#L.A gentleman

[takecareluv]

hello, maybe some headcanons/concepts on meeting vinnies friends🥺love your stuff so much

she’s the one || vinnie hacker x reader

word count : 873

author’s note : i thought i posted this already ?/? i’m so sorry, nonnie! i didn’t realize it was still in my drafts >.< i hope you like this! i started writing it as a short concept but then it became longer so i turned it into more of a headcanon / blurb ( idrk !) also thank you so much for your kindness <3 mwah !! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

vinnie’s down bad from the moment he met you, there’s no doubt about it. he’d been practically begging the universe for a girlfriend for ages now and finally, after months of sulking and swiping left on the endless amount of l.a. girl that are basically carbon copies of each other, here you are ; everything he’s been searching for — a diamond in a sea of glass.

after just one date with you, he knew you were the one and he wasn’t shy about sharing his excitement. his friends weren’t used to this side of vin, and although most would find it annoying to hear him go on and on and on about this perfect girl he’d been seeing for only a short period of time, his friends were happy for him ; and dying to meet the mystery girl that’s got their best friend cheesin’ non stop.

it wasn’t too far along in the relationship that vinnie would bring up introducing you to his friends. they meant the world to him, and now so did you, of course he couldn’t keep you hidden for long.

you, however, were extremely nervous to meet the infamous group. knowing vinnie’s current living situation, you knew his friends would be around a lot ; so in your mind, if they didn’t approve of you, you could kiss your relationship — also known as the best thing that’s ever happened to you — goodbye.

vinnie assured you a million and one times that wasn’t the case and you had absolutely nothing to worry about. his friends would love you just as much as he did — well maybe not as much as vinnie did, that would be impossible, but a close second.

so here you were, sitting passenger side in vinnie’s mazda, on your way to his house to meet only a few of his closest friends — baby steps, as vinnie called it.

the car ride was filled with vin whispering sweet nothings to calm any and all of your nerves ; his hand on your thigh, as it was during every car ride you shared, giving gentle squeezes as to say a silent ‘i love you’ ; and short kisses pressed to your lips, cheek, forehead — anywhere vinnie could reach while the light was still red. it didn’t take long for you to become a blushing mess and forget all the worries that filled your mind only minutes prior. that was the effect vinnie had on you, and one of the many reasons you loved him — you’ve never felt more safe and happy with anyone in your life.

after a longer ride than anticipated, thanks to the constant bustling streets of l.a., you pulled into the driveway of vinnie’s gigantic home.

the anxiety you were feeling quickly came back to you once you saw just how many cars filled both the driveway and garage of the house — way more than you expected. vinnie could see you eyeing them while simultaneously doing the math in your head. he realized by the looks of it, it would seem as if there was a party going on inside when in reality, as he hurried to explain to you, most of those cars were his own — immediately causing you to let out a big sigh of relief. but wonder, how many cars does one person need?

being the gentleman that he is, vinnie opened the car door for you, holding his hand out to guide you towards the house.

before you made it to the front door, he paused, pulling you into a hug as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you and they’re going to love you, i promise. you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

and vinnie was right, like always, he was quick to remind you later. his friends adored you.

jett was especially impressed with your knowledge on cars — little did he know it came from all the babbling you heard whenever vinnie visited you after just spending hours at the warehouse.

you originally planned on staying for only a little bit before heading to a dinner reservation, but the boys begged vinnie to cancel it, not wanting you to leave just yet. and how could vinnie say no to that. he was just thrilled to see his favorite people getting along.

instead, he ordered food for everyone and you spent the rest of the evening watching anime and playing games with the group — getting yourself into an intense game of mario kart with jack.

hera even joined the party and cuddled up right next to you on the couch, squishing herself between you and vinnie.

vinnie couldn’t help the smile that was glued to his face. his best friends, his favorite girl and his precious cat all together in one room — it couldn’t get better than this.

when it was time for vinnie to drive you home, the boys were already inviting you back over for a barbecue the following weekend. a barbecue vinnie didn’t even know they were having until that moment.

the following morning they were all telling vinnie how lucky his was to have found you and that you were definitely the one. even commenting on how they’d never seen him so happy.

[imaginestuffs]

"Do You Now?" -Johnnie Guilbert x Reader

word count:8,809

warnings: my first fic for Johnnie, so maybe a bit ooc. Fluff, lots of fluff.

Summary: Tara books another cruise for you all, and the reader gets a bit too drunk. She wakes up in the morning with no memory of what happened the night before, but a whole lot of love for her boyfriend.

(gif not mine!)

Tara had decided it would be a perfect time to book another cruise for you all. It was finally summer and the sun had been shining for weeks now, not a cloud in sight. She had been dying to tan and you had been dying to get away from L.A. You needed a break from everything, you were tired and felt so trapped in one place. You just wanted to escape your life and have fun with your friends and boyfriend. 

Of course, they were going to be filming but you didn’t mind, you just wanted to have fun and not worry about everything you had to do at home. You were just finishing up your packing when you felt arms wrap around your waist. You smiled to yourself and placed your hand on Johnnie’s arm. 

“Hello my love,” you said and leaned into him, placing your head back onto his shoulder. He placed his face in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss there. You smiled lazily and reached back to run a hand through his hair.

 “Are you almost ready?” he asked softly trying not to disrupt the comfortable atmosphere. 

“Yeah, just need to zip this up and we can head out if you and Jake are ready,” you spoke quietly. He hummed in acknowledgment of your answer and nodded as if to say that he and Jake were ready to go.  

Despite knowing that you were all ready to go you still stood there enjoying a quiet moment together. It seemed like those moments didn’t happen often enough in your lives, so it was nice to just bask in his presence, knowing he was willing to just stand there with you for as long as time would allow. 

You’re not sure how long you stood there but the peace ended when you heard Jake call for you guys. 

“Johnnie, (y/n)! Would you stop making out and please come down here so we can leave?” 

You could just imagine his face, a joking scowl, but amusement-filled eyes. Johnnie sighed and began to let you go, and you realized just how cold you felt when he wasn’t holding you.  

“Shut up Jake, we’ll be down in a second!” you called back and chuckled softly. “Sure, okay. I believe you!” he responded sarcastically and you just rolled your eyes and you heard Johnnie chuckle as well. 

You zipped your suitcase and before you could grab it Johnnie picked it up and placed it on the floor, ready to carry it out for you.

 You smiled over at him, “Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” you raised a brow. A tinge of pink bloomed on his cheeks and you smiled brighter.

 “For you babe? Always,” he said. You giggled softly before leaning over and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Johnnie,” you appreciated his kindness. 

“C’mon let’s get out there before Jake comes in here to find us,” he said and you smiled before reaching for his hand. He gladly intertwined your fingers and guided you to the main area where Jake and Tara had been waiting for you. You hadn’t realized that Tara had arrived until now. 

“Tara!” you said excitedly and squeezed Johnnie’s hand before letting go so you could greet your best friend. “Hey babe, are you ready for our cruise?!” she asked enthusiastically. 

“Oh my god, I’m so ready. I need a break from this place, with all my favorite people,” you said, but then furrowed your brows and looked around. “Where’s Barry?” you question in confusion. 

“He should be here soon, I told him what time to meet us here,” Tara said. “Alright, good! I’m so excited you guys!” you enthuse with a smile. 

Johnnie grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist. You looked up at him and couldn’t help but melt at the sight of his smile. Little did you know but Tara noticed your lovestruck gaze and smiled to herself. She thought back on the time that you and Johnnie first met, and she just knew that there wasn’t anything that would stop you from falling in love with each other. It was just too obvious, too hard to ignore the glaring affection you showed when together. 

Johnnie felt your gaze and looked down at you as you leaned on his shoulder. “What’s wrong babe?” he asked and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

By now Jake and Tara were lost in their own conversation, so it was just you and Johnnie. 

“I adore you,” you said softly and pushed up on your toes to press a kiss on his lips. He sighed against your lips and turned to pull you flush against him to keep you as close as possible. Your hands cradled his face and his slid under your sweater, delicately gripping your waist. 

Johnnie slowly pulled away, just barely to look at you with his beautiful blues. “You’re too sweet for me,” he said, and you shook your head and rubbed your thumb against his cheek. 

“No one could ever be sweet enough for you,” you told him and pressed one last peck against his lips.  

The door being knocked on was what broke you out of your trance and you pulled away from your boyfriend. Jake opened the door and there stood Barry. 

You smiled brightly, “Barry! You’re here!” you said and gave him a hug in greeting. “Hey (y/n), how are you?” he asked. “I’m great, how are you?” you returned the question. “I’m doing good thanks for asking,” he said. 

“Is everything ready to go? We should probably head out now,” Barry spoke again. “Yup, so let's get the fuck out of here,” Jake said and you chuckled before grabbing your things to pack them into the car.

As soon as you stepped into the sun, you sneezed. Everyone laughed and Tara said “Bless you,”. 

“Thank you very much,” you said and smiled. “It’s so cute that you always sneeze when you walk into the sunlight. Every time without fail,” Jake said and you chuckled. “I can’t help it, it just happens and I have no clue why.” you shrugged as you dragged your suitcase to the trunk of the car. As you were going to put it in, Johnnie once again took it from your hands and placed it in the back for you. “Thank you, love,” you said, and he nodded with a smile. 

“Ok, so I googled why people sneeze in the sun and this is what it says. It’s because of something called the photic sneeze reflex. It triggers you to sneeze when being exposed to bright light after being in a dim place.” Jake told you. Tara rolled her eyes. 

“He can’t ever not google something. He just can’t live without googling,” she ranted and Johnnie, Barry, and you laughed. It was Jake’s turn to roll his eyes. “Well,  we know why she sneezes now. All because of my Google search. You should be thanking me,” Jake defended his addiction. 

“You googling my girlfriend’s quirks is much appreciated Jake,” Johnnie said bluntly and you chuckled. 

“Ok, ok enough of this we have to go now or we’ll be late,” Tara said and you all piled into the car. You sat in the back with Johnnie and Barry. Johnnie took the middle because he knew you liked to be by the window. You were grateful for how well he knew you, and you placed his hand on your thigh. He squeezed your leg gently, and you leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder. 

“The first thing I’m doing is tanning. (y/n), please come with me! I know you don’t like it very much but you can just lounge and read your book,” she pleaded and you chuckled.

 “Of course, I’ll go with you, I need a break from these idiots for a few hours,” you joked. 

Johnnie placed a hand over his heart and looked at you with a hurt expression. Barry shook his head in disappointment and Jake flipped you off from the driver’s seat.

 You laughed, “How dare you (y/n), I thought you loved me,” Johnnie acted offended. 

“I do love you, I love you all… but I need some girl time. After that I’m all yours babe,” you said and squeezed his hand in reassurance. 

“Alright, that's fine then, just abandon me,” he said and playfully glared at you. You rolled your eyes. “Would you like to join us?” you asked with a raised brow. 

He looked at you incredulously. “Absolutely not,” he said and you chuckled. “I thought not. It’s just you and me Tara,” you said and she smiled back at you. 

“It’ll be fun I promise!” she told you excitedly. “I know it will be,” you laughed softly. 

You drove for a bit longer and when you got there, you went through security. Finally, you boarded. It seemed like you and Tara were the most excited. 

“Babe! We’re going to Mexico! This is so nice, I get to spend time with you guys without stressing out about something every 5 minutes!” you gushed. 

You grabbed Johnnie’s hand and tugged him along with you. He smiled at how happy you were. He lifted your hand above your head to spin you around. You let out a laugh as you twirled around a few times. Johnnie tugged you close and placed a kiss on your head as you continued walking to your rooms.

Unbeknownst to you Barry was filming the entire thing. 

“They’re so in love that it makes me sick,” Jake said quietly. Barry laughed, and Tara smacked his shoulder. 

“Shut up Jake! They’re so happy, I love it!” she whispered excitedly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Johnnie this happy before,” She marveled at the couple in front of her. 

“Guys! Would you wait up, you’re practically running!” Jake complained, ruining the moment you and your boyfriend were having. Tara sighed and placed her head in her hand. 

“He just had to do that didn’t he?” Tara looked at the camera and shook her head. 

You looked over at Jake and flipped him off. “Walk faster, utilize your spider legs!” you called down the hallway. Everyone laughed and Jake took long strides down the hallway. You laughed, “See, was that so hard?” you questioned, and shook your head. 

“I don’t think I've ever seen him move that fast before,” Johnnie joked, and you smiled at him. “I bet, I could get to the end of the hall faster than you,” you challenged, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Are you challenging me?” Johnnie questioned with a grin. 

“Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it?” you pushed. 

“I’m gonna win, that’s what I’m gonna do,” he said and you chuckled. 

“Tara count us down please,” you said and grinned back at her. 

Jake stood in the middle of the hallway hyping Johnnie up. You sent a glare his way and he laughed. 

“I got you, girl. you ready?!” she asked and you got into a good position to run. Johnnie looked over at you and got ready as well. 

“You can do this (y/n)! Me and Barry believe in you! On the count of three,” Tara said. 

“One…”  you glanced over at Johnnie and saw he was looking at you also. 

“Two…” Johnnie grinned at you,  and you smirked back.

“Three!” Tara shouted and you took off as fast as you could. 

Johnnie was slightly behind you, and Tara and Barry were cheering you on. Jake was doing his best to hype up Johnnie, shouting encouraging words.  As you got close to the end, you felt arms wrap around your waist and you were lifted off of the floor. You let out a yelp of surprise and heard your boyfriend’s laugh in your ear. 

You laughed, out of breath from running. He set you down and as soon as your feet hit the ground you broke loose and set out in a sprint. Johnnie huffed and didn’t bother chasing you. Everyone was laughing and cheering you on. 

Your hand hit the wall at the end of the hall and you cheered. “I did it! What did I say? I knew I’d win!” you exclaimed. Johnnie looked at you with a smile at how happy you were. 

“That’s not fair!” he joked and you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re the one who tried to sabotage me!” you said and walked back to your friends. 

“That’s true Johnnie, it was sabotage,” Jake pointed out and you chuckled. “You’re supposed to support me,” Johnnie said floored by Jake’s sudden change in allegiance. 

Jake shrugged, “Sorry man, I have to call it like I see it,” he said and Johnnie rolled his eyes. 

“Alright, let’s get to our rooms, I’m done with this now,” Johnnie sighed and you chuckled. 

You grabbed Johnnie’s arm and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “C’mon Love, let’s find our rooms,” you said softly and you all set off to find them. 

Jake and Barry’s room came first, and then Tara’s. You and Johnnie walked down the halls by yourselves and talked softly amongst yourselves. 

“I’m happy we get our own room,” you said and looked over at him. He smiled and squeezed your hand. “ Me too. Just us, and no threat of someone bursting through the door uninvited, “ he said blissfully. You giggled softly and nodded. 

“I am definitely excited about that,” you said and smiled giddily. You came to a stop in front of your room and he got the key and opened the door for you. Your smile stretched from ear to ear as you walked into the room. He stepped in after you and placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you further into the room. 

Your attention was drawn to the balcony, and you quickly ran over to it. 

“Johnnie, look! It’s so pretty out here!” you beamed. 

Johnnie looked at you starry-eyed. His heart was almost too full of love for him to handle. He truly couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, he didn’t notice that you had looked at him. 

Your brow furrowed and you spoke up. “Love, are you ok?” you asked in concern. He broke out of his daze at the sound of your voice. “Yeah, I’m perfect,” he said and you walked to stand in front of him. 

Reaching up to place your hands on his face you smiled lovingly at him. 

“You are perfect aren’t you?” you admired him. His cheeks flushed and you smiled. “I love you (y/n),” he said. “I love you too Johnnie,” you said and tugged him down to kiss him. 

He grabbed your hips and gently led you to the bed. Your legs hit the edge and you dropped down onto the soft mattress. You backed yourself up onto the bed and he crawled over you. 

His lips landed on yours once more and your hands tangled into his hair. He bit your lip gently and you sighed. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. You could feel your heartbeat quicken and you swore he was close enough to feel it. He moved down to your jaw and placed lazy kisses along your neck. You mewled softly when he grazed your soft skin with his teeth. His kisses sent shivers up your spine at the cool metal adorning his lip. 

His hand slid under your shirt and gripped your waist firmly. “You’re so pretty baby,” He breathed against your neck. You sighed at his words, and he looked up at you through his lashes. He could see the need in your (e/c) eyes and knew he needed to stop what he knew he couldn't start right now. 

He lifted himself off of you and took his spot lying beside you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Why’d you stop?” you whined quietly.

 “We can finish this later, you’re supposed to go hang out with Tara soon. You should get ready babe,” he said and kissed your head. 

Reluctantly you got up from the bed and began to get ready. You fixed your makeup and put on your bathing suit throwing on one of Johnnie’s shirts you had stolen. He chuckled when he saw what shirt you were wearing. 

“What are you laughing about?” you questioned. “I was wondering where that shirt went,” he said and your face got hot. “It’s my favorite one, I didn't think you’d mind,” you said shyly. “I don’t mind at all, I just think it’s cute,” he said and admired you. You smiled softly at him. 

“Do you know where my book is Johnnie?” you asked as you looked through your bag. “It’s over here babe, you left it in your bag,” he told you and pointed to the chair by the balcony door where your purse sat.

“Thank you, my love,” you said and moved toward the chair to grab it. Just before Johnnie could speak there was a knock on the door. 

You knew it had to be Tara by the way she knocked. You opened the door for her and saw what she was wearing. She always dressed so well, and it kind of made you feel insecure but you knew that none of your friends would compare you. You knew that Johnnie would always choose you,” 

“You all ready?” she asked and you nodded. “I am, give me a second,” you said and walked to where Johnnie was sitting. “I love you, see you later ok. Be good, don’t drink too much to drown out the loneliness of being without me,” you said and leaned down to kiss his head. 

“I make no promises, except that I love you too,” he said and held your chin, bringing you down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. 

“Bye, Johnnie! Jake and Barry will be here to get you soon!” Tara called as you both exited the room. 

The door closed as you and Tara stepped into the surprisingly vacant hall. 

“How’s the UV today?” you asked, looking at her with a smile. 

She grinned brightly, “It’s honestly so great right now and I am dying to lay out,” she said and you chuckled. “I’m actually kind of excited 'cause this book is amazing,” you said. She chuckled. “Of course, that’s what you’re excited about,” she rolled her eyes and you laughed. 

 You finally reached the deck and chose your loungers. She settled in her lounge chair and you settled in yours. Opening your book you immediately got lost in it. 

You sat there until the wind started to pick up, and the clouds started to cover the sun. Tara sat up and sighed. 

“Are you serious? Why does this happen every time I want to tan?” she questions in frustration. 

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be, today Tara,” you said and shrugged. 

She sent a playful glare your way and you chuckled. “You’re really mean, I hope you know that,” she said and you laughed again.  

Tara and you got up from your spots to head back to her room for a bit. 

“I am glad we’re going back to your room, I wanted to tell you something,” you said.

 She looked at you with raised brows, “What is it?” she questioned eagerly. 

You stepped into the elevator, “It’s all good things I promise,” you said with a bright grin. 

Walking down the hall to her room, she had not stopped questioning you about what you wanted to tell her.  She pulled out her key and opened the door. You walked in first and flopped onto the bed. She put her stuff down and hopped on the bed next to you. 

“Ok, we’re here now tell me!” she said excitedly. 

“I’m really happy,” you finally told her.  Her eyes softened and she smiled at you.   “You seem like you are,” she said. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy and content in my entire life. I don’t wake up not wanting to exist. I don’t cry to my sister about feeling listless and alone,” you explained to her. 

She could hear your honesty and could feel how much you meant it.  “I never knew that I would ever find someone who would mean more to me than anything in my life. I didn’t ever believe that one day I would be so in love that nothing would hurt like it did before. I didn’t know that the person I dreamed of when I was little would find me, and love me like I love them,” you rambled on. 

Tara could see the tears well in your eyes and she reached forward to grab your hands in hers. 

“You survived every bad thing in your life, you pushed through because I think deep down you knew that it would all be worth it,” she said. You looked at her and she saw your tears falling down your face. Tara immediately brought you into a hug, and you just let yourself feel everything all at once. 

All of a sudden there was a knock at her door. She pulled away and walked to the door to see who it was. Hearing the boys she opened the door. 

“Finally, we’ve been looking everywhere for you two,” Jake complained. 

“You lied to us about tanning, I can’t even believe you right now,” Johnnie added. 

You laughed and Johnnie turned to see you sitting criss-cross on the bed. He walked toward you and you reached your arms out for him. He chuckled and stepped into your open arms, wrapping his around your shoulders. He placed a hand on the back of your head as you leaned against his chest.  He could feel how warm you still were from the sun you had gotten. 

“I missed you, Johnnie,” you said and looked up at him. He swept a few loose strands of hair away from your face, letting his fingers trace your cheekbones. You closed your eyes in contentment, with a soft smile on your lips. “I missed you too, baby,” 

He then noticed that your lashes were wet with tears. Concern clouded his eyes. 

“Have you been crying?” he inquired with worry. 

Your eyes fluttered open, “I’m ok love,” you said and took his hands. 

“Tara, why was she crying?” Johnnie looked at her for an answer. Jake turned his attention to you, and you smiled shyly under everyone’s gazes. 

“Wait, why were you crying? Are you ok (y/n)?” Jake's voice immediately held a level of compassion it hadn’t before. 

“She’s ok, she just needed a girl talk that’s all. It wasn’t anything to worry about,” she explained to them. 

You smiled gratefully at her, and she smiled back. “Are you sure? You can tell me anything, you know that right?” Johnnie reassured you. “I know, thank you, Johnnie,” you said and kissed the hand that you were holding. 

“We’re here too (y/n) if you ever need to talk to someone,” Jake added, and Barry nodded his head. You smiled in appreciation for your friends. “That means a lot to me guys, thank you very much,” you said and got up to give hugs to everyone. 

“Ok, everyone out, I have to get ready for Dinner,” Tara announced and began to shoo you all out of the room. You chuckled. 

“Wow Tara, you’re so rude. I can’t even believe you right now,” Jake jeered playfully. 

She smiled sarcastically and shut the door. 

“Well, what do we do now?” Jake threw his hands up. “I also have to get ready for dinner, so I’m just gonna go do that,” you said and began to walk away. Johnnie followed close behind. 

“You’re abandoning us too Johnnie?!” Jake crowed in disbelief. 

“Sorry guys, I wanna spend time with my girlfriend,” he said, turning around to see you waiting for him. 

“I’ll be quick, I promise!” you told Jake and Barry. “Sure you will,” Barry spoke, and you rolled your eyes. 

Johnnie took your hand and began walking you back to your room, leaving Jake and Barry outside of Tara’s room. As soon as they are out of earshot and sight you look up at your boyfriend. 

“I feel bad now, leaving them alone with nothing to do,” you said, playing with his fingers. He looked down at you in amusement. “Are you serious? You know they’ll find something stupid to do with their time,” he told you and you cracked a bit of a smile. “I guess you’re right,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

You stopped in front of your room as Johnnie unlocked it for you and held the door. You gave a small curtsey and walked in. “Most appreciated good sir,” you thanked him.

He chuckled and stepped in behind you. “Anything for the lady,” he responded and you looked over your shoulder and smiled. 

He couldn’t help but melt at how adorable you were. You were his to love and be loved by. It was small moments like these that made him realize how happy you truly made him. 

He watched as you opened your suitcase and finally began to unpack the things you needed. He saw you take out an outfit and furrow your brow before reaching for something else. 

You turned to look at him quizzically. “Johnnie, would you help me?” you asked and he immediately nodded his head. “Yeah sure, what's up babe?” he asked and stepped behind you. His hands held your hips and his chin rested on your shoulder.

“Does this look nice?” you asked and gestured to the clothes you had set out. 

He examined what you had put together, and smiled. It was a butter-yellow sundress with white flowers on it, along with a pair of frilly socks and white Mary janes. 

“Babe, it’s perfect, honestly, it is,” he told you. Looking at him you made sure to search his eyes for any sign of dishonesty, and (of course) found none. 

“Alright, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t gonna look stupid,” you said. He placed a hand on your cheek and made you look at him. “You’d never look stupid in anything. Plus, I love you in yellow,” he spoke softly meeting your eyes. Your face got warm and you averted your eyes. “Really?” you asked. “Absolutely,” he said and kissed your forehead. 

You grinned, gripping his shoulder to boost yourself up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, my love,” you said and he nodded. “No need to thank me,” he smiled. 

You stripped off the shirt you had borrowed and began to get dressed. Being ever the gentleman he kept his eyes on his phone. (or at least tried to).

You had finished putting on the dress and asked him if he could tie the bow in the back. He agreed and reached for the strings at the base of your neck, only now realizing that the dress had no back. 

“Wow,” he mumbled to himself, in awe of how beautiful you were without even seeing your face. “What’s wrong? Is it too much?” you asked, your voice filled with concern. 

“No, no, of course not. You’re just so beautiful,” he said while tying the bow for you. The feeling of his fingers grazing your skin caused a shiver to run through you. 

He smiled softly to himself at your reaction to his touch. He placed a kiss on your shoulder when he was done and you turned around. He could tell how his compliment, though said many times, still affected you. 

“It’s true you know, you’re so, so beautiful,” he said and tilted your chin up so he could lean down and place a kiss on your lips. 

“You make me really happy,” you confessed softly. He smiled, “You make me happy too,” he returned the sentiment. 

He pulled you in close and just held you for a moment. He didn’t want to let go but knew he had to. He let you go so you could finish getting ready. 

You put your makeup on, not much but just enough. Placing a white ribbon in your hair you were finally ready to meet up with everyone else. 

“Ok, I’m ready now!” you said smiling at Johnnie as he looked at you in awe. 

“I’m not sure if I want to go out anymore,” he joked and you chuckled. “But, because I love you I think I’d like to show off my gorgeous girlfriend,” He told you. You laughed again and smacked his arm, “C’mon Johnnie, everyone is waiting for us by the elevator,” you said and grabbed his hand to tug him out the door.  

He stopped you from moving forward by pulling you back to him. You yelped in surprise and he chuckled. 

“Johnnie, what are you doing?” you questioned with a small grin playing on your lips. 

He put his arm around your waist, “I just wanted one more second with you,” he spoke softly before leaning down to press his lips to yours. 

You let yourself melt into the kiss, placing your hands on his shoulders you pushed up on your toes to keep yourself as close as you could. Both of his hands gripped your waist, crinkling the soft yellow fabric of your dress. You whined softly when he caught your bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Shit, of course, this is why we had to wait forever!” Jake yelled from down the hall as he saw you. You and Johnnie both pulled away from each other, cheeks hot, lips pink and kiss-swollen. 

Before either of you could say anything Tara speaks up. 

“Shut up Jake, at least they aren’t having sex in the hallway,” she said. Your cheeks burned hotter than before. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. Johnnie placed his arm around your shoulder. 

“Let's just go get dinner,” Johnnie spoke up and started to guide you past everyone. Despite being flustered, he was always the one to jump in if you were uncomfortable. 

“Thanks, Johnnie,” you said softly so only he could hear. He smiled down at you and squeezed your shoulder. 

Tara walked up beside you and smiled at you knowingly. She grabbed your arm and pulled you away from your boyfriend. He looked over and saw Tara walking ahead with you and shook his head. 

“Bro she just stole your girlfriend, what the hell?” Jake spoke loudly. Tara turned toward him and stuck her tongue out. You laughed and shook your head. 

“You’ll get her back eventually, I just want to walk with my best friend. We’re the hottest people here so we obviously have to take the attention off of you guys so you won’t be embarrassed,” she shrugged. 

“That’s not true, right (y/n)?” Jake asked you. You smiled shyly, “Well, I do have to agree with Tara this time guys. I’m so sorry but the truth is undeniable,” you said with mock sympathy. Jake rolled his eyes and Johnnie shook his head. Barry chuckled behind the camera and you flashed him a smile. 

“So, what was that all about?” Tara asked quietly. “What?” you asked with furrowed brows. “That kiss in the hallway,” she said, nudging you a bit. “It was just a kiss that’s all,” You tried to deter. 

“No way missy, that was not just a kiss. That was a real kiss,” she told you and your brows furrowed again. “A real kiss?” you questioned. She rolled her eyes and tugged your arm, “Yes, a real kiss. The kind that makes you melt, that you know would lead somewhere if it weren’t for the circumstances,” she said and you blushed brightly. 

“I was trying to get us out the door, but he pulled me back and said he just wanted one more second with me,” you told her quietly. She looked at you with wide eyes and a huge grin. “Are you serious, that's the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” she whispered. 

“He really is sweet to me. I realize how lucky I am every day, and it’s crazy because I’ve never felt this loved and secure in my entire life,” you told her with a soft smile. She immediately wrapped you in a side hug. “I’m so happy for you babe,” she smiled at you. 

Jake, Johnnie, and Barry were walking behind you. Johnnie looked at you like you were the only thing he could see. He wore a smile that no one had ever seen. Jake noticed this and decided to speak up. 

“Hey Johnnie, you ok?” he asked. Johnnie snapped his attention to Jake and nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” He asked. 

“You just seem unfocused,” Barry spoke up this time. “No, no I’m good. Sorry guys,” he said and tried to wave it off. 

“It’s ok. You seem happy,” Jake pointed out and Johnnie smiled and nodded once again. “I am happy. I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long time,” Johnnie admitted to his friends. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone as in love as you two are,” Barry said. 

Johnnie chuckled and his cheeks got pink. “I’ve never been this in love with anyone,” Johnnie stated. Jake walked up next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I’m happy for you Johnnie,” Jake said, and Barry gave the same sentiment. 

“Thanks guys,” he said. 

You peeked over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend and friends. They all had smiles and that in turn made you smile. Johnnie met your gaze and his smile brightened. 

“Ok, let’s find a table,” Tara spoke up as you all came to a halt to look around for seats. 

You spotted one, “There’s one over there guys c’mon before someone takes it,” You say as you point at a table by the window. You all walk as quickly as you can to get to the table first. You sat down first right by the window and Johnnie took the seat next to you. 

Finally, you were all settled with your drinks and orders placed. Dinner went by quite fast. With Johnnie’s hand on your thigh and how many drinks you were having it was a bit of a blur. 

Jake and Johnnie were at the bar with Barry. So, you and Tara decided to sneak off to the club that they had.

“C’mon

 hurry up (y/n),” Tara tugged at your hand impatiently. You giggled and followed her lead. “This outfit doesn’t seem like club attire,” you pointed out to her as you looked at how you were dressed. 

“It’s cute so it doesn’t matter now c’mon let’s go!” she rattled off excitedly. “Alright, then let’s go,” you said, walking into the club with her. 

You both got more drinks and began to dance with each other. You didn’t even notice everyone staring at you in your yellow sundress and frilly socks. You and your friend lost all track of time, dancing and singing and talking to strangers. Taking pictures with people who were fans. 

You were having the time of your life when suddenly you felt a hand on your waist. 

Turning around you noticed a guy standing behind you and tried to back away. 

Little did you know, in your drunken state, it was Johnnie. The guy standing behind you was in fact your boyfriend. Tara had seen how drunk you were and decided it was time to text Johnnie. Hoping he was sober enough to wrangle you in. 

Johnnie looked confused when you backed away from him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked and took a tentative step forward. Your brows furrowed and you tried to escape through the crowd to find Tara. 

Johnnie quickly fell in step behind you with a guiding hand on your lower back. You felt his touch and tried to move faster. “Babe, where are you going?” he asked loudly trying to be heard over the music. 

“Leave me alone, I have a boyfriend,” you said and turned to him with a sharp glare. His eyes lit up with realization. He had to hold in his laughter. 

“Do you now?” he questioned. You walked out of the crowd and began to walk away from the club. Johnnie was right there beside you. “Yes, I do. Now if you wouldn’t mind going away I would appreciate it,” you said and stuck your nose in the air. “Let’s get you to the room,” He took your hand in his but you pulled away quickly almost losing your balance. He swiftly reached to grab your waist preventing you from falling. 

“Hey, I said to leave me alone, I have a boyfriend. He’s handsome and smart and kind. He has tattoos and would fuck you up if he was here right now,” you said and squirmed out of his grip. A huge smile formed on his face as you described him to himself. He couldn’t help but start to laugh. 

“What are you laughing about?” you asked angrily, giving him a mean stare. 

Your eyes adjusted slightly from being out of the dimly lit club. You saw that it was your boyfriend and you sighed in relief. 

“Johnnie! You’re here!” you shouted happily and instantly wrapped your arms around him. He laughed once more and pulled you closer. “I’m here baby,” he said softly and kissed your head. 

“You wouldn’t believe what just happened,” you said and shook your head. He almost couldn’t believe what was going on. He had never seen you this drunk before. 

“What happened?” he asked and ran his hands up and down your sides. 

“There was this guy who wouldn’t leave me alone. He followed me out of the club and everything. I told him I had a boyfriend but he just wouldn’t stop, I told him that you’d fuck him up if he didn’t go away.” you explained. Johnnie smiled softly at you. 

“Good job babe, I’m glad you’re okay. How ‘bout we go to bed now?” he asked and you nodded your head. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m so glad you showed up, you probably scared him away,” you said and he just nodded along. 

He got you to your room and sat you on the bed. He made sure to text Tara and let her know that you were ok and in the room with him. 

While he was texting her you kicked your shoes off and climbed up the bed to curl up. Turning around he saw you snuggled up with the pillows. Makeup still on, along with your dress and hair bow. He chuckled, smiling as he walked over to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently took out the bow and ran his fingers through your hair. You sighed in contentment, stretching your limbs and turning to face him. 

“Let’s get ready for bed ok love?” he asked and placed his hand on your arm. You groaned and hid your face in the pillow. 

“I’ll help you, I promise,” he said and kissed your messy hair. You let out a sigh and gave in, slowly sitting up. Your limbs felt heavy and so did your eyes. He helped you stand up, walking behind you to undo the ties of your dress. You let the dress fall as Johnnie hands you your favorite shirt to sleep in. You smile and slip it over your head. 

He quickly grabs a makeup wipe from his bag and begins to wipe the little makeup remaining off your face. You don’t complain about using the wipe this time, too tired to care at this point. 

When he’s done he guides you into the bathroom to brush your teeth as he does the same. Your movements are languid but thankfully get the job done. You then wash your face and are about to head to bed when Johnnie stops you. 

“Do you want moisturizer on babe?” he asked sweetly. You gingerly nodded your head. He carefully picked you up and set you on the counter. He stepped between your legs which you then wrapped around his waist. Your arms were resting over his shoulders as he gently applied the cream to your face. His touch made you even sleepier. You let your eyes flutter shut, and you felt yourself relax. 

You didn’t even realize he was done until he spoke. “Let’s get some sleep (y/n),” he whispered in your ear as he picked you up to carry you to bed. 

He placed you down gently onto the bed, lifting the covers to reach your chin. You snuggled into the pillows and he slid onto his side of the bed. 

You liked to be facing him so he brought you close to him. You quickly draped your leg over his hips and he placed his hand on your thigh. 

He kissed your head, and you tilted your head to look at him. You smiled softly and tilted your chin up slightly, indicating that you’d like a kiss. He chuckled quietly and leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly. He pulled back and you placed your face in the crook of his neck. 

Feeling your lashes flutter against his skin is how he knew you were finally asleep.  Johnnie smiled to himself before drifting off to sleep. 

The morning came as quickly as you had fallen asleep. You awoke before your boyfriend, your eyes opened, and were met with a dim room. Johnnie had closed the curtains before going to sleep so it wouldn’t be as bright when you woke up. You smiled softly at his thoughtfulness. It wasn’t anything major, but it was so very sweet of him. 

You glanced at him and raised your hand to softly trace his tattoos with your finger. You loved every one of them, but your favorite was the moon on his face. It suited him so well, any time you saw a moon like that you were reminded of him. It made you wonder what you would ever do if you broke up. You wouldn’t be able to look at the moon without thinking of him. 

Your eyes welled with tears at the thought and you curled closer to him. Wanting to be as near to him as you could be. Simply wanting to memorize the feeling of him beside you. His warmth, his touch, everything he was. 

As you were lost in thought, you didn’t notice him begin to stir from his sleep. 

Johnnie felt your hold on him get tighter and he looked down at you with worried eyes. 

“Babe, you ok?” he whispered groggily. You looked at him with a soft smile, trying to hide your emotions. “I’m fine love. I just got a bit cold that’s all,” you tried to play it off. 

He saw right through you, “You can tell me anything, remember?” he said and gently brushed a few pieces of hair away from your face. 

You sighed, trying not to give in. “It’s really nothing Johnnie, I promise,” You said with a smile. He gave you a look saying that he didn’t believe you. Your smile fell, and your eyes cast downward. “What’s wrong, (y/n)?” he questioned gently. 

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” you spoke softly in fear your voice would break. His eyes softened, and he softly coaxed you to look at him. Seeing the glimmer of tears in your eyes his heart fell. 

“I don’t ever want to endure life without you again. It was so horrible, I was never happy. Most days I had to talk myself into having the will to stay. I had to do it all by myself, and now I have you. Life doesn’t hurt anymore, I don’t feel like I’m dying just by existing. I want to live because living means getting to love you and that’s all I want.” you admitted to him. 

Johnnie gazed at you with an unchanging expression of compassion. He didn’t know how you felt, all he knew was that he understood. 

“You’re all I want. You make life worth living and show me more every day that you’re the only one I want to live this life with,” he stated with conviction. Wanting nothing more than to let you know how much he loved you. 

Tears streamed down your face, and you swore your heart stopped for a second. 

Johnnie reached up and wiped the tears away, pulling you closer than you thought you could ever be to someone. He felt you shake against him and kissed your shoulder softly. 

“You don’t have to do it alone anymore.” He whispered into your ear as you clung to him. 

You’re not sure how long you stayed like that but you knew that every second was healing you, and him. 

You slowly pulled away from him and leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss. He held your cheek in a firm but gentle grip. Separating from each other you smiled softly at him, which he returned. 

“I guess it’s time to get up then huh?” You ask with a grin. “No, actually it’s not,” he said and tried to stop you from sitting up. You gave in and placed one last kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed fully. “Let’s go, babe,” you said while stretching. 

Your shirt rode up the slightest bit revealing the slightest peek at the lace on your underwear. Johnnie couldn’t help but admire his beautiful girlfriend. 

You noticed his staring and rolled your eyes. “Staring is rude,” you chastised playfully. 

“I can’t help that the woman I love is absolutely beautiful,” he said and heat rushed to your cheeks. 

“Oh, hush. Now, c’mon let’s get up,” you told him. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly began to get out of bed. You grabbed your phone from the charger and saw that you had a text from Tara. She asked if you and Johnnie were ready to go eat breakfast. 

You texted back letting her know that you’d be ready in 20 minutes. 

You walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush your teeth, Johnnie did the same. The process of getting ready for the day was surprisingly easy. You were also surprised at how little of a hangover you had. You barely even remembered the events of last night. 

You were wearing a green floral pattern corset top and a pair of shorts. You wore the necklace that Johnnie had gotten you for your birthday, the pendant was your birth flower. 

Johnnie stepped out of the bathroom and looked at you. He smiled as your eyes met his, “Hey, Johnnie, what happened last night?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Johnnie almost laughed as he thought of what happened last night. 

“Well, it was an eventful night for you. But I’ll spare you the details to save you the embarrassment,” he said and walked over to you dropping a kiss on your forehead. You sighed and shut your eyes tightly running your hands over your face. 

“It was that bad?” you asked him. “I thought it was adorable,” he said and grabbed your hands in his. 

“So it was that bad,” you sighed and let your head fall on his shoulder. He chuckled and kissed your head. 

“How are you feeling by the way?” he asked, and you shrugged. “I’m ok, not too bad Just a headache and a bit sick to my tummy,” you told him and he couldn’t help but smile at your use of the word tummy. “Maybe a bit of food will help. Let’s go meet everyone for breakfast,” he said. You grabbed your phone and he held the door open for you. 

You smiled at him in thanks. You waited for him as he walked out, he placed a hand on the small of your back guiding you forward. 

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, You always do,” you thanked him and he blushed a bit. “You do the same for me,” he replied and you smiled at him.

You met up with Tara, Jake, and Barry. You smiled and bid everyone good morning with the returned sentiment. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Tara asked his time. 

“I’m doing alright, I just have a headache and I’m a bit sick to my stomach,” You told her and she looked at you in confusion. 

“Girl, there’s no way you’re that ok. You literally didn’t recognize Johnnie and told him that you had a boyfriend to make him go away,” she explained to you with a laugh. 

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. 

“Wait! No way, I have never seen (y/n) that drunk before. You didn’t recognize Johnnie?” Jake questioned incredulously. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. 

“It’s ok (y/n), we all do stupid things when we’re drunk. Don’t worry about it,” Barry tried to reassure you. He squeezed your shoulder. 

“Guys, you didn’t have to tell her,” Johnnie said and wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest. You hid yourself in his chest as they all laughed. 

“It was cute though from what you told me!” Tara exclaimed. “Still, she’s embarrassed about it now. I wasn’t even gonna tell her,” he said. 

“Sorry (y/n),” Tara said. “Didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Jake added. 

They saw your shoulders begin to shake and they grew concerned, as did Johnnie. 

“Hey, hey babe, are you crying?” he asked and pulled away from you. 

He saw that in fact, you were not crying at all. You were in fits of giggles. Johnnie smiled and chuckled with you. Your friend’s concern grew into confusion as you turned to face them. 

“I did that? Like, honestly?” you asked through laughter. Tara nodded her head hesitantly. 

“You’re not mad we told you?” she asked and you shook your head no. 

“No, I was completely shocked, and embarrassed of course but… that’s so crazy. I don’t think I’ve been that drunk before,” you told them with a smile. You could see the relief wash over them. 

“You actually scared me, I thought we made you cry,” Jake said and walked over to hug you. You hugged him back just as tightly, “I’m fine, no tears here,” you said as he let go of you. 

“Barry, I appreciate your reassurance. You’re always the one to make me feel better,” you said and gave him a side hug. Johnnie looked down at you and shook his head with a big smile. You looked up at him and linked your arm with his. 

“Breakfast time now!” you enthused. Everyone chuckled as they followed your lead to a table. 

You sat down and ordered your favorite breakfast with coffee/tea. Tara and you were mainly the ones to chat away. She told you more of what happened, and you all laughed. It was nice to be able to spend time with them. 

Tara wanted to attempt to tan one more time before the cruise ended. You decided to stay with the boys this time. She begrudgingly agreed once you promised to go to the beach with her when you got home. 

The day passed much too quickly for your liking, it was now almost 6 pm. The boys of course were starting to drink, and you had taken a pass after what happened the night before. You weren’t sure where Tara had run off to, but you assumed she was tipsy enough to want to talk with strangers now. Johnnie and Jake were both doing their best to hide how many drinks they had had. 

The night carried on like that until it all became too much. Barry and Tara helped you get Jake and Johnnie back to the rooms at the end of the night. Once you knew Barry and Jake were safe in their room you walked with Tara to hers. You made sure she got in safely and made your way to your room. 

Johnnie was doing his best to help you manage him into your room. He tried to walk as best as he could without stumbling around. He did rather well and as you entered the room he collapsed on the bed. 

You chuckled at the sight of him. His hair was a mess and his makeup smeared a bit. Just as he helped you the night before you helped him. He curled up next to you in bed and drifted off as soon as you began playing with his hair. 

“I love you, Johnnie,” you whispered and kissed his head before drifting off.

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Ericca, my love. I come to you with a little idea (and challenge) ❤️

We both know how much you love Frank Grillo, so I had an idea for another one of his characters. Leo Barnes from The Purge franchise.

Reader being a sweet waitress at a Cafe where Leo buys his coffee. They always have polite exchanges, bordering on flirting. Maybe some hidden feelings? Then Purge night comes along and by some freak accident she's trapped outside. And of course Leo is there to save the day. And maybe... a little kiss at the end? 🥺👉👈

A little coffee shop meet-cute meets horror. If anyone can do it, you can. I kept it deliberately vague, cause I want you to have artistic freedom 🤣❤️

Sweet Lily,

I love your challenges for me so so much! I’ve been watching a LOT of Frank Grillo lately and yes, you’re right, I love him 🤣🥵 and Leo is obviously a character I haven’t written for before but I loved this idea and I just think he’s so smexy. I know this wasn’t a sleepover ask but it’s been done for a little while so I just wanted to get it out. I hope you like it and thank you again for sending it in! ♥️♥️♥️

A Call for Help

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Sergeant Leo Barnes x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, little fluff, little smooching

Word Count: 4.1K-ish

Summary: It’s 2 days before the yearly Purge. You’re working in a coffee shop, and your regular, Sergeant Barnes, comes in just like every morning for his coffee.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Leo and I really really liked it. I’d definitely be willing to write for him again. For those who aren’t aware, Sergeant Leo Barnes is from The Purge: Anarchy.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Los Angeles, March 20, One day before the annual Purge

This was probably one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made. Moving to Los Angeles was a terrible idea and you’ve regretted it every single day since you’ve been out here. Smog, crime, and homelessness were just three of the reasons this was an awful place to live, plus you really missed home on the east coast.

No one put on fake smiles there. You missed the scowls and the open judgement of home and now you were living in a place where the smiles were as fake as the boobs.

But your boyfriend had convinced you it would be a good thing. A fresh start in a new city was just what you needed according to him and stupidly, you agreed with him. What a stupid idea to pick up and leave all of your family and friends behind for a man you’ve known for less than year.

However, about three months after the two of you arrived in L.A., you caught him cheating with bleach blonde bimbo with fake tits, fake hair, and who knows what else was fake on Malibu Barbie.

Feeling ashamed and stupid, you knew you couldn’t go home right away plus you didn’t have enough money to leave. You worked two jobs to make the money you needed so you worked tirelessly in a coffee shop during the day and a few nights a week, you tended bar at an upscale gentleman’s club where the clientele handed you ridiculous tips.

You probably didn’t even need to work at the coffee shop during the day because of the money you made at the club but the more money you brought in, the faster you could get back home and leave Los Angeles far behind.

The aroma of coffee was one of your favorite scents, it made you happy and the veteran owned coffee shop where you worked was welcoming and cozy. You didn’t have to pretend to enjoy working there because you actually did. Sure, you had the occasional rude customer that you had to put a fake smile on for but most of the time, it was a pleasure to work there.

When anyone but your regulars would come in, you and your co-workers would try and make a guess of what kind of coffee they wanted before they arrived at the counter. It was a fun game.

No one really ordered coffee flavored coffee anymore though. It was always a hazelnut concoction, or a touch of chocolate, a pump of this, almond milk, oak milk, or whatever the newest trend was in coffee. They all had to have it…except for him.

He only ever ordered a large black coffee and for that, he was your favorite customer.

Sergeant Barnes had deep brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and his eyes were the color of Tennessee whiskey. His golden amber eyes made your stomach flutter every morning when he came in around 8:30.

His thick fingers scratched at the days old stubble on his cheeks after he walked through the door and the raspy tone to his voice made you weak in the knees every time he said “Mornin’, sweetheart.” Plus, his police uniform really did it for you.

Everyone at work knew you had a crush on Sergeant Barnes. You didn’t really try and hide it. The way you jumped to the front counter whenever he walked through the door was obvious to them, not so much to him though.

Biting back a smile, you saw him walk up to the door while everyone behind the counter scattered so you were the only one available to wait on him.

“Real subtle, you guys.” You said.

Jane chuckled and said sarcastically, “Hey, we know how much you loooooove him. We don’t blame you either, your Sergeant is pretty hot.”

“Alright, keep your voice down.” You said with a slight grin. “He’s coming.”

“Maybe he’s just breathing heavy.” Another one of your co-workers said.

You playfully slapped him. “Tim! Shut it!”

The lines around his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you.

“Mornin’, sweetheart. Anyone give you shit today? I can go arrest them if they did.” He said in a lighthearted tone.

A wide smile stretched across your lips and your voice got caught in your throat as you answered, “Uh, n-no. Not today, Sergeant. The usual?”

“The usual…please.” He replied.

You turned around to fill the cup with black coffee and your friends were looking at you, grinning like idiots. Jane tried to make hand gestures to try and get you to engage in more conversation with him.

It was a little morbid but you started talking about the Purge anyway.

“S-so the Purge is tomorrow night, huh? I imagine it gets pretty brutal in a city like L.A.” You said, your voice shaking a little.

Sergeant Barnes took his wallet from his pants and tapped the machine to pay for his coffee. His expression hardened when he heard the words. The muscles in his face tightened as he clenched his teeth and wrapped his fingers around his coffee cup.

“It is sweetheart and you make sure you’re locked up inside before those sirens go off, understand?” He said in angry tone.

You could feel all of the color in your face disappear and you imagined your face was as white as a marble pillar. You folded your hands together and rested them on the counter to stop them from shaking while staring into his sad eyes.

He could tell he frightened you a little, looking at his body language and hearing the gruff tone to his voice.

“Ah, I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to snap at ya. I just want you to stay safe, is all. Ok?” He said softly.

You nodded and said uneasily as you tried to smile, “Y-yes, I-I understand.”

Sergeant Barnes reached for your hand. His fingers were calloused but his touch was gentle and comforting, almost protective in a way.

“It’ll be alright. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He said as his brushed your knuckles with his thumb and gave you a warm smile.

He walked out and you didn’t exhale until he was out of sight. That’s when everyone ran up to you making comments to you about how they could tell the Sergeant likes you.

Imitating the Sergeant, Jane said “’I just want you to stay safe.’ Oh my god, he’s into you too!”

“Nah, maybe he was just being nice. He knows I haven’t been in L.A. long so it’s my first Purge out here.” You said.

Jane rolled her eyes. “Yeah, ok. You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you.” She said.

You replied, “I suppose I will.”

7:00 AM, March 21, 12 Hours Before the Start of The Purge

The morning hours were usually pretty busy and time went by quickly but this morning was different, quieter, slower, which you found rather frightening. Even the air had an eerie feel to it because you knew what was coming…the one night a year where all crime was legal, even murder.

Back home you lived in a small New England town where nothing really happened except in larger cities. The next day, you would see all of the carnage left behind. Vandalism, robberies, burning buildings, the dead bodies…as much as you were hardened by the tough upbringing you had back home, nothing prepared you for what was going to happen 12 hours from now.

And you hated to admit it to yourself but it scared you because you were all alone now. You didn’t have anyone out here to go to feel safe.

It was close to 8:30 and you knew Sergeant Barnes would be in soon so everyone was acting busy, cleaning, preparing online orders, or doing whatever they could to give you space so you could talk to your crush.

Jane checked the time. “It’s almost 8:30, y/n. Hey maybe your Sergeant will ask you to stay with him during Purge hours. He’ll be able to keep you safe then.” She said with a wink.

“Well I doubt it but if you wanna manifest that for me, you’re more than welcome to. My building is pretty secure and I’m high up so I should be ok.” You said.

It didn’t mean you wanted to sit there all night and watch the news because you definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep.

As you wiped down the front counter, you looked up to see Sergeant Barnes getting ready to reach for the door handle. He wasn’t wearing his police uniform though. In place of his uniform, he was wearing a black t-shirt, gray pants, and a black jacket.

You said hello first.

“Good mornin’ Sergeant. You’re not working today?” You asked.

He shook his head, smiled and replied, “Not today, sweetheart. I got some stuff to take care of before tonight. What time are you workin’ until today?”

Warmth spread across your chest and your stomach dropped. Nervously, you replied, “Here? Me? Uh, w-well I’m working until 2 and then I have some errands to run before I go home for the night. Lemme get you your coffee.”

You turned around and poured his coffee into a cup, your hand shaking slightly which he noticed.

“You ok, y/n?” He asked. “Nervous?”

With a hitch in your voice, you replied, “Yeah, well, uh maybe a little.”

“Tell ya what…how bout I check on ya right before the sirens go off, make sure you’re home and all locked up.” He said, sliding his phone across the counter. “Put your number in there and I’ll call you, ok? I promise.”

You felt your shoulders relax and your hands stopped shaking as you typed in your number into his phone. You were feeling better already.

“Thank you, Sergeant Barnes. This is really nice of you. Can I get you anything else for the road? A muffin or a breakfast sandwich, perhaps?” You asked.

“I’m good with just the coffee, sweetheart. Thank you. And y/n?” He said.

You looked up from the register and replied, “Yes?”

“It’s Leo…my first name is Leo.” He said with a wink.

You couldn’t hide the fact you were blushing now. Biting down on your lower lip, you managed to reply with, “Ok…Leo. I guess I’ll talk to you soon.”

Leo brushed your knuckles with his fingers again and replied, “Yes, you will.”

After quickly running to the store for some supplies, mostly food, you headed for home. It was 6:30, plenty of time to walk home and get settled before the sirens went off. But when you arrived at your building, everything was locked up tight. Metal panels were fastened to the side of the building, blocking all of the exits, leaving only the fire escapes open.

You looked at your watch…6:50. There wasn’t any time to find a safe place to go. Looking down the street, you could see figures dressed in dark clothing, sweatshirts with hoods, and wearing creepy face masks, they were just waiting for those sirens to go off indicating the start of the Purge. And you couldn’t be sure but you had the sinking feeling that they were looking right at you.

Suddenly, your phone started to ring. You didn’t recognize the number but remembered Sergeant Barnes said he would call later to make sure you were alright and ready to wait out the next 12 hours. Maybe this was him.

With a shaky finger, you pressed the answer button.

“H-hello?” You said with a hitch in your voice.

He replied, “Hey y/n, it’s Leo. Just callin’ to make sure you’re home and safe.”

There was a long pause because you were trying to regain your composure to answer him, otherwise you were going to burst into tears.

He said your name again.

“Y/n? Hello?”

You finally answered.

“Y-yeah, I’m here Leo. Uh, I’m locked out of my building! I came home and everything was shut up tight, I can’t get in! I don’t know what happened! I can’t get anywhere in five minutes to wait out the next 12 hours, there’s no time!” You said in a scared tone.

Leo barked into the phone. “Where are you?!!”

You told him your address.

“Yeah, ok I know where that is. Try and find a place to hide and I’ll be there in FIVE minutes!” He said.

Tightly hugging the walls of your building, you crept around the corner to the alley. You knew there were a couple of dumpsters you could probably hide behind. He said five minutes which would take you right to 7:00.

You told yourself, “it won’t be for that long…he’ll be here soon.”

There was a small space in between two large dumpsters you managed to wedge yourself into while you impatiently waited for Leo to show up and how was he already so close to where you are? Did he live nearby? Was he participating in the Purge?

A restless shiver shot down your back as goosebumps danced across your skin. The hair on the back of your neck was standing on end as you crouched down low and out of sight while hugging your body to try and stop yourself from shaking uncontrollably.

Just as you heard the sirens, you also heard voices at the end of the alley, none of which were Leo’s.

“I saw her come down here.” One of them said.

Another replied, “You didn’t see shit, there’s no one down here! Let’s go.”

Along with their voices, the sound of a wooden baseball bat being dragged across the pavement could be heard echoing all around you. There was no place left to hide and you could only hope they would get frustrated and leave.

“Wait. She could be hiding around those dumpsters down there. Let’s go check.” He said.

Shit.

You couldn’t make a run for it. There were a lot more people waiting outside the alley than inside plus Leo told you told you to stay there. He was coming for you.

You could hear the footsteps getting closer and your heart was racing as it beat faster and harder against your chest until the sounds of the baseball bat stopped and you heard the voices again.

“You were right. She’s over here and she is a pretty little thing, isn’t she.” He said.

Two of them were wearing these creepy white masks and a third had his face painted white, black circles drawn under his eyes and an upside down cross had been drawn on his forehead. Pointing his machete at you, he silently told you he wanted you to come out.

The ones with the baseball bats began striking the dumpster over and over again, scaring you each time the bats hit against the dumpsters and the loud noises echoed throughout the alley.

The tears came hard and fast. They streaked down your cheeks uncontrollably as you opened your mouth to try and speak to them.

“P-please, y-you don’t wanna do th-this.” You choked out.

One of them that was holding a bat, stopped to look at you. From behind the mask, it had appeared that he had recognized you.

“5C?!” He said.

5C was your apartment number.

You replied, “Yes! Yes! I’m in 5C!”

“She’s always nice to us, man. Come on, leave her alone.” He pleaded.

The leader shoved him out of the way.

“I’ll decide who lives or dies! You got that?!” He yelled.

The other two nodded as the one with the machete started to speak again but was suddenly cut off. You heard three gun shots, then each of them hitting the pavement and crying out in pain. They had all been shot in the knee caps.

“Let’s go! Come on, y/n!” Shouted Leo.

He waved you out from in between the dumpsters, grabbed you by the hand and you started running toward the black car that was parked at the end of the alley.

“Get in the backseat and stay outta sight, understand?!” Commanded Leo.

Out of breath, you managed to choke out, “Y-yes. I understand! But why are you out here, Sergeant? You’re dressed like you’re…Purging!”

Leo didn’t answer you; he just started driving.

“LEO!!” You said, angrily.

“You could just say ‘thank you,’ sweetheart, alright?! I like you but what I’m doing out here is none of your concern.” He said, glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

Softly, you replied, “Thank you…thank you for saving me, Sergeant. But you’re stuck with me for the next 12 hours, so can you please tell me why you’re out here, dressed like you are, and why you have a car full of guns? Please, Leo.”

Cowering in the backseat, your eyes met his gaze every time he glanced at you in the mirror. His eyes were the color of amber and right before the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, they reflected in the mirror, matching the gold in the sunset. They were beautiful.

Leo was always very pleasant and nice every single morning when he came in to get his coffee but there was something very sad behind his beautiful eyes. Other than the pleasantries, you didn’t know anything more about him than any other customer of yours…but you wanted to.

He pulled over in an area that seemed pretty safe and parked the car. Making sure the doors were locked, he turned the engine off, and leaned with his back against the window so he could look at you.

Without warning, he told you why he was out tonight.

“My son was killed by a drunk driver but since he technically died on Purge night, the driver got off on that technicality.” He said in a low angry voice and a touch of acid in his tone.

Your heart sank into your stomach and cutting through the silence you said, “Oh Leo…I’m…I’m so sorry.”

That’s why his eyes were so sad.

He replied, “So you said I look like I’m dressed to purge…well, you’re right. I am. I want that son of a bitch dead. He took my son from me and I want him to pay for what he did.”

You placed your hand on top of his. The smooth skin of your palm brushed against the rough dry patches on his knuckles and with your other hand, you slowly and carefully brushed the stubble on his cheek.

“Don’t look at me that way, y/n. I already know what you’re going to say.” He said before you cut him off.

“Well I’m gonna say it anyway, Leo. You’re not gonna feel any better and it’s not going to bring your son back!” You said.

Leo glared at you with his whiskey colored eyes and with a dry bitterness in his throat, he said, “How do you know I won’t feel better?! Huh?!!”

Instead of matching his intensity, you calmly but firmly said, “Because that hole in your heart will still be there when it’s all over. Please don’t do this.”

He didn’t care and he wasn’t hearing what you had to say.

“Listen, I’m gonna drop you off at my apartment. You’ll be safe there ‘til I get back. I disabled one of the security panels at his house so it will be quick, in and out and I’ll be back alright?” He said.

The entire ride back to his apartment, you begged him not to go through with it, to the point where you tried to block him from leaving or at least taking you with him but it was no use.

He left you with a few guns and weapons, just in case but he said he would be back soon and he would take you home in the morning after the Purge was all over.

Leo had secured his place really well so you felt safe but scared for him. You knew it wasn’t going to make anything better, it wouldn’t help him heal, and it wouldn’t bring his son back.

One of the pictures you found of Leo’s son had his name written on the back…Nicholas. He had a very sweet face and he looked a lot like Leo.

Maybe if you had tried harder to keep him from leaving, Leo wouldn’t be out there right now murdering the man who killed his son.

You couldn’t even begin to try and know how he felt but he was in agony and the only way he knew how to deal with it was an eye for an eye. It was too late though and all you could do was sit and wait for him to come back.

You had managed to find some tea and the tv remote control. It was hidden in the couch cushions. Almost every channel was covering the Purge but all you wanted to do was escape from it so you searched until you found a movie that was far from anything that was going on outside.

No matter how many times you’ve seen it, The Wizard of Oz was one of your favorite movies so you watched it whenever it was on tv and no matter where it was in the movie too, you’d still watch it to the end.

At around 12:30 you head keys in the door. You had been too wired to try and sleep so you just drank tea and nervously bit your nails. Obviously, it had to be Leo if he was using keys to get inside but you still didn’t want to take any chances so you positioned yourself in front of the door with one of his guns in your hands.

The door cracked open and you heard a voice from behind it.

“Sweetheart, put the gun down, it’s just me.” He said.

How did he know?

“It’s been hours, Leo. Where have you been?” You asked. “Where does this guy live?! I hope you got what you wanted out of it because—“

Leo interrupted you.

“I didn’t do it.” He said softly.

“What?” You replied in a very surprised tone.

He closed the door behind him and started to walk toward you, stopping inches from your face.

“I could have. I was in the guy’s bedroom, while he and his wife were sleeping. I could have done it but then I kept hearing a voice in my head…your voice saying ‘that hole in your heart will still be there when it’s all over.’ Your voice stopped me from pulling that trigger.” His voice sounded extra raspy.

“Leo—“ You started to say before he cut you off.

He pinched your chin in between his thumb and forefinger, tilted it upward so you were looking into his eyes and he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry.” Said Leo. “I just wanted to feel something other than hate and sadness. And no one has been able to change my mind once I’ve made up my mind about something but I listened to you.”

You replied, “I imagine that couldn’t have been easy but…I’m glad you did. And I’m not gonna pretend I know what you must be feeling because I don’t but I do know that it wouldn’t have made things any better.”

Closing the gap between your faces, you kissed him. Leo’s lips tasted sweet like caramel and black coffee. His mouth slanted over yours which made your entire body shudder.

Pulling you into an embrace, the two of you stood there in silence for a minute. Leo released a long exhale down the side of your neck, goosebumps erupted across your skin, and he squeezed you tightly against his chest.

“Thank you.” Whispered Leo.

You gave him a warm smile and replied, “You’re welcome, Sergeant Barnes.” Glancing at your watch, you asked, “Well we have about 6 hours left, what do you wanna do?”

As he brushed a stray hair away from your face, he replied, “Well…if you can’t tell, I kinda like ya so I’d love to get to know you better.”

Warmth spread across your cheeks as you bit back a smile.

You felt safe in his arms and deep down you knew Leo would never let anything bad happen to you. He rescued you barely knowing anything about you, only that you poured his coffee every morning but he did it anyway.

And in a way, you rescued him too.

Softly against his chest, you whispered, “I’d like that too.”

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[whitemancumslut]

this is a sneak peak of something i just skimmed while out at brunch. it’s so hot already eeekkk:/ not proofread

Y/n's schedule was quite packed due to her frequent film shootings and back-to-back interviews, leaving her with little time in town. But luckily, she was back in L.A and was able to attend her good friends’ Mitch and Sarah’s house warming.

Sarah and Y/n knew each other years before fame. High school best friends, even. Inseparable. Y/n came to the house party and was beyond happy to be back with her good friends, but did not expect to meet and sleep with the one and only Harry Styles.

How did that happen?

Well. Harry had developed a stronger bond with both Mitch and Sarah similar to Y/n's. Following the end of 1D and transitioning into his solo career, he has spent an increasing amount of time in the studio with Mitch, deepening their friendship over the years.

Harry was on his famous Love on Tour’s hiatus and came to attend the housewarming he was invited to.

Harry and Y/n were familiar with each others names. Sarah mentioned Harry once or twice about how he’s working with Mitch in the studio often, and obviously she’s heard of his band, 1D, and his music was everywhere. For Harry, Y/n was everywhere. Her films, her commercials, her name itself. Harry has watched most of the films she’s been in considering how recommended and famous they were. She was a young actress would was growing huge in the courses of months.

When they met it was instant sexual tension. Before they met, even. At one point of the housewarming, Y/n was talking to Sarah and when her eyes laid upon Harry they couldn’t leave him. Her mind was quickly filled with questionable, impure thoughts.

The young man wore a black dress shirt with matching pants and boots. Everything about him was attractive. His curls looked tight, he had shades in the breast pocket of his dress shirt, the way he stood. She knew she had to introduce herself.

And when their hands shook it was like heat and lust compelled their bodies together. She greeted him with a polite and common, “Hi. I’m Y/n.” Although, they knew who they knew who each other were it was common curtisy to introduce themselves.

Harry didn’t know how to react. When she approached him, he lost his breath for a quick second. Shaking her hand, never breaking the eye contact.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you…” And the conversation went. The two talked for a while. Y/n's attention being immediately drawn to the three unbuttoned buttons at the top of his shirt, which reveal the complimentary tattoos embellishing his chest. The sight made her exhale shakily, leaving very little to her imagination of what’s under the dress shirt.

Harry takes note in the way she’s not even hiding the fact she’s drooling over his appearance. Grateful he was, as he did the same with her. She wore a long white summer dress with spaghetti straps with vintage print of flowers all over. His eyes trailed down her toned collarbones and to the cleavage that she had showing whenever she’d move with he drink in her hand. Just as Harry did, Y/n took note whenever his eyes deceived him and his gentleman soul.

The sexual tension was tense. Though Harry made conversation about her films and complimented her, the way she would stare made him absolutely weak. She would let her eyes trail from his green ones to his lips that would receive moisture from his tongue after every couple of words.

She would sigh and look back up at his eyes that followed hers. Harry was extremely attracted to Y/n. The way her cheeks heat up whenever he complimented. The way she smelled lured him in.

At one point, Y/n’s drink had gone empty as she was mid conversation with Harry. Turning her head to the empty kitchen and back at Harry she asked, “Would you like to come along with me for another drink?” She wanted to continue the conversation… and possibly get him alone… but mainly continue the conversation. She didn’t want it to die.

Y/n was a killer flirter. She sees someone shes attracted to and she can’t help but softly flirt and test waters. She lures them in with her inciting scent and gentle gestures and it makes it easier.

Her gentle touches burnt like a million suns through the fabric of his clothing and right to his skin.

They’ve only known each other for about 30 minutes now. They haven’t seen the hosts of this house warming since they met. They’ve been so caught up with each other, they forgot where they really were and Harry liked that, which made him ask, “Would you like to go back to my place?” The words came out as a shocker to Y/n.

But it was bound to be ask. She looked up at Harry who looked like he was somewhat hesitant if he should’ve asked that. “I would say for a drink but…” He chuckles lightly as he holds up the red plastic cup filled with a light amount of alcohol. She can smell it on his breath from where she was standing with a mix of fruit and mint, she couldn’t put a pin on it, but she wasn’t complaining. She began to get lost in his scent as she watched the way his pretty pink lips moved with the words said. Tucking her lower lip between her teeth as she peaks down at the liquor and back up into his green eyes.

Harry takes one step closer, his finger that laid on his cup now less than a couple of centimeters off from touching her dress as he bent down towards her ear, whispering, “I would love to get to know you better.” He cocked his head back to see her full expression to see her inhaling sharply which caused a hint of his cologne to go to her nostrils.

“Is that so?” She smiles.

[mrsvalbaker]

In my hour of need

I wrote my first Dave Mustaine fanfic, obviously isn't accurate, it's '84 Dave, Megadeth is getting their feet off the ground.

Synopsis: Dave Mustane x Femboy!OC, OC is a beautiful boy who likes to wear feminine clothing and had a doomed date tonight. The rain introduced him to Dave.

Warnings: MDNI! 18+, P IN A sex, anal sex, blow job (Dave receiving), top!Dave, dom!Dave, bottom!OC, femboy!OC, subby!OC, daddy kink, misuse of pronouns, mentions of being in the closet, mxm, choking (sexually)

Why did I ever agree to meet my date at the restaurant? Why couldn't he be a perfect gentleman and pick me up? That's a bad sign right, or am I overreacting? 

He seems nice, he wears an Armani suit, is an attorney for some actor, and the date tonight is going to be at Lawry's. Most likely he's a married closet case who has a thing for young crossdressers like myself, but hey why not give the man a chance? That's what my roommate tells me. I'm too picky apparently, and Avery, my drag queen roommate, convinced me that boys who are way too pretty and wear makeup and Chanel knock off slingbacks rarely end up with a fairytale ending, Mr. Right might be married with a couple of kids, but it's worth giving him a shot. 

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So I gave myself a homemade facial courtesy of oil of olay, St. Ives, and L'Oreal. Pulled an Elizabeth Arden and filled up a bowl of hot water, tossed in some orange slices and sprigs of rosemary, and threw a towel over my head to steam my face for ten minutes. I nearly burned myself with wax but it got the job done and I was as naked as a seal, douched, oiled my little backdoor rosebud and took a rosewater and chamomile bath, washed, blow dried, and hot rolled my hair. I also made sure to starve myself 24 hours before this event living off of oolong tea and beef broth with Welsh onions.

My makeup is done to the Gods mimicking Material Girl Madonna since I will be eating at a five star steakhouse, same hairstyle too for it compliments my peroxide blonde hair.

I rubbed my skin with rosewater body cream, and perfumed myself with Anais Anais, finding an outfit took two hours on top of that. But in the end I decided on a dress, I'm convincing enough to appear female so I won't embarrass L.A.’s favorite attorney Joel Mitcham at the city's most exclusive steakhouse.

I chose black, backless halter dress with a severe plunge almost to the naval, the skirt was short and ended in a wrap with the split high up my thigh, the hem ended just below my plush thighs that slimfast, jazzercise, and cosmo diets seem to not be able to get rid of. I secured thigh high nylon stockings to my garter and a satin black thong disappeared between my ample backside beneath, the said Chanel slingback knock offs adorned my feet, and a fake gold bracelet wrapped around my waist with matching small gold hoop earrings.

I looked like a flat chested tramp and was heading out to hail a cab when for some reason, it was pouring rain all of a sudden. How was this happening? How did I always have such rotten luck? My hair I spent forever in was ruined, my dress was ruined, my makeup was ruined, I started to cry in front of my apartment building.

I dug into my purse to look for my keys, so I could go back inside and call the restaurant to tell Joel about my delay. But me being the space case I am, I left them inside! Could this get any worse? Avery is at work at the club and won't be back until 4 at the earliest! What rotten luck!

I'd have to catch a cab to the club to borrow his keys. 

For fifteen minutes, I tried hailing a cab in this pouring and shivering rain. The dress was like a second skin to me now and I was crying more. I gave up and got on the bus, enduring cat calls and weirdos as well as slurs I was getting due to my current state. I looked at my reflection in the bus window, wincing at how much I looked like a drowned prostitute. 

I got off on sunset, stumbling off and immediately  colliding into a solid chest that could easily be mistaken for a brick wall. Big hands caught my waist and I laid my hands on the stranger's chest. “I'm so sorry!” I exclaimed breathlessly. I looked up and my knees literally became weak.

I even stumbled a bit with those damn weak ankles of mine, like out of a movie.

I am not exaggerating when I say that I'm looking up at the most gorgeous man on the planet. The perfect dark and straight determined eyebrows above expressive, narrow, dark brown eyes that hold a smoldering quality, a perfectly noble nose that was a little pronounced and full rosy lips beckoning a kiss. He has strong yet smooth facial features, paired with his cascading, swirling waves of strawberry blonde, he looks just like a prince out of a fairy tale.

“Hey no fire, you're okay.” the stranger said casually before assessing my drowned appearance. “You look like you need to dry off.”

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Dave was feeling really good about the show his new band had, ‘84 was going to be his year, everything was lining up how it was supposed to for fucking once. Usually life dealt him the short end of the fucking stick that's for sure, nothing ever went right for Dave, even when he was born his family fell apart.

And if things seemed to be going great then it would crash and burn, ugly. Like being homeless for a bit and there was well Metallica, and he won't forget about his guitarist dying on him. 

No way, God loved giving Dave a big fat middle finger. 

But this year, this year he was taking control of his own life. He didn't believe in destiny, he didn't believe in fate, just himself. 

He was high on success more than anything else tonight, stepped outside for a smoke before meeting up with this girl he's been seeing, Diana. They weren't serious but he'll see, she's pretty with a tan and long chestnut hair and a petite build.

He was certain about everything, which is how he likes it.

But then he bumped into someone right on Sunset, passing Filthy McNasty's. He was ready to give them hell, really make them feel Like a complete piece of shit for slamming into him like that. But he looked down, almost but not quite speechless, of course if he wasn't such a loquacious man he would definitely be rendered speechless.

What bumped into him was– is a gorgeous, wet little woman. Stunning actually, stunning enough to make him forget all about Diana and her place tonight.

All he could focus on was the short little beauty who got caught in the rain, soaked blonde hair stuck to her small shoulders, mascara running down her heart shaped face, red lips impressively still intact, shivering in a black revealing number that was pasted to her tan skin. Emphasizing wide hips and plush thighs worthy of Penthouse, and the hard nipples on her…

After Dave reassured her that it was okay, he realized those hard, pronounced nipples that were evident in the wet garment, are not breasts. 

His heart was pounding blood pounded in his ears, his face turned red at the realization, and his skin felt prickly as he became half hard despite this discovery. 

A man is turning him on.

A man in a skimpy dress with big Hazel eyes looking all Bambi and helpless up at him with bee-stung plump, red lips was giving him a hard on in the middle of the street in the middle of the rain, and making Dave conjure up the most filthy imagery.

He imagined dragging the marilyn boy into the nearby alley, not pushing the skirt of his teasingly short dress up but ripping the garment until his most likely sun-kissed, juicy ass was revealed to his greedy, starving eyes.  Pushing his plump ass cheeks apart to see how tight or spread that rosebud of his, sinking his cock in and making marks and bruises that'll leave memories…

Dave didn't know why he felt this way, he has never in his life desired a guy, not even a little bit. He wasn't exactly known to be open minded, he's from San Diego, too much military influence for that.

He's seen plenty of passing men in women's clothes since he moved to L.A., most of the very passing…but none quite as passing as them. So delicate and small, could easily be mistaken, as a flat chested girl, a gymnast or ballerina.  But…he's not…he's a…well…he…and for some reason Dave's want for him and need for him outweighed all else.

“Wanna get out of the rain?” He asked the blond.

Hazel eyes widened comically yet adorably up at Dave. Long, dark lashes fluttered like butterfly wings as a dainty hand with manicured red nails rose to move wet curls out of those Bambi eyes.

She– he, looked so confused, it was very cute. It made Dave smile, his hands never left blonde's waist. In fact it tightened. If Snow White's brother here was smart and had any survivor instincts, he'd try and leave.  Key word try, because Dave wasn't sure if he wanted to let him go.

But Bambi here just blinked stupidly, before the most radiant, prettiest smile with teeth and a sultry gap between the two front were on display. He glowed like a candle in a house whose electric bill wasn't paid. “Oh that would be so nice, thank you!”

Dave snorted. “Are you willing to go off with a stranger?”

Disney boy here just looked sweetly puzzled for a brief moment before a soft giggle left his full lips. “Well how about you tell me your name? Then you won't be a stranger anymore.”

He was putting so much faith in someone like Dave, most people wouldn't. He looks like the typical burden on society, long hair and heavy metal, the recipe of a devil worshipper, and coincidentally, Dave was one briefly in high school.

But this little wet kitten of a boy here was willing to go with him to get warm and dry, it melted the harsh metalhead that's for sure, brought out his protective instincts, one a man usually naturally feels for a woman.

“It's Dave”

He smiled warmly up at Dave, it was the sort of smile that could heal Dave's childhood…almost. 

Dave drove them back to his.

He had given his Jean jacket to him to wear before they got in the car, he turned on the heat once they were in and was impressed when blondie didn't flinch at the boisterous headbanger threatening to abuse the speakers. 

Once they got to Dave's, he got out of the car and ran to the passenger side, opening the door for the boy.

A fragile hand  took Dave's, a long, nylon wrapped legged stepped out before bringing the owner. “Such a gentleman.” He giggled, it was teasing and made the singer wonder what he could do to get him to giggle like that again.

He opened the door for him and watched the boy carefully step in as if his dainty ass would somehow be a disturbance.

Dave walked behind him watching him, admiring him being swallowed in his jacket, bleached hair drying into beautiful natural curls. His messy mascara makes his eyes more wide and innocent. 

His legs looked so shapely and he needed to see them over his shoulders. 

“You can shower, I'll get you some dry clothes.” Dave appeared right by him, a large hand on his hip causing the feminine man to gasp. “I'll show you where the bathroom is.”

He nodded before Dave proceeded to lead him to the bathroom. He turned on the light and watched the pretty boy take off the borrowed jacket, revealing the most exquisite back that pointed down to a nice pair of hips and a thick ass. 

Dave swallowed as his eyes caught  a tear in his nylon, and he couldn't fight his hardening cock when he watched the guy step out of his slingbacks, shrinking attractively before his eyes. Dave had to have nearly a foot on him. Goddamn…

He was gone the moment the boy cast his gaze over his naked shoulder. 

Dave couldn't stop himself didn't sto himself. He launched himself at male beauty.  “Let me help you with that.” His voice had become unmistakably husky as he gripped the sopping wet garment and tore it with his bare hands from his small body. 

A beautifully gasp ripped from the petit blond. It was shreds of fabric at their feet and Dave groaned vocally at the sight of his perfect peach ass having a black satin thong being swallowed by his cheeks.  

He aggressively slapped his bouncy ass before grabbing the globes harshly, pushing his denim clad erection eagerly into the plentiful backside. He didn't care what he was, boy or girl, Dave had to have him.

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“Oh baby, fuck- look at you all dressed up.” Dave moaned in my ear, his solid, hot body  pressed completely against my back, overpowering me in the most delicious way. I felt like my body was on fire, his impressive hard on dug into my ass as squeezed all and every part of me, my nipples ached with need and I was sporting a little hard on myself.  

His full lips were hot and wet on my neck as he maneuvered his hand around to turn on the shower. He rubbed my chest and squeezed it before tugging on my puffy red nipples. It pulled a pathetic, whining whimper from my lips.

“Yeah, you like that?  Such a good, responsive little slut.” He rasped in my ear and I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper come undone, my heart raced and he turned me around, his predatory, wolvish eyes took me in, leering at my thighs and the small, naked, rosy erection that laid between them. He grasped it causing my knees to become weak, drawing another whine from me. It was firm but gentle. “It's like a clit, so small.” He moaned  in a positive way. “Everything about you is so small, so easy to manhold.” His huge hand then slapped my ass so hard I yelped and leaned into him, which made him chuckle. Feeling his barenaked, impressive cock against my stomach. “Not everything, God this is a fucking ass.”

He forced me down on my knees with a harsh push on my shoulder.  I looked up at him dizzy.

“Be a good little whore daddy and suck.” He spoke sweet but it was condescending, causing my tip to leak.

I didn't wait another moment, I took hold of his huge cock, my small hand having a hard time doing so, he looked down with a guttural groan, lips parted, eyes darker and hooded, I could feel him pulse in my hand. “So tiny.” He was breathless as he said and I put my mouth on him, feel wetter when I drew the grand reaction of him swearing an elicit ‘fuck so fucking warm’ as I did so.

I conjured up a lot of saliva as I started suckling, he tastes so good, so musky , such masculine taste. I took a little more of him and his hand fisted into my damp hair, lithe hips started thrusting his big member further in my mouth. “That's a good girl, look at you, such a pretty little girl with more cock than she can handle. Can you handle more?” His tone was filthy and degrading.

I wanted to please him so desperately, I took him deeper so I could feel him in the back of my throat. He cursed and grabbed my hair tighter as he thrust faster into my throat, wet lewd sounds disappeared beneath the music of the shower, but you could hear Dave's vulgar language through it all, echoing against the bathroom walls. “Take it, that's right, fucking take it, you were meant for his- fuck!” He pulled me off his cock abruptly, his pupils blown, chest rising and falling, looking feral with a thin film of sweat decorating his ivory skin. 

Saliva spilled filthy down my swollen lips and chin, he looked at me like a starving beast. “I almost came, fuck, I need you now, gonna give me your hole baby?” He asked as he stroked my drool dripped chin, his tone suggested I had no choice. 

Dumbly, I nodded. As easily as lifting a doll, he lifted me up into his strong arms. He carried me into the shower and pinned me against the wall as he pressed his mouth against mine. My eyes would roll back if they weren't already closed. Fuck how could any mere mortal kiss like that? It wasn't chaste, bland or sloppy, it was a caress before he pried me open with a forced self invitation, our lips felt glued together suctioned together, it slow yet starvation was expressed as he dominated our mouth to mouth and smoothly sucked on my tongue, tasting every part of me and stealing away my right to breathe. It was all consuming as his big hands rubbed down my back and squeezed my ass and thighs as if he had every right as if he owned them. 

Feeling him hold me, paw at me, grab me, and his hot as a furnace body enveloping me was making me dizzy in such a euphoric way. 

When I lost the last drop of oxygen and was feeling light headed, he tore his lips from mine with a gasp and began to leave sweet open mouth kisses down my neck. “Smell so damn sweet.” He growled. His huge cock kept rubbing against my little leaking one.

My abdomen was knotted in insane amounts of pleasure, I whimpered feeling his patch of hair scratch against my tummy.

He pressed two big fingers to my mouth, eyes lidded and drunk with Rapture. “Suck.”

I immediately obeyed, sucking into my mouth with greed. His eyes rolled back. “Good boy.” I sucked them knuckle deep, squelched wet sounds caused his cock to twitch and drip against me.

As I was beginning to choke on his long fingers, he withdrew them, admiring the sopping wet, slobbery work I'd done before putting them back in, forcing my mouth open delivering his own spit into my awaiting mouth.

I melted and was at my end, it was the thing that made me completely need to submit to him, to call him…but I can't call him that when I know he's gonna kick me out when I satisfy his itch. “Such a good girl, swallow that for me, that's it. God you're too pretty.”

I whimpered at his praise, before I knew it he had spread my ass cheeks apart and was rubbing my hole before sliding a finger in. I winced at that before I moaned in his ear. “Fucking Christ, you are so tight, such a tight little baby.” He was massaging and thrusting his finger inside of me, the burn of the stretch made me harder and I relaxed against him with kittenish moans and whines.

“Such a good little one, fuck, ready for another finger? Yeah? I need to hear you say you're ready baby.”

I moaned at being called baby by him, and stopped myself mid nod, knowing he wanted words. “Yes Dave, please I'd love another finger.”

He groaned “I'm not going to be able to be patient if you keep talking like that.”

I smiled, happy to know I have such an effect on him. I licked his neck and heard a moving gasp release from his lips. “Don't be patient.” I whispered in his ear.

I took great pleasure in watching his face flush and his Adam's Apple bobbed, I leaned into kiss it and cried against it when he pushed in the second finger, now fingering me deep and so good, so good, so good, so good- “so good, so good, so good!” I cried the mantra in hysteria.

“Look at you baby, so goddamn dumb, can't even think for yourself, won't be able to cum without me telling you to.” He cooed.

He fingered me faster and moved his fingers in scissor motion. I screamed. “Please, please let me cum, I'll be so good please!” 

He thrust against me and nodded as he watched me fall apart. “Cum baby.” 

I screamed it was high pitch and gasping, and I made such a mess on our stomachs and cocks.

“Fuck, I can't wait anymore!” He declared passionately. 

He lined his cock to my back entrance, holding me firmly against the wall before slowly easing the thick length in. Tears burned in my eyes, the stretch was painful at first but that only turned me on more, made me more needier. And fuck what a stretch it was. My eyes were closed as I cried out a wet outcry, I felt his lips on my cheek though. “I'm so sorry baby.” He kissed my lips so gently as if I had broken in his arms. I was surprised by his display of tenderness, it was like a warm blanket on a cold night.

He licked up my tears and I moaned “you can move, please move.” And he did, his hips rolled in the perfect rhythm like his body understood mine, and it felt too fucking good, I didn't know it was supposed to feel this good. Nothing could possibly compete with this, if I died tonight I'd be too pleased. Maybe it was because it was comparable but I felt so attached to him now, and when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, I saw such tenderness in his wolvish eyes as he looked down into mine.

His arms tightened protectively, possessively around me. A hand caressed my cheek with gentleness, his lips kissed mine so softly, his hand slid down to my neck as he curled his fingers around my throat, and I fell in love. “Harder” I begged quietly.

And he complied, oh my God did he comply.

Slamming his hips against mine, his bulbous tip hitting that spot in me over and over to the point I had no control over my words.

“Right there daddy, please let me cum daddy!”

When he froze, when his balls paused slapping viciously against my ass, my heart dropped. What if he called me gross, or hit me or–

“You wanna make a mess on daddy's cock?” 

Oh, I didn't expect that.

Didn't expect his honeyed voice to say such sweet things, or his eyes to smolder me looking at me like I was the answer to every problem. He squeezed my throat, I felt brainless. My only thought was daddy and Dave. “Don't make daddy ask twice.’’

“Yes daddy, I wanna make a big mess on your big cock, I'll clean it so good afterwards too-” He was slamming faster and harder, I was desperate for it and started to bounce on his cock whining vocally. 

“Fuck that's it. That's. My. Fucking. Little. Bunny!” He emphasized with each and every thrust.

“Oh shit, daddy I'm cumming!”

“Cum baby fucking cum for daddy!” 

I screamed and felt like I saw white, the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never cum that hard in my life, and it felt Neverending when I felt Dave fill me up. I have never felt so complete.

He slid down with me in his arms and still inside of me, panting into my neck. Once he gathered his breath, he pressed sweet kisses to my neck and shoulder. “Jesus, I have never cum that hard in my life.”

My heart glowed. “Neither have I. "I admittedly softly and closed my eyes.

“I only have generic brand shit.”

I opened my eyes in confusion. “Huh?”

“For shampoo and conditioner, it's generic.  Your hair is fancy as shit. So I apologize in advance.”

I couldn't help but grin, he likes my hair. “I use Salon Selectives shampoo and conditioner, and Luster's Pink cream and gloss spray. But this will be just fine for tonight.” I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” 

He looked at me with a soft smile before using his shampoo in my hair. It felt nice and felt so good being cared for, for once.

“I have no food, so we'll have to eat at the diner tomorrow.”

My heart raced. “You want me to stay the night?”

He paused the delicious massaging on my scalp. “I don't know, what do you want to do? Did you have plans tomorrow, any plans to do with the ones you had before me?”

“I don't, um I'd really like to stay the night.”

He continued the massage then rinsed my hair. “Who were you meeting up with tonight?” He tried to sound casual but failed.

“A date.”

He scoffed. “A date that didn't pick you up?”

I shrugged. 

He was washing my body with some soap that smells like Irish Spring. He grasped my shoulder a little tight. “You don't need to see him anymore, especially someone who didn't think you were good enough to pick you up.”

I smiled. “Would you have picked me up?”

He put the soap down.  “Shit, I'll pick you up right now” I squealed when he stood up and scooped me up into his arms. “Dave, what if we slip?”

“Nah, I wouldn't drop such a delicate package.” 

I giggled and played with his hair. “Does this diner have French toast?”

“If it doesn't I'll take you to another, I'll take you anywhere you want.”

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[megamanrecut]

More Return to the Night, will try to finish this little interlude in 2-ish more parts.

Return to the Night, Part 4 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, or Ao3)

Proto and Turner took off from the apartment building and down the lonely street in a quick stride. All was silent, save for the occasional sigh of a warm, smoggy L.A. summer wind drifting aimlessly down the deserted street.

"So, how's sharing a room with Elec Man?" Proto asked to lighten the mood, for beside him Turner walked with his hands held stiffly at his side, his face wooden.

"Oh…uh, Elec Man insisted. All his idea. You see, he wanted to protect me. He's more suited for combat than I am, and our affiliation attracts danger. Of course, I'm alright on my own," Turner replied lazily, yet his eyes darted away as though this wasn't the full truth.

"Uh-huh, sure."

Proto was about to ask another question when they turned into an alley and nearly collided with a pair of androids. One had curly dark red hair beneath a striped beanie and numerous ring piercings on his ears and lower lip, the other had spikey silver hair that slouched lazily to one side and a dull, flat expression in his black eyes.

"Whoa, check it out. It's Break Man and some other pretty boy dork human," muttered the one with piercings, nudging the other in the ribs.

"Weird."

"Oh hello there, gentleman," greeted Proto brightly, recognizing them. Of all the times, why now? He had more important things going on than to deal with losers like Ring Man and Magnet Man!

Turner whirled accusingly on Proto. "We've been followed?!" he hissed.

"Uh…no? We like didn't even know you'd be here," said Ring Man. "We were just running some errands and stuff."

"Yeah," muttered Magnet Man, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he scowled up at Proto.

Without warning, Turner drew a laser pistol from a hidden holster strapped to his back, cocked it, and pointed it at Ring Man. "You'll regret following us," he uttered coldly.

Both Ring Man and Magnet Man went tense. Ring Man took a huge step backward, his back hitting the alley wall, his wide eyes locked on the pistol. 'What the—hey!" he complained, raising his hands. "Chill out, dude! We weren't following you! We didn't even know he was going to be here, Break Man's supposed to live in New York with his stupid creator!"

Proto quickly stepped between them, "Whoa whoa whoa, stand down, they're not worth it!" he told Turner.

"Break Man, what the hell's going on? Are you teaming up with gangsters now or something?" demanded Ring Man, sounding annoyed.

Smiling coldly, Proto turned back to Ring Man. "As if I'd tell you…but I'll cut you a deal. Let's just pretend I didn't see you, and you didn't see me, and no one ends up at the bottom of a river, got it?"

Ring Man's eyes twinkled. "Really? Thanks!" he snickered, motioning to Magnet Man. "Smell ya later, dorkface!"

They scampered like rats down the alley and out of sight.

Turner watched them go, his entire frame as rigid as the nozzle of the laser pistol remained on Ring Man's retreating back. "And you best forget our faces or I will hunt down everyone you hold dearly and make them suffer!" he called.

Though Ring Man and Magnet Man were out of sight, they heard Ring Man's taunting response echoing between the building. "Um, yeah, whatever? Don't get your fancy pants in a twist, we're going! Dork, heh. Yeesh!"

"Easy junior! Those bots aren't that bad, they're kinda lazy morons, actually. Relax!" said Proto, barely holding back a laugh.

Turner glared at Proto. It was a moment before he finally lowered the laser pistol. "…Are they really not dangerous?"

"Pff, no. Playground bullies are more threatening! Their names are Ring Man and Magnet Man."

"Who do they work for?"

"Dr. Wily."

"Who?"

"Man, you Angelenos are really out of the loop…Dr. Wily, America's most wanted mad scientist?"

"And he calls himself Dr. 'Wily'?

"…Yeah? I used to work for him, but now we're archenemies or something."

Turner raised a brow at Proto, looked back down the alley, and sighed. "You're really not what I expected."

Proto grinned. "Maybe not, but it's alright, kid! They're gone! You can relax, you're with me! If we really get jumped I'll take care of it—and don't worry about those two, they had it coming, all you did was rough up a couple of robo-punks."

There was no response. Turner was looking down at his hand, which was trembling.

Watching Turner keenly, Proto asked in a low voice, "Fighting's not your thing, is it? Gee, you don't rake after your brother after all!"

"I don't know what you mean," muttered Turner brusquely, his fist clenching as his eyes shifted to a distant point on the opposite side of the alley.

He was fooling no one. Proto was beginning to have second thoughts about this. "Hey, uh…do you want to stay behind?" he asked bracingly. "Where we're going might get ugly."

Turner's pale eye snapped toward Proto. "No."

Proto took a small step toward Turner. "I dig your enthusiasm, kid, but if someone tries to come at ya like this—"

In demonstration, Proto made a lunge for Turner's pistol, yet in a swift, elegant movement, Turner spun out of his reach further down the alley. Non-plussed, Proto tried again, and again, but Turner continued to evade with the easy grace of a feather riding the wind.

"Okay. Impressive," Proto admitted finally, realizing he wouldn't be able to disarm Turner so easily.

"I'm staying with you," Turner said firmly, placing the pistol back in its hidden holster. "Now, lead on. And if any of your other moronic associates attempt to jump us, well, let's just say they've got another thing coming."

"Whatever you say, junior," Proto replied with a shrug, amused by Turner's empty threat. One thing could be certain—Turner certainly didn't follow the typical Syndicate mold (no matter how hard he tried) but despite the danger, he was gravely worried about Elec Man above all.

Continued in Part 5

[tetsunabouquet]

Kagami and the beach (headcanon)

Now, let’s begin with the final guy out of the 7 main guys. 

-Alright, so considering his hobby is surfing, we can safely assume he loves the beach. -Wether its L.A, Japan, or somewhere else, because of his dislike of the cold he’ll always be living in a warm country and preferrably not too far removed from a beach. Don’t think this guy will ever move to Sweden, that’s too cold for him. -For this reason, he won’t enjoy vacations to go skiing.  -If he’s ever forced to go on one, bet your ass that Kagami is that guy staying inside where its warm whilst everyone is enjoying the snow. -I can imagine him being attracted to girl who's into water sports, from swimming to canoeing. I think that he’d like a girl who loves the beach like he does but can entertain herself without him.  -Beach picnics! He definitely has cute moments with his s/o when dining on the beach.  -Totally makes the delicious snacks for the picnics by himself. -Considering his dad is also pretty rich and he’s into the beach, I can imagine Kagami being into tropical island vacations. -He’s much more of a gentleman compared to Aomine, so he won’t expect his s/o to bring various sexy swimsuits with them on vacation. But if they do, he’ll definitely enjoy it just as much, he’s just way more respectful about it. -I can imagine he’s a little protective of Alex whenever they’re at the beach together, like how Aomine protects Momoi from boys, but with Alex being a grown woman who can take care of herself this is only on rare occasions. -He definitely gets a lot of attention in just his swimming trunks. -Those girls who embarrass themselves on the beach by making sexy pictures for Instagram are especially drooling all over him. -He watches surf movies. -Can quote Point Break. -Secretly kept onto his childhood seashell collection. -Will definitely help his future children search the beach for their own seashell collection. -I can imagine him and Kuroko having playdates on the beach with their future children. “Who needs a sandpit when there’s the beach?!” -If he ever were to go to the beach with the GOM, I can imagine him burrying a sleeping Murasakibara’s body under the sand with Aomine and Kise. He’s not totally above this kind of childish behavior. -Was probably disapointed he didn’t had the stamina and opportunity to go on a surfing break during their basketball trainingcamp whenever he was running past the ocean.

[deathbecomesnerds]

"The Missing Gentleman" | Chapter 4

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Charlie went through his notes while Bunny drove to a chic little bistro in the downtown area, he pondered everything that he had learned in the last several hours about Raymond Hughes and wondered where it would end. How it would end. If it will end…

The car pulled up to the curb and Charlie let himself out and leaving Bunny at the car, it was a swift entrance into the restaurant as Charlie found Mickey tucked away in a corner as he tapped away on the phone–he looked no better than the vanity stricken people he’d come across in L.A.

He put his hat down next to him on the table before taking a seat across from the drug lord; at first, Mickey did not acknowledge his existence, but Charlie remained cool while looking around the bistro until the drug kingpin put his phone down and smiled brightly at the detective. 

“Mr. Waldo, how’s the case going?” Mickey asked with a smile.

[jacktorrancekinny]

requests? asks? well. you know how i've been on my insanity arc about vampire aus recently? you should draw One of your swap guys as a vampire. it'd be funny. OR vampire voldora. either or. or i can tell you all about victor temple from vampire the masquerade actual play series l.a. by night and his relationship with his kids and then compare and contrast it with how i think your swap harry would act if he was a vampire and -

this is just normal harry! but vampire au where he joins rcm gets his lieutenancy and then gets converted into a vampire and has to leave the force. because cant work in the sun. and so he becomes a private eye and becomes famous as a gentleman detective who only takes interesting cases, only works at night, and can smell crime. hes also a dick

[popcorngirl85]

Downtown abbey 1970

Edith and mary as old people

After 28 years of dodging the Crawley family gatherings. Edith is coming home for Christmas. Maybe she is a glutton for punishment.But it feels like the right thing to do. Even though Bertie her husband and all of her girlfriends back home in Australia think she has gone bananas.

She has always been the black sheep. The chubby girl in a family full of Disney princesses and incredibly charming women. Of which she is neither.

The Last time she went home for Granny's 100th birthday palooza in 1942, it was an absolute disaster. She smeared blueberry pie all over Mary, her dragon lady older sister.The look on the skinny gargoyle's face when Mary realized her white silk dress was ruined was priceless.

Mary wouldn't shut up about what a fat, hopeless cow Edith was as a mother.Edith deserved some of it, for writing that embarrassing story about her sister all those years ago when she was a teenager. And a million other awful things she had said in the heat of the moment. But Mary should have left Bertie out of it.

Luckily,granny and her friends were pretty tipsy and completely deaf. Thank God, nobody heard what Mary said about Bertie's strong feminine side.It would have ruined both of their lives.People were really funny about that sort of thing now.Even with all this talk about free love.It was true he liked to crossdress and sometimes very discreetly meet with men. He had told her before they got engaged and she hadn't cared.As long he never left her and she didn't have to meet or hear about them.Bertie helped cover up her daughter being born out of wedlock. Very few men would have done that back then. He was good to both of them and helped her make the big decisions in the marriage which made her rather panicky. And he bought her flowers just because.

Which no man had ever did before.Edith is not making this trip for herself.Honestly, she would rather stay put surrounded by fans and friends who adore her.The great neices and nephews only knew her as the old lady who writes mystery novels and plays that sent them bizarre gifts from all the places she and Bertie had traveled to.

Marigold, her daughter is hosting the Christmas party at her house in Beverly Hills, California this year. She has had a rough year with that divorce and that jealous crackpot trying to discredit her work.He was proven wrong and settled out of court ,but still. It has been all about Edith for a long time,which isn't right. Rose said that last year,When they were on a trip to India when Edith struggled to make excuses yet again for Christmas.

Rose didn't understand what the fight was about and thought Edith hated her.Even though Rose is in her early sixties, Edith will always think of her as the silly energetic kid who kind of looked like Tinkerbelle and always thought when people where fighting it must have somehow been her fault.Even if things should go bad , she will have fun checking out the Hollywood walk of fame with her daughter and Rose.Also she found a muumuu that makes her look 20 pounds lighter,That is something.

Edith had an extra bullet in her arsonel. She has been reading this new self help book called " I am ok ,your okay". which is really beneficial in healing yourself and dealing with difficult people.She was keeping that and a barrage of snappy comebacks handy , just in case , Mary started on how fake Edith's red hair looks when she waddled through the front door. Edith arrived in L.A. all safe in sound thanks in part to the exceptionally kind bearded gentleman in the fuzzy lavender trousers.

Who aided her in finding a bakery in which to buy a Chocolate yule log and a pumpkin pie that was open Christmas eve. He also aided her in getting unstuck from the backseat of that cab.Marigold was surprised and showered her mother with kisses the moment she came in.Suprisingly, she wasn't too irritated about Edith being a little late.But then,Edith is always late.This time it wasn't her fault.She was chasing the damned luggage all around the airport.

Marigold did roll her eyes when Edith said she wanted to make a dramatic entrance and that is why she didn't call first and ask for a lift from the airport.Maybe later Edith could hint about her making a trip to Melbourne.

The handsome widower down the block from them liked quiet women.They both liked to ride horses.Marigold looked like a younger version of Katherine Hepburn.She even wore the office shirts with the popped up collar,everywhere.Rose is passing out Father Christmas hats and showing off her engagement ring Garesh had given her.They had known each other when Rose was growing up in India and reconnected on that trip to India. And had been writing letters to each other every day every since.Everyone is present except George, Mary's eldest son.Who couldn't face his mother with his latest much younger wife and baby girl.Edith offered to accompany them as acting president of the black sheep club.

But he was afraid of what people would say about his abandonment of his mother and the house. Even though his brother Reggie.The one that came back from the war years later with the most insane story of why he had been away so long. Had major success with the beer garden and'' no shrinkin' violet beer label. And took good care of his mother.

Mary sitting on the neon orange couch next to the aluminum Christmas tree. Thin as a rail and Regal as the queen she was named after.Her older sister still dressed like it was the 40's. complete with white gloves and a blue and white polka dot dress with a stiff lace collar.Their was something decidedly different about Mary.The arrogant smirk has been replaced by a vacant look.Mary is muttering something to the aluminum Christmas tree who she thinks is a copper. Something about the beach and finding henry and her boys. My God she thinks it 1928 , not 1970, Edith shakes her head.

Mary is the only one not in line getting food.They used to play pranks on each other all the time.But she really looks terrified and lost maybe.Reggie needs a break , he looks so worn down.So Edith gets kid -sized portions of everything.(Mary never did eat much: you can't when you wear a corset all the time) And Edith gets her to eat and they talk while watching Charlie Brown.

The whole time Mary thinks Edith is granny.Which is irritating because she didn't think she looked quite THAT old.Even bringing up that dinner and medal of honor she received for saving all those jews during the war (it was way more than the handful ,mary had always said) didn't ring a bell.But watching Charlie Brown and listening to the cartoon kid with the blankie talk about the real meaning of Christmas. Nothing matters but right now ,even if you are thirty years too late

[mattnben-bennmatt]

Matt Damon and Casey Affleck's interview with Parade (2 August 2024)

Matt Damon and Casey Affleck Reflect on Life Before Fame: 'We Had Mattresses On the Floor'

The Academy Award-winning duo talks first roles, finding success and 'The Instigators,' their hilarious new heist movie.

By Mara Reinstein | Photography by Alexia Barroso [Matt's eldest daughter]

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Any story about Matt Damon and Casey Affleck must start with Boston. It’s their home, where they met, became friends and started their acting careers. The city also serves as the backdrop for soooo many of their charming anecdotes.

Here’s one: Growing up in the 1980s, the two of them—along with Affleck’s older brother, Ben—found work as extras by hitting up a family friend who happened to be a local casting agent. They had slightly different approaches to the work, Damon recalls.

“Ben and I were in high school and took it very seriously,” Damon says. “But Casey had it figured out. He’d show up with a basketball because if you came with a prop, you’d get an extra $5.”

Casey chimes in, “They did crowd work. I liked to stand out, so I’d do individual street crossing!”

Fast forward almost 40 years, and Damon, 53, and Affleck, 48, both are instantly recognizable movie stars with seven Oscar nominations and two trophies between them. (Damon won in 1998 for writing Good Will Hunting with Ben; Casey nabbed Best Actor for 2016’s Manchester by the Sea.) They’ve acted together in projects like the Ocean’s trilogy and in last year’s smash Oppenheimer (albeit without any shared scenes.) Now they’re the leads in a scrappy and smart comedy-thriller heist movie. Guess where it takes place?

In The Instigators (in select theaters on Aug. 2; streaming on Apple TV+ on Aug. 9), they play Boston-area dads from different backgrounds brought together to rob the city’s corrupt mayor. After the heist goes awry, the pair go on the run even as they’re pursued by criminals and various law enforcements. (Hong Chau, Jack Harlow, Ron Perlman, Ving Rhames and Michael Stuhlbarg round out the ensemble.)

“Our primary goal was that it would be fun and the audience was going to have fun and we wouldn’t overstay our welcome,” Damon explains.

No doubt “fun” is the operative word for these two judging by their dynamic during a joint interview recently with Parade. At the outset, Damon—Zooming from his home in Brooklyn Heights—cheerfully offers this about the slightly tardy Affleck: “I’ll give him s–t when he comes on … I’ve been doing it for 40-something years!”

After the L.A.-based Affleck pops onscreen, Damon fulfills his promise.

Affleck replies, “Hey, it’s a little earlier out here!”

Their relationship is akin to a brotherhood. They like to talk shop and cheer on their Boston sports teams. Their kids are all friends. Damon and his wife, Luciana Barroso, have daughters, Isabella, 18, Gia, 15, and Stella, 13, and stepdaughter, Alexia, 26. Affleck and his ex Summer Phoenix share two sons, Indiana, 20, and Atticus, 16.

“Casey’s kids are older and cooler,” Damon says. “And Indie is a handsome young gentleman. When he comes to dinner at our house, it causes quite a stir!”

Three days after their Parade interview, Damon and Affleck were set to throw out the first pitch in Fenway Park as their beloved Boston Red Sox played the New York Yankees. (FYI, one key scene in The Instigators is set inside the historic baseball stadium.) While they were excited about it, Damon joked, “If we embarrass ourselves, don’t put it in the story!”

OK, deal. But everything else is fair game for this week’s Parade cover story.

Mara Reinstein: So, no nerves about the first pitch?

Matt Damon: We’ve played a lot of games of catch in our lives, so it’s not going to be an issue. I mean, if we have to throw a strike from the mound, that’s a little harder.

Casey Affleck: I had surgery on my elbow and haven’t thrown a baseball in a couple of years, so this will be my first time!

Damon: He has a really good arm. I’m only worried if Casey’s elbow falls off. 

[UPDATE: They handled it beautifully.]

Matt, didn’t you and Ben sit in Fenway Park as extras during that famous Moonlight Graham scene in Field of Dreams?

Damon: Yeah, we were two of 3,000 extras for a few days. And Casey used to sell sausages outside the park on Yawkey Way.

Affleck: It was illegal! But I did it in eighth grade, ninth grade and tenth grade.

Was The Instigators always going to be set in Boston?

Affleck: It’s possible we would have re-set it there if it wasn’t. It’s just easier to make a movie where you know the place inside and out.

Casey also co-wrote the screenplay. Did you always have Matt in mind to play your partner in crime?

Damon: Absolutely not!

Affleck: I send Matt everything, and it’s usually “No.” So now it’s just an exercise in rejection.

Damon: I think it's because he hadn’t written this for me that I really wanted to do it. But Casey showed it to me, and I started talking to him about it. Midnight Run [from 1988] is one of our favorite movies, and it's kind of the North Star if you're going to try to do a movie like this. Hopefully our movie is like that. You care about the characters and it leaves you with something.

Do you think about your friendship when you film a movie together?

Damon: You can’t not think about it. I don't think we think about it in the terms that people on the outside do. I mean, Casey drives me absolutely crazy, and I say this in a loving way, like the way your brother [Ben] can drive me crazy. But I love working with him because he pushes me and I push him. And there's something very, very nice about it. We tend to spend a lot of time in this business on diplomacy. People's egos are involved, and you don't want to hurt anybody's feelings. But with Casey or with Ben, the dance is just entirely dispensed with, and we just are very blunt with each other. It really helps to have people that you've known for a long time because it's never in doubt that there's an underlying love and respect and loyalty to each other.

Casey, what’s your take on it?

Affleck: He said it perfectly. But coincidentally I just had this experience last night: So I smashed my toe really bad, and I had to go out with my girlfriend [actress Caylee Cowan] to Rite Aid late at night. We hobbled up to the door just as the store was locking up. So we turned around in this empty parking lot and I’m hopping on one foot. I looked up, and there was this Instigators poster all lit up with our dumb faces on it. I just laughed aloud. It was funny after all these years that the two of us are up there on this huge billboard. Times like that I think it’s really funny, and I think about our friendship. But not when we’re filming the movie.

You two lived together in L.A. with Ben in the mid-‘90s before hitting it big with Good Will Hunting. Do you miss that time in your life or are you relieved that you’re no longer struggling?

Damon: When I say Casey drives me crazy, it's rooted in experience like that. Like Casey graduated high school, and he and his close friend who had also graduated high school moved in with Ben and me. So we’re in our early 20s, and these two 18-year-olds wreaked havoc on our living situation for a year. But we had a great time and those were actually really wonderful years. I do look back now on those years really fondly. But it wasn't easy—we were all worried and it was a very insecure time. We all had mattresses on the floor. The house was a mess. We were young and full of ideas and nervous about what our lives would bring, and I don't miss that feeling.

Affleck: I’m nostalgic for any period other than the last 10 years. Like anything before I turned 30 was really the best. I was, like, sleeping on the floor and had really difficult and challenging things going on in my life but I still love that period because it was so fun. In some ways, it was really fun to not think about a career at all and not have any personal expenses and responsibilities, and to just take jobs that you liked that were exciting and just a little bit beyond your grasp. Matt and I did a play together in London [This Is Our Youth in 2002], and I thought it was so new and exciting.

Did you honestly foresee each other’s wild success?

Affleck: Well, Matt was older than me—I was in high school when he started to work. Also, I always assume that it's easy to see the talent and intelligence in others, and feel like, Jeez, I hope nobody notices that I don't have any of that. Everyone feels like a fraud a little bit. So I was never surprised that Ben and Matt succeeded because I was around for them for years and watched them write their own success.

And Matt gave Casey his Oscar-winning role as a grieving father in Manchester by the Sea. Could you ever imagine the day?

Damon: That was the best role that I'd seen in maybe 20 years. But I couldn’t do it because I had The Martian and a big spate of work lined up. I told Kenny [writer-director Kenneth Lonergan], “The only person in the world that I will give this role to is Casey” because he was the only person who could do it the way it deserved to be done. I'm not surprised at all by any of Casey’s success. He's one of the best actors in the world, and he has been for a very long time.

Matt, your daughter took the Parade cover photo. That must have been quite the proud dad moment!

Damon: That’s Alexia. She’s 26 now and has always had an incredible eye. She's always wanted to be a photographer and cinematographer. That's the part of the business that always appealed to her. Now she took these shots of us that are on a cover! There was a moment when she was like, “OK, sit back-to-back on the floor.” And Casey turns to me and goes, “There is no one else in the world I would do this for.” She’s like a secret weapon.

Do you think your other daughters will be artists, too?

Damon: You know they're not quite all adults yet. Our second-oldest is on her way to college, and then we've got a 15-year-old and a 13-year-old. But I want them to do whatever they want. We don’t put any pressure on them. I think oftentimes, it seems to be generational—you grow up in the circus, and so the circus seems like kind of a normal way of life. But I don't know that any of my other kids will go into it. I can see the younger three all doing various different jobs and doing them really well.

Casey, are your sons interested in the Hollywood thing?

Affleck: I hope they don’t do the Hollywood thing. Also, it's just hard to know what you want to do with your time. They’ve both done plays and theater programs and have made little films at home. That's what we were doing at that age, so if that's any indication, then maybe they will. But I don't think the movie business has quite the same allure that it did when I was their age, because so many other things scratch that itch. So they don't go to movies as much, they don't watch movies quite as much as we did. I think they love expressing themselves dramatically for sure. But I'm not sure if they're dying to go be in a movie.

When was the last time you went to the movies?

Affleck: I just took my son to see Lawrence of Arabia, the new 70-millimeter print, at The Egyptian. And it was unbelievably beautiful and this overwhelming cinematic experience that I hadn’t had in years. It was in this beautifully renovated movie theater, and the movie really casts a spell. Movies now just don’t do that. It’s a bummer that people don't often go out of their house and show up to see something like that.

Is that why both of you also write and produce? You have to stay fulfilled, no?

Affleck: I think so. You have to do that to stay creatively satisfied between new things and take on new challenges. At a certain point, you feel like you have your own stories you want to tell, now that you start to feel like you understand how movies are made and that you can be the person who's in charge for once.

A very important last question: What’s your Dunkin’ order?

Damon: Large regular coffee. I try to cut down on the sugar now, but that's my coffee order. And then, and then, it just depends on … you know, I love a chocolate doughnut.

Affleck: Chocolate glazed and a large black coffee for me.

Damon: Yeah, but his coffee has cream and sugar in it!

This interview has been condensed and edited for length and clarity.

[dreamsoffantasty]

━━ ❀   𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍  ❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❞ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 ❀ ( lyrical meme appreciation to her newest releases. here are to some of her newest && latest work, please feel free to change the pronouns as you see fit as i tried to make some changes some of the lyrics in order fit better for RP purposes. )                

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓

❛ your smoke in my hair. ❜

❛ hot and dirty like the L.A. air. ❜

❛ that face, baby, it ain't fair. ❜

❛ but you don't know what you don't know. ❜

❛ so you wanna talk about power ? ❜

❛ let me show you power. ❜

❛ i eat boys/girls like you for breakfast. ❜

❛ one by one hung on my necklace. ❜

❛ they'll always be mine. ❜

❛ makes me feel alive. ❜

❛ i know that you tried your best. ❜

❛ i never said it's right. ❜

❛ but I'm gonna keep doing it. ❜

❛ i'm sick, yeah, i'm sick ❜

❛ honestly, i'm getting high off it. ❜

❛ do you wanna see a magic trick ? ❜

❛ i eat boys, i eat boys/girls. ❜

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

❛ i can't believe we're finally alone. ❜

❛ i can't believe i almost went home. ❜

❛ what are the chances ? ❜

❛ everyone's dancing. ❜

❛ And he's/she's not with you ? ❜

❛ the universe must have divined this. ❜

❛ what am I gonna do ? ❜

❛ not grab your wrist. ❜

❛ i could be a better boyfriend/girlfriend than him/her. ❜

❛ i could do the shit that he/she never did. ❜

❛ up all night. ❜

❛ i won't quit. ❜

❛ thinking I'm gonna steal you from him/her. ❜

❛ i could be such a gentleman/lady. ❜

❛ plus all my clothes would fit. ❜

❛ i could be a better boyfriend/girlfriend. ❜

❛ i don't need to tell you twice. ❜

❛ all the ways he/she can't suffice. ❜

❛ if i could give you some advice ? ❜

❛ i would leave with me tonight. ❜

❛ i would leave with me tonight. ❜

❛ ladies/gentlemen first, baby, i insist. ❜

❛ i never would have left you alone. ❜

❛ here on your own ? ❜

❛ glued to your phone. ❜

❛ for someone else to take you home. ❜

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀

❛ could've said this day was coming. ❜

❛ see your name light up my phone. ❜

❛ you're having revelations. ❜

❛ wish you never let me go. ❜

❛ you say that you miss me. ❜

❛ i'm sure that you miss me. ❜

❛ funny how you think you're such a mystery. ❜

❛ say you gotta tell me something face to face. ❜

❛ i know i shouldn't do it. ❜

❛ but I'm gonna do it. ❜

❛ see exactly where i shouldn't go. ❜

❛ i'm running to it. ❜

❛ i been trying out the high road and I hate it. ❜

❛ i got a lot of sins. ❜

❛ but you're my favorite. ❜

❛ baby, you're a bad idea. ❜

❛ i could do a few more years. ❜

❛ i got a little left in here. ❜

❛ funny how you reappear. ❜

❛ in the nick of time. ❜

❛ i guess it didn't die. ❜

❛ can't say we didn't try. ❜

❛ fuck it. ❜

❛ let's do it again. ❜

❛ you'll pick somewhere that's private. ❜

❛ where you and I can really speak. ❜

❛ go ahead and tell me something, that you learned in therapy. ❜

❛ it's almost convincing. ❜

❛ i've been known to go against my instincts. ❜

❛ i know you're performing, but it's working for me, ❜

❛ we can talk about it in the morning. ❜

❛ baby, we're a bad idea. ❜

❛ fuck it, let's do it again. ❜

❛ bottom line, we made it out the first time. ❜

❛ still in love and half-alive. ❜

❛ we didn't die, but no guarantees this time. ❜

❛ funny how you reappear in the nick of time. ❜

[smuttyfang]

Strauss, His Favorite Blood Doll

"If you're still interested in doing these, there's so many things I could ask for, but the thing I'd most dearly like to see is Strauss/Reader. Uh... NSFW if possible. I don't think the wizard-king gets enough love. My first thought was the reader would most likely need to be a Tremere apprentice at the Chantry for it to be in character... but heck, maybe Max has what was once just a private blood doll that he's growing irrationally fond of. (Your human/vampire scenarios are hot, okay?) I'll be stoked to see whatever you come up with!"

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"There, finally.." You were standing in front of your mirror, checking on your appearance after getting ready. You were wearing what he always preferred for you to wear. A little classic black dress, hidden by a black trench coat until you arrived. Also a little makeup, but you did that more for yourself rather than doing it for him. You also wore a pair of sunglasses, despite it being night time. There was a good reason for you to be so inconspicuous. You were the favored blood doll of a pretty powerful vampire, a Tremere. A Regent.

There were a multitude of reasons that he picked you. He was extremely private, did NOT want his blood doll to be a well known person. He did NOT want you to be noticed or seen by anyone, nor did he want you to have any sort of connection with anyone. It's not like you had a problem with it. The amount of pleasure you got from his Kiss was worth more than anything else. You didn't have anyone in L.A. you were close to from the start, no family, no friends. Pretty much just work acquaintances. Being alone for some time, you had never been happier to be desired by someone like this. Especially someone so powerful. It felt like your own dirty little secret, and you loved every second of it.

As you approached the door to the building, you knocked. There was a particular way he wished for you to knock, so he would be aware that it was you. You weren't sure if this was his clan's base of operations or not. Sometimes the building looked slightly different to you when you'd come. Oddly enough, it would sometimes appear slightly off, but you couldn't put your finger on why. Maybe he was hiding it from you with magic, as it sometimes looked different on the inside too. You didn't dwell on it too much. He probably didn't want you to have a lot of information on him, as private as he was. After your knock, the door swung open on it's own. You were used to this. Stepping inside, the door closed on it's own behind you and locked. Walking up the stairs right beside of the front door, you noticed that the door to the room was already open. As you stepped inside, you saw him. Strauss was sitting at a desk close to the bed, reading what looked like a very old an ancient book. It was practically falling apart.

"Hi." You said, somewhat shyly. Something about even seeing him made you nervous. Your mind just became fogged with craving the feeling of his Kiss.

"Hello, my dear. You look lovely." You smiled brightly at his words as he closed the dusty book he was looking at.

"Thank you, I always get dressed up just for you." He stood up from his desk, pushing his chair in. He approached you, helping you take off your coat like the gentleman that he was.

"Haha, yes. I know." He was so confident and well spoken that it made you feel small. But it was an addicting feeling. He held his hand out to you, taking your hand and leading you toward the bed. He helped you sit down on the edge before kissing your hand. "Have you been doing well with your diet?" He asked. You had almost forgotten the list of foods he wanted you to eat. He said in some slight ways, it could change the taste of the blood just a tad.

"Yes, to the letter. Only what you approved of." He kissed higher this time, planting his lips on your wrist. You would swear that he was using magic on you simply by kissing you.

"Good, as I expected of you." His kisses trailed up your arm until he reached your shoulder. He nibbled on your skin just a bit. "Do you have any idea how thirsty I am? It's been far too long." Unable to speak, you only whimpered beneath his touch. His teeth grazed across your neck before he slowly sunk them into your skin. How was it not painful? It was something you'd never be able to understand. Two large fangs piercing deep into your flesh would have to be painful, or so you would think. But there was nothing you'd ever felt that had been as pleasurable as this. No drugs, no amount of alcohol, nothing could ever compare to how the Kiss made you feel. Pleasure flowed throughout your body, your skin tingling and feeling as if it was on fire. Unable to control yourself, you threw your head back and moaned loudly. Your head began to feel light, as if you were floating. He pulled away, licking the wound he had created. Now that the pleasure was gone, you felt dizzy and uneasy. "My apologies." Strauss said.

"For.. what?" You breathed out, still somewhat shaken with pleasure.

"I took quite a bit, I was.. so thirsty. Lie down, please. I insist." You did as he asked, lying back on the bed and placing your head on the soft pillow. He gently placed his hand on your stomach, lightly rubbing up and down. It was strange, you think vampires would all be violent and gruesome like they are portrayed in the media. You knew well enough that plenty of them were like that. From the time you had spent with Strauss though, you knew that a few of them were kind, even a little caring. You trusted him with your life.

"I'm okay, I promise. I don't feel too bad." You smiled at him. He gave a half genuine smile back. "Is everything alright?" You asked.

"Yes. I just feel some strange and conflicting emotions currently." You hummed.

"May I ask what they are?" You questioned, but didn't expect him to give you an answer. He thought for a moment, stopping his movements.

"I feel strangely close to you. I do not wish to ever be away from you. I feel.. drained, when you're not close by." You heart started beating faster in an instant. He must have sensed it, because he placed his hand on your chest, right over your quickly still beating heart.

"I feel the same." You admitted. He took his small rounded glasses off, looking directly in your eyes.

"May I give you a real kiss?" He asked, kindly and quietly. You nodded your head, smiling up at him. He leans down, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to yours. It was.. different. His lips were cold and dead, sending shivers down your spine. His tongue slid past your lips. It began cold and dry, but slowly warmed up and became wet. His.. saliva, you weren't sure.. began mixing with yours. He tasted just like a living, breathing person.

"Wow, I.." You were unable to create sentences, shocked and anxious at his words and actions. "Strauss.."

"Yes?" He laughed a little, seemingly enjoying how nervous he was making you feel.

"Can you.. do anything else with that power of yours?" You smiled at him, unable to control yourself at this point. You were so turned on it was difficult for you to focus on anything.

"Of course. Let me show you.." He began undoing the buttons on his long trench coat, revealing the black shirt underneath. He didn't remove anything else, only began undoing his pants. He pulled out his cock, revealing that it was hard and standing at attention.

"Wow.. that's incredible.." You smiled seeing it, never wanting anything more in your whole life. He crawled onto the bed on his knees, pushing your legs apart and getting in between them. He lifted your little black dress up, somehow tearing your panties. Like he had cut them with a knife to get them out of the way. He removed the fabric, then using his hands to keep your knees apart.

"Are you prepared?" He asked, you quickly nodding your head in response. You'd both been secretly wanting this the whole time without realizing it, and there was no reason to be patient any longer. Using one of his hands to position himself, he slowly pushed his cock inside of you. It was like his tongue, now alive and warm, pulsing with want and desire. He quickly began thrusting, still keeping that cool and collected composure he always had. Meanwhile, you were unable to do the same, throwing your head back and moaning loudly in pleasure. He used one of his hands to cover your mouth, smiling at you. "Shh, shh.. you don't want to disturb my neonates.. do you?"

[pilotinthestars]

a green nursery - PilotInTheStars 

rating: mature | word count: 3.3k | @today-in-fic

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They got a cab (a nice one) thanks to Assistant Producer Walter Skinner and the Bureau credit card he had left in Scully’s hands. They probably should’ve walked, but the tiny bit of wine in Scully had made her a little wobbly, and well if it was on the FBI’s dime, who minded? He figured Skinner could vouch for them if any question came up. He had come up with excuses for worse.

Scully was laughing under her breath, swinging his hand a little like they were on the playground and he was her crush, as they stepped into the cab. The driver eyed their full black attire. “Coming from somewhere?”

“And going somewhere too,” Scully replied. “We came from a movie premiere.”

The cab driver nodded. This was apparently hardly a novelty to him.

“Anything I should see?”

Scully giggled to herself and put her head on Mulder’s shoulder, closing her eyes tiredly. “Never see The Lazarus Bowl.”

The driver decided to not ask any more questions.

“We’re not from around here, if you know of any good places to eat, we’d be grateful.”

“I’ll put you in the general direction.” The driver said no more.

“The movie stars are all over him,” Scully said, giggly with that full smile, hiccupping under her own laughs. The driver didn’t respond, but he did eye Mulder up and down from his view in the rearview mirror, probably wondering just how she was practically in his lap and had insisted on sitting in the middle seat and not the driver’s side one. It was easy to believe Dana Scully could have been a movie star. Despite it being close to midnight, the streets were packed full of cars and people, leading to confusing jaywalking and a mild fender bender.

The cab driver gave a frustrated grunt, told them he’d be back and stepped out of the car to speak angrily with the driver in front. Teenagers who misbehaved the second chaperones were gone got it right, Mulder thought, feeling much younger than the age of 40 that was approaching the following year. Scully’s hands were immediately on him, and her lips were soft against his neck and his cheek and his lips. And he responded in turn because he was a gentleman.

He didn’t even know when she had undone her seatbelt, but she was half in his lap and there were far more concerning mysteries in the world than that. His hands drifted upwards from her hips when he deemed it right (and knew that the cab driver was deeply invested in his battle on the side of an L.A. road) and he let one rest on top of her breast over her dress, but it lasted just a second before she winced an “ow” against his mouth and flinched away. His hands immediately left her.

“Scully-” he said as she carefully readjusted her bra under her dress, the corners of her lips turned in pain. “Is everything okay?”

Her hair was disheveled and she tried to kiss him again. There was nothing he wanted more than her lips against his again and he felt bad moving away, but her physical reaction was too much for him to ignore.

“Are you in pain?”

“My breasts have been a little tender,” she said quietly. “Lots of women have tender breasts before their period.” She had slipped a finger under the band of his bowtie, wanting to pull him closer.

“But have you before?” It seemed a forward question, but she’d never reacted like that to him before at any time of the month.

She didn’t answer him.

When it appeared that the fight between the two cab members wouldn’t be resolved in any short manner, Mulder quickly paid and led Scully out into the sidewalk. There was a small hole-in-the-wall pizza place, and it seemed good enough to eat this late at night.

Mulder opened the door and Scully kept herself from entering, hand pausing on the frame. Her face was a pale shade of green. “Oh my god, I can’t eat.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll be sick, I can’t eat this late.”

He worried for a moment, worried that she was just restricting herself again. After-sex had always meant midnight snacks for her.

Scully wrapped her jacket tighter around herself and promptly left the joint, Mulder in tow.

“Have you been feeling sick lately?” he asked, stopping her gently.

She shrugged. “Maybe a little bit. Ever since our flight… I’ve been feeling weird. I think motion sickness takes a few days to get over.”

She took his hand and he led her down the street. Something was strange about everything, and he had a suspicion but knew that if it was wrong he’d ruin the whole night.

And yet it was impossible wasn’t it? They had tried. They had tried and the IVF had failed. Scully had wanted it to work so badly. He had wanted it to work so badly. But a baby hadn’t been in the cards.

Mulder would have to pretend like he hadn’t done his research before a year ago and that he didn’t know all the early pregnancy symptoms.

“Scully…”

“What, Mulder?”

He didn’t want to ruin her mood. He didn’t want to ruin the evening.

“I think you might be pregnant.”

Her face was impassive.

“Mulder… That’s not possible.”

He felt like a dick for bringing it up. He should have just waited.

“I’m just… I’m just not sure what other symptoms it would be. Have you ever felt this way when you’re sick? Or after a plane ride?”

Scully didn’t reply. “I’m not sure what else it would be.”

“I’m not trying to cause you any pain, Scully,” he finally said after another moment of silence, in which the buzz of the city surrounded them.

“I know you aren’t.” She closed her eyes to compose herself before opening them again, resolved.

“I’ll take a test.” He could finish the sentence for her. But it’s nothing.

Mulder opened the door to the nearest convenience store open for her and they stepped inside, mumbling a quick greeting to the poor worker behind the counter and walking over to the small medical section. There were a few pregnancy tests on the bottom shelf and she eyed them carefully. He was the one to pick them up, grabbing two.

“It’s worth seeing,” he said gently. She nodded and he walked to the counter to pay, feeling guilty that he was upsetting her in this way. Maybe it was his own stubborn hope, but he thought of the symptoms and couldn’t think of another explanation.

The convenience store worker said and did nothing but eye him up and down. He supposed most tuxedo-clad men didn’t come into this establishment for the purpose of buying pregnancy tests for the little black dress-clad women they had brought with them.

He refused the bag and slipped them into his jacket pocket. His fate was sealed.

“Back to the hotel?” she asked. He nodded.

Walking back, he determined that no matter the outcome, he’d wake up early and order room service, a giant breakfast. It would be for either feasting or comfort. It was the least he could do. Or the least the Bureau’s credit card could do.

Scully would wake up tomorrow morning either the happiest she’d ever been, or miserable, thanks to him. Maybe he was feeling a little sick. The elevator was silent, the mood feeling heavy with dread. It had been so nice. Everything had been so nice. He was going to ruin it. He already had.

“Mulder,” she said quietly, her hand on the box, once they had both stepped inside the hotel room and he had slipped it out of his jacket pocket. “I don’t want to take it.” The alcohol had worn off a bit, and she wasn’t wobbly anymore, just sad. “I don’t want to get myself hopeful for something that’s not happening.” Her eyes were glistening.

“Dana, what do you think is going on?”

“I don’t know, but,” Scully said. “After all this…” He was able to fill in the rest. The IVF, the past few months… They weren’t carefully trying to make a baby, but simultaneously… weren’t they? They had little hope of it, but a wanted miracle was a wanted miracle nonetheless. And he wanted to give Scully everything she wanted.

“But…” She took a breath and looked at the little box again, and the two identical ones sitting on the television stand. “The sooner I know.”

Mulder nodded. “And I’ll be right here.”

The time in between Scully stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door and when she opened it again was the longest wait of his life. He sat at the foot of the bed, hands in his lap, letting the guilt and worry consume him. If it was negative, he could never forgive himself for putting Scully through the past hour. What a cruel reminder it would be. He hoped that she’d forgive him at the end of the day.

“I want you to look at it,” she said softly. “It’s on the bathroom counter, under the tissue. I don’t want to look at it.”

Mulder’s stomach dropped. He didn’t want to be the one to break her heart.

Maybe his own heart would shatter too.

He had held a pregnancy test before, or rather seen one on the counter and investigated it further only one time back. It hadn’t been the careful planning of two people, it had been the carelessness of two university students. Phoebe walked into the room, a sense of relief around her. He had looked at it confused for a moment, and she explained it simply.

One line means negative, Fox.

He had carried that bit of wisdom for just under twenty years, and now he would put it to use, and had to figure out how to brace himself to see what the test was going to say and just how to tell the news to Scully. He never wanted to be the one to break her heart, to see her crumble in front of his eyes. It would break him too.

Scully was waiting for him as patiently as she could, choosing to keep her gaze focused on the tile floor. The test felt so heavy in his hands and he lifted it up to get a good look at it.

There were a few moments in his 38 years he felt were the irreversible Rubicons of his existence and the theses of his every action. If he took the time, he could carefully list them off. One was Samantha’s disappearance and her consequential never-returning. The second was when Dana Katherine Scully walked into the basement, shoulder pads and kitten heels and all. And the third was right now.

He blinked several times. The past couple of days had been weird, and yet this moment topped it all off. He had to repeat Phoebe’s line of wisdom to himself several times.

“Dana.”

“What?”

“Dana, it’s positive.”

She looked up at him, her expression both afraid and hopeful and simultaneously unreadable. “What do you mean?”

He laughed. “Well, I think it’s like a true or false test. There are only two options.” She was in the tiny bathroom immediately, faster than the speed of light, not hesitating to take the test from him. He’d never lie about something like this. It was the greatest truth he’s ever shared.

Her baby blues surveyed the test over and over again, analyzing the reality of the two lines on her test. She shook her head and immediately went to grab another test on the nightstand.

“Scully-” he began, laughing to himself, gently taking her hand before she could shut the bathroom door on him. “How many false positives do you see with these things?”

“Mulder-” There were tears in her eyes now, spilling over and falling down her cheeks. “I can’t be pregnant. How can I be pregnant? It’s not possible.” She was starting to shake.

“You’re the doctor. How many false positives do pregnancy tests get?”

The world paused for a moment as Scully considered the factors. Her hand not holding the pregnancy test drifted gently to her stomach slowly.

“When was your last period?” he asked gently.

“I don’t really know.” She refused to look away from the test. “But… mine should have started a couple of days ago I think…” Her face fell and she finally looked up.

And she started to sob. She had every right to.

He had wished before to take away the brunt of her suffering, to take away every pain inflicted on her. When Emily, a little girl created out of cruelty, the little girl she loved, died, when she had told him the IVF failed and there was no chance of another cycle. There had been the constant personal attack she inflicted on herself that he couldn’t break, even when there wasn’t a single thing she had done wrong.

“It’s our baby,” he said softly. There hadn’t been any more joyous statements in human history.

She wept into his tuxedo shirt, her face tucked and hidden against him, her arms tightly around him. He wanted to tuck her gently inside his heart.

“Let’s make a compromise, you can take another one in the morning.”

Scully nodded and sniffed into his tuxedo shirt before letting go. Her hands cradled his face and she kissed him slowly. “I’m pregnant,” she said, repeating it to herself.

“You’re pregnant. ”

Two more tears slipped down her face again. She blinked and looked away in disbelief. “Oh my god, I’m pregnant.”

“You’ve got every symptom in the book, Scully.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re always insistent on never believing me.”

Her laugh was bigger than she was and she curled herself into his arms. “There’s a baby. Mulder, I want them so badly. I wanted them so badly.”

He kissed her head. “Come on.” He gently shuffled them out of the bathroom and into the other part of the hotel room. “I’d say we break out the credit card to buy champagne, but…”

She laughed, that big laugh he could get out of her when she was happy as a schoolgirl, but then she fell again. “Oh god, Mulder, I drank wine earlier.” She tried to sit down on the counter but slid down to the floor. “I didn’t know, I didn’t think to take a test- you don’t think I’ve messed it up, do you?” She had kept the test in her hands during their shuffle and she was staring at it again, crying quietly into her hand.

“Dana,” he said. Before she could slide to the floor, he pulled her into his lap, where she fit perfectly like she always did, her nose buried in his collar as she cried. “Do you know how many mothers had had a tiny bit of wine before they knew? I think most of them.”

She nodded and he kissed her forehead. “The kid’s just fine. They’ll be tough.” If their mother was Dana Scully, there was no other option. She tilted her head to look at the test again.

“I’m not seeing things…” she said decidedly. “But I don’t know how. ”

“Never give up on a miracle.”

“Skinner’s going to kill us,” she said.

“No, we’re going to be out of his hair for once. If he had any.”

Scully laughed again, hard enough that she kicked out her feet and struggled to breathe. “You’re awful .”

He kissed her slowly, thumbs resting on her waist, careful to avoid where she was especially tender. She kissed him back fiercely. “Can we move this…” A tug on his collar told him exactly what she meant.

“You don’t want to do this here on the nice hotel room floor?”

“Can’t believe you’d suggest such a thing to the pregnant lady,” she replied. She grinned and kissed him again. “What’s the point of the hotel room floor when there’s a nice hotel room bed?”

He obliged, even when she wouldn’t stop kissing him, tugging on his shirt and his pants to get them off. When their nice premiere clothes were safely stowed away on the floor, he paused to catch his breath. He rested his ear against her belly, as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to catch her breath. Weren’t women supposed to become super sensitive in a variety of places while pregnant? He noted it for later.

“Come up here,” Scully said impatiently about a half hour later, once they were both satisfied. He did as she requested, not wanting to deny her anything, letting her wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, letting her taste herself on him.

“Mulder,” she said, giggling to herself.

“What?”

“They’re ours. They’re all ours.” She playfully pushed him onto his back so she could lay on top of him, kissing his neck.

“How am I supposed to have a meeting with Skinner tomorrow if you leave a mark?”

She shushed him. “Don’t mention him right now.”

“I’m going to have to tell him eventually.”

“We will both have to tell him eventually,” she muttered, sliding off him so she could rest on the bed, her arm draped across him, her cheek on his shoulder. “Oh, we’ll be in so much trouble.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

“The whole bullpen will know you knocked me up.” She kissed him again, love-drunk and giggling to herself. “Thank you.”

Mulder rubbed his chin, his clean shave for the premiere already gone, the stubble growing in. “Not even an ounce of mystery, huh?”

Scully shook her head. She was beautifully flushed all the way down. Maybe the pregnancy glow had hit her very early. He could never complain. Her remarkably kind hands caressed him gently, one tugging on his hair and the other resting on his chest. She was clearly pondering something.

“I want a green nursery,” Scully finally said. “

“Hmm… do I get a say?” he said. “Or has it been decided?”

“I don’t want pink or blue, I don’t want to find out before,” she said matter-of-factly. “I want to find out when they get here.”

It was a funny thing to say, Mulder thought. He understood the saying of when the baby did arrive earthside, but when you really thought about it the baby was right there, nestled right between him and Scully. What a crazy thing to think about it. He had a lot of things to tell them, he wished the baby could understand English. They would someday and he anticipated it greatly.

“What do you want for the nursery?” she asked. “I suppose the spare bedroom would work.”

The greatest honor any man could receive was Scully asking his opinion on a baby’s nursery theme. It was certainly his.

Mulder considered this for a while and decided he could think of nothing but a starry mobile above the baby’s head and little fists trying to grab it. He couldn’t picture their face; it would likely come to him later. Maybe he’d picture it in a dream.

A little boy or little girl, fast asleep in Scully’s arms as her feet pushed them back and forth in a rocking chair. Thank God she had a spare bedroom.

“Green would be nice.” He waited patiently for her response, for her approval, but her mouth did not open. She was fast asleep against him, her cheek pressed to his chest, her arm falling around him. A warm little weight nestled against him. Quickly, he turned off the lamp and pulled up the blanket, not wanting to disturb her or their happiness.  

He quietly told her goodnight and thought a hello to the little someone growing between them, and fully laid back against the pillows.

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𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

"The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice."

part four of ? part three

disclaimers : smut, age gap (modern day James), slow burn shit, masturbation, pillow humping, slight voyeurism, slight daddy kink cursing, smoking, probably drinking, big girls stuff kids dni

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Chapter 4 - Mr. Hetfield

I was finished with the groceries but I'm sure I've forgotten so much. I couldn't stop thinking about James. I was confused about how I felt and also about how it would be to have him as my neighbour. I wonder how my grandmother is gonna react. I wanted to be home for her but I also wanted to hide somewhere far.

I was close to home. As I arrive in the driveway I see James on my front porch talking with Stacy and my grandmother. I took a deep breath and got out of the car.

"- Hey girl get your ass over here!" said Stacy, excited.

I walk up to them and ask.

"- Is everything okay grandma?"

"- Everything is fine. This nice gentleman came to introduce himself." replied my grandmother.

I heard James laugh lightly. Fuck! Could he stop confusing me like that? I couldn't even look at him, I was so afraid I would turn red just by his sight.

"- Well i gotta go, got a hot date tonight!" exclaimed Stacy.

She kissed my grandmother on the cheek and got to her car. Before going in she winked at me with a malicious smile. I say silently but enough for her only to see "fuck you".

"- I'm gonna go check on dinner in the oven. I'll let you introduce yourself to this nice gentleman." she smiled warmly before going in.

I am left alone on my porch with James. It's like the universe wants to fuck with me.

"- Nice to officially meet you Ann." James said slowly.

His sentence got me out of my thoughts. He recognised me. He remembered who I was. He was holding his hand out so I could shake it.

This hand.

I shook it. It sent shivers down my spine. I hope he didn't notice that. I don't know what it is but his hands are making me feel like jelly.

"- You recognised me from the pharmacy?" i asked like it was something he shouldn't have remembered.

Because he shouldn't. I'm just a random clumsy chick he crossed paths with in a pharmacy. Like why would you remember me? I mean I remembered him. But it's because he has this unique aura. I don't.

"- The moment I saw you with your friend on the porch yesterday I knew it was you." he smiled.

So it was why he smiled at us yesterday. He recognised the clumsy girl who almost made him fall. Fuck, what a reputation i have.

"- My name is-"

"- James. I know." i interrupted.

"- So you also recognised me huh?" he raised a brow.

"- To be honest, no. Stacy told me who you were yesterday when she saw you."

"- Good, so i don't need to tell you about the big part."

"- The fact that you are the singer of the most famous metal band of the world or the fact that YOU out of anybody decided to move here? I mean it's a very good area of L.A but real stars don't come here."

"- I had to move out. I fell in love with the house. That's all." he looked over his house.

Yeah and I fell for your hands man but whatever. He is so gorgeous. The most gorgeous man I have ever seen. His blue eyes were piercing into mine as he looked back at me.

Was I the only one feeling this obvious tension? Am I just touch depraved? Or is it real? And if yes, is it only one sided?

"- So how's your band doing? ... Metallica right?" i asked, trying to break off this tension between us.

"- We're doing good, the usual. New album's coming, new tour next year. All is good and amazing."

"- I'm sorry." i giggle. "I must seem weird. I don't know a lot about metal. Neither about Metallica. I'm not into this type of music."

"- More the Doors type of girl?" he asked looking at my shirt.

"- Haha yes. I'm sorry if i look so ignorant." i answered.

"- It's refreshing actually. I love that." he said, smiling at me sweetly.

I hope I'm not blushing hard, because I feel like I do.

"- I will listen to your new album when it comes out. I promise." i say, enjoyed.

"- I hope you will." he laughed.

This was so easy. So smooth and so unique. We were having a nice conversation. So peaceful and passionate. He was funny and smart. There was still this obvious tension. But it didn't matter, if so it made our conversation even more interesting. I don't know if it's because I haven't had a real conversation with somebody new in quite some time but I also know for sure that this is unique. I wonder if he feels it too. When my mom was ill, I had to talk to so many doctors and professionals who were just repeating the same depressing things. Or those fake hopeful corporate speeches. I haven't bothered trying to meet new people since my mom died. And I don't know if I will ever talk to James again, but this is the nicest conversation I've had with somebody in weeks.

"- I came here to apologise to your grandmother for the noise i'm causing with me moving in and all." he said.

"- You should also apologise for the noise you will make with your heavy metal stuff." i said ironically.

"- Don't worry, I play in a soundproof room. So no neighbour girl can come bother me for the sound." he answered as ironically.

We shared a laugh. It sounded like we already knew each other since ages.

"- Mmh. Fair point. Don't worry. No neighbour girl is gonna come bother you." i said, giving him a thumbs up with a big smile.

"- You wouldn't bother me anyway."

This sentence made me want to melt. My legs turned into jelly. Get together Ann! He probably said that you were welcome to him as a neighbour. That's all.

But now I want to see him play. Not only was he the singer but also the rhythm guitarist of his band. I wanted to see how he was playing, how those hands touched the guitar. I remember his singing a little bit hearing some Metallica songs here and there. But I never took the time to listen to it closely. I want to hear his voice. The way he sings and plays. I want to know how he is and every detail about his soul. The attraction I have for him is incredible. I'm so confused, but I'm gonna have to assume that I have a crush on him. Hell, no matter what Stacy said and how right she can be, I'm still paralysed about this situation. What should I do?

Stacy said. "Nothing else matters." The universe likes to play with me. That's my conclusion.

The front door opened and my grandmother's head picked out the door.

"- Hey sweetie, dinner is ready. Come whenever you want. Wanna stay for dinner?" my grandma asked James.

"- Oh no, I've got something to do. Thanks for asking." James replied.

I don't know how I could have ever been able to eat dinner with this man in front of me. All the lewd thoughts my dream induced upon me would have made me unable to eat.

"- Well, I will make you dinner one day darling. You are welcome whenever. And don't worry about the sound. Do your things." she smiles sweetly.

My grandmother calls everybody "sweetheart" or "darling". It's funny to see she never lost her mannerism.

"- Go sit down grandma, give your legs a rest. I'm coming in a minute. I'll say goodbye to James." i said.

"- You're right sweetheart. Goodbye Mr Hetfield. Have a nice evening. Come back whenever." my grandmother said to James.

"- Goodbye ma'am. It was nice meeting you." replies James.

My grandmother goes back into the house and I follow her. Before closing the door I look at James deep in the eyes.

"- Goodbye.... Mr Hetfield." i smile slowly.

"- You can call me James."

"- I like Hetfield. It sounds nice. You're lucky to have it as your last name." i answer sweetly.

James smiled. His eyes went bigger for a second. He passes his hand through his hair. God, I'm jealous of his hair. He coughs lightly.

"- Goodbye Anna."

He smiled one last time before I closed the door. Nobody called me Anna in years. There is a grandmother's day gift I made in 3rd grade for my grandma on the porch. It has a little word saying "from Anna, i love you." He must have seen it there. I'm shocked. I'm out of breath. I want him to call me that whenever he sees me. I secretly hope I will see him again. I don't know what i will do about this but i want to see him again. I want him.

"- Sweetheart, you are all red. What is wrong?" my grandmother asks.

"- No- nothing grandma, just the variation of temperatures." i said using the first thing that came to mind.

It was not even a good excuse. The temperatures were very similar between outside and inside. I was just startled by James. Him using my full name made me so weak.

"- I'll get the groceries out quickly. I'll join you for dinner right after." i say to my grandma.

"- Okay my love."

I get the groceries out of my car and put them in the kitchen where my grandmother is sitting in. I sit at the table with her and we start eating.

"- So what do you think about him darling?" my grandma asked.

"- He's pretty nice. I hope it will stay this way." i answer.

I'm sorry grandma, I couldn't tell you that my mind and body were attracted to him in the most perverted and romantic ways possible.

"- I saw him once when we were pretty young. In what? 84 something like this. He came to the store I was working in. He already was a nice young gentleman at the time. I'm glad to see he stayed the same. A strong minded rockstar but a nice gentleman." my grandma told me. "He aged pretty well." she added.

Hell yeah he did.

"- I'm glad you like our new neighbour grandma." i said happily.

I am truly glad. It's great if she feels at peace with the neighbours.

"- You should get to know him better sweetheart." she said, putting her hand on mine.

"- What do you mean?" i asked startled.

"- Nothing. But you two seemed to hit off pretty well earlier. It would be nice for you to see someone." she explained.

I don't know what she truly means. I don't know if she means I should get to know him as a friend or more and I don't want to ask. I'm afraid I'll blush too much again.

"- Maybe." i said, agreeing not knowing how else to react.

"- Your mom would say the same honey." she added.

"- I know she would."

She would.

My grandmother and I watched a movie. Later that night I helped her get to bed. And then went to my room.

I removed my shorts ready to get to bed. Before, I sat down on my bed to look up for a gift for my grandma on my laptop. Her birthday was coming up soon, I wanted to get her something nice. Hey, we don't turn 92 everyday! Maybe a picture of my mother when she was a baby. I would remaster the picture to give it better quality and frame it beautifully for her. I will also organise a little get together with some of her elderly friends and people she loves.

I stopped looking at my phone. From my bedroom window I could see one of the windows of the house next door. The house is big and has a big garden surrounding it. It's pretty private. Only a little part of the house is closer to my house. I'm sure it's the window of the master bedroom.

I get out of my bed to close the curtains of the window. I closed one side and I reached for the other side still looking at his window. "Curiosity is a nasty flaw." My grandmother told me when I was a kid. But I can't help it.

I saw him from behind. He had no shirt on and was still wearing the pants he had on earlier. I'm going fucking feral. I couldn't get my eyes off his back tattoos. They are mesmerising. His arms too, they are so tatted. I knew he was tattooed but this much I couldn't expect. It makes him even hotter. The light in his room was light so I couldn't notice them too well, but I could see enough for me to be afraid of what my dreams would be like tonight. I couldn't stop watching him. He is too mesmerising. The exposure his back had. The line of his back all the way down his jeans. I clench my thighs together a hundred percent sure I'm getting wet. He starts to undo his belt. The muscle lines of his strong arms give me too many dirty thoughts.

He suddenly stopped.

I don't know why but I didn't react. I was still peeping from my curtains. He looked over his shoulder and looked directly at me. Deep in my eyes. His piercing blue eyes staring at me. He smiled. I got scared of being caught so I let go of the curtain as quickly as I could and I stepped away from the window. I don't think he saw me. My room was dark. I'm sure he didn't. He probably smiled for something else.

I peeked back a little to see him again. But he was gone.

I went back into my bed to sleep. I couldn't. I was thinking about his body. Every inch of it. The thoughts of my nails digging on his back. Him hugging me with his strong arms. I was getting turned on. I wanted to touch myself. I can't. But I want to.

Without thinking about it my hand slid into my panties. I'm wet. Seriously? Just by the sight of his back? His sheet gripping back. I touch my clitoris lightly and I get how sensitive I am. Fuck it.

I move around to get my pillow. I need to help this ache I have between my legs. I can't stop thinking about how it would feel like to ride him. I start humping against my pillow. I remove my shirt and throw it on the ground. I caress the tip of my nipples slowly while humping more hard.

"- Uuhm James." i moan.

I bit my lip and put my hands on my thighs. My tits lightly bounce up and down with the movements of my body. I wonder how he would react to see my breasts move this way just for him. I moan more and more. I imagine his lips sucking on my tits and his hands gripping my waist while I ride him as hard as I can.

"- James, daddy." i let out a breath, shaking.

Becoming a mess wrapped around his cock. Him calling me "my girl". Being his and only his. Him grabbing me strongly like he was afraid I would break. His breath in my neck. Him getting faster in my pussy to delight himself with my deliverance.

My legs started to shake uncontrollably. I was about to come. I don't think I ever came faster. The thoughts of him making me so sensitive.

"- arrgh... fuck! James, james, james." i couldn't stop but saying.

And just like this I came. My legs couldn't stop and my back arched without control. I was out of breath. I needed that. I needed to let out everything this man makes me feel. I know it's not enough and my body will ask me more in not long but it will give me peace for the night.

Sweaty, half naked, over sensitive and tired I get under the covers. Falling asleep peacefully.

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A/N : I need to be James’s new gf. Chapter 5 is ready. Love yall darlings <3

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His eyes ...

His eyes....

Between these two pictures there are 28 years apart.

And he still has those blue expressive eyes that had helped him communicate the emotions from his characters through all these years.

Those eyes that can reach to the deepest part of your soul.

I needed to find a Charlie. But when the Brendan Fraser “aha!” moment happened, I was like, “Oh, that’s really interesting.” Honestly, I didn’t even know that much of his work. It was more just seeing his eyes and his soul. And then he came by my office and we met and we sat, and I was like, “Wow, what a gentleman, what a sweet guy who clearly, clearly has a lot to tell the world about what he can do and hasn’t been given opportunity.”

Darren Aronofsky

The magic of Fraser’s performance here lies in his marvelously expressive eyes, which are practically bulging with love, though frosted in fear that he’ll never again find someone to direct that love toward. There’s a boyish charm in those eyes, and if you look close enough, you can also sense a fighter behind them.

Los Angeles Magazine

... Fraser nonetheless manages to communicate the humanity in this character even when the film itself does everything it can to undermine his efforts. It’s the way that he uses his eyes and his facial expressions to communicate sorrow, fear, self-loathing, self-pity, hope, desperation, spiritual longing, a fake sense of joviality and a genuine sense of joy. The manner in which his eyes dart around when he’s unable to reach a key that’s fallen on the floor.

Rolling Stone

 Although he’s draped in heavy layers of latex, the actor’s eyes convey subtext the screenplay can’t excavate.

L.A Weekly

But regardless of all the role’s transformation trappings, Fraser’s performance resides in his sad, soulful eyes and compassionate interactions with the characters that come in and out of his home.

AP News

.... His blue eyes