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Hazel Callahan Fanfiction Part 3!
Parts 1 and 2 are on my page. Again disclaimer that I don’t really use tumblr or understand it so my formatting is probably not great. Hazel’s POV of the bar!!
I woke up exhausted. Y/N kept me up all night. She was still sleeping, so I got up from the chair in her room and went to mine through the jack and hill style bathroom.
It was still weird to me to have this room be occupied, and have Y/N’s stuff all over the bathroom. A lot of it I didn’t recognize. Serums, hair care, and crystal tools that looked like torture devices. I knew from Isabel that one was a gua sha, but I didn’t know what the other one was. I had to be basically forced out of using suave kids 2-in-1 by her and Brittany after we made friends in high school.
I lay on my bed and stared at the stars on the ceiling. Y/N was all I could think about. She was just so different from what I expected. When I was growing up my nanny was older than my grandma. I assumed when my mom hired a nanny it would be a Nanny McPhee type old lady. Last night proved she was anything but.
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We met at the door at 8, I was a little early because it didn’t take me long to get ready, but I could hear Y/N through the bathroom door fussing with her hair or makeup or something. I just threw on my favorite sweater and some vintage pants I thrifted. Whatever she was doing in the bathroom was worth it. She practically floated down the staircase like a glowy femme dream.
“Ready ready?” She smiles.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I opened the door and gestured her through “It’s so weird driving again. On campus I just walk everywhere.”
“Oh! I can drive! I have a car as part of my contract. It’s the same kind your mom has.” She turns around to grab her keys but I grabbed her hand to stop her.
“I said I’d drive. Cmon” I opened the door to my car for her. It seemed like the nice thing to do.
“Thank you”
I didn’t know what to do, whether she wanted to talk or not. So I put a random playlist on shuffle and started driving. She really did look amazing. I tried to be a gentleman, but when she sat down her skirt rode up and revealed more of her thigh. She also had some sort of sparkle on her eyes that made them shimmer with the streetlights.
We pulled up to Bottoms and Y/N nearly jumped out of the car.
“I’m so excited! Your little sisters really can scream. I can handle a lot but they were not exactly angels this week.”
“Sorry to hear that. I’m sure you’re doing a great job though. They seem happy, I guess. Maybe they were just gassy” I felt myself tripping over my words. I don’t know how to talk about babies, especially babies I couldn’t bear the existence of.
“It’s okay! I’m really glad we’re all hanging out tonight. I’ll buy you a shirley temple to make up for yelling at you in your own home” Y/N winks and enters, immediately finding the group at our usual table. Everyone looks happy to see us. I gravitate more towards PJ and Josie and Y/N immediately went to the bar with Brittany and Isabel.
“So any stories about your hot nanny? Catch her in the shower yet?” PJ eggs me on.
“No. We haven’t really talked much yet. I don’t know what her deal is.”
I had been dancing with everyone for what felt like hours when Y/N left to get another drink. I felt her absence but wanted to keep dancing.
I saw her and PJ talking, getting really close to each other. I looked away quickly, not wanting to spy on them.
Y/N rejoins the dance floor and is magnetic. Her face lights up green blue and sparkly. Her smile takes up her whole face. Before I knew it she grabbed my hand and I was in shock. She dropped it, which broke my heart a little. I reattached to her and showed her how to do the moves I was doing. We had a great time dancing, getting closer and closer the more time went on.
I could feel her body heat. The texture of her shirt in my hands. I pressed closer and felt the curve of her waist. I wanted to be closer, but I knew she had at least 7 drinks tonight. I was completely sober. I heard the first notes of a popular song mixed with Y/N screaming.
“Oh my GOD this is MY SONG!” She twirled away from me and I reluctantly let go of her hand.
The next thing I knew she was standing on the bar top, microphone in hand, belting out the lyrics to “her song” with Brittany. I had never seen someone so confident. It was intimidating. She was so sure of herself and comfortable in her own skin. Her and Brittany broke out into a choreographed dance at the chorus, hanging onto each other and shaking their hips. It was moments like these I felt no better than a man. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
After their karaoke session ended, Brittany and Y/N tried to get safely off the bar. I ran over to help them like the little lesbian I am. Brittany was taller than Y/N so it was easy for her to jump off. Y/N seemed perplexed at how she was supposed to get down.
“Here, take my hand and you can slide off. I’ve got you.”
Our eyes meet and she looks confused. She leans in, and I’m starstuck. I wait for something to happen. She’s so close to me. She pulls my face in closer. Her lips meet my ears in a whisper “I’m scared of heights” she looks back at me with sad puppy eyes, then starts giggling.
“Y/N. Your feet are a foot off the ground. I will be right in front of you the-“ I’m knocked over by Y/N throwing herself at me.
We lay in a heap on the sticky bar floor, Y/N laughing as Josie and Isabel try to help her up. I grab onto PJ who pulls me up.
“Hazel, take her home.” She says to me.
“Yeah, got it” I go to Y/N who wraps me in a hug and whispers to me again.
“You saved me! Like Rapunzel! No. Like the guy. The handsome little knight.”
“Yeah, like a knight. We’re gonna go home now okay?” I tell her, guiding her outside as we say our goodbyes.
I get her into the passenger seat and try to make my way to the drivers side. Y/N grabs my hand once again. “Hazel you’re like a knight! Like a knight saving me! That’s so cute. I’m the princess, obviously.”
We get home and I end up carrying Y/N’s heels inside for her.
“Hazel, shush! My babies are SLEEPING!” She whips around to me as I close the door.
“I know Y/N. Babies sleeping. Now let’s get you sleeping. I’m going to get you some water. Can you go to your room? I’ll be right there.” I lead her to the staircase and she starts walking up.
When I got to her room, her clothes from the club were strewn all over the floor and she was tucked into bed wearing a matching pajama set.
“Hazel?” her voice searches for me.
“Yeah, I’m right here” I give her water and crouch down by her bedside. “Do you need anything?”
“Hazel I am drunk I think. Are you taking care of me?” She giggles and sips her water. Messy makeup looks good on her.
“Yes, I’m taking care of you. I drove you home and now you are going to go to sleep. I’m going to go back to my room, okay?” I pat her head and get up to leave.
“No.” I barely hear her plead. “Stay with me. Stay here”
“Okay Y/N. I’ll stay right here. I’m just gonna get ready for bed and I’ll come back. I’ll leave both doors open so you can see. Okay? Right back”
I tucked into her armchair and fell asleep, wondering what to make of this girl.
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James Dean Daydream - Henry Cavill/OFC Smut
TITLE: James Dean Daydream
CHAPTER NUMBER: 1/1
AUTHOR: Cinderella1181
WHICH Henry/CHARACTER: Henry Cavill/ Alli Sharp
GENRE: Romance/Comedy
FIC SUMMARY: Alli Sharp shows up to work and does not expect to see her ex there. The ex who went away one day, and practically the next was in a relationship with the blond tv actress. No goodbye, nothing. If Henry Cavill expects to get back in her good graces, he has a lot of work to do.
RATING: M (sex, language)
WARNINGS: Sexy sexy time.
AUTHORS NOTES: Ya’ll don’t even know, this here has been a struggle. But, it is done, and it is just the right amount of smutty and story telling!! Big thanks to @ladyaudiophile for beta-ing this for me! I appreciate her!
Taglist: @losille2000, @prizedham , @demivampirew, @iloveyouyen @sobeautifullyobsessed @i-am-an-invisible-ghost
Alli looked at the call sheet for the photo shoot, it was a lot of people she had worked with before. She scanned down to the end of the list and there was a name there she had hoped to never see again. Henry Cavill. She closed her eyes. This was going to be the most difficult photo shoot that she had ever been on, she could just feel it in her bones. She moved into the make up tent.
“Alli Bear!” Thomas said once he saw her. “Girl, thank god you are here, I thought I was going to have to deal with all these skinnies all day. Good to see they got some roundness around here.”
Alli laughed. “Nope, Carly and Jessa are on their way too. Thick sisters represent.” She snapped.
“Girl yes!” He snapped with her. “Let's get you glammed up fam.” He leaned in and kissed her as she sat in his chair. “Tell me everything about what you have been doing in the weeks since I have seen you.”
“You know.. Trying to take down the fashion industry one show at a time. I am actually going to London next week to be on the second season of Heidi and Tim’s show.” She grinned. “I am one of their plus models in the pool. It’s exciting.”
He grinned. “Girl you better slay that runway.”
“You know it.” She laughed.
The door of the trailer opened and closed. They both looked up and there he stood. He smiled, that megawatt smile of his and met her eyes. “Alli.” He said. Her name sounded like a prayer on his lips.
“Hen.” she replied, “It’s good to see you.”
“Yeah you too. Thomas, nice to see you again. I can go and come back later if that’s easier for you.”
“Boy sit down. Alli was just telling me about her fabulous year coming up.” He said. Alli turned his head and shot daggers at him. “Seems she is going to be in your part of the world.”
Henry sat in the chair next to her. “Yeah?”
She turned and looked at him. “Yeah, I am going to be in London for about six weeks,” she said quietly.
Henry’s blue eyes lit up. “Yeah?” He grinned. “I’d love to see you while you're there.”
Alli looked at him. “I am going to be working,” she said quietly.
“She’s gonna have time. Her number hasn’t changed.” Thomas said. “You should get a hold of her.”
“I think I will Thomas. I’ll wear her down to at least get drinks with me.” Henry grinned.
Alli rolled her eyes. “We will try and plan something, but if it doesn’t happen then it doesn’t happen.” She said.
Henry threw his hands up. “You got it.”
***
Henry stood off to the side looking at the various groupings of people who were taking photos together for this ad campaign. He tried to not stare, but she was there, and she was stunning. He had made it so the two of them would have to work together later in the day. For now he was content on watching her with the other models.
The photographer looked at the camera and smiled. “Okay ladies. Get in your next outfits. Henry, you're up.”
He smiled and headed towards the set. He paused as he passed Alli. “Can’t wait to see what you're going to do next.”
She looked at him and raised her eyebrow, saying nothing and heading to the dressing room. He grinned after her.
***
“Alli, Jameson needs you back on set,” the photographer's assistant said.
Alli looked at her and nodded. “In this outfit?” she asked. The assistant didn’t even answer. Alli sighed and went over to the set area. Henry was standing there, his arms across his massive chest.
Jameson smiled. “You look good Alli. Go head over by Henry.” He smiled.
Alli smiled and nodded. Henry didn’t even hesitate and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in to him, smiling down at her. “You look gorgeous.” He said, moving them just slightly as they worked through the pictures.
“You planned this didn’t you?” She asked.
“Maybe. But, these pictures are really going to help your career too. I am kinda a big deal.” He turned her so she was pressed against him.
“And still so damned humble.” She laughed, as his strong arm ran around her stomach. “It’s been nice seeing you today Hen.” She closed her eyes as he dropped his head to her neck. “I mean it. I am glad to see you doing well.”
“You still won’t forgive me?” He asked softly as he leaned her back.
“For basically having a fake romance and breaking my heart, yeah, that’s kinda hard to get over.” She said quietly.
He shifted them a little. Jameson had stopped barking orders and was just letting them move as they wanted too, she could only imagine the pictures he was getting, but she couldn’t even focus on them right now. Her focus was on Henry and his hands on her face. He looked down into her stormy grey green eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to do it. But, by the time I could get those words out it had been decided for me.”
She shrugged a little. They ended up with her head on his chest. She closed her eyes, she could feel his head rest on hers. “Forgiven.” She said quietly. “I understand I’m very much not the kind of girl your directors and publicists want to have you connected to.”
He moved and wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her soundly when she said that. He let his tongue probe into her mouth, fighting her for dominance. She melted into the kiss, into his arms. Suddenly the fact there was a room full of people did not even matter. All that mattered was that this beautiful man was kissing her.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her. “Fuck them. I have wanted you for the second I saw you Alli. Give me another chance please?”
She looked at him, as they stood back up. She moved away from him. “I...I have to think.” She stammered and turned and walked off set.
***
Alli was sitting in one of the chairs that were in the dressing room. She was finishing tying on her trainers and stood up to leave. She couldn’t make her escape from this place soon enough. She just wanted to get as far away from this place as she possibly could. She stepped out of the room, directly into the broad chest of Henry. She looked up at him. “My god, you don’t stop do you?”
“You liked my tenacity at one time.” He smiled at her. “Alli, come have dinner with me at my hotel. Please?”
“Hen.” She said quietly.
“Alli, please I am begging you, look I’ll get down on my knees.” He said and did just exactly that. “Please Allicat, please.”
A shiver went down her spine. She hadn’t heard that nickname since he had gone back to Los Angeles. She looked down at him, her hand reaching out, fingers playing in his hair. She sighed deeply. “Get up. That’s fine. Fine, you know you're irritating right?”
“I was aware. Don’t forget, older brothers.” Henry laughed. He stood up and smiled at her. “I’m at the Plaza.”
She shook her head. “Of course you are. No doubletree for you and your posh bottom.” She grinned. “I will be there later, let me go home and get this makeup off and get changed. Casual dinner, understood, casual.” She started to walk away.
He put his hands up in the air. “Casual is your request, it will be.” He smiled after her.
“And in the restaurant, not in your hotel room.” She stopped, turning and wagging her finger at him. “I am serious. No hotel room, no tight shirts, nothing, Do you hear me? You have to wear pants!”
Henry laughed a little. “Fine, fine, nothing fun, got it.” He said. “Go get ready. I will see you at seven.”
She nodded. “Seven.”
***
Alli walked into her apartment and began to strip off, heading into the bathroom and turning on the hot water in the shower and closing the curtain. She tossed clothes into the bin and stood there in her room looking at the mess it was. She shook her head. She was going to have to do laundry before she left for London. She went over to her closet and pulled out her most form flattering jeans, sparkly tank top, and cardigan that was very flattering.
She headed into the shower and washed up. She was having the age old crisis of does she shave to her knees, or everything. She sighed and decided to get the whole kit and caboodle, but she was not going to be wearing sexy underwear. No, it was going to be utilitarian and just tastefull. She contended that he had lost the privilege to see her in fancy underwear the day he didn’t call her to tell her he was breaking up with her.
TMZ was both a great source of entertainment to her, but also the bane of her existence. She could still feel the knife in her heart. The pictures and video of Henry with the blond actress were plastered across her tv. She had been in shock. She texted him and nothing came back to her. He just cut off his communication with her.
She tried to shake that feeling off as she finished getting ready. It was something that was deep in her heart. She had hoped that she would be over it, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t know if she would ever really be over the heartbreak.
She put the under garments on, finished getting dressed and looked in the mirror and sighed. “Unto the breach once more.” She muttered to herself as she headed out of the room.
***
Henry sat in the hotel bar. He had positioned himself so he could see her come in, but not many people could see him. It was a good place to just sit, relax and people watch. He looked at his watch and sighed. Ten minutes after seven. She always ran a little behind, so he was going to give her a little longer before he gave up.
He reached for his scotch and took a sip, intently looking at the door. He didn’t believe his eyes when she walked in. God she looked beautiful. She came into the bar, seeing him sitting there. She sat down in the chair across from him. “Sorry. Hershey was being dramatic.” She said. “You would think I did nothing with that dog at all. He was at the play place all day, but of course he didn’t want to go home.” She shook her head, reaching for his drink and taking a sip.
He smiled at her. This was what he had missed. Her coming in all in a huff, and just inserting herself into his life. He smiled, and pointed to his glass. “That’s mine.”
She looked at the tumbler in her hand and then at him. She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“No, no it’s fine.” He said. “I always loved that about you, come in in a rush and would just take over my drink.” He laughed. “I miss that.”
She sighed. “I miss that too.” She said quietly.
He sat forward a bit and looked at her. “I need to say something to you. I have to say these words, or I won’t be able to go on. I have to tell you what happened.”
“Hen..”
“No, please Allicat, I have to.” He sighed. “I went to LA and was ambushed by the team. Someone had gotten pictures of us. I had worked so hard at trying to keep you hidden.I wanted one thing in my life that was just, mine.” He ran his hand over his face and into his hair. “I worked so hard to keep you just for me. I was jealous, I was selfish, and now I know that was wrong. l should have worn you proudly on my arm. I was not ashamed of you at all. I never could be, you, with that body and that smile.”
He took her hand in his. “I loved you, I wanted you. I still want you. I had no choice in the matter then, but now, I do. And screw em. I want you Alli. I want you to be on my arm, I want you to be in my bed. I want you.”
She looked away from him, tears running down her cheeks. “Henry don’t.”
“Alli, you and I fit together like a lock and a key. I want that again. Give me a chance, give me the chance to prove to you that I am serious.” He kissed the back of her hand. “All I am asking for is a chance.I wasn’t in that place in my career then, but I am not. I can choose who I am with.”
“And I am who you choose?” She looked at him.
“A hundred times over and over. Alli, you are the one that got away from me. Let me try. Please?” He asked. “I am just asking for a chance.”
She looked at him, and with the slightest movement, nodded yes.
***
“You mean to tell me that in the last four years, the longest relationship you’ve had is like.. 8 months?” Alli looked at him.
“Yup, all short and sweet.” He replied.
“We dated for almost two and half years.” She said quietly.
He nodded. “I know. I am telling you, you are the one that got away from me.”
Alli sat back in the chair. She crossed her arms. “Wow.” She reached and took a sip of her wine from the glass in front of her. “I can’t believe it.”
“What about you? What was your longest in that time?” Henry asked, as he popped a piece of his dinner into his mouth.
She looked at him. “Fourteen months.” She shrugged. “And then another for about 10 months. That was it.”
He grinned at her, that cheshire cat grin that he had. “Was I the one that got away from you as well?”
Alli shrugged. “I mean, if that makes you feel better about the abysmal relationships that we have had since then, sure.” She smiled a little. “You broke my heart, honestly Hen, broke it in two. I was so shattered. Here was this man who I had been carefully dating, and hiding with, and enjoying every second of our quiet bliss, and then you went and did that. I just. I don’t know, I was shattered, and then she was skinny and blond…”
“Yeah, I didn’t choose her. If that had been a choice I would have just come back to New York to get you and bring you out. It was a showmance. My god, we didn’t even have sex. Like, she was just doing a job It was sad. The whole time I was like, I should have fought a little harder. I was stupid Alli, honestly. I should have fought for us.”
She nodded. “I agree.” She smiled. “Wait, you mean to tell me that she never once made a pass at you?”
“Nope.”
“Was she blind?” Alli inquired. “I mean seriously. You're beautiful.”
She watched him smile. “You still think I am handsome.”
She rolled her eyes. She waved to the male waiter that was walking by. “Question, do you think he is handsome? Like, not in a sexual way, but, just, in a specimen kind of way.”
He looked at Henry and nodded. “Honestly he’s kinda goals.”
Alli grinned. “Thank you.” She laughed. “You’re handsome to everyone buddy. Hate to break it to you.”
“Yeah but you think I’m beautiful, and probably sexy, you just don’t want to say it.” Henry grinned at her.
She shook her head. “You're not going to win me over that easily. Nice try buddy.” Alli grinned at him. She sat there quietly for a second. “I have missed this, this easiness with you.” She sighed. “I always enjoyed the fact that we could either sit in silence in the room together or we could be talking a mile a minute, but it was just nice, the two of us.”
He reached out and took her hand. She watched as he kissed the back of it. “You were by far the best thing in my life. I miss us. I miss that too. I miss sitting on my computer gaming and you reading a book, and just glancing up and seeing you smile at something in your book. I always loved that.” He smiled a little.
She grinned at him. “I’d sit and watch you, for hours playing with your head set on. You’d get so excited, it is always fun to see.” She smiled.
He sighed. “Why did I let this happen to us? You know by this time, we would have been married at least three years.” Henry looked at her. “I had the ring all ready to go.”
Alli looked away. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say words like that. I can’t take it.”
Henry looked away from her. He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. He sighed. “I would have married you in a heartbeat. I would have been yours, we would have had a beautiful wedding and you and I would have a kid or two besides Kal.” He looked at her. “We can still have that now. You and I can still make this work Alli.” He said quietly. “You and I can be together.”
She looked at him and sighed. “I don’t know if I can do it.” She responded.
“All I am asking for is a chance. Please, A chance for you to see that I am serious. Can I please have that?” Henry asked.
She looked at him. “I...I need to use the restroom. I will be back. I’m not running away, I just...I need a moment.” She stood up. “Here… hold my purse.”
He smiled. “Collateral. I like it.” He nodded. “Take your time and think.”
Alli stood and walked to the bathroom, digesting everything that she had just heard. She went in, thankful that there was a little seating area in it. She sat on the edge of the armchair and looked at her hands. He loved her, he had never wanted to cheat on her. He admitted it was wrong, but could she really believe him.
Could the two of them weather the storm? She hoped so. Her body ached being near him. Every ounce of her wanted to be close to him. He was a mega star now and she was coming up in the modeling world. Now would make a lot more sense for them to be a couple than it had been before.
She stood, walking over to the sinks and looked in the mirror. She sighed, she had no idea what she was going to do. The only thing she did know was that she wanted him. They were an excellent couple together. She had to give him another chance. She straightened her cardigan and headed back out there.
Alli had never been one to be exceptionally bold, but she was going to do this. She walked up to him, took his face in both of her hands and kissed him. He still tasted the same, he still felt the same under her lips. She kissed him for a few seconds, finally breaking it and sitting back down in her chair. She looked at him, as he sat there in stunned silence. “Fuck it.. I have wanted to be with you since the day I met you.”
“You mean it?’ Henry asked.
“I do.” Alli replied. “I really do.”
“Well then, let me get the check.” He said waving for the waiter
All that she could do in that moment was chuckle. “Don’t waste time do you?”
“Not when it comes to bedding you. I hope you don’t have anything going on tomorrow, cause you are going to be indisposed.” He replied.
“How is something that is gonna take 15 minutes tops gonna keep me busy all night?” Alli asked.
“Not funny.” He smirked. “Not funny at all.”
***
Alli stood close to Henry in the elevator. His hand engulfed hers and he held onto it for dear life. He wasn’t going to let her go this time. This was the girl that he wanted, the girl that he had dreamed about. This was the one that all of his hopes and dreams rested on. He leaned in and kissed her head. “I am glad you decided to not hold out on your no sex promise.” He said. “I was hoping I could wear you down.”
She laughed at him and shook her head. “You can be very persuasive if you need to be.” She replied.
Henry grinned. “Oh I know I can be.” He laughed a little. Finally the elevator dinged and the doors opened up. He led her out of the elevator, down the hall and stopped at a room that said simply suite next to it. He pulled out his key card, opening the door and holding it for her. “After you my dear.” He said.
He watched as Alli walked into the room. He felt like he was really watching her walk back into his life. That simple act of her crossing the threshold was all he needed. He followed in behind her and shut the door, closing and locking it for the night.
He watched as Alli came in, set her purse down, took off her shoes and went and sat on the small couch in the living room area. She smiled up at him. “Are you coming to sit with me or what?” She asked.
Henry grinned at her and went over and sat down with her. As soon as he was on the couch she was moving towards him, kissing him. He grabbed her tight and held her close to him. He maneuvered her so she was sitting on his lap. Henry let his hands rest on her hips. She sat up, looking down at his face after the broken kiss.
“I have missed your kisses more than I can begin to tell you.” She smiled and leaned down and kissed him again. She sat up once again and took off her cardigan, tossing it aside. Henry looked up at her and grinned. His hands ran up under her shirt and pulled it up to expose her creamy white skin to him. He leaned in and kissed her in the valley between her breasts. “So, about my underclothes…” She started.
“Did you have a Briget Jones moment?” He asked.
Alli laughed. “Yes I did. I promise you, next time, sexy.” She grinned as he pulled her shirt off over her head.
“You could wear a rain coat and welly boots and long pajamas and I would think you were sexy darling.” He smiled at her. He kissed right under her breast. “Anything you have on is sexy I am sure.”
He let her unbutton the shirt he was wearing and her hands instantly went into the hair on his chest. He moaned and she smiled. “I missed this, your fur coat.”
He chuckled. “You're about the only person who has ever missed it.” He shifted so that she could remove the shirt from him completely. “Most of the girls I've dated have just wanted me to shave it or wax it.”
“No! Never. It’s wonderful. It makes you look like a real man.” She leaned in and kissed him. “I love it and I want you to always have it.”
Henry smiled at her. “Deal.”
He ran his hands down the front of her, cupping her breasts as he did. He stopped and looked at her. “What?” She asked.
“Nothing, just, I can’t believe you are here again. I can’t believe that you and I are together in all of this. I have wanted nothing more than to have this moment and here you are. Sitting on my lap, with your shirt off. Pinch me this must be a…..oww son of a …” His hand went to his nipple that had just been tweaked.
Alli laughed from her vantage point above him. “That help you know it’s not a dream?”
Henry pulled a face. “You're so funny. I forgot how much I do not miss this part of your personality.” He wrapped his hands under her thighs. In one swift motion he managed to stand up holding her in his arms. “I am going to make you suffer for that.”
She giggled. “I am greatly looking forward to this form of punishment. I’ve obviously been a very naughty girl.” She kissed all over his face. “I always did like it when you punished me this way.”
He smiled at her and plopped her on the bed. He looked down at her, she was just in her jeans, and her bra. He stood between her legs, leaning over her a little and placing his hand in the center of her chest. “I had forgotten what this sight looked like.” He smiled. “I do however remember how much I love this look.” He let it drag down to the button on her pants. He pulled at it, opening it and unzipping her pants in one smooth move. He could feel her quiver.
It had been too long since they had been this close to each other, but he remembered every fine detail of her, everything that she liked. He grabbed her jeans and her panties all at the same time. He tugged at them and she lifted her hips as he tugged them down her. He saw her sex already glistening with excitement and it caused the partial erection that he had to roar to life.
He divested her of her clothing and knelt before her. He took her leg in his hand and kissed the top of her foot, the inside of her ankle, her calf. He reached her knee and he heard her let out the breath she was holding and take in another. He looked up at her, placing a kiss on her knee and then up every inch of her thigh. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her core to him. He simply blew on the wetness there, sending a shiver all over her body. She watched intently as he ignored the gift he wanted, and treated her other leg to the same treatment that he had given her first leg.
“Henry please.” Alli pleaded with him. “Please, take your time later.”
He shifted himself forward and lifted both of her legs onto his shoulders and pulled her to the end of the bed. “I have to punish you for being naughty.” He smiled. He moved in closer to her core and let his tongue lick at her most sensitive bud. She arched her back and brought her sex closer to his mouth in one movement. He pressed his face between her thighs and began his delicate work manipulating her sex with his tongue.
Henry became focused in his work, and the sounds that he was eliciting from her mouth. He had missed this, the sound of her as she writhed in pleasure. He had to stop soon and fill her or he was going to make this all an embarrassingly short interlude. He moved his mouth away from her and moaned. “I forgot how sweet you tasted.” He continued to hold on to her legs, dropping them over his arms as he stood up. “But I need you Alli, my god, I have never needed anyone as much as I need you now.” He managed to get out.
He dropped his hands to the front of his pants, thanking his lucky stars he had thought to undo his button when he started his work. He unzipped the front of his slacks and tugged his pants down. Once he was free he paused at her entrance. “Are you ready? You still want me?”
Alli nodded. “Oh my stars yes, please Henry.” She managed to get out.
He grinned and pressed himself into her, slowly, inch by inch until he had bottomed out in her. He placed his hands on either side of her, her hips canted up as he had her legs captured. He moaned. “Fuck Alli, fuck.” He pulled his hips out slowly and pressed back into her. He felt her shiver when he did.
That was all he needed before he began to repeat the motion. Over and over he pulled his hips from her and pushed them back in. He had forgotten how good she felt surrounding him, how every inch of her was created in just the way he liked it. No one had ever felt like this, this was the girl who was made for him. Every part of her knew exactly what he craved. He knew that this was not going to be the time that would be slow. He was aware as he pumped his hips in and out of her that this was going to be the time that he didn’t last as long as he could, but he didn’t care. He was going to make her his over and over.
He knew he was getting close to her release. He knew the sound of her excitement as it grew. He shifted a little, letting one of his hands smack at her ass, the resounding crack in the room and her gasp was enough to know that he would soon be met with the onslaught of her orgasm.
He pressed his hips forward just a few times more before he felt her pleasure grab him. The velvet of her walls crashed down on him and pulled him into her deeper. He moaned, throwing his head back as the feeling spurred him on. He grunted, the vice grip around him not letting him move as well as he had wanted.
He felt his own release begin to percolate just beneath the surface. He completed just a few more revolutions of his hips before he felt his heat erupt into her. He tried to keep moving but he ended up stuttering to a stop as he filled her. He stayed connected with her, until he finally found the strength to shift them into the bed and collapsed next to her. He watched as her arm was across her eyes, panting, saying nothing.
She finally moved her head and looked at him. “Damn.”
He laughed a little. “Yes damn.” He replied. “I missed that.”
“So did I.” She said. “A whole lot.”
“Stay the night?” Henry asked.
She nodded, moving to rest her head on his chest. “You have a lot of time to make up for.” She yawned.
“Well I can’t make it all up in one night.” He said.
“No but you can try.” She grinned. “You sure as hell can try.”
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Ch 10 So You Wanna Spin
Max swings open the bright red motel door with a welcome door knocker with an orange chili pepper wearing a sombrero on it. His eyes try to make sense of what he is seeing and he loses his grip on his suitcase in surprise. The room is a lot. Liz’s mouth gapes open as she takes in the shades of white, red, orange and yellow in chili peppers on every visible surface- from the carpet to the wall paper to the comforter on the bed.
Max takes a tentative step into the room and a few chords of a popular Red Hot Chili Peppers song ring out. “What the heck?” Max looks around, confused. He takes a step back into the cement hallway, then a steps forward back into the room.
“Give it away, give it away, now!” The Red Hot Chili Peppers ring out once again and Liz giggles.
“The room is trying to give us a hint.” Liz smirks at Max, rolling her pink suitcase into the room. It is the ugliest thing she has ever seen and she is absolutely obsessed with the dedication it took to make it look that way. Not one object in the room isn’t pepper themed.
“Do you think all the rooms are like this? Surely they have multiple sets of pepper sheets” Max eyes the motel sheets worriedly. He usually stays at much nicer hotels.
“Que demonios? Does it smell like enchiladas in here to you?” Liz sniffs the air absolutely convinced she can smell grilled chili peppers. She follows the scent to the bathroom, which is just as covered in peppers from the tiles to the toilet seat. “I found the smell! There’s a Tex Mex scented candle in the bathroom.” Liz calls out to Max.
“They just left that lit? That’s a fire hazard.” Max answers her, concerned. He hopes this place is up to fire code.
“Don’t worry, I blew it out Grandpa.” Liz sasses him from the other room, a little disoriented by all the colors and patterns mixed together in the bathroom.
“You tease but candles are a leading cause of house fires, Liz.” Max shakes his head. “So, our best hope for finding an open tire shop is in the morning since they are all closed. What do you want to do for dinner? I can let you go crazy in that sketchy vending machine we passed outside or we can see if the bar across the street has food?”
Liz comes out of the bathroom, coiling her long dark hair up into a bun and back down again. “Let’s try the bar across the street. All bars have wings and burgers, right? The snacks in that vending machine are probably as old as this carpet.”
“You’re not wrong.” Max laughs before turning serious. “Hey, don’t let me get drunk. I don’t want to fall on this psychedelic carpet when we come back.” He gestures at the black, orange and yellow carpet with a mirage that makes it look like there are 3D red jalapenos flying across the floor.
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The Mineshaft Tavern is a rowdy panhandling pioneer themed dive bar covered in a smoky haze. Like most small towns, the locals can still smoke inside. In the background, there are off key locals singing karaoke on stage over crackling speakers.
“Oh, Max, karaoke might be fun!” Liz looks up at Max imploringly and he avoids her doe eyed trap.
“Let’s see if we can find something to eat first” He half smiles down at her hoping she forgets about the idea, heading for an empty wooden table that is probably older than they are.
A middle aged brunette waitress comes over and sets down two menus with jaunty gold toothed panhandlers on the cover. “Hi, I’m Lisa. How can I get you started?”
“We need two shots of top shelf tequila and two waters, please.” Liz beams at the waitress. After the waitress walks off to get their orders, she explains to Max, “Tequila will replace the electrolytes you lost sweating in the heat.”
“I’m not sure that’s true, Liz. Alcohol dehydrates the body.” Max raises an eyebrow at her. Liz is the smartest person he knows but everyone who lives in the desert knows to watch their alcohol intake around the heat.
“Sure, if you drink the whole bottle. The lime and salt have electrolytes too. Who’s the scientist here?” Liz smiles at the waitress as she sets down their drinks.
“You are.” Max rolls his eyes goodnaturedly. “I don’t really drink liquor.”
“Give me your wrist.” Liz instructs him sternly. Max looks at her confused, but doesn’t hesitate to slide his arm palm up across the table towards her. When he gets close enough, Liz lifts his large wrist with her small hand towards her face. Waiting until Max looks into her eyes, she licks a line along the seam of his wrist, tasting the salt of his skin and his cologne. At his gasp of surprise, she smiles, bringing his arm gently back to the table to sprinkle salt where she just licked.
Liz extends her arm across the table in invitation and Max follows suit, gently cradling her much smaller wrist in his large hand as he brings it up to his lips. He nips her wrist softly once, before running his tongue along the inside of her wrist and returning her arm to the table. Based on how flushed she is, it effects Liz as much as it effected him. Max sprinkles salt across her wet skin then waits for further instructions.
Liz leans down and licks the salt from Max’s skin, her long dark hair briefly covering her face before taking her shot. She watches him lick the salt from her skin and take his own shot before placing a lime in her mouth. Gesturing to come closer, Liz waits for Max to come share the lime.
Surprising her, Max cups her cheeks and pulls her closer, pecking her lips before slipping his tongue inside. He pulls back with the lime, smirking at her as he settles back in his seat and sets the lime next to his water glass. Liz looks a little dazed after their kiss.
Max clears his throat. “So what are you going to order?”
“Hmm?” Liz looks up at him confused. She was daydreaming about doing another one of those shots.
“I’m thinking about getting a burger, although you can never go wrong with wings.” Max looks from one item to the other. If he orders the burger with the fried egg and bacon on it, Liz will just tease him for eating a heart attack with a bun. But if he orders the one flame rated barbecue wings, Liz will think he’s a wuss. He will get all the spicy he needs from kissing her after whatever terrifying concoction she orders.
“I’m going to get these fire loco wings. They claim no one can handle them but I’ve been eating spicy since I was a toddler so I think I’ll be alright. There’s no way they compare to Papi’s diablo sauce.” Liz closes her menu decisively.
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“I can’t believe I got you to do karaoke!” Liz bounces happily across the dusty white rock parking lot back towards their motel room.
“You hypnotized me with your Bambi eyes and tequila. I had no chance.” Max pouts before perking right back up. “We sounded just like Rachel and Finn on Glee.”
“I didn’t know you watched that show. No wonder you suggested ‘Don’t Stop Believing’” Tequila makes Liz bouncy and she’s practically skipping to keep up with Max’s longer legs.
“You can’t tell anybody but I watch it with my sister sometimes.” Max tells her, completely serious. In high school, his sister tried to create a Glee club at their private school but there were so few students that it was practically just the two of them singing songs at assemblies. He makes a mental note to have Noah hide all the evidence of that ever happening before Liz comes over for family dinner.
“I promise, I won’t. Besides,” Liz pokes Max’s side playfully and he jumps a little because he’s ticklish in that spot. “I think it’s sexy that you’re so close with your family.”
Max smiles lopsidedly at her, pulling out the sparkly jalapeño keychain as they approach their room. Swinging open the door, they are once again overwhelmed by the decor.
“Why would someone put a bright illusion carpet in a room across the street from a bar?” Liz muses, feeling a little disoriented by the flying jalapeno illusion.
“Don’t worry. I’ll carry you across it to safety.” Max bends down, offering Liz a piggyback ride. They’re only a little bit tipsy so she doesn’t see the harm in hopping up onto his back.
Max rises up with Liz on his back and steps across the threshold, startling as the bouncy Red Hot Chili Peppers song rings out. Then he has trouble finding his footing due to the busy carpet and finds himself swaying with Liz on his back. “I’m going down, Liz!” He warns, rolling over to cushion her fall on the way down as she squeals from the sudden drop.
Liz stares down at Max, catching her breath. “You okay? We probably shouldn’t spend prolonged time on this carpet. It’s seen things.”
“Oh my god, Liz, I dropped you! I’m so sorry.” Max kisses her left eye, then her right eye, then her nose. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, you cushioned my fall.” Liz rests her forehead on his, her breath brushing his cheek each time she exhales.
“Then I’m okay.” Max’s voice softens like it does when he is asking her something personal. It’s his Liz Voice. “Do you want to get ready for bed or…”
“I definitely think we should go to bed. I don’t want to wait anymore, Max.” Liz looks down at him nervous he will find a reason to delay things once again.
Max looks up at Liz relieved they are having the same thought. “Me neither.” He clears his throat, a bit choked up before rumbling out a joyful laugh. “I consent. I’m going to eat you out until you’re begging to ride me.”
Liz gasps and pushes back, brushing against his growing erection. For a second, Max thinks he has said something wrong until he realizes she has a coy smile and she brushes against his erection again. “Not on this dirty carpet though.”
“What carpet? Oh! Oh.” Max realizes he is laying across a carpet from the 70s that would definitely light up bright blue with a black light and sits up quickly. Liz wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She clings to his torso like a koala as he stands up from the carpet, heading to the much less shady looking white and jalapeno printed bed set.
When he is over the bed and it is safe, he drops Liz playfully and she hits the bed with a bounce and a squeal. They kiss furiously, all tongues and wet and teeth until Max suddenly pulls back breathing heavily. “I need to be naked with you.”
“Si” Liz agrees, whipping her pink top up over her head and tossing it at Max.
He growls at her, trying to pull his navy button up over his head before it gets stuck on his ears. Liz pulls his shirt back down and his mouth back to hers, getting to work on unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Max runs his hands down her sides, gripping two handfuls of ass and pulling her closer to grind against each other in their jeans.
Liz bites her lip and looks up at him through her lashes, unbuttoning the top button of his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Max toes off his boots and shucks off his jeans, leaving them in a forgotten pile on the floor. He crawls back onto the bed in just his black boxer briefs, tattoos on full display.
He climbs on top of Liz and nibbles his way up her neck, his hands deftly undoing the four button closure of her jeans in between them. She smells like vanilla, desert rose and something spicy and he is completely intoxicated by it. She wiggles out of her jeans and looks up at him through her long dark lashes, feeling the significance of the moment.
Liz nips along the edge of his jaw, running a small hand along his abdomen towards his boxers.
“Not yet.” Max chastises her, stopping her hand at his navel with his own larger one.
Liz flops back onto the pillows in frustration, hooking her legs around Max’s waist trying to pull him closer. “What’s the problem?”
“I want to savor you. I’ve wanted this a long time.” Max allows her to pull him in between her legs, then holds himself up above her like he is doing a pushup above her. Liz grunts at him in frustration and he laughs, rolling his hips against her center one time. He nuzzles into her neck, breathing in the salt of her skin. “How did you get this scar?” He whispers, running his tongue along a 1” scar along her neck.
“My sister was really manic and accidentally stabbed me.” Liz runs a nail along Max’s side inspecting one of his tattoos.
“That tattoo is from my 21st birthday. I got very drunk and woke up with that. That’s why I don’t often drink liquor. Now, can you stop being sassy and let me make love to you for at least an hour?” Max pecks Liz’s lips, raising an eyebrow at her in challenge.
Liz raises an eyebrow back at him. “You think you’re going to last for an hour?”
“I’ve been trying not to touch you every day for over a month while working in close proximity to you. I plan on dragging this out for hours.” He kisses her again before she can think up a comeback, their tongues stroking against each other. He can’t get enough of the way she tastes of the way her body feels underneath his.
They kiss, separating long enough for Liz to whip off her bra so quickly that Max almost wonders if it is magic. The last time he saw her topless and laid out before him was at the convention where they met. He wasn’t sober enough to fully appreciate the view like he does now, and he swears he will never take her body for granted again.
Max cups her breasts, perky and the perfect size to fit in the palm of his hand with her mauve nipples peaking as the hotel AC clicks on. He circles them with his thumbs and pushes them together, nuzzling into the valley between them.
“You’re so fucking luscious.” Max bites the swell kissing one and then the other, savoring the salty taste of her skin before taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking on the tender flesh.
Liz gasps and arches, her fingers combing through his dark waves and latching on to pull his head closer. Max traces the nipple with his tongue and scrapes along the tip with his teeth, smiling when Liz’s fingernails dig into his scalp as a warning.
“It’s payback time, Elizabeth.” Max smolders down at her.
“For what?” Liz asks breathlessly, her fingers gently running through his hair as he begins licking the left breast.
“For weeks of short pencil skirts, looking like a librarian fantasy in my cruiser and smelling like heaven but not being allowed to touch you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. I haven’t masturbated this much since I hit puberty, Liz.” Max sucks the other nipple roughly, nipping her hard enough to make her gasp.
“So you’re going to punish my nipples because you got chafed? You tortured me too, you know.” Liz’s eyes are on Max’s mouth where he has pulled back, close but no longer touching her. She can feel his breath washing across her wet skin.
“You got yourself off when you went home? How often?” Max rolls her nipple between his fingers while he waits on her to answer him.
“Every night.” Liz admits, avoiding his eyes and suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“What did you think about while you got yourself off, Liz?” He needs this to be the same on both sides, for her to have been going crazy not being able to touch him either.
Her cheeks are flush before finally she admits, “You.”
“Jesus. I can’t wait to hear you begging me to let you come.” Max starts sucking her nipple again, and Liz drags her nails along the back of his skull causing a shot of icy heat to run down his spine.
Max settles between her legs and they shamelessly make out, rubbing against each other. Liz manages to wiggle her fingers down the back of his boxer briefs, nails biting into his ass and knees pressed against his ribs. Max feels like his brain is completely rebooting from all of the contact, which is crazy because he is hardly a virgin but the things this woman does to him are unreal.
Liz’s hand is on the move again and suddenly her warm fingers wrap around his hard cock. Max groans and thrusts into her hand seeking friction. Liz tilts her hips down, providing wiggle room for her fingers which slide further into his pants. Nipping the edge of his jaw, she asks. “You know what I think?”
“Hm?” Max answers, lifting his hips to give her more room to explore.
“Before you fuck my pussy, I want you to fuck my hand.” Max’s cock kicks in her hand at the idea as her fingers glide along the shaft. “And my mouth, of course.”
“Jesus christ, Liz.” Max has taken the Lord’s name in vain more times in 5 minutes in bed with Liz than he has in his entire life and he can’t seem to stop himself. Maybe taking the edge off is a good idea. Then his mind will be clear to dish out more to Liz when it is his turn.
He rolls onto his back and Liz straddles his thighs in just her black thong, long black hair cascading down her back and curling in waves around her nipples. She places a palm on the center of his chest, mouth hovering just over his. She sucks his bottom lip and slips her hand inside his boxers, pulling his cock out.
Sitting up, she rubs her thong covered sex along his shaft, and they both gasp at the feeling of just being separated by thin fabric. On the next stroke forward, Liz slides his cock under the crotch of her panties so he’s gliding across her most sensitive bare skin.
“Oh fuck, Liz.” Max’s eyes roll up and his erection jumps in her hand as the head glides past her clit. He holds onto her thighs trying to hold on to his last shred of control.
“Don’t come yet if you want my mouth on you.” Liz warns him and Max lets her torture him. He lays back and enjoys the view as she shifts to kneel between his thighs, naked apart from her panties which are askew from their grinding.
She wraps one hand around his shaft and cups his balls with the other and bows forward. Her eyes stay on Max as her tongue drags from the base of his shaft to the ridge. She lets out a breath and presses a kiss to the tip. Her dark hair cascades across his thighs and she places wet open mouthed kisses along his shaft. She takes him a few inches then suddenly pops off, the AC hitting his wet sensitive skin.
“Hey, Max?” Liz purrs at him.
Max grunts a response because he isn’t sure he is capable of speaking right now.
“Can you hold this for me so it’s not in the way? Please?” Liz wraps her long hair up into a loose ponytail and Max quickly replaces her hands with his so he can get her mouth back on him again. He is happy to help.
Liz grins against the head of his erection, thinking she has him right where she wants him. Max wraps her hair once around his wrist to make sure it is completely out of her way and Liz takes him back into her mouth. She teases him, not allowing him in very deep and just sucking the tip of his erection before Max finally has enough and growls.
Liz pulls him in deeper, bracing her weight on his thighs. “I’m going to come soon, Liz.” Max warns her, thrusting up experimentally. When Liz groans at him controlling her movement, he does it again. “Liz, I’m gonna…” He warns her again, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head when she takes him deeper instead of pulling away as he comes.
As soon as he regains control of his mind and his body, Max grabs Liz by the waist and flips her onto her back. He captures her swollen, wet lips and sweeps his tongue inside kissing her. She tries to wrap her legs around his waist and rub on him again but he shifts so his legs are bracketing hers and sits down on her thighs to keep them tight together preventing any friction.
“Oh, no you don’t. It’s my turn and I have weeks of torture to make up for.”
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Change Your Mind
Chris (The Destroyer) X Curvy WoC
Warnings: M for Mature (SMUT), fluff
A/N: This is a build from my original story that I wrote month back called Dust to Dust. I’m fascinated by Chris’ character and decided to not take the same path for his character in the movie.
The flames are a harsh contrast to the bitter cold wind that whips past him, ices over his ears as he checks on the grilled chicken. The smell of mixed spices takes over his nostrils, distracts him temporarily from the sound of laughter and chatter that escapes from within the town home.
He was meeting your parents for the first time.
Dating for nearly two years and you had broached it casually and cautiously how you wanted to invite them over for dinner. You had been wrapped up in his arms, the short, sparkly gold dress you had opted to wear for New Years Eve gleaming under the moonlight with the faded jean jacket he had thrown over your shoulders, the both of you stepping out of your friends party to have a moment to yourselves.
He had wanted to say no. This had already gone on long enough - you and him - but every time he mustered an ounce of courage to tell you he was done, looking into your full eyes he always, always backed down. He was ashamed of his weakness - he was no good for you. He saw the questioning glances that your friends shot his way whenever you both entered a room, not understanding how you were so in love with someone like him.
You didn’t care. You told him all the time, convinced him enough to finally move in. To get him to come out and be a part of your world - to meet your friends who wore expensive clothes and drove fancy cars and talked about having mortgages and vacationing in Europe. To host game nights with your brother and your sister, meeting their partners for the first time as you all scarfed down pizza and yelled at the other. You were testing him, getting him comfortable with you, leading up to this moment.
He closes the heavy, metal grill and rubs his hands together, blowing on them. It was only February and the California weather kept shifting from blistery cold to warmth and he was stuck outside with the thin, maroon button down you had kindly asked him to wear for the occasion, one of two of the only nice shirts he owned.
He turns around, watches the way you smile as you chat enthusiastically with your mother and sister, your hands busy chopping radicchio, kale and tomatoes while checking on the cinnamon apples that were cooking nearby. You were wearing a cherry wine dress, long sleeved that flared out around your thighs in a fun teasing way. Thigh high stockings that your mother had clicked her tongue too (“do you really think a girl with your frame should wear things like that out”) though she complimented the long gold necklace you had paired with it, the long thick waves in your hair. You both planned on going out after, you promised him anywhere he wanted and he wonders if its because you know your parents would never approve of him - that he wasn’t enough and you wanted to take his mind off of the knowledge.
“Mind if I join you?”
The deep, gruff voice comes from your father who’s opened the patio door - has two beers in his hands as he closes the glass behind him. It mutes the soft indie rock that floats from your living room speakers, leaving the both of them to the muffled sound of cars occasionally passing by, the sound of gas feeding the fire in the grill, birds chirping.
“No, it’d be nice to have company.”
You had your mother's looks, her hips and face shape and eyes and smile, but your personality was just a boxed version of your fathers. Humor and wit that was charming, drew you in knowingly and then an edginess that took you off guard, made you fumble over your words. He even had an intimidating name, Duke, regal and confident.
He had already put his foot in his mouth with the older gentleman five minutes into meeting him. He had no idea how the hell he was supposed to survive a casual conversation while he grilled chicken. Figured he’d pray the chicken would finish before he could figure it out.
“Chicken smells good.” Duke says now, handing over the beer to him and he takes it happily, pulls his key chain out to pop open the familiar bottle. Does the same for your father.
“Your daughter is a great cook. It's been marinating overnight, should be good.”
Duke nods, takes a sip and watches him carefully. Chris shifts, lifting the grill to check on the cooking meat though he knows nothing has changed since he’s checked on it two minutes back. He’s had a gun placed to his head, the threat of death just a click away and he was nowhere near as terrified then as he is now
in this moment.
“What do you do again, Chris?”
Chris looks over at him, places the hood of the grill down.
“I own a small mechanic shop in the county over.”
“Mechanic,” Duke mules the words I’m his mouth, “Trade you learned?”
“I was always fussing around with cars. Ran in my family - my grandfather was a mechanic, my dad. After I got my GED figured might as well take over the shop.”
“GED?” Duke takes another sip, watches him carefully and Chris nods slowly.
“Yep.”
He’s never felt more ashamed of his life choices than he does in this moment, couldn’t imagine what your dad would do if he knew that there was a duffel bag full of 100′s hiding in the closet upstairs that he’s been trying to figure out how to get out of the house since Tuesday. Didn’t want to tell him about the two 9mm’s he kept locked up under the bed, that he invested in a whole new security system because he couldn’t trust that Silas and one of his goddamn crew members wouldn’t get the hint that he was done with that life and that he just wanted to be a goddamn mechanic.
“How’d you meet my daughter again?”
“We were at a bar. She challenged me to pool and nearly won.” Chris takes a sip now, eyeing him and Duke nods slowly, clearing his throat.
“And now you both live together, in this nice house she bought herself after she got promoted to marketing director of the company she’s been working at, cooking dinner on her grill.”
The bite of it hurts, what he was inferring and Chris sticks a hand into his pocket, flickers his eyes away. He knows what he was thinking.
‘Why are you wasting my daughters time?’
He doesn’t voice it, Chris knows. Knows it’s what most people in your life ask when you pull him into your world happily. He was becoming exhausted of the feeling.
“You’ve impressed her,” Duke chuckles almost skeptically. “You know, my little girl isn’t an easy one to impress. Most men she dates….bore her. But you’ve been stained on her tongue for two years now, wrapped in her heart and I wonder what it is. You seem good enough a man. I can tell you love her at least as much as she loves you. But what can you bring her outside of happiness and a home?”
Duke shakes his head, stares out at the horizon.
“You want me to break up with her.” Chris doesn’t have to question it, knows it and it makes him want to cower upstairs, to sit next to the Akita-Shepherd dog, Apollo, that you both had adopted five months back together and be reminded that something outside of you loved him.
“I want you to be able to be a good man to her. I don’t fucking care that you have a GED and your a mechanic. You’re a working man. But I need to know you can take care of her. Need to know she’ll be okay if she gives herself completely to you. I understand that loving look you both share with each other...it's not going to go away even if you left. I want her to be happy and I want to make sure you can keep her happy.”
It takes Chris off guard, makes him look over at the older man questioningly as he takes another sip. He was raising a white flag, knew that his opinion didn’t matter. He was trying to give his blessing.
“I know I’m not good enough for her but I love her. I’d do anything to keep her happy.”
Duke looks over at him, gives a faint smile in the waning light.
“Good,” he takes another sip of his beer, hesitates before he asks, “....she tell you yet?”
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Chris stares down at the small, plastic device that sits on top of the granite bathroom sink, daunting as it unassumingly stares back at him. Bold, blue lines that glare back up through the natural light of your master bathroom, the result undeniable.
Positive.
He had to look for the paper that told him the difference to be sure as he leans over the sink to stare down at the stick. There’s someone playing rap a few houses down, it blares loudly in contrast to the rapid fire Spanish a woman is speaking to another occupant, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.
He drowns it out. Can’t focus on it when there’s a steady ringing noise that trills in his ears, his hands gripping the counter top, heart pounding in his chest as his lungs expel air out of his mouth like a small leak in a balloon.
You we’re pregnant.
He drinks in the statement in his mind. You were pregnant. You were pregnant with his child. There was a little life in you that he had helped create, a combination of both you and him.
It takes his breath away.
So much so that he has to splash water on his face, stare into the mirror into his blue eyes.
What did this mean for him? For the choices that led him to here? His immediate thought is that he should have fucking broke up with you. Probably should have thrown on that rubber when he treated you to a weekend in Vegas. He fucked up, like he always did, by tainting your body with his seed. How could he leave you if he has too, to ensure your safety now that a child was involved? It was painful enough to try to deny you but now you and a baby?
He doesn’t get enough time to answer– instead he’s distracted by the way the main door slams close, the sound of your footsteps mixed with Apollos smaller ones as he barks enthusiastically as you both slowly make your way up the stairs. He moves hastily, grabbing the small plastic device and stuffing it back into the box, throwing it back in the basket where you kept your extra shampoo and conditioner and body wash, what he had originally been seeking before his hands had landed on the lightweight box. He closes the cabinet softly, places the body wash on the counter right as you walk into your master bedroom. You had stepped out for a run, something you rarely did but Apollo was so energized he had inspired you to get back into the cardio exercise. You walk to your bed with him devotedly at your side, watching you curiously as you looked down at your phone frowning.
Your have one headphone in, one out and he can hear the upbeat techno and hip hop music you liked to play occasionally, your hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail as your thin tank top stuck to your sports bra, your torso. Drank in the way the soft material of your workout pants clung to your thick thighs – your ass and your calves and he sighs resignedly.
This was why he couldn’t let go. He belonged to you. Every inch of his being was made to ensure your happiness and he knew, without hesitation that it didn’t matter that you were pregnant because whatever you decided he would support. The decision only partly belonged to him; for as much as it would change everything for him it would change every inch of who you were and his role was to support in any way that meant. It bites at him guiltily that seconds earlier he was plotting how to leave you because when he sees you he wants nothing but the opposite.
Love has truly fucked him over.
He smiles, shaking the guilt away as he walks over to you. Apollo runs to him eagerly, easily jumping up on his legs begging for love that he returns happily before he wraps his arms around you, drawing you flush back into him as he rests his head on your shoulder, kisses your cheek. You yelp – nearly scream and jump out of your skin as you drop your phone, look over at him.
“Goddamn – warning much!?”
You throw him a glaring eye though your voice is teasing and he squeezes you tighter, drawing you closer,
“I thought you heard me moving around in here.”
“No I got distracted by an email…” your voice trails off as you temporarily release your hold over his arms to pull out your headphones, start to wrap it around your phone that’s fallen onto the bed. He wonders if the email has to deal with the baby, confirming your pregnancy as you look back at him and whisper,
“Have you showered and gotten ready yet?”
He smiles at you coyly and you roll your eyes as you lean back into him.
“Christopher Ricks! My parents are going to be here in two hours and we haven’t even started with dinner.”
The small dimple that forms at the bridge of your nose deepens, a tell tale sign that you’re worried. You frown and your voice is doing that soft, whiney thing it does when you want him to do something. Your irises widen, looking at him innocently and he feels his heart stop for a second, his breath gone.
Completely and utterly devoted to you.
“We have enough time honey. We’ve already marinated the chicken and I’m going to grill it when they arrive….everything else will take an hour tops.”
You move your head to the side, watching him carefully before you sigh and nod.
“Okay, you’re probably right...”
You’re not convinced and he moves his hands lower to your hips, squeezing them softly and leaning over to brush his lips against yours. You make a slight moan, eyes flickering back to him as he watches you back carefully before you shift your body to move closer to him. It's only a second before his lips hungrily fall on your own, his tongue dominating over yours as he pulls you back into him, into his growing erection. Your hand has moved to find the back of his head, drawing him closer to him as your mouth tries to dominate over his, your finely manicured nails scraping against his scalp and he hisses into your mouth as he turns you with one swift movement, pushes you back until the back of your calves hit the bed. Your hands move around his neck drawing him closer as he leans you back and you both fall back onto the large king size bed with ease, your laughter ringing high between his kisses as your thighs wrap around his torso. He leans over you, nudging his nose against your own as he stares down at you, at your edges starting to curl at the base of your hair roots, the way your two small dimples dig into the fatty curvature of your cheek.
“I love you. Do you know that?” he whispers seriously, lips brushing against your own and you smile into him, nodding as you wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer.
“I know.”
“I’d die for you. Climb mountains, dive in the deepest darkest part of the of the ocean if it ensured I’d get to spend every waking minute of my life with you.”
You blush, shift your eyes away before you look back up at him. You hated verbal affection when it was directed toward you - had somehow managed to lie and convince yourself that you were unworthy of it and he hates the two large pools of water that linger in your eyes as you smile up at him.
“I didn’t realize I fell in love with a romantic,” you nudge his nose and he juts his hips into you involuntarily, causing you both to groan before you whisper, “But you’re my world Chris. I love you too….love you so much I couldn’t imagine my life without you”
His lips skim down your chin, finding comfort in your neck as his rough hands move toward the hemline of your shirt, tugging on it softly. You try to fight him as he raises the material, try to convince him that you were sweaty and gross but it falls on deaf ears, the fabric pulls over your head, his lips skimming between the apex of your breast which he kisses tenderly before his journey takes him to the softness of your stomach.
He know that you hated it when he lingers too long in the area, your insecurity that your stomach was too big and gross for his liking but he loved the softness to it. He liked the way it felt now as he kisses your skin tenderly and he wonders if the life in you can feel his feathery kisses, knows how lucky it was to have a mother like you that gave a guy like him a second glance.
“I love you, I love you, I love you….” he says it to no one in particular as your hands rub the top of his buzzed hair, your hands soft as you stroke him affectionately and he moves lower, down to your abdomen which you protest.
“My vagina is so sweaty and so gross….no.” you whine and he chuckles as he looks up at you, at the way you watch him carefully and he nods.
“Fine. Then let's take a shower and clean you up then.”
You look at him, your eyes twinkling before you sit up becoming face to face with him.
“Fine. But you gotta scrub my back.”
“I always scrub your back.” he teases back, nipping at your nose.
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The shower was needed, helped distract his nerves as his hands payed reverence to your body, his name a whisper as your soapy hands fell over his hard torso, scratched down his back as his cock slammed into you. You didn’t mind at all when he came in you, gripping him tightly as you both watched each other lovingly, shaking in the hot steamy water before his head fell into your neck line, breath hitting your decolletage as you gripped him closer.
He wonders when it had started to become a habit, him fucking you bare and cumming in the sweetness of your walls and why either of you had cared enough to think about the consequences.
Perhaps, subconsciously, it's what you’ve both wanted.
The memory is refreshing in the setting sun, and he turns to look back at you. Normally you liked to sip wine when you cooked but you had politely declined after you offered it to your mother and sister, had subconsciously had your hands flit down to your stomach like you did now.
No you hadn’t. Not yet.
“No.”
“Hm….I think she will tonight. Try to act surprised,” Duke finishes his beer, looks over at him. “Don’t break her fucking heart. Or I’ll break your fucking head.”
He places the empty beer bottle beside the grill, patting Chris’ shoulder before turning on heels, back into the house.
He’s the first person in your world that’s given him your blessing, told him it’s okay that he could be him and be with you. It gives him hope.
You come out minutes later, a large smile on your face as you shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walk toward him. He opens up the grill, checks on the chicken as you tuck yourself into his arms, nuzzling your face into the side of his chest.
“You’re freezing. Come inside when you’re done checking on the chicken,” you look up at him as you wrap your arms around his body, “have a good conversation with my dad? I know he can come off strong.”
His hands graze lower, stops at your midsection and he rests his hands there, rubbing it tenderly,
“It was fine.”
You nod, resting your head back to the setting sun and looking out into the horizon. He knows he should wait for you to broach, to pretend his ignorant but he knows you, knows that if you haven’t already bought it up it was because you feared his response. The last thing he wanted was you to believe you weren’t enough so he takes a leap.
“How far along are you?” He finally asks and he feels you flinch, to hesitate as he looks down at you.
“Three months.” You finally whisper and he smiles, kissing your forehead.
Definitely a souvenir from Vegas.
“I’ll support you in whatever you choose baby. I love you and I’m not adverse to becoming a father. Not when it means you’re the mother.”
There’s a moment of silence that ripples between you both as you squeeze him. He thinks you’re going to say something - you always had something to say but you don’t. Instead you smile up at him endearingly, lift on your toes to place a kiss on his lips. He likes these kisses, the ones where your lips nestle between the softness of his goatee and he doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips for his own, to squeeze you back as just as fervently.
The moment is short lived. There’s a knock on the door, Apollo’s barking and your sister enthusiastically lets out, “I’ll get it!” before either of you can move.
He turns just in time to catch Silas in the doorway entrance, smiling at your mom and dad and shaking their hands. Chris feels his heart drop, knows that out there, somewhere in hell is laughing at the notion that he thought he would be safe; that he could keep you safe. Your sister opens the screen door, smiles at the two of you.
“Chris your brother is here. Silas?”
You look up at him curiously as Silas walks behind your sister, drinks in the protective way Chris has wrapped his around you and smiles.
“Hey brother. So nice to see you.”
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A Special Place || Ichisada & Osamu Drabble
*Warning for Sensitive Material
*Read [Black Hole] [Fresh Bruises] [Precious Things] [Hitting Home] [Last Day] [To Be Loved] [Party Favors] [Supernova]
“So, how are you liking this place?”
“Um... it’s... weird.”
“Yeah, because it’s inter-dimensional and stuff?”
“Y-Yeah..”
“But is it cool though?”
“Yeah... it’s cool.”
“Cool.”
There was silence between the two siblings, as they sat on the bed of their new temporary housing situation-- which what the break room of a very special place.
“..Nii-san, why are we staying here now?” Osamu asked. “Why did you go away for so long? Dr. Osamu thought you said it’d only be for a couple weeks, but it was almost two months... were Chichi and Haha okay with it? Why is there a scorpion in that big aquarium over there? A-And...”
“...why do you look like that Nii-san?” Osamu reached out and held Ichisada’s hand, observing the bruising on the wrist. “Who hurt you?”
Oh, how easy it’d be to brush off his comments and say ‘he’ll understand when he’s older’. Osamu doesn’t deserve to be subjected to the hard truths of this world, of what she’s endured. He’s far too young! He should be focusing on school and the latest cartoons! Not... not this.
And yet, fate or whatever outside power decides that not even her little brother can have a normal childhood. Something that Ichisada was robbed of herself, a long time ago.
“...I was..kidnapped.”
“W-What?!” Osamu looked at his sister with such shock in his eyes. “W-why?! Was it someone that--”
“No, it wasn’t because of Crow...” Though this whole thing was somewhat his fault. “...Do you remember Miyamoto-san?”
Osamu tilted his head. “You mean that big scary man who owns this place? O-Or he means the real version of this place?”
“Yeah. That’s him.” Ichisada nods, choosing her next words carefully. “I’ve never told you this... hell, I’ve never told anyone this until recently. But... Miya-- Atsushi... Atsushi hit me, a lot.”
Osamu’s eyes widened.
“Yeah. He did other bad things too. Making fun of me, yelling at me because I did something wrong, making me believe stuff that wasn’t actually real..The list goes on.”
“Just... just like...”
“Yeah. Just like my life in foster care.” Ichisada lays back on the bed. “I guess I just have some really shit luck when it comes to mentors, don’t I Osamu?”
Osamu lays down on the bed, facing Ichisada. “He guesses so... does the world just not like you?”
“Seems like it.” Ichisada could think up a few theories on her horrible luck. “I realized that I couldn’t go through that shit again. It wasn’t like when I was younger, when someone realized I was being treated poorly and I’d be handed off to someone else... I felt like I was on my own for this, I had to get away by myself.”
“So what did you do?”
“I quit.” Ichisada turns to face Osamu on the bed. “I got my pink slip, and I handed it in to him... I knew he wasn’t going to be happy with it... and I didn’t know what he’d do. I was worried he might try and come after you to convince me to stay with him.”
“Is that why Dr. Osamu had to go away?”
“Yeah.. yeah that’s why you had to go away.” Ichisada nodded, not mentioning the fact that Miyamoto threatened him. “This was my mess, you had nothing to do with what was going on. I wasn’t gonna let him drag you into this mess that I made.”
“So.. what happened next?”
“Well.. when it was my last day, I got a party but... Miyamoto put something in my drink, and it made me sick.”
“Oh no!”
“Yeah. I got really sick, and I fell asleep outside. Then I woke up in Miyamoto’s house, and he said he was gonna try and make me like him again. So.. he tried. He did a lot of bad things to me, Osamu. Said a lot of awful things too..”
“But it didn’t work did it?” Osamu blinked. “Because you’re strong! You beat up the monsters that try to get under Dr. Osamu’s bed, there’s nothing that can stop you!”
“Heh.. yeah, it didn’t work.” Ichisada smiled. “I even thought up a plan to make sure he wasn’t gonna go after us. You know what I did?”
“No, what?”
“I poisoned him.”
“You did?!” Osamu gasped again, sitting up. “W-What did you poison him with?”
“Antifreeze.”
Osamu gasped again. “Ayeayeaye! You really did want to hurt him, didn’t you?”
“Well yeah, he was hurting me, and I wasn’t having that shit again!” Ichisada laughed and threw a couple punches in the air. “You’re little sister doesn’t do anything halfway you know!”
Osamu giggled. “So.. did it work then?”
“Yeah, it did... Now that I think about it, I think he realized that he was poisoned and got help right away.. he just let me think it was working.”
“Oh no..”
“Mhm. I found him passed out in the bathroom, and there were no guards. So like-- how could I not take that chance to escape, right?”
Osamu nodded.
“So I got my shit, and as I was leaving... I found a radio! So I called up our friends and tried to get out with their help.. Miya-- Atsushi caught me though.. he wasn’t very happy.”
Osamu gasped.
“Yep.”Ichisada nodded. “There was Sixer, Desco.. and a couple of others you haven’t met yet... they all got me out of that jam together. I wouldn’t have been able to pull it off myself.. They all worked together to bring him down. Desco took down a lot of the minions, Sixer froze up the whole house. The others provided support and tied it all together.”
“Who are the others?”
“A group called TRGT and.. someone that looks a lot like Crow, but isn’t him.”
“Huh?”
“Multiverse stuff.”
“Oh.” Osamu sighed. “He’s gonna have to get used to all this malt-tea-verse stuff now isn’t he?”
“Yep,” Ichisada laughed, playfully shoved him. “Don’t sweat it, you’ll get used to it. If I can do it-- there’s no reason you can’t either.”
“Hmmmgh.... okay, if you think so Nii-san.” Osamu groaned.
Ichisada laughed and patted Osamu on the head. The siblings once again sat in silence for a bit.
“...Hey, you know what’s cool about this place?”
“No, what is it?” Osamu tilted his head.
“This place likes me, it likes me a lot.” Ichisada stood up. “So much so that it’s given me powers.”
Ichisada snaps her fingers, and a small portal opens up above her hand and a pencil drops out from it.
Osamu’s eyes immediately light up like stars. “Woaahh! Nii-san, you have powers now?! That’s so cool! Can Dr. Osamu have some powers too?!”
“I dunno. Maybe. We’ll have to see how this place feels about you.” Ichisada tosses the pencil back into the portal.
“Dr. Osamu wants healing powers! Glowey sparkly healing powers that come out of his hands!” Osamu holds his hands out. “Please special placeee...Dr. Osamu wants healing powerssss....”
Ichisada laughed and sat back down. “It doesn’t work like that here, buddy. You gotta be patient, you earn the powers.”
“Erghh... fine. He still wants healing powers though.” Osamu pouted. “...He still doesn’t know why we have to be here though.”
“Ah yeah that..” Ichisada rubbed the back of her head. “Miya-- Atsushi sent people and they kinda... trashed our house.”
“What?!”
“I know! It fucking sucks!” Ichisada threw her hands up into the air. “I don’t wanna deal with that, and I know you don’t wanna deal with it either. So we’ll stay here for a bit until I feel a little better... then we can spend a day to clean up.”
“Ah... okay..” Osamu nodded slowly. “So... the scorpion?”
“Oh yeah, that used to be Miyamoto’s pet. I figured they’d have a better home with us.. or a rescue shelter, if I can find one.”
“Ooouhhh..” Osamu nodded again. “Dr. Osamu’s gonna be the coolest kid on the playground now. He doesn’t think anyone’s got a pet scorpion!”
“You know what else is cool? Time moves differently here, you can stay here for a day-- and only a few minutes pass by in our world.”
Osamu gasped, eyes lighting up once again. “Dr. Osamu can get so much homework done!”
“That’s... that’s one way to look at it.” Ichisada smiled. “So.. you’re okay with this? Being here for a week or so?”
Osamu looked around the special place. “Yeah.. Dr. Osamu doesn’t mind being here... what do we call this place anyways?”
“It’s called the Inter-dimensional Bar-- or IDB for short.”
#booze babe; (ic)#little boy blue; (ic)#can it kasy; (drabbles)#[ARC]; Cruel Devotion#basically a post skimmin through the discord event!
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Best of You 1
A/n: RPF
Summary: There are things you just don’t do in life. Falling in love with your best friends sister is one of them.
Words: 1, 809
Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader
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“I need to stop….I need to stop NOW”
Richard thought miserably as he looked across the table at you. Crushing on the on was wrong! You were too young and he was too recently divorced. It also didn't help that you were Rob's sister. He didn’t even need to think about falling in love with someone when his last relationship failed miserably. Plus there had to be some rule against having the hots for your best friends sister as well. Richard knew he had to get his act together!
What made the situation even worse was you reciprocated his feelings of romantic interest back. At a party a few months before, when the two of you were pretty smashed, It was Richard and yourself in the corner of a room kissing like the world was about to end. When you made the offer of taking him to your room that made Richard snap out of his love-struck mode. He all but told you that he was interested and this needed to stop.
After that neither of you spoke much. You had instead taken up a friendship with Matt that was infuriating Richard beyond reason. Rob acted completely oblivious to the whole thing. He didn't want to get in on his sister's business nor have to tell his best friend that he was being ridiculous.
Finally one day, Rob felt like he needed to say something to Richard to get his head out of his butt.
“She likes you. Matt is just a friend.”
“Are you shitting me, Rob?! Matt is practically drooling over her?!”
“So are you Rich.”
You laughing over something, pulled Richard from his thoughts. He looked up at you with a frown to see Matt with a half-broken salt shaker in his hand. Richard liked seeing your pretty smile but knowing it wasn’t him that put it there was depressing. Instead, it was Matt, who happened to be bleeding all over the place, that made you smile. As much as Richard liked Matt, at the moment he despised him. Matt was younger, good looking, and could make was really good with you.
Richard had gotten better with getting over you when you were out on tour with your band. However the moment you returned Richard was right back in love with you. Now here he was watching you and Matt flirt. You stood patting Matt on the head with a smile. Rob, meanwhile, was looking between you and Rich with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Where are you going?”
Rob asked when you stood. You pointed at Matt.
“Going to find him a band-aid for his new cut. Maybe with one the little mermaid seeing as he thinks she’s hot and all.”
Matt’s mouth dropped.
“How dare you tell my secret! I’m going with you now!”
“Well come on. We probably need to wash that anyway. Plus you are bleeding all over the breakfast table.”
When Matt stood and pranced toward the bathroom, your eyes fell on Richard who was giving you displeased look. That look seemed to be the one that he reserved just for you lately. As much as you enjoyed the jealousy written all over his face you couldn’t. You had spent the past few months trying to get over the feelings that you had for Richard. You thought that you had succeeded until Rob came to pick you up at the airport and there was Richard with him. The moment your eyes met, you were right back in the trash can with his name written on it.
Every time you looked at him your mind replayed the make-out session in the corner of that night club. What you thought was the beginning of a promising night was completely derailed by you asking him to spend the night with you.
He probably thinks I’m a whore.
You thought miserably. He sure didn’t seem to mind that night! Just like that, you were replaying everything in her mind.
Richard had been flirting and talking throughout the party. He had even held your hand a few times before making the comment that he wanted to taste your lips. You hadn’t even tried to object when he stood pulling you to a quiet dark corner of the bar.
He roughly pushed you against the wall before cramming his body against yours. The sensations itself was enough to make you want to take him right there in that dark corner. You had never been much of a wild person when it came to sex in public but if Richard had asked you would have made an exception.
The moment his lips were on yours, you felt the stereotypical “butterflies and sparks” that had been missing in your past relationships. You didn’t care that he tasted like whiskey. All that you wanted was to get the already deep kiss deeper.
You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself out of the memory. You had doctored Matt as much as you could before letting what was now your best friend, wander off to go cause havoc someplace else hopefully without injury. Watching Matt go off with a smile, you returned back to the table and took your seat beside Rob.
“Well is he going to live?”
Rob asked with a smirk. You chuckled noticing Misha had taken Matt’s seat and was grinning like a fool for some reason.
“For now. That man needs a warning label.”
You replied, again not wanting to look back at Richard. Misha laughed.
“So when is the wedding?”
You about choked on your tea before turning to Misha. He gave you a cheeky grin.
“Whose wedding?”
“Yours and Matt’s.”
Misha said sweetly ignoring the “go to hell” look that Richard was shooting him. You laughed hard at that.
“No! No! No! I’m not marrying Matt! That like the prospect of marrying my brother.”
Rob looked equally as grossed out.
“That’s just wrong.”
Misha giggled again.
“You and Cohen are cut together.”
You shook your head.
“It wouldn’t work out. There are no sparks.”
“Sparks?”
Misha questioned. Rob was slightly smiling as he looked in between his sister and best friend, who looked ready to go on a jealous rampage.
“Yeah, you know like fireworks. The whole proverbial firework show you get when it’s the one. I know it’s a load of crap but I’m a girl. I’ve always wanted the cheesy foot pop and sparks.”
Misha looked at you a moment before grinning.
“So Matt is a lousy kisser? Foot pop and sparks huh?”
You nodded ignoring the Matt is a lousy kisser question. As much as you wanted Richard to be jealous, you didn’t think it would be appropriate to talk about the weird kiss that Matt had given you. With a brave, you glanced at Richard who was just staring at you. His expression was unreadable as Misha stood like an overexcited puppy.
“Come here!”
You gave Misha a confused look before making the actor repeat his directions. Slowly, you stood muttering Jesus under your breath. Misha grinned as you got over to him.
“Put your arms around my neck. I’m going to give you sparks.”
Before you could get another word out Misha crammed his lips to yours and tipped you backward like in some 1950’s movie. When he titled you upright, you looked at him with wide eyes. There was no way in hell that you could look at Richard now. You knew he was staring a hole through you and if he wasn’t jealous before he had to be green as toad now.
“So? About those sparks?”
Misha questioned cheekily. You coughed before sitting back down beside Rob, who was giggling.
“Sorry, Misha. That was like kissing my brother. A brother who is married to one of my good friends and whose kids I babysit from time to time.”
Rob was laughing hard at that. Misha blinked before sitting down pouting.
“I’m telling Vicki that you didn’t find me sparkly.”
You giggled, ruffling Misha’s hair.
“I find you sparkly just not that way.”
Misha sighed.
“We need to find you from frogs to kiss. You deserve sparkles. Every girl deserves sparkles.”
You shook your head.
“It’s a lost cause, Misha.”
“Why? You’re like 29?”
You glanced at Richard, who was still looking less than amused.
“I’m going to be a cat lady.”
Before Misha could make a response you were relieved to see your niece and nephew running over. You eagerly scooted your seat back so your niece could climb on your lap.
“And not a moment too soon, Audrey!”
The rest of breakfast happened to be almost uneventful. When Audrey got bored and went to find her mother, You stood and went to find a new drink. While you waited for a drink to be made, you froze the moment Richard walked over to you.
“What the hell was all of that?”
You frowned, looking to see some of your friends watching the two of you..
“That crazy fest back there?”
Richard nodded.
“Uh, yea. Was all of that to make me jealous?”
You smirked.
“Well did it work?”
Richard frowned harder.
“You think my feelings are a joke?”
“What about mine?”
You countered as the bartender handed you the Bloody Mary. Richard looking completely blindsided by that comment. He pushed a strand of his hair away from his eyes trying to ignore his friend's eyes. Rob’s eyes were wide as he looked between his sister and best friend.
“Well…they matter….”
You rolled her eyes.
“Not to you obviously.”
“You don’t know what fucking matters to me!”
You were beginning to get annoyed now. Stepping closer to Richard, you watched as his eyes went from your face to the tops of your breasts.
“Clearly not. Just an FYI I had nothing to do with all of this today. I didn’t even know what the fuck was happening. Second, I know that you are jealous of my friendship with Matt. For the record, he does want to date me and he doesn’t give god damn that he is older than me or whatever the hell your reasoning is. My suggestions for you Rich is grow a pair and ask me out before Matt does again. This time I will say yes!”
You didn’t wait for the clearly shocked beyond all reason actor in front of you to say anything. Turning, you briefly made contact with Rob and his wife Mollie, who looked equally as shocked before turning and storming out of the room.
Misha meanwhile, grinned from his seat,
“Well, what tangled webs we weave.”
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woodland creatures - day 4 (orlando pt. 2)
was i excited to be on tour? yes. was i also super nervous about going on tour before leaving? also yes.
was i excited to go to disney springs? Y E S. was it the one thing i knew i could look forward to even if i sucked at every fucking show???
B I G Y E S.
my poor bandmates. i said the night before, “hey, i just realized, we never actually really discussed going to disney springs.” and they were like, “yeah.”
but! we went anyway!!! bless their hearts!!!
the morning after staying up and partying was rough. i had the NASTIEST hangover. my headache was so severe that i couldn’t even fall back asleep following 5 hours of rest. i popped some advil and tried to get a couple more hours in but it was impossible, so i just got up and showered. the guys brought back panera for lunch, and then once everyone was ready we were off to disney springs. i could tell everyone was worried it was gonna be lame, i felt it in the air lmao. i was also worried i was leading them to a miserable afternoon in the hot florida weather. but i figured if they hated it we could always leave.
we pull up to disney springs and there is some semblance of what i remembered from the last time i was there but also a lot that i DID NOT recognize. the parking garages were definitely new. they had sensors over each parking spot that could indicate whether or not a car was in the spot, and it would update an LED screen outside the entrance with how many spots were available on each floor. i thought that was really cool. there were gardens on the sides of the garages too. we then go up some stairs and down an escalator to get in, and hooooly shit i was blown away. there was a brand new area that had a fountain and all of the shops looked reminiscent of spanish architecture. it was so beautiful.
we got group pictures in front of the fountain, and then i decided to get a happy birthday pin from guest relations lmfao. i wanted to see if i could get any free shit by just waltzing around with a birthday pin on. i was unsuccessful but i had never been in or near disney on my birthday anyways so i just rolled with it. we started to the right and went to world of disney, marketplace co-op, the lego store and the pin trading shop.
i was completely overwhelmed by how big all of the stores were. there was so much cool shit. i really thought i would have an easy time abstaining from spending money, since my sister was literally just there and got me the one thing i wanted, but i did NOT. at world of disney i bought ANOTHER pair of minnie ears, the rose gold sparkly ones lmfao. not usually my style, but there weren’t any others i was crazy about. joe got a shirt and ryan bought some stuff for his girlfriend christina. i wanted clothes but i decided to wait to see if there might be better merchandise elsewhere.
we moved on to marketplace co-op and i immediately found a disney world long sleeve shirt i loved so i grabbed that. i alsoooo balled out and got a print of the most beautiful mulan painting i have ever seen. it was a depiction of one of my favorite parts in the movie, when she is singing reflection and chops off her fuckin hair, but in the garden instead of the shrine. that movie means very very much to me as an asian american!!! besides that i got emperor’s new groove patches later on in the afternoon and that was all i spent my money on. $138 later. yeesh.
my friends eton and jeri who came to the show the night before wanted to meet up for food and drinks, so i walked over to frontera cucina. i thought maybe my bandmates might join us but they weren’t hungry and it was more of a sit down place, so we parted ways for an hour. i hadn’t seen eton and jeri since they moved down to orlando in january, holy shit. it was so good to hang out with them. we caught up and enjoyed some really good lunch. i ordered a gin and tonic that had a whole ass cucumber peel wrapped around the glass and pork belly tacos. i bugged out bad because eton wouldn’t let me pay nor could i get his venmo from jeremiah to cover my portion. it was so sweet of them to treat me. i met them through jeremiah, i always tell him how much i love his friends and how they’ve become my friends the more we all hang out together. it sucks our time was so damn brief but i’m just glad i got to see them.
after late lunch i met back up with everyone and we walked around a little longer, but i mistakenly let us stay a little later and lost track of time. it was just about time to start heading over to hail the sun. i felt really bad because people mentioned wanting to go swimming or take a nap and i effectively robbed everyone of any allotted leisure activity time by wanting to gallavant around more. i was definitely just as wiped as everyone, but i hadn’t been back to disney in forever. we hurried back to the van and drove back to kissimmee.
pulses. had been grilling and chillin at the airbnb all day, so they were ready for the gig when we got back. we got back just in time to leave when they did, like 15 minutes before. we both hopped in our respective vehicles and we were off. they always dropped snails in the tour chat and called us with snails ahead because we were slow with the van lmfao but it’s not MY FAULT the shit is SO HUGE damnit. i drove the van to the gig with josef, jaime and kris while ryan and santino stayed home.
it’s interesting to go to a show in another state, it does feel pretty weird to go somewhere unfamiliar, but it really does feel the same as attending a show at home. people really are pretty much the same everywhere else, just different geographical locations and climates. the gig was really good but the venue was SO SMALL. too small. i like the soundbar but i might like it better if you didn’t have to wade your way through a crowd of swamp ass to get to the bathrooms alllll the way on the other side of the venue opposite of the entrance. plus, it got so packed that it was really difficult to be near the stage, let alone inside the building. for most of the show the 10 of us camped out in a really great spot near the bathrooms that wasn’t getting too much traffic and had its own bar so we stayed there.
we were at the show where sergio broke his headstock. i don’t think i’ve ever seen a show where sergio stands still the entire time, in the dozens of times i’ve seen him play. he was so close to that monitor/the ceiling but i didn’t suspect his guitar was going to break. i completely missed it because i was looking down at my phone (womp) but i heard everyone audibly gasp. that sucks dude. i think that was the only bummer the whole show though besides the heat and some sloppy drunks. pulses. are friends with zach garren so he was hanging out near us here and there throughout the night. daisy came to the gig so she came and found us, we hung out for a good portion of the show, too! it was a really good chance to talk more too after the gig the night before. she told us a lot about what the florida scene is like. we told her it’s infinitely better than the tri-state area LMAO. at least like, people show up to shows and STAY on a monday night which is insane. and then joseph arrington is a friend of ours so he said hi a couple times during the gig, afterwards him and i talked more when it was quieter.
it is one of the greatest honors in my entire life that joseph arrington sees me as a homie. writing this under the presumption he’s never gonna see this lmao, but i have to pinch myself sometimes. we’ve been friends since we played the last ALLB tour september 2017. i introduced myself and mentioned that we had opened for sianvar’s 2016 tour at webster hall and he actually remembered us. ryan also introduced himself as one of his patreon donors and they talked for like 45 minutes. that show he asked for a CD (and it was years in waiting our older album too yikes lol there’s bangers on there but it doesn’t sound like us anymore) and he messaged me later that night like, “we’re listening in the van right now, you’re a great singer”. we’ve hung out at gigs a couple more times, whether we played together or either ryan or i went to go see him play. the fact he considers us peers is one of the most validating things i have. i’ve learned a lot of helpful insight from him. i have tremendous respect for him and couldn’t be more grateful that he actually likes us as musicians and as people.
all of the bands of course were awesome, i couldn’t stand the heat enough to be inside for every single hail the sun song but i caught most of their set. it’s pretty insane to see them blow up like they have. they deserve it. and i think donovan is one of the best vocalists i’ve ever heard. that whole camp of blue swan musicians are just so talented.
josef, jaime and kris graciously waited outside for me to finish talking to joe arrington, and during that time josef actually caught will swan outside. he said he had the chance to tell will swan deathstar is the reason he plays music and it made him very happy to do so. it had happened like a little bit before i came back outside. we then got lost trying to find the van and hilariously passed the actual entrance to the parking garage like 3 times. it was literally across the street and i led them around the block twice.
we went back to the airbnb for one more swim and we almost had another super late night legit just talking to pulses. kris sat outside editing photos while some of the guys swam, some of us just sat with our feet in the pool. when we got back ryan and santino had been sleeping and i think i maybe saw santino get up once to go to the bathroom. i did really want to go to sleep but ughhhhh i also thought to myself, i can sleep when i get home from tour. i get really bad FOMO every day of my life. so we stayed up and we talked about all things dance gavin dance, blue swan, our local scene, and bein in a band. it’s insane how alike we all are in our way of thinking. i also find it hard to open up to other bands though because it seems like no one else sees playing music and trying to grow a band the way we do. i just wanted to eat up any time i could bonding with pulses., taylor and tyler. thankfully we weren’t up until 4 am again but legit any time up spending time with all of my friends was worth it.
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Midnight Pool
Pairings: Dean x older sister!reader, Sam x older sister!reader
Warnings: Parent neglect
A/N: I haven’t posted in like a hundred years.
The sound of shuffling woke up Sam. He groggily opened his eyes to see Y/N slip on a pair of high heels. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He swung his legs over the bed, standing up.
“Y/N?” he whispered. She jumped, startled.
“Hey Sammy. Go back to sleep,” she said. Sam’s frown deepened. He examined his older sister’s outfit. It was a black, skimpy, sparkly dress that came to just above her mid thigh. The heals made her at least two inches taller. Y/N looked older in the outfit.
“Where are you going?” She bit her lip.
“I’m just going out, I’ll be right back before you know you it,” she said softly, smiling.
“Dad always says that,” Sam said angrily. Y/N’s face dropped.
“Sammy—“
“I’m going to bed,” Sam said cutting her off. Y/N watched as Sam climbed back into bed, yanking the covers over him. Her heart ached seeing Sam so mad at her. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, before slipping out the door.
The air was chilly as Y/N drove the Impala to the nearest bar. She got past the bouncer easily, stepping inside. She walked over to the pool table, smiling at the guys surrounding it. They all looked her way, staring at her.
“Hey boys,” she purred, dropping a wink. “Wanna play some pool?”
“Are you sure about that? A pretty girl like you playing with the bigs boys?” Y/N smiled seductively, pulling a wad of money out of her purse. She smacked it down on the pool table.
“Let’s play,” she said, smirking. A couple of the men snickered.
“Okay sweetheart,” he said, slapping down his own money. “Let’s play.”
Two hours later, Y/N had hustled pretty much every guy in the bar, earning a giant wad of money for herself. Satisfied with her winnings, she slipped out of the bar to rush to the store.
She entered the store, not caring that a few workers looked at her weirdly. She headed towards the school section, picking out a new backpack for Sam, since his old one was old and tore up. After buying him some supplies, she headed towards the clothes section. She bought the boys new clothes, and new shoes. No matter how frequently she bought them new clothes, (each size bigger and bigger than the last), they never seemed to be able to wear the same size for that long.
Deciding to treat herself, she bought herself a couple new outfits as well. With everything in her shopping cart, she pushed it to the cash register to pay. The woman scanned all her items, and she handed the lady her money.
She counted the money, before looking up at Y/N. “Ma’m, I’m sorry. You don’t have enough money to pay for all of this.” Her face dropped.
“Well... if I put this back will I have enough?” she asked, picking up her outfits. She typed a few things into the register and nodded. “Okay, I’ll go put this back.”
Y/N turned on her heal, cursing to herself for not staying longer to earn more money. She put back the clothes, returning to the register. She thanked the woman before heading out of the store. She returned to the motel, slipping inside. The boys were still curled up in their beds sleeping. She smiled tiredly at the sight, setting their new stuff at the end of their beds. She went to the bathroom, quickly changing into her pajamas. When she was done, she flopped onto the couch, closing her eyes, exhausted.
The door suddenly opened, and John walked in. Y/N shot up off the couch, startled.
“Dad?” she asked.
“Get dressed Y/N. I need your help on the hunt.”
Her shoulders sunk, but she nodded. “Yes sir.”
So Y/N Winchester helped John on the hunt. She helped her father even though it left her sleep deprived. She didn’t regret staying up all night earning cash. She didn’t regret putting back the stuff that she wanted to get. She didn’t regret it because this was her family. Sam and Dean were her family. John was her family. And Y/N would do anything for them, even if it meant giving up her own happiness.
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MARGOT FOX is a 25 year old HOMOFELXIBLE * CISFEMALE that was born on OCTOBER 5th. SHE lives in BROOKLYN, but they’re originally from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. They are a MUSICIAN for a living, and often get told they look like TAYLOR SWIFT. We wish them the best of luck in the city that never sleeps!
Hello, i’m Violet! I’m 21, use she/her pronouns, and live in the EST timezone. I’m excited to be here with a brand spanking new muse ( that i’m still fleshing out....so be patient with me pls lol ) Basically i’ve been listening to Reputation non stop the past couple weeks and came up with this little girly in the process. So she’s...kinda based on Tayor but not really, I promise. I’ll be posting a wanted connection shortly, but other than that i’m open to A N Y plots. Please, throw them at me!!
trigger warnings for: drugs, hospitalization, & minor alcoholism
background
Margot Fox was raised in Chicago, Illinois ( Oak Park specifically ) by a ( for the most part ) very loving family. She was the middle of three children, a ( only slightly ) younger brother and an older sister. Her parents are upper-middle class, hardworking people, who love their children. Still, the Fox’s were a “fighting” family, they were a “feelings” family. They talked things out, they yelled, they were always discouraged to keep anything inside or let it fester.
Margot came out when she was fifteen, the whole family had known and been waiting for years. It wasn’t a big deal.
( More on Margot’s sexuality later. )
She was always an anxious kid, but also very outgoing. She picked up music from a super young age, and was in jazz band and orchestra in high school. She had friends, made pretty good grades. It was normal, a good experience for the most part.
After graduation she moved out, and into downtown Chicago where she attended college on a scholarship for music. She started playing her stuff in bars, released an EP, she was getting places.
It started off casual, in her sophomore year, a few parties. Then a party every single weekend. Two parties every weekend. By mid-junior year she was drinking before classes. Lines of coke in bathrooms, mdma popped like candy. She started failing classes, but that didn’t stop her. It was rare to encounter Margot sober, party or not.
It was impossible to find her at a gig without something in her system. She was starting to make a name for herself, but not in the way she wanted.
It was really a blessing that she failed out of school. She’s lucky that it was her rock bottom, and not something worse. Her parents intervened, sending to the best rehabilitation center they could afford.
And she did it, it took a couple years, but she got clean. And she wrote some incredible music in the meantime.
Her second album came out and within a few months, it was a smash success. Her life hasn’t been the same since.
now
As mentioned, Margot is a lesbian & identifies as so. In my application I listed her as homoflexible is because sexuality is a ~spectrum~ and I can see the potential of Margot having a sexual relationship with a man. He would have to be a great friend of her’s, and it would be casual and probably just a drunken fling. She’s super gay and would never be in a relationship with a ( identifying ) man.
She’s out to her fans & the world. Her songs feature female pronouns.
Her music is basically Reputation Era with more St. Vincent vibes. She considers herself a guitarist before a singer. She’s also not nearly as famous as Taylor, she’s more like St. Vincent level famous. She feels very confident in the rockstar persona.
She struggles with her reputation ( ...ok lack of a better word, I swear ) because of her drug use and rehabilitation. She gets a lot of shit for it, but is learning to embrace it as much as possible.
Not very girly, but not super butch either. Kinda soft butch. Mostly wears leather jackets and black jeans, but gets sparkly for the stage. She’s not opposed to dresses.
Kinda a player, tbh. Had her heart broken and can’t really get over it. She’s pretty awful at commitment.
Feels her feelings really strongly, but keeps them to herself for the most part. As much as she can help it.
Pretty sarcastic, pretty flirty, major BDE.
Allows the nickname “Go” by everyone, but “Go Go” is reserved for the people super duper duper close to her. And only if used sparingly. Will also answer to “Fox” or “Foxy.”
Is clean of drugs, but does still drink. But not an unhealthy amount.
connections i’d like
her big ex ( you can find the wc on the main )
other exes, from shorter relationships or flings
a super close female friend, or 20, because female friendships are IMPORTANT
a male friend she’s incredibly close to. ( possible plot ) as mentioned they can have like a short fling and be very awkward about it?? ( it would be fun, I promise )
other people in the music industry
someone who checks in on her
fans?? or not fans?
i’m literally down for p much anything, so hmu!
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