyone was in this god forsaken house. My pupils were probably blown wide by now. I stared at them hungrily. God they were so hot right now. I wrapped my hand around their waist, which covered most of their back. They kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, just licking the rest of the blood of my own lip. They then kissed near my jaw.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you yeah?”

They kissed the crook of my neck. I let out a little laugh, breaking out of my trance.

“If you hurt me?” I mused.

“Mmmhmm” the mumbled, sucking down on my neck like their life depended on it.

I certainly didn’t expect them to be this excited about it. Or feel this good. Maybe patience was a virtue. Or whatever the fuck the phrase was. The stoped attacking my neck to go to the other side, reaching to unbutton my shirt. Normally I’d take the lead, but I was curious to see how far they’re go before they got shy. I stabled us with my other hand still on the bed.

“Careful Bumble Bee, you really sure you want to do this?” I asked one more time, just to be completely certain they wanted this.

They stopped sucking on my neck and pulled back to look at me.

“Macy, will you just shut the fuck up? Or do I have to do it for you?”

I raised a brow at them, daring to open my mouth. They quickly pulled away, and I watched as they managed to skilfully remove their sports bra out form under their shirt. The crawled back over to me, and before I could get a word out they shoved it in my mouth. They smiled wildly.

“Better. You don’t normally talk this much.”

With a surprising amount of force they pushed me down onto the bed. Of course I wasn’t going to stop them. They crawled on top of me, sitting down on my waist. And made quick work of rooming my shirt. They placed open mouth kisses slowly down my chest, I mumbled something into the make shift gag, and they rolled their eyes, taking it out of my mouth.

“What was that?”

“Have you ever been with a girl before?”

“I’m sure I can figure it out.” They smiled smugly.

I didn’t even give them a chance to put the gag in themselves, grabbing it and shoving it back into my mouth. If this is how they wanted to play it, fine, let’s play. Maybe this would be a good way for them to release whatever stress they were under. Whatever made them run away from home. And I wanted nothing more than to provide that outlet for them. I helped her out by undoing my bra and letting it fall. I watched their eyes darken.

“I swear to Satan, Macy you were sculpted by Aphrodite herself.” They said lowly.

They seemed hesitant for a second, so I guided their hands to my breast. They slowly began to need at it, closing their eyes at the feeling. They looked blissful in this moment and it was turning me on. They leaned down and began attacking my other breast like they had my neck. Shamelessly leaving hickeys all over my body. Which I would wear proudly. They splayed their other hand over my stomach to stabilise themselves. I leaned my head back. Enjoying the feeling. It wasn’t often I was in this role, so I figured I’d enjoy it.

My hands slowly made my way to their shirt, asking them to take it off. Which I was happy to help them with. They didn’t have much there, but I never cared about any of that. Big breast, little breast, they were all the same to me. I reached up to touch them, but they smacked my hand away. Detaching their tongue from my nipple and looking down at me displeased.

“If they’re going to distract you I’ll put my shirt back on.” They warned.

God, why were they being so mean? I wasn’t the one that pissed them off, so why take it out on me? They pinched my nipple, rolling it between their thumb.

“You gonna get distracted Macy?”

I shook my head no.

“Good girl.”

God what where they doing to me right now? This had to be a dream. There was no way this was actually happening. The crawled off me and I let out a whine at the lack of content.

“Poor you, you still have your shoes on. Let me help you.”

They unzipped my boots, taking them off my feet while keeping eye contact. How were they so good at this. Nobody had ever made me squirm in anticipation before. They took their time, feeling up my legs and reaching for my zipper. It was odd how they still asked for permission, despite being so clearly dominate right now. But they paused, retracting their hand.

“Think you can help me out a little?” They asked seductively.

Fuck, I hadn’t shaved. But I honestly didn’t think that mattered at all right now. I doubt something like that would stop them from this little quest they were on. I quickly kicked of my pants, throwing them somewhere in my room. Leaving me in only my panties, and then just topless.

“Look at you, listening so intently. You really wanted this didn’t you fy nghariad”

I recognised that word, they used it often. Told me it meant “my love” a tears of endearment they had settled on for me. I nodded excitedly.

“Now if you’re good, we can remove that gag. Don’t you want your family to hear how good I’m making you feel? You gonna be good for me and let me please you Macy?”

The reached over to remove the object.

“Yes.” I said simply, honestly.

I couldn’t think to say much else right now honestly. I’m was completely in awe. She kissed me quick. Smiling into it. She softly ran her fingers along my bare legs, making me shiver as they were so much colder than my skin.

“Your hands are cold.” I muttered.

“I’m sorry darling, maybe you could help me warm them up.”

The sorry seemed sincere, but the rest do the sentence negated that with how suggestive it sounded. I leaned up on my elbows, grabbing their hand and slowly leading it to my mouth. I licked up their fingers before slowly popping two of them into my mouth. They never once dared to break eye contact. They ran their other hand up and down my body, pawing at my breast again. Trying to use the friction to heat them up.

I moaned around their fingers when they started playing with my nipple again.

“You like that?”

I moaned once more to tell them they were going in the right direction. But I honestly couldn’t take it anymore, I had waited so long for this. And they weren’t moving fast enough for me. But I didn’t want to discourage them. They’d never done this after all, but they were doing so well so far. I rubbed my thighs together, to try and ease the pressure building down there. Which didn’t go unnoticed by them.

“Somebodies impatient.”

I removed their fingers from my mouth with a loud pop.

“And somebodies being cruel. I like it” I said, pulling her in for a kiss.

They slid their hands down my thigh. Pushing them apart which I happily obliged. I’ve never been this wet before, but I didn’t have the mind to be embarrassed about it. Why should I? I had my hot partner trying their best to please me right now. There was nothing embarrassing about that. This is where they seemed to pause again, but this time not as part of the scene. I gently guided their hands to my core.

“Small circles like this.” I instructed.

They didn’t take offence to my helping, taking the suggestion with stride. Their hands were nibble and their fingers flexible. They played with my pussy like someone trying to beat the boss battle of a video game. At this rate I didn’t think I could hold back. I’d never come this quick before, but I couldn’t help it. They just felt so good.

“Yeah, just like that baby. You’re doing so good.” I praised.

Easily slipping back into my normal headspace. The praise seemed to spur them on with new vigour.

“Can I taste you?” They asked.

It sounded so sweet and innocent. The complete opposite of how their hands were using my body right now.

“Go ahead Bumble Bee, I’m all yours.”

They brought their hand up to their mouth, licking my slick off their fingers and whining slightly. I wanted to take them right then and there, but I remind patient. Reminding myself I was letting them take the lead for our first time. Sure it wasn’t the most romantic moment, but fuck that if it felt this good. They had licked their hand completely clean, and they seemed to want more.

Because before I could even Blinky, their head was between my legs. I couldn’t even look at them anymore, throwing my head back and giving into the feeling. The licked my slit hungrily. Devouring me as if they had done it a thousand times before. I couldn’t stop the moans i let out, and I didn’t want to. Fuck it if they heard. They weren’t the ones getting their world rocked right now.

“Oh fuck, Blinky.” I moaned.

They pulled back for a moment.

“Want me to keep going.”

“If you stop now, I swear I’m going to make it ten times worse for you.” I warned.

They didn’t need to be told twice, adjusting their position, and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I helped of course, my body weight being nearly twice theirs. I didn’t know how much time had passed, all I knew was that I was getting dangerously close. I tense my legs, desperately trying not to crush their head. But they didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. Adding their fingers back in and flicking my clit in rhythm with their tongue.

“Shit Blinky I’m gonna-“

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before they experimentally skipped a finger in. I threw my head back, letting out a loud moan as my body shook. My orgasm crashing through me violently. They pulled their mouth back, but kept going with their fingers, slipping another one inside of me. They waited for me to stop shaking, before they wiped off my cum from their mouth with the back of my hand.

“You sound pretty like that.” They commented.

Looking down at me. I smiled lazily up at them.

“You’re surprisingly good.”

Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say at the moment. But I knew Blinky. They wouldn’t be upset by my words.

“Yeah? They asked, brushing a strand of their hair behind their ear.

I couldn’t take it anymore, caging them in on the bed, as I switched out positions.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this.”

“I have some idea.” They smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Aren’t you sassy today? First you challenge Luda, then you threaten Hoyt. We’re you serious about that by the way?” I asked.

“Dead.” They said, staring right into my eyes to prove their point. “People like him disgust me.”

I never knew there was this dark side to them, perhaps they hid it because they were scared. And maybe the should be, this was dangerous. I didn’t think it possible to be more attracted to them. But the thought of them hurting Hoyt for me, had me wanting to cum all over again.

“Sorry if that’s intense.”

“Oh you’re going to be sorry for something else in minute. That was very rude of you to slap my hands away earlier.” I teased.

They frowned, and I thought for a second maybe I took it to far.

“I’ve never had anyone touch me before.” They admitted.

I was surprised. They seemed to at least have some experience.

“I’m really good at giving though.”

“I’ll say, you know, I’ve never cum that fast before.” I smiled.

“Never?”

“Not even close.”

They seemed to get lost in thought for a second. And I wished I could pick their brain. Of course I was still worried about them. But hormones were running high right now and my brain was foggy.

“I could make you feel good, I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Blinky, relationships are give and take.” I started.

“I was going to say you don’t have to be gentle. I can take it.”

Those were bold words. But for now, I would keep that promise I made. I didn’t want to ruin them. But it seemed unfair that I had to bare their mark, and they wouldn’t have mine. I wanted everyone to know they were mine. I lifted their chin with my finger.

“Remember when you told me to shut up earlier?” They nodded. “Let me do this for you. You get uncomfortable for even a second, you tell me to stop ok?”

“Ok”

It was the same ok they always gave when they fully understood something. I pulled them into a kiss, still trying to go fairly slow with things. But the fuzziness in my head was trying to get me to skip straight to the main course. But I couldn’t do that. Your first time could hurt if you weren’t careful. Most people learned that the hard way, and got turned off from the idea of sex all together.

As I kissed down their neck, they giggled slightly. A far cry from their earlier behaviour. But perhaps they had gotten it all out of their system. Taking out their anger on me, so sweetly.

“That tickles.” They laughed.

“Yeah?” I said, smiling into their neck.

It was cute how easily they became submissive. Even their little show of dominance earlier had been more akin to a sub trying to please their partner. I rubbed my nose into the spot where the skin met their collar bones, licking down on them after and watching them shiver at my touch. Even if we stopped right now, this was more than enough. They looked so cute right now, trying to squirm away from my touch.

They never mentioned it directly, but I was smart enough to pick up on things. I could tell they had sensory issues at least, and were a little awkward with communication. So I wasn’t going to take the chance and let their body language decide my actions. Verbal confirmation was better. Plus, if they could talk, I could check in to make sure they were really ok.

“You want me to keep going?”

They nodded.

“Use your words Bumble Bee.”

“Yes please.”

I had to fight back a smile at how cute they were right now. Oh Lord, I felt almost dizzy from it. I gently cupped my hand around their left breast, engulfing the whole thing with my hand. They blushed slightly. I slowly began needing them.

“Does that feel good darling?”

“So good” they stuttered out. “Dont stop.”

I could feel their heart hammering in their chest, at just a light touch. While they had quite a similar effect on me, it wasn’t nearly this bad. I didn’t know the situation, but that didn’t matter. How could you dare to touch this beautiful creature without caring for their pleasure. It was obscene and I was disgusted.

I moved my knee between their leg. A natural habit I guess. They let out a soft hiss, and I paused.

“No no, keep going. I’m good. I’m really good Macy.”

This time I didn’t bite back my smirk. I decided to try something. Switching out positions suddenly. They let out a quick yelp, but but down on their tongue.

“Sorry.” I chuckled, “forgot my strength.”

They couldn’t even respond. Just looking up at me in adoration. I moved them so they were facing me, straddling my thigh again. They looked confused. I knew they would need sleep tonight, and the easier way to ensure that was to get them tired out. Make them work for it. Sure, maybe my sadistic tendencies were skewing my decision a little. But it was so delicious to watch them squirm.

“I want you to grind down on my thigh.” I instructed.

When they still looked a little confused, I helped them out, placing my hands on their hips and helping them move them a little. They hit down further on their lip, throwing their head back a little.

“That feel good bunny?”

Another nod.

“Words.” I reminded.

“It feels so good Macy.”

They way they said my name made my heart jump a little. Their noises were small, but they were positively adorable.

“Then use my thigh pretty girl. I’m all yours.” I encouraged.

I kept my hands on their back, keeping them from falling off of me. But I couldn’t pay much attention to anything else with their perfect titties in my face. I couldn’t take it anymore and I hungrily sucked at their nipple. They continued grinding down on my thigh, mewling the whole time. I swore to god is someone dared open that door right now, there would be blood and lots of it. Nobody was allowed to see them like this, nobody but me. No matter how much I wanted Hoyt to eat his words from earlier.

“That’s it’s gorgeous, just like that. Let me make you feel so good.” I said, before moving onto their other breast.

I was carful with my word choice, gaging their body language to make sure I wasn’t saying the wrong thing. I knew they weren’t entirely comfortable with their body. But it seemed if I switched evenly between neutral and feminine terms they were just fine with it.

“Who’s making you feel this good.” I asked.

“You are.” They answered breathlessly.

“That’s right, and is anyone else allowed to touch you?”

“N-no.” They stuttered out.

Their breath was getting quicker and I could tell they were getting close. I wanted to see how soaked they could get those leggings they were wearing. I would get them some of my clothes after. Of course they would be huge on them, but I didn’t care. The sight of Blinky in my clothes was a sight I would never want to forget. That, and the look on her face right now. I could feel the tension slowly easing from their body.

“Macy, I can’t, it’s too much.” They said.

They scrunched their face up like they did when they were getting overstimulated. I felt bad, even if it was overshadowed by my other emotions right now. But I knew they had it in them, and she would feel so good after.

“Come on Bumble Bee, you’re so close. Just a little bit longer.” I urgedZ

“O-ok” they stuttered out.

Tiny tears escaped from their eyes, and I felt bad cause it was only making me hornier. I switched my attention, gently licking the tears from their face. I leaned in whispering in their ear.

“It’s ok, you can let go.” I said.

They squeezed their eyes shut as their body shook. I could feel a wet spot on my thigh and I gave them a satisfied smirk. Kissing all around their face as they came down from their high.

I breathed in and out slowly, trying to encourage them to copy me. They tiredly leaned into my chest, holding me close. I rubbed my hand up and down their back.

“You did so good for me Blinky. I’m so proud of you.” I praised.

Every word was the truth, and I made sure they knew that. They were fairly quiet, but I had expected this. They always got quiet when they were overstimulated, I didn’t think this would be much different. Though I wish I could have heard them scream. We sat for maybe ten minutes as I let them calm down. Just holding them tight, so they knew I wasn’t going anywhere. They slowly moved their head to look up at me.

“That’s it, there’s those pretty eyes.” I smiled.

“How are you so perfect?” They asked.

“I could as the same of you. You did so well for me Bunny.”

They gentle rubbed their eyes, pushing the rest of the tears out. I kissed the tip of their nose softly.

“I made a mess.” The said softly.

It was so innocent, so cute.

“That’s ok Blinky. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

They tightened there grip on me, as I tried to get up.

“I’m not going anywhere ok, just grabbing some stuff to get you feeling better.”

“Ok” they said softly.

I gently wrapped my blanket around their shoulders.

“Sixty seconds.” I said.

They began counting slowly, hugging the blanket tightly. I quickly rushed to the bathroom, Hoyt passed me sending me a nasty glare in the hallway. I just stick my tongue out at him. I quickly grabbed a washcloth, some lotion and my tooth brush. I got back to the room by the time they were on 55.

“See, told you I’d be right back.”

They smiled sweetly up at me.

“Let’s get you out of these pants yeah?”

The nodded, letting me peel them off their body. I slowly removed their panties as well, carful not to touch much down there, as it would still be sensitive. I looked up at them.

“I’m just gonna clean you up a little than give you a massage, does that sound nice” they nodded.

Going completely non-verbal now. But I could accept that. They knew I wouldn’t hurt them. I couldn’t never even think of it. I gently wiped the wet cloth on their thigh, cleaning up the rest of their mess from earlier. I stood up, instructing them to lay down on the bed. I sucked in a breath as they rolled over. I had never seen their bare ass before, and god was it perfect. I sat on the bed beside them, as they watched me carefully. I put some lotion on their back and gently began rubbing it. They closed their eyes, enjoying the feeling.

I had to turn off the horny part of my brain right now, as much as I wanted to go again, they would need rest. I could sort myself out later if I really needed to, after they were asleep. I didn’t say a word, letting them enjoy the quiet. When I was done, I handed them a sweater and some shorts from my closet. The smallest pair I had. I knew none of my undergirded would fit them, but I could sort that out tomorrow. I didn’t know how long they were staying for cause we never discussed it. As they got comfy, I lifted their chin so their eyes met mine again. Just checking in on them one more time.

“You ok?”

I wasn’t expecting the next words that came out of their mouth.

“My mother is going to die soon.” They said. It was so quiet I barely heard them.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” I said.

Why would they tell me what was bothering them now of all times? But Blinky just kinda said whatever came to their mind, it was how they functioned.

“It’s ok.” They said.

I had thrown on some sweat pants and a sports bra before I had left the room. And right now it didn’t seem important to get proper pyjamas on. I crawled into bed next to them, pulling them into me as they cuddled into my chest. I had left the tooth brush and a glass of water on the nightstand. We could take care of that later.

“What you did for me today, thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything sweetheart, I was just being a good girlfriend.”

They shook their head.

“No Macy, it was more than that. You made me feel safe. This didn’t feel gross like all the other times.” They said.

I frowned. What the hell did they mean all the other times? Gross? Who had hurt them that much? I wanted to rip the head off of this person.

“I never want you to feel gross.” I said softly. “I’m glad you could trust me to do that for you.”

They cuddled closer to my chest, and I held them tightly, draping the blanket over us. I didn’t really need it, I produced plenty of body heat oh my own. I tried to think of something to distract them. I should have anticipated they wouldn’t have entirely felt better after our little play session. But I didn’t want their first proper experience to be clouded by this feeling. Sadness, anger, I couldn’t quite tell. It mostly all looked the same on Blinky. Joy was the only emotion they excelled at flawlessly. You could always tell when they were happy, but everything else was a guessing game.

“Why don’t we get those pretty teeth of yours brushed?”

I saw them push their tongue through the gap where one tooth was missing. I meant to ask them about that, and maybe right now wasn’t the right time. But it just slipped out.

“By the way, what ever happened to that one tooth?” I asked, as I grabbed the tooth brush that already had a bead of tooth paste on it. I would just brush mine in the morning. I didn’t mind.

Blinky laughed slightly, their mood slowly shifting.

“I got punched by a racist.” They laughed even more.

“Blinky that’s not even remotely funny.” I said.

But their smile was contagious.

“At least tell me you punched him back, little miss I’ll cut off your dick if you call my girlfriend a slur again”

They paused, looking up at me.

“Yikes, did I really say that? I’ll have to put more money in the jar when I get home.”

“You have a sweat jar?” I laughed.

“I don’t like using mean words very often.”

“Maybe you can give yourself a pass this time Blink, it’s impossible to not call Hoyt a dick.” I laughed.

But my laughter quickly died down.

“I am sorry about your mom though.”

“Don’t worry about it, she’s going where she belongs.”

Their voice was harsh and cold when they said that. I’ve seen that look before, on Tommy before he killed a particularly nasty victim. Preservation mixed with disgust. I didn’t want to push and ask more, but I could already tell I would’ve hated their mother if I got a chance to meet her, maybe it was for the best she was dying. But if my hunch was right, Blinky and I would have to have a very serious conversion soon. Maybe they weren’t so innocent after all. Not that that mattered to me.

They’d be eating breakfast with my family in the morning. And that deserved a fair warning on my part. I watched as they brushed their teeth. Spitting the water back into the empty cup. I would take care of that in the morning. I leaned down, giving them a quick kiss on the lips as the cuddled back into me.

“Try to get some sleep Blink, I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. And in the morning, you’ll get to meet Tommy for breakfast.” I smiled.

They let out a little yawn.

“I get to meet Tommy?”

“Mhhmm” I smiled down at them as their eyes closed.

They fell asleep with a content smile on their face. I wasn’t looking forward to our little chat before breakfast. But that was tomorrows problem. I turned off my lamp, and rolled over, pulling them impossible closer to me. Using them like a little teddy bear as I fell asleep.

An: I’m oddly proud of Blinky for taking charge on this one. Victims of assault often have a hard time in the bedroom, but they really love Macy and trust her.

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firstaidspray · 1 year

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The special features of Talladega Nights adding lore:

- Carley had sex with the bass player of Nickelback.

- Susan takes care of Walker and Texas Ranger when Carley doesn't want to.

- Carley was also the one who came up with the Fig Newton sticker.

- Carley is aware of Susan and Ricky's budding relationship.

- Cal ate a caramel apple belonging to Ricky which apparently would make him upset.

- Extended lore/not a gag reel about Lucius doing Donna Summer impressions and drag, and why he likes it.

- Cal is scared of Walker and Texas Ranger, especially because they attacked him in bed with a steak knife and pulled his mustache.

- Walker and Texas Ranger played with the heart monitor and made the doctors think Ricky was dying. They also wanted to find drugs in the hospital.

- Herschel asked Ricky for gas money when he drove him home.

- Carley claims she and Cal had feelings for each other a long time, and the original idea was unicorn tattoos not leprechaun tattoos. They also wanted to build a new house and put McDonalds in it.

- Ricky did in fact point out the flaws in Cal's Magic Man ideas regarding the rabbit shaped cars and live rabbits.

- Walker and Texas Ranger play "Jenga" with breakable objects.

- Cal tried to create a new family dynamic.

- Cal and Ricky were going to go on a trip to swim with sharks as well as visit the Jack Daniel's distillery. Carley thinks they are "a suck ass vacation idea."

- Cal was going to take Ricky and Carley's last name.

- Cal brought out Dr Watts the taser again and used it on Ricky. It's revealed Ricky got it for him for Christmas.

- Chip told a different weird comparison.

- While living with Lucy, Ricky always laid on the couch eating burritos and drinking.

- Lucy worked at the high school cafeteria and helped someone put a new roof on.

- Ricky was learning how to say things using flatulence.

- It was during that scene that Lucy decided to contact Reese.

- Cal called Ricky to watch Emeril together. They also watched a commercial for a crossbow that Cal wants.

- Cal claims that Carley has a secret apartment under the house, and Patrick Duffy lives there. Ricky thinks he's a dickhead.

- Ricky talked to several real Nascar racers when he came back. They made jokes with each other.

- Lucy would not have had sex with Reese if not for "one last shot" of tequila.

- Ricky ate a loaf of Wonderbread while driving.

- Reese didn't see crashing into Frank's house as a setback.

- Reese wanted to take drugs from Frank's house when he and Ricky crashed into it. The crash also did not cause Reese to spill any beer.

- Lucy is only 20% sure Reese is Ricky's real dad.

- Reese thinks that the presidents who only rode horses went slow and were therefore losers.

- Jean Girard shaves his legs.

- Walker and Texas Ranger said Reese is: a dirty old skank, Popeye, a piece of road trash, an old drunk, emotionally troubled. Texas Ranger said he can smell Reese from where he is sitting. He asked why Reese looked at him, because he is not a bottle of Jim Beam. Walker said they loved him and it's great to have a grandfather. Walker also loved him talking crazy and agreed that Applebee's got the order wrong. Walker asked him to become a Cub Scout leader.

#talladega nights #reese bobby #ref

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xoprincess-elsie · 11 months

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Top three restaurants you’ve ever gorged yourself at and why: go.

I can only really think of 2 there’s not many good places around me

I feel like this is kinda obvious 1 but Golden Corral!! Buffets r the best that’s the only 1 I have by me but I love havin so many choices n bein able 2 eat as much as I wantttt

Texas road house is the next 1 the rolls r so good n I love steak so muchhhh

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starshine-hockey-girl · 2 years

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Home Sweet Home- Never Ever Have I - Chapter Thirteen

Story Summary: Hooking up with Evie was supposed to be quick and meaningless for Sidney Crosby. Then the one night stand became a regular thing. Quickly he realized just how special Evie would turn out to be and how his future would be forever altered by the beauty who brought the spice into his life

Chapter Summary- Evie meets Sidney for a road game in Dallas where she introduces him to hometown, including her family.

Author's Notes- I am incredibly thankful for @penstxgal1968 for giving me the courage to explore Evie's background a little more. It was intention for Evie to be part-Hispanic from the story, but chickened out. Many thanks to her for wisdom and guidance.

@pattiemac1 @princessphilly @fallinallincurls

Warnings- usual SMUT warnings, parental death, alcohol use and fluff

previous chapter- https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/682897135451176960/city-of-brotherly-love-never-ever-have-i-chapter

first chapter- https://starshine-hockey-girl.tumblr.com/post/658986447888695296/never-ever-have-i

Monday, February 25th

Sully poked his head into the locker room, "Sid- stop by my office before you leave." Sidney nodded his head and continued to get dressed. His mind drifted to Evie and he picked up his phone and texted her.

She responded with

Sidney texted "Come to my house tonight?

She responded "Can't. I need to do laundry. Can you come to me? At 6?" Sidney agreed.

He was all smiles when he opened the door to Sully's office. Sully looked up, "Take a seat."

Sidney sat down casually, "What's up?"

Sully sighed, 'We had a bit of a situation in Philly that needs to be addressed."

Sidney leaned forward, "Oh really? I didn't know anything happened."

Sully leaned forward, "You are aware of the rules about visitors in the rooms on the road, right?"

Sidney blinked, "Yes, I am."

Sully stared at Sidney, "Do you think those rules do not apply to you?"

Sidney blinked again.

Sully continued, "I had the displeasure of having the room next to you in Philly."

Sidney uttered "Oh"

Sully leaned back, "Do I think it impacted your game? No. Do I think it sets a bad example? Yes."

Sidney looked down, "I understand."

Sully waited for Sidney to look up, "This isn't anything against Evie. I think she is fantastic for you, but it can't happen again."

Sidney smiled, "It won't. You have my word."

Sully smiled, "Good, consider this your hand slap."

SUNDAY, MARCH 17th

Evie sat on the bathroom counter and watched Sidney dress for the game. He moved between her legs and she started to tie his tie. "Evie, do you have any recommendations for a team dinner Friday night in Dallas? The guys wanted to do something different besides steak," he asked.

Evie thought for a second, "Do you want home-cooking comfort food, BBQ, or Tex-Mex?"

Sidney thought for a moment, "What do you think?"

Evie paused, "I think Tex-Mex. You can get BBQ and comfort food all over. Good Tex-Mex is hard to find north of the Red River." He nodded in agreement, "I know a place but It's not fancy. I can see if they can get us in if you want. My Tio Pedro owns it."

"Tio Pedro?" Sidney asked.

"Tio means uncle in Spanish," she explained.

"Your Uncle Pedro? Wait, does that mean you still have family in Dallas?" He questioned, "Why don't you go back there for the holidays?

She kissed his cheek, "It's a long story."

"And your family is Spanish?" he asked.

"Originally from Spain, but came to Mexico in the early 1800s," she corrected.

"When did they come to Texas?" He continued to probe.

"They were here before Texas was Texas, so a long time," she answered.

"I didn't know that you were part Hispanic," he said quietly.

Her eyes flashed up towards his face, "Does it matter?"

"Absolutely not," he answered, "My family is Scottish and English on my dad's side and Irish on my mom's side.

"My dad's family is Scottish but way back," she smiled, "so we have that in common."

"I hope I can meet your family," Sidney kissed her cheek. "Do you think they'll like me?"

"Everyone loves you, Beso," she bopped his nose. “See you after the game. I need a whole lot of love before you leave tomorrow."

THURSDAY, MARCH 21st

Evie looked around the hotel hallway as she waited for the door to open. When it swung wide, Sidney grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room before she could process what was happening. He slammed the door shut and pressed her against it. "Evie Rose," he moaned in her ear as he hiked her dress up around her waist. She felt his erection pressing into her and rocked her hips into him. Her hands went to his belt and made quick work of unbuckling it. They had not seen each other since Monday morning and the need for reconnection was off the charts. "I hate being away from you," Sidney groaned, "It drives me crazy." His hands tore her panties down. They both gasped as he entered her, "I missed being inside of you. You are always ready to take me so well and you feel so good." He fucked her hard and fast. She moaned into his ear as he drove over the edge. He finished with a final stroke and gently set her down

She grinned, "That was one way to say hello."

He blushed, "Sorry, I missed you."

She kissed his cheek, "Don't apologize. One day you won't want to fuck me like that and I will be sad."

"That day will never come," he laughed and swung her around as she squealed with delight. "Welcome back home," he laughed as he placed her back on the floor. Together they walked into her suite.

Her mouth dropped. It was a corner suite with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the American Airlines Center. There was a large bouquet of flowers on the table by the bed. He rolled her suitcase by the bed and watched her as she examined the suite. "Beso, there's a terrace!",she exclaimed. She turned and grinned. He smiled and went to her, wrapping his arms around her body. She leaned back into him, "You spoil me, Sidney."

He kissed her cheek, "You're surprised? It's your birthday weekend and you are my princess. Of course, I am going to spoil you." Sidney moved his mouth to her neck and kissed softly. "Are you hungry? I can order food," he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, "Can you order me something? I am going to take a quick shower." He nodded and watched her walk into the bathroom. After he finished the order, he watched her in the shower. She opened the shower and said, "Get in Beso. I can't wait any longer. I need you again."

Evie lounged on the sofa as Sidney brought the room service cart into the room. He smiled as she blew him a kiss. "You're in a good mood," he teased as he put the plates on the table.

She got up reluctantly and walked up behind him, "My man fucked me well and now is going to feed me delicious food." They sat down and started to eat. Evie glanced around the room, "So why two rooms, Beso?"

Sidney looked down," Well, it turns out that they take that whole no visitor in rooms rule seriously after all."

Evie's eyes widened, "And you know this how?"

He looked up and smirked, "I got my hand slapped so we can't repeat Philly."

She questioned, "Slapped by whom?"

He grimaced, "Sully."

She shrieked, "Sully! How did Sully know? How did anyone know?"

He laughed uncontrollably, "Evie- that's how we got busted."

Her eyes narrowed, "Spill it Sidney."

He stopped laughing, "Sully's room was next door to mine in Philly. He apparently overheard us, or you specifically. He slapped my hand. I agreed it would not happen again."

"We were so loud that your COACH overheard. Sidney, what did he hear? Did I call you Daddy?" Evie stood up and paced, "Fuck me, oh my God. Why didn't you tell me?"

He stood up and went to her, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to freak out like you are doing now. It's not that big of a deal."

"What else are you not telling me?",she asked.

"I can't sleep here tonight. I need to be back in my room by midnight."

"Beso!"

He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, "I didn't want to ruin your birthday plans. I will be able to stay later Saturday night."

Evie sighed, "You swear you didn't get into trouble because of me?"

He kissed her softly, "It was because of me. You asked me and I led you astray. Now let's eat. I want snuggles before bed."

FRIDAY, MARCH 22ND

Evie sat in the lobby and waited for Sidney to come down from his room. He was changing clothes after morning practice. She was dressed casually in jeans and a Penguins t-shirt. She noticed Sully walking in the front door and focused on her phone.

“Good morning Evie,” the coach joked as he walked up to her.

Evie looked up and tried not to blush, “Ummm, good morning. How was practice? No trouble from the Cap I hope.”

Sully joked, “Trouble from Sid? Never!”

Evie asked, “Are you coming to dinner with us tonight?”

He shook his head no, “No, the guys want to cut loose so they don’t want me around.”

Evie smiled, “I’ll try to keep them under control. I can make no guarantees about what they do after I go back to my suite- ALONE.”

Sully raised an eyebrow and smiled before he walked away, “You and I are going to get along great, Evie.”

Sidney walked up and smiled, “Ready go Evie?”

Evie grabbed her purse and stood up, “Let’s go. I have quite the agenda.”

Evie laughed as Sidney insisted on taking a picture on the X in the middle of Elm Street which marked the exact spot President John F. Kennedy was shot and assassinated. “Sidney, if you get run over while I take this picture, you realize I can never go back to Pittsburgh. They’ll run me out of town if I get Sid the Kid killed,” she shouted from the sidewalk.

“Hurry and take the picture then,” he yelled back as he stood on the X.

“You probably shouldn’t look so gleeful, Sidney,” she laughed.

“Oh right,” he quit smiling.

She rolled her eyes as he purchased the conspiracy theory newspaper from the vendor outside in the parking lot. He had also purchased several books from the gift shop of the Sixth Floor Museum chronicling the life and assassination of President Kennedy. She was greatly amused by his enthusiasm. “What’s next?” he asked when they got back into the car.

“Well, you have your choice. We can go to the Bush museum or Southfork. If we do the Bush museum, I can show you my high school and the house where I grew up,” she offered.

“I definitely want to see the house. Head there first,” he chose.

They drove from downtown Dallas into the Highland Park area. She pointed out the cookie shop where she had her first job while in high school. He insisted on stopping to buy cookies. She simply shook her head when he claimed that they were “for the guys”. They drove past the park where she had her first kiss. Sidney smirked and demanded to know the name. “It’s only fair since you know the name of my first kiss,” he claimed.

“Brad,” she answered.

“And where is Brad?” he questioned.

“Sidney, it was eighth grade. He moved that summer. I have no idea where he is now. He certainly isn’t hanging around trying to feel me up like certain females,” she pouted.

She turned past her childhood church near the campus of SMU. Sidney questioned why she didn’t attend the university since it was so close to home. She ignored the question until they parked in front of her childhood home. “Well, the reason is twofold- one) I thought I was in love and followed a boy to Texas Tech and two) I wanted to leave the house,” she explained.

“Oh, was this Texas Tech boy before or after “he shall not be named”?” Sidney asked as they got out of the car.

Evie bit her lip, “Same person.”

Sidney’s head tilted and nodded, “Okay.”

The door to the house opened. “Evie, is that you?” a young woman called from the front porch.”

“Yes,Jessica, it’s me,” Evie replied. Jessica and her husband, Grant, had purchased the home after the death of Evie’s parents. It was Jessica’s letter that came with their offer that made Evie accept their offer. “I am in town with my boyfriend. I thought I would show him the house. We’ll be out of the way soon,” she called out.

“Would you like to show him inside?” Jessica asked, “I am about to run to Pilates, but you can lock up when you leave.” Evie looked at Sidney who nodded his head yes,

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to lock up when we leave,”Evie replied. She took Sidney’s hand and walked him up the long sidewalk to the front porch. “Jessica, this is my boyfriend, Sidney.” As she introduced them to each other, Sidney smiled at being introduced solely as Evie’s boyfriend.

When they were alone, Sidney glanced around the entryway. “Evie, what did your dad do again?” he asked as he took in the size and scale of the house. “This is WAY bigger than the house I grew up in,” he marveled.

“Corporate law for an oil and gas company,” she said quietly, “It’s about the same size as your house now.”

She led him through the house and into the backyard. They sat on the porch swing under the large oak tree. He pulled her to him, “You’re awfully quiet, Evie.”

She sniffled quietly, “Lots of memories coming back to me. They are mostly good, but some are not so good. I had a happy childhood for the most part so there are Christmas mornings in the living room. Then the prom pictures on the stairs.”

He kissed the top of her head, “Did you go to prom with “he who shall not be named?”

Evie relaxed into him, “Yeah, I went to prom with him. By the way, his name was Thad. That should have been a fucking clue. I did all of the typical first love things with him.”

“So what happened? Why is he the ‘one who shall not be named’?” Sidney questioned.

“It didn’t end well,” she answered curtly before sighing. “I guess you deserve to know the truth.” She turned in the swing to face him. “We started dating the summer before senior year of high school. It was a very typical high school romance. When he announced that he was going to Tech, I decided to go there as well. He was planning on doing pre-law and I decided on hospitality. We dated all through college until our senior year at Tech. I was certain that we would be engaged by graduation. During our visit back to Dallas for Thanksgiving that year, he sat me down on this swing and broke my heart.”

“This swing? Why?”,Sidney asked.

“Yep, this swing,” she answered. “Thad had plans of running for office one day. He told me that I was an acceptable girl for a high school and college romance, but he certainly couldn’t marry me one day. In his words, I wasn’t good enough to be a political wife. I was completely blindsided. It just didn’t make sense. It wasn’t until later that I put it together. I wouldn’t make a good political wife because I wasn’t white enough. You can’t potentially campaign against immigration if your wife is half-Hispanic. At least not try to appeal to the constituency he wanted. Nevermind the fact that my mother’s family has been in this state five generations longer than his family has.``

Sidney’s eyes widened, “He said that?”

Evie shook her head, “Not directly, but looking back there were signs. I just chose to ignore them because my mom wanted me to be with him so badly. I also found that he was cheating on me with the woman he is now married to. My mom was devastated when he dumped me. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the real reason so she blamed me.”

“So he made you think that you would get engaged when he never had any intentions on doing so?” Sidney asked in disbelief. “You know that my intentions are absolutely clear, right?”, he stated firmly.

“Yes, my Beso,” she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “I know that you are not leading me on so you can break my heart later.”

“I’m never going to break your heart, period,” he emphasized.

Evie crawled onto his lap and kissed him. He ran his fingers through her hair as they kissed. He put his hand behind her head and pushed her down onto the swing. “What are you doing, Sidney?” she asked between kisses.

“Replacing that bad memory with a good one,” he replied with genuine concern.

They made out on the swing for a couple of more minutes before she whispered, “You know we could skip the museum and go back to the hotel instead.” In an instant, Sidney was pulling her up off the swing and back through the house. “Woah, I still have to lock the door,” she laughed, “We do have until Sunday, you know.”

When they reached the car, he pulled her into his embrace, “I will never get enough of you, Evie.”

Evie sighed and looked into his eyes, “And I will never get enough of you, Sidney Patrick Crosby. Do you mind if we make two more stops? It won’t take long.” He nodded in agreement and got in the car. She made a quick stop at a florist and came back with a small bouquet of roses and peonies. He gave her a confused look but said nothing. When she pulled into the cemetery and parked on a side path, he reached over and squeezed her hand. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," she whispered.

"I want to come," he responded.

Together they walked to the graves of Mark and Vanessa Montgomery. Evie walked over and kissed the headstones. She placed the floral bouquet in the vase attached to the headstone. She then stepped back. "Hey Mom. Hey Dad. This is Sidney. He's my boyfriend." She turned and looked at him. "He's much more than my boyfriend. He is the love of my life." Sidney wrapped his arm around her waist as she spoke. "You would really like him, Dad. He's a lot like you." Her voice cracked as her eyes filled with tears. She turned slightly, "Mom, looks like I am going to have that MRS title after all. I hope that makes you happy."

She turned and buried her face in Sidney’s chest, "I am sorry. I just miss them. I really wish they could have met you."

"Don't apologize, I can only imagine how hard it is to lose a parent," he consoled her. “I am going to give you some space and privacy. Let me know when you are ready to go." She sat cross legged on the ground and Sidney walked over to the concrete bench. Evie sat silently for about five more minutes before getting back.

When she returned, he took a moment and walked over to stand in front of the headstones. He spoke softly, "If I could have done this in person, I would- so this will have to suffice. I would like your blessing to marry your daughter. You have my promise to take care of her and always put her first. She will never want for anything and she will never be alone. My family will love her like their own. I love her more than I can put into words. You have an amazing daughter and I am the luckiest man on the planet." He knocked his knuckles on the headstone and walked back to Evie.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet and somber. Once they were back in Evie’s room, they dove into the large bed and snuggled close together. He laid on his back with Evie's body wrapped around his, her head resting on his chest. His hand gently stroked her back.

"I am nervous about tonight," she whispered.

"Why?", he asked.

"My relationship with them is complicated. My mother's relationship with them was complicated. I just never know which way they are going to treat me." She explained. "They basically hated my father because he was not their chosen man for my mother. They hated that she fell in love with a Gringo instead of my grandfather's right hand man at the restaurant. They lost their minds when my mom didn't get married in the Catholic church," she continued.

"Then my grandfather left the restaurant to Pedro even though my mom basically ran it after my abuelo got sick. She didn't get anything after all that hard work. They mocked her and laughed that her white-boy husband should take care of her,"

"She kept trying but the final straw was the way they treated me," Evie sighed.

Sidney waited for her to continue, "It wasn't anything horrible. It's not like they were MEAN, but I definitely knew that I wasn't like the rest of the grandchildren. I didn't speak Spanish as well as the others. They made fun of my accent," she said softly. Sidney felt an ache in his heart. He tried to imagine anyone mistreating Evie.

"My mom stopped trying at some point and focused on my father and me," she continued, "When my father died, she didn't turn to them for support. Maybe if she did, things wouldn't have turned out they way they did," her voice cracked as she thought of her mother’s suicide. "After she died, they had plenty of opinions on her death but it was pretty clear that things were not going to improve on their side."

"We don't have to go, Evie," Sidney suggested.

"It's not like there is animosity or bad blood," she responded with a grimace. "I actually get along with my cousin, Mateo. He is one of the few who never treated me differently. He will be taking over the restaurant eventually. You'll get to meet him tonight"

"Hey," he said, "I love you."

Evie smiled, "I love you too."

Evie fidgeted nervously in the charter bus as it navigated through downtown to the restaurant. Sidney placed his hand on top of hers. She listened as the rest of the team chattered. Mateo was standing outside when they stopped in front of the small restaurant and exited the bus. He greeted Evie with a hug, (in Spanish) "Evita! Come inside. We are all set for you."

Sidney stepped forward and held out his hand and spoke tentatively, “Hola, mi nombre es Sidney. Gracias por invitar al equipo a cenar en su restaurante.”(Hello, my name is Sidney. Thank you for inviting the team to have dinner in your restaurant).

Evie’s mouth dropped as he spoke. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to her body, “You learned that? Why?”

“Well, we’re going to be family, right? I have to learn to communicate,” he said softly with a grin.

“I’m sorry I forgot,” she grinned and kissed his cheek.

“You forgot what?” he asked.

“You’re Sidney Crosby. You don’t do anything half-assed,” she laughed.

“Not when it comes to you,” he grabbed and squeezed her tight.

Mateo laughed and shook his head. He guided the group through the restaurant onto the patio. It was brightly decorated with bright flowers in planters and party lights strung from the ceiling. Evie complimented him on the improvements in the decor. She asked how he had convinced his father to make any improvements. Pedro was decidedly old school.

Evie smiled as she took her seat in the center of the table. Sidney sat across from her with Geno to his left and Tanger to his right. Isabella, the server, approached Evie. (In Spanish) "Evita, long time, no see. How are you? What brings you tonight?

(In Spanish) "I am starving for good food." Evie smiled, "This is my boyfriend, Sidney, and his hockey team. I brought them for real food. Can you bring us queso, guacamole and salsa for the table?"

Isabella nodded, (In Spanish) "Your boyfriend? He's hot. Does your Tio Pedro know?"

Evie rolled eyes, (In Spanish) "Is he here? It's none of his business." Evie scanned the patio. Her uncle was the last person she wanted to see tonight. He was the one person that she dreaded introducing to Sidney. The afternoon’s discussion with Sidney had opened up the old wounds. She had forgotten the passive aggressive comments from her childhood that continued at her last visit home.

When she didn’t see him, she returned her focus to Sidney as Isabella walked away to put in the appetizer order. Sidney was smiling at Evie. She adjusted her dress to ensure she wasn’t exposing too much cleavage. He continued to smile and she tilted her head. “What? Did I do something?” she smiled back at him.

“It’s the Spanish. It’s my first time to hear you speak it. I like it- a lot,” he answered quietly. He was giving her what she affectionately termed the “I’m going to fuck you so hard” look. She squirmed in her seat and looked away. When she looked back up, he was wearing a smirk on his face.

Evie made a big show of putting her phone in her purse as Isabella went around the table taking everyone’s entree orders. When she overheard Sidney order a Guiso Picoso, a particularly spicy dish, her eyebrows shot up. “Beso, I am not sure you want to order that. It’s going to be really spicy,” Evie cautioned.

Sidney raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I’ll take the Guiso Picoso, please.” Evie shook her head and ordered carne asada and a margarita. "Margarita?" Sidney teased.

Evie dipped her chip into queso before answering, "I don't have a morning skate and/or game tomorrow. I also don't have to drive so I can get tipsy." She looked him in the eye. They both knew the effects alcohol had on her. She turned to Jake to ask him about their game in Nashville. She could feel Sidney’s eyes on her. She ran her fingers through her hair as she listened to Jake tell an amusing story about Sidney and the soccer game. She turned and gave him a wink.

The food arrived at the table. Evie took a long sip of her margarita and watched Sidney take a bite of the spicy beef stew he ordered. She noticed his eyes widened slightly as he swallowed. Evie’s eyebrow arched as she observed the redness spread across his cheeks. The beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He reached for his water. "No Sidney, don't drink the water. It will only make it worse.” Evie instructed, “Take a bite of the sour cream on my plate or suck on the lime," He did both and felt immediate relief. He then took a deep breath as Geno laughed.

Evie smiled, "I think that the words you are looking for are 'The next time my sweet and loving girlfriend tells my Gringo Maritimer ass that something is too spicy, I will fucking believe her. Also thank you for the tip about the sour cream. Thank you my love'". Sidney blushed and sucked on the lime some more.

Evie motioned for Isabella to come over. She spoke in Spanish, "This is too spicy for Sidney. Please bring him sour cream enchiladas right away. Thank you so much." Isabella and Evie shared a look and smile before she walked away. Sidney looked around the table as everyone ate. “Beso, try a bite of my carne asada,” she offered, “You’ll like it.” He moaned a little as he took a bite of the perfectly seasoned and cooked steak. “You like?” she smiled, “I can make it at home.” He nodded and they shared a glance. They both secretly delighted in the comment that reinforced their domesticity in Pittsburgh.

Their eyes were locked on each other when Isabella returned with Sidney’s new food. She set the plate down in front of him, warned him that the plate was extremely hot and walked away. He took a bite of the enchilada and swallowed it. His hand immediately grabbed for the lime in Evie’s second margarita as he gasped. “Beso, what’s wrong?” Evie asked with concern, “That shouldn’t be spicy at all. “

He sucked on the lime, “It’s worse than the first thing.”

Evie reached over with her fork and took a bite. Her eyes widened and she stood up. She took her napkin, grabbed the plate and snatched it from the table. All eyes went to her as she stormed from the patio into the kitchen. She passed Isabella on the way and hissed(in Spanish), “Who made the enchiladas?” Isabella shrugged her shoulders in ignorance. Evie pushed her way into the kitchen and saw her cousin, Javier, standing on the prep line. He looked up when he heard the commotion of her entering the kitchen. She threw the plate down in front of him yelling(in Spanish), “Did you do it? Did you douse these enchiladas in jalapeno juice before sending them out?” He simply started to laugh. “Tell me!” she stepped to him and screamed.

(In Spanish) “Oh look who can use her Spanish when she wants,” Javier laughed, “Your boyfriend can’t take the heat? Neither could your father. Fucking white boys.”

Evie grabbed his shirt and yelled(in Spanish), “Javi - you will make them again, you will take them out and apologize for your rudeness. Abuela would be livid that you would be so rude to a family member. What’s wrong with you?” She pushed off of him and walked toward the door.

Javier laughed, “What makes you think you can order me around?”

Evie turned, “Do it or I will tell your father exactly what happened to his beloved car during Veronica’s quinceanera. Does he still think it got sideswiped by a drunk driver? I can go tell him who was really driving the car that hit it.”

Javi’s eyes got big and he spit out, “You wouldn’t!”

“Fucking try me, Javi.” Evie turned and walked out of the kitchen. She took a moment and took a deep breath. She composed herself and walked back to the patio. When she went through the door, she walked over to Sidney and kissed his check. “Your new food will be here in just a bit. Eat some more of mine while you wait.” He looked up at her face. To the untrained eye, they would see a look of serenity and composure on Evie's face. She had a smile that was pasted on her face that certainly didn’t reach her eyes.

Javier appeared on the patio, holding Sidney’s new food. He placed it gallantly in front of Sidney and waited. Sidney hesitated and took a small bite. He moaned softly, “That’s delicious.” He immediately took two more quick bites before looking up at Evie with concern. Evie leveled her gaze at her cousin who stared back in defiance.

“Excuse me…” Javier started and looked at Evie.

“Javi- this is my boyfriend, Sidney Crosby. Beso- this is my cousin, Javier. His father, Pedro, owns this restaurant, but Javi and Mateo run the day to day operations. Although it seems that Mateo is the real brains of the operation.” Evie said coolly.

“Excuse me, Mr. Crosby,” Javier began again, “Please accept my sincere apology for the mix-up in your order. I do hope that this plate is to your satisfaction.”

“The first one was totally my fault. I should have listened to Evie. She tried to warn me,” Sidney laughed as he tried to diffuse the situation. “Muchas gracias for the new plate. It is delicious. Could I trouble you for another margarita for Evie?” Javier nodded and went back to the kitchen, muttering under his breath.

Mateo came out to the patio in search of Evie. Word of her confrontation with Javier had spread like wildfire in the kitchen. He knelt beside her and whispered in her ear, (In spanish) "Evita, I swear I didn't know he was going to do that. I am so sorry."

(In Spanish) "I know that's not your fault," she whispered back. She looked at his face and smiled. "I've missed you ,Teo." Evie had an idea pop into her head. "Beso, do you have just one ticket for me tomorrow?" she asked.

"Why?" he answered, "How many do you want?"

She looked at Mateo, "Do you want to come to Sidney's game with me tomorrow night? It will be good to catch up." She looked at Sidney who nodded in confirmation that tickets wouldn't be an issue. When Mateo hesitated, she added, "Pretty Please? They can do without you for one night."

He teased, "Alright, but only if you buy me a beer."

"You got it," she grinned.

Sidney asked for the check from Mateo and slid over his credit card. Mateo shook his head, "Your money's no good here. It is our pleasure to serve your team."

Sidney raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Mateo glanced down and gulped, "I don't suppose I could trouble you for a photo."

"Absolutely," Sidney responded

Javier reappeared as Sid posed for the picture. Evie's smile disappeared and she steeled herself. He stood by her side and whispered, "You think he is stringing you along and dumping you like that other white boy? What was his name? Todd?"

Evie hissed back, "Don't act like you are any better than them. How long have you been promising a ring to Sofia while you are fucking the waitresses in the office? Sidney is nothing like you, Thad or God forbid your father."

"Oh Evita has a bite now. Finally grew a spine?" he joked.

"I had to when I had no family to depend on," she remarked as she walked away. Evie took a photo of Sidney and Mateo in the lobby. The team thanked Mateo and headed toward the bus. Mateo asked if Sidney minded if he posted the picture on Instagram. He agreed. Evie hugged Mateo tight, "See you tomorrow night."

Sidney’s arm snaked around her waist as she walked toward the charter bus. She called ahead, “Save the backseat for us.” There were shouts and chirps about the captain taking the opportunity to make out with his girl. Evie shook her head and gave a lopsided grin to Sidney. He knew the truth. Evie wanted the privacy of the back so she could take off the figurative mask she had been wearing since she returned from the kitchen. Her hand grasped at his as he led her to the back of the bus. He allowed her to slide into the window seat. She leaned her head against the cool window and sighed. Geno stood in the aisle two rows in front of them and formed a barricade to prevent anyone else from sitting near Sidney and Evie. She was oblivious to the maneuver. Sidney, however, was aware and nodded his head to Geno before Geno took his seat.

When the bus began to move, Evie turned and rested her head on Sidney’s chest. He stroked her hair and hummed the song “At Last”. She grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. She remembered their dance on Valentine’s night Evie looked up and smiled half-heartedly before kissing his chest. They rode together in silence until they reached the front entrance to the lobby. There was a small group of Penguins fans huddled by the entrance. Before they exited the bus, Sidney instructed Evie, “Go inside. I will be there as soon as I can.” The presence of Sid the Kid was distraction enough to allow her to enter the hotel without anyone noticing her. He signed autographs and smiled for pictures. After a few minutes, Geno nudged him and whispered, “Go. Take care of her. We have this under control.”

Sidney slipped into the lobby and made his way to the elevator. He knocked on Evie’s door before using the key card to enter. “Evie,” he called as he walked into the room. The door to the terrace was open and she stood in the cool night air. He walked to her and joined her as she leaned on the terrace railing looking out at the American Airlines Center. Tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them quickly before turning to face Sidney. She faked a smile and asked Sidney how he thought the team liked dinner. He shook his head softly, “No, Evie, don’t do that. Don’t focus on the guys right now. You don’t have to worry about them. They don’t know anything is wrong except possibly Geno. He is not going to say a word to anyone.”

She let the smile drop and turned back to face the arena again. “What happened?” he asked.

“He deliberately put jalapeno juice in your food,” she said softly, her voice breaking at the end. “He did it just to be mean,” she sobbed, “He did it to hurt me. That’s the only reason I can think of."

"It was probably just a little hazing. It's not that big of a deal." he suggested.

“Bullshit, Sidney, bullshit,” she spit out and immediately regretted it. “I am not angry at you. I am sorry that I snapped.”

“I know, Evie,” he said softly.

“I’m just tired, Beso,” she whined, “I am tired and not looking forward to sleeping alone again.”

He kissed the top of her head, “Tomorrow night, I will stay all night. Let them slap my hand again if they need to, but I really shouldn’t do it the night before a game.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, “Of course, I will stay. I don’t have to be in my room for another two hours. How about I order some wine and dessert? You deserve it.”

Sidney walked into the room and picked up the phone to place the order. Evie picked up the phone and saw the message from Mateo.

Evie was frowning when he returned. “What happened?” Sidney asked as he sat down.

“Mateo texted. Apparently Abuela is not doing well. If I want to see her before she dies, then I should do it on this visit,” Evie explained. “Mateo is going to meet me there Sunday at ten so I don’t have to do it alone.”

“Do you want me to come too?” he offered.

“Would you come? I would love for you to meet her.” She replied.

“I would be honored to meet your Abuela. I wish you could have met my grandmothers,” he hugged her tight, “Your wine and dessert are here.”

“Can we eat it in bed?” she asked, “It’s getting chilly out here.”

He nodded yes, but added, “I was hoping to test out that railing before we leave.”

Her eyebrow arched, “Test it out how?” He walked up to her, spun her around and walked her over to the railing. He then lightly pushed her torso forward and thrust his crotch into her. “Ohhhh,” she giggled, “Probably not in the daytime.”

“Oh, where is your sense of adventure, Evie?” he teased.

“You want to fuck me while overlooking the arena where you are going to kick some Stars ass later? That could be arranged,” she joked back. He lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her into the room. “Oh my, I like when you’re aggressive Sidney. I should feed you spicy food more often,” she teased as she started stripping her dress.

Sidney’s eyes widened when he saw that she didn’t have any panties under her clothes. “Evie!” he chided her, “You were naked under your dress the entire time? What am I going to do with you?”

“Punish me accordingly?” she asked coyly.

“Just wait until I get you in the playroom. Your ass will literally be mine.” he growled as his pants dropped down and climbed onto the bed.

“It is already yours, Beso,” she purred as he climbed between her legs and kissed her neck. “Mmmmmmm, I want you. I need you now.”

“My Evie,” he growled as he started to fuck her hard and fast, “Mine. All fucking mine.”

“Yes,” she moaned, “Yours- yours to do whatever you want. Yours to suck. Yours to fuck. Yours to love.” Their bodies moved in unison toward their mutual climax.

Afterwards, he held her tenderly in his arms as she fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and tucked under the covers. He wrote a note and left it on her pillow.

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