#bnchee

[e1igius]

he doesn't think she's ever seen him like this , he knows he told her to come over whenever. but it's not the same when he's been in his head all morning and all he can think of is how he has friends who's faces got blown out of their skulls others who lost their torsos before they lost their breath. eyes answer the door red from crying , eyes landing on the only angel on earth. ❝ sawyer , uh ... hi. ❞

@bnchee bc yes. gets a small starter.

[chmerical-a]

✨️

CHARLIE!!!! how tf can one person be so gorgeous, so rad, & so talented!? how unfair of u tbh >:( ok but really, everything you touch is gold. i will gladly follow you from blog to blog to bask in ur talent!! thank you for always being a gem, i adore you ok <3

send a lil ✨ for positivity ! // ft. @bnchee

[tartt9]

@bnchee asked //

i recognize your face from somewhere. [ from here ! ]

A smirk rises up onto Jamie's face. Oh, he fucking loves when this happens. When people recognise him, know him as someone. He knows he's got a pretty face - a recognisable face, yes, a face a journalist for one of the gossip rags called Manchester's response to the Greek gods. Being fit and famous is an incredible thing, isn't it. He's one of England's finest footballers - he plays for the Three Lions [ how bizarre! ], and, on Richmond, he's a fucking star. So, of course he gets stopped by people who don't necessarily know his name. It's more difficult when he's not wearing it emblazoned across his shoulder blades, with the large number 9 [ or 24 ] beneath it.

"How much of a football fan are you?" he asks, the smirk still on his face as he looks down at her. She's even shorter than Keeley, he thinks - he's not very good at guessing people's heights. And, just as the words really process in the air, he realises that she could recognise him from elsewhere.

Fucking Lust Conquers All. Jamie doesn't regret doing the reality show; it's what brought him back to Richmond, in a weird, roundabout way. But he doesn't want to be thought of as that footballer who got kicked off of cycle 7 of Lust Conquers All in week 6. That thought could stop with that footballer, and he'd be happy. He hopes that she watches football. Then he can ask about who she supports, and worst case scenario, she answers United, and they'll have to go from there. No explanations of why he chose to leave Man City two weeks into the the season, or why he chose to cheat on Amy with Denise by having jacuzzi sex. Football talk is so much easier to manage.

[seasailed]

PLOTTED STARTER for : @bnchee

───IT WAS LIKE BEING IN A DREAM… All  of  Soren’s  life,  he’d  heard  tales  of  merpeople  and  faefolk,  but  never,  not  even  in  the  wildest  stretches  of  his  imagination,  did  he  ever  believe  that  he  would  encounter  such  creatures  in  his  lifetime…  and  a  SIREN,  of  all  things!  There  were  few  men  that  could  say  that  they’d  ever  laid  eyes  upon  one,  even  from  a  distance,  and  even  fewer  and  farther  between  were  those  lucky  enough  to  live  to  tell  the  tale  if  they  did.  In  that  regard,  Soren  wasn’t  sure  where  he  placed  with  his  unique  situation,  but  the  percentile  had  to  be  a  fraction  of  a  fraction,  he  thought.

                        Some  might  have  called  him  a  fool  for  taking  the  risk  that  he  did  in  keeping  the  siren  around,  and  others  might  have  thought  him  crazy  or  deluded,  or  even  assumed  that  she  had  him  wrapped  up  in  the  persuasion  of  a  spell.  Many  times,  he’d  even  weighed  the  possibility  himself,  although  he’d  dropped  the  notion  almost  altogether  when  it  had  suddenly  dawned  on  him  that  he  just  didn’t  care.  If  it  was  a  dream,  then  he  didn’t  want  to  wake,  and  should  he  be  stepping  off  a  precipice  with  naught  but  the  tides  of  insanity  to  break  his  fall  below,  then  he  would  happily  take  the  plunge.

                        They  had  just  come  back  from  the  marketplace;  Sawyer’s  first  real  outing  since  Soren  had  found  her  washed  up  on  the  shoreline  outside  of  his  lighthouse.  As  much  as  he’d  enjoyed  seeing  her  skip  around  his  place  in  nothing  but  his  oversized  shirts,  he’d  come  to  realize  that  it  wasn’t  practical,  especially  now  that  he’d  unintentionally  attached  himself  to  the  sentiment  of  having  her  stay  awhile.  He’d  loaned  her  one  of  his  mother’s  old  dresses  for  the  sake  of  blending  in  on  their  trip  into  town,  but  even  that  garment,  as  small  as  it  was,  billowed  off  of  her  small  frame  and  swallowed  her  whole.  He’d  even  made  a  joke  about  being  afraid  that  he’d  lose  her  in  it.

                        To  Soren’s  surprise,  he’d  enjoyed  the  trip  even  more  than  he’d  expected  to,  and  for  reasons  he  couldn’t  have  predicted.  Watching  the  way  that  Sawyer  interacted  with  the  foreign  world  was  as  hilarious  as  it  was  adorable,  and  on  more  than  one  occasion  he’d  caught  himself  smiling  completely  uninhibitedly  as  he  focused  on  her.  There  was  something  about  the  way  curiosity  and  fascination  painted  her  delicate  features  that  made  his  heart  swell  and  burst  in  his  chest.  Her  doll-like  eyes  seemed  to  sparkle  with  what  he  could  only  have  described  as  enchantment  as  they’d  strolled  together  through  the  quiet  coastal  town,  every  bland  commodity  sparking  intrigue  as  though  it  might  have  been  made  of  magic.  The  car-ride  had  been  especially  memorable.

                        Without  knowing  what  sort  of  preference  the  siren  had,  Soren  had  wandered  with  her  until  something  caught  her  eye.  The  method  had  eventually  led  the  pair  into  a  quaint  boutique  that  was  filled  with  hand-made  garments,  the  apparel  crafted  in  a  variety  of  silks,  laces,  knitted  wools  and  breezy  cottons  that  were  well-suited  for  the  fickle  moods  of  the  coastal  climate.  He’d  quickly  come  to  realize  that  Sawyer  had  an  affinity  for  the  color  black,  and  he  couldn’t  deny  that  the  shade  suited  her  well,  especially  considering  the  inky  pigment  of  her  scales.  That  hadn’t  stopped  him  from  sneaking  a  floral-patterned  dress  in  his  favorite  shade  of  seafoam  green  into  the  bag.

                        Just  as  the  sailor  had  been  all  day,  he  was  all  but  helpless  to  stave  off  the  growing  affection  and  adoration  that  he  had  for  the  beautiful  siren,  his  doting  gaze  transfixed  on  her  every  time  she’d  step  out  of  the  changing  room  in  something  new.  Her  first  appearance,  which  had  her  dawning  a  black  sundress  that  sat  snug  against  her  dainty  physique,  had  caused  the  faintest  tinge  of  a  blush  to  color  his  cheeks  and  a  goofy  grin  to  tilt  his  lips.  He’d  almost  forgotten  how  small  she  was,  as  he’d  grown  accustomed  to  an  overabundance  of  fabric  concealing  the  curves  of  her  body.  After  a  while,  he  was  sure  that  she’d  stopped  believing  him  when  he  told  her  that  he  liked  the  way  the  clothing  looked  on  her,  but  it  couldn’t  have  been  any  closer  to  the  truth.  He  couldn’t  help  that  everything  looked  good  on  her…

                        Once  the  shopping  list  had  been  completed  and  Soren  had  paid  for  everything,  he  took  her  home.  The  sky  outside  was  beginning  to  dim  by  the  time  that  they’d  arrived,  the  bright  blue  fading  into  a  vibrant  palette  of  purples,  pinks  and  oranges  that  streaked  the  horizon  like  paint  on  a  canvas.  The  sailor  filled  his  hands  with  the  assortment  of  shopping  bags  and  toted  them  up  the  winding  staircase  of  the  lighthouse,  keeping  Sawyer  in  tow.  After  he’d  set  them  down,  he  took  a  moment  to  admire  the  view  from  the  window  before  he’d  turned  back  to  look  at  her,  noticing  now  that  she  seemed  preoccupied  with  a  train  of  thought.

                        Soren  began  to  smile,  offering  the  slight  tilt  of  his  head.  ❝ You  okay? ❞ He  asked,  earning  a  glance  from  her. ❝ What  are  you…  thinking  about? ❞ His  grin  widened  and  his  eyebrows  knitted  together  with  a  faint  hint  of  curiosity  as  he  watched  the  way  that  she  was  touching  her  delicate  fingers  to  her  lips,  as  though  she  was  using  the  gesture  in-place  of  finding  words.  The  language  barrier  that  hindered  their  ability  to  communicate  was  frustrating  at  times,  but  more  often  than  not,  he’d  found  that  it  had  given  him  amusement.

[eddie]

ANSWERED ASK for : @bnchee ❛ [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc.  ❜

⛧˖ ─── EVEN WITH THE PREPAREDNESS THAT THE weather forecast had provided the venue, the sudden shift in the elements had been swift and violent enough to warrant the cancelation of the days’ scheduled events. All of the rain jackets and umbrellas in the world couldn’t have saved the attendees from the turbulent winds that swept through the festival grounds, shaking the tents and causing the structures to sway in their wake. It had been drizzling all weekend, the blue of the sky desaturated by the billowing silver clouds that covered the sun, but now the rain was coming down in heavy sheets from black skies, whipping through the atmosphere and lashing at the walls and windows of the tour buses with a force that could almost be perceived as wrathful.

            Despite the war that mother nature waged just beyond the thin walls, however, Eddie found an unexpected calmness in the humble space of Sawyer’s bedroom. It was as though her presence, in and of itself, echoed something akin to the quiet eye of a hurricane— an ironic concept, considering he’d recently begun to discover that she was just as much a storm as she was the stillness of the center. The metalhead had braved the elements to get there, sprinting through the rows of parked buses and trailers while raindrops pelted his skin like tiny bullets, soaking him from head to toe. By the time he’d flown through her front door, he looked a little something like a WET DOG, the mop of disheveled locks atop his head weighed down by the concentration of water that now dripped from the ends. It had taken little more than seeing the crinkle of her nose and the dimples of her cheeks when she’d smiled at him to convince him that it had all been totally worth it though.

            Now, with his shirt in a soggy heap on the floor and his dark curls clinging to his skin, Eddie was atop Sawyer’s bed, big brown eyes blinking admiringly from his place on a pillow as his gaze traveled through each feature of her sweet face. It had only been a day since they’d first kissed, but since then, those pretty lips of hers had been all he’d thought about. Kissing her was all he wanted to do. An impish note began to color the expression on his face, curving his mouth into a slanted grin as his arm reached out to snake around her slender waist, pulling her closer to him. His cold skin was dusted in goosebumps, although it wasn’t entirely the result of the cold air. The proximity of their bodies may have had a lot something to do with it.

            ❝ You’re so warm, ❞ Eddie began with a feigned gasp, the curvature of his grin widening almost deviously. There was a pause, his tattooed forearm tightening around the lithe circumference of her frame in case she thought about squirming away, and then his chilled fingers were dipping upwards beneath the hem of her shirt to settle against the heat of her back. He couldn’t help it. Before Sawyer could even retaliate, his lips were capturing her own in a gentle but drawn-out kiss, his smile never leaving his expression.

[pnkb1tch-archive]

' good boy, baby ... '

sawyer's on top of him, perched in his lap like the pretty little thing she is. her dress is pulled up to her chest, lacy fabric clenched between arlo's teeth, as instructed  ━   ❝ don't let go, and no touching unless i say so, ❞   she'd whispered, pressing a hot, wet kiss against the base of his throat. arlo's nothing if not eager to please, so here he is, hands behind his back, trousers at his knees and his lover teasingly rocking back and forth against him, her   invitingly  warm  wetness   brushing over his painfully hard cock without mercy. when sawyer had asked to ride him, arlo should've known better after the incident at the awards show with the APP - CONTROLLED VIBE . she was out for him with a vengeance. still, he doesn't budge, simply gazing up at her with wide , watery eyes . god, he wants to be inside of her so badly. in that moment, something gives, and sawyer yanks her dress off the rest of the way, a broken groan ripping free of arlo's chest. perhaps he'd looked just pitiful enough, sitting there with his flushed cheeks, cock weeping pre - cum, and soft, desperate little whimpers escaping his BITTEN - RED LIPS . she pulls him in for a filthy kiss, with a whispered,  ❝ good boy, baby, ❞   before finally taking arlo fully, sheathing his member inside of her fluttering, soft walls.

[be4tdown]

how they have the bus to themselves, she'll never know. the sounds of chatter just outside barely registers to her as hazel hues drink in the peaceful face of the man she shares her bunk with. a moment thay causes time to slow, a sudden overwhelming need taking over; impulsiveness wins, pressing soft kisses to vic's neck and jawline in an attempt to gently wake him.

once she knows he's coherent enough, she adjusts herself onto an elbow, propped up and peering over him. long, brunette tresses fall over her shoulders, in their natural state of soft waves as she manages to catch his gaze, a bright, cheeky grin pulling at her lips, " so, what if i asked you out on a date ... like, a real date? "

the first miracle is being gifted a tranquil morning [ ... ] A MOMENT SO RARE IT MUST HAVE BEEN PASSED DOWN DIRECTLY FROM THE HANDS OF GOD HIMSELF. the bastard must have finally decided to give the pair a break —— or maybe those that occupy her bus are simply more considerate of their fellow bandmates. ( the same couldn't be said for his own. ) he was the least morning friendly of the group and often suffered the dire consequences of it in the form of rude awakenings. the second miracle is being able to sleep as well as one possibly could in a small bunk certainly not built for more than one person at a time [ ... ] but they somehow managed to make it work. AND HE WOULD SWEAR UP AND DOWN THAT HERS WAS MUCH MORE ROOMIER. that his long limbs didn't need to bend as much , that he could stretch out just a little bit more.

any dream that he was in the middle of would suddenly be tugged away and he would have complained if it weren't for the feeling of lips against his neck ; haphazardly placed and traveling along the slope of his jaw —— A QUIET AND RASPY GROAN VIBRATED HIS THROAT INSTEAD ONCE SHE STOPPED. didn't she know that she can't just kiss him like that if she didn't have other ideas ? the first thing his gaze catches upon begrudgingly opening is her watching him from above , bright eyed and wide smile and all. even if it was still a bit blurred [ ... ] it isn't the worst sight to wake up to. he'll slowly blink a few times ( once. twice. third times the charm. ) and his own smile begins to grow. ❛❛ that's what you're wakin' me up to ask ? ❜❜

a soft laugh manages to escape him and an inked hand would raise to rub at his eyes still tinged with sleep —— before turning to better face her. ❛❛ what's a real date ? ❜❜

[razorfst]

" ... it still hurts my heart knowing you've never seen blues clues." 😭😭😭

"I do not understand still why this is heartbreaking, iubire. It is a dog, yes? I don't know what you can learn from a blue dog."

[e1igius]

"i'm sorry. did i kill him? oh my god, did i kill him!?" the gun is still in her hands, though there's a desire to simple let it drop. she didn't know what else to do; she just saw huck on the brink of being stabbed and acted on impulse. each breath is a struggle as she starts to realize what she's just done. sawyer has been many things in her life, but a murderer has never been one of them. @bnchee

the body weight that had fallen on him after the gunshot had taken up temporary attention , it wasn't often the enemy got the jump on the blonde vigilante. in this case if he was being perfectly honest , he wasn't even sure who the enemy was. it took a better skillset than his own to find him. and even more skill to be able to stop any if not all of his security countermeasures set in place. the loft in houston was his safe space , not as much as the ranch house but huckleberry often didn't have time to go all the way back to the ranch in east texas to unwind. and houston was a home away from home when he needed it to be. just texan enough , without building too much chaos. still the loft had measures , which was why he'd felt comfortable letting sawyer stay over when she wanted to. platonic sleepovers or however she called them , something he knew he shouldn't be too open about but it couldn't be that bad it wasn't like they fucked or anything ---- and for the most part it was safe. or he had thought it was...

the intruder had certainly come as a surprise , as had the fight that followed. there weren't many people big enough to keep huck at bay , to say he was matched was an understatement. any memory of the right would be for naught , huckleberry never seemed to remember the mist of the action. not that it mattered, what he certainly hadn't expected , was sawyer grabbing the pistol out of the nightstand and firing it. the blood splatter on his chest was a feeling he was accustomed to , but not one he was happy to relive. especially not that seeing as the the second the man had stopped moving he heard her voice break through the shattered chaos. she sounded so scared. thoughts raced back into mind as he pushes the body off of him standing up instantly and moving to the girl on the bed in a heartbeat. one hand pulling the gun out of her hand by the barrel , the other instantly touching her cheek and shaking his head. no , no , he can't let this happen.

gun cocked , he turns and fires a round into the back of the mans skull. before tossing it aside and turning his full attention to swayer. taking her hands in his own. ❝ you didn't kill him , i killed him. me , see ? it wasn't you. it wasn't you. ❞ he's trying to comfort her , he's never been in this situation before. he's never had to see a civilian engage to this extent. his thumbs are tracing soft circles on the back of her hands , he kisses her forehead briefly. before turning his head back towards the dead body. he needs to get rid of it. sooner rather than later. the blasted skull , is going to be a handful to clean up. but swayer's haste in breathing brings him back to the moment at hand... his brain his scattered. priorities is what he needs, one at a time. one thing at a time.

❝ you just hurt him , to help me. thank you. i killed him okay. ❞ a pause , he needs her to breathe, he grabs a sheet off the bed and wraps it over her shoulders. is she going to be okay here ? he should take her home. get her out of here. she's certainly not okay. he remembers the first time he shot someone. and that had been someone they were actively trying to kill , because they were terrorists , in a foreign country. not some dude in an apartment in a very state-side city. either way , he's glad the loft is soundproof. otherwise , the police would have been here in seconds. with where he lives now... if only sixth grade huckleberry could see him now. a murder who doesn't flinch at destroying human life , making a comfy high six figures with all expenses paid... sixth grade huck would get mad at him for not shielding sawyer's face.

fingers move to cup her cheeks he leans his forehead against hers for a moment. he needs to get her out of here. he needs to get her somewhere safe...

[hellsurvivr]

@bnchee - npc starter call ( ft. aamon. the first knight of hell / paynes father )

                        ❝  Ah, Sawyer honey, give me a minute and i'll be right with you.  ❞ he grins before turning his back to his daughters lover. he had only asked her to join him in the office, an office his daughter normally occupied but she was busy. which gave him the perfect opportunity to get to know the other. and sure maybe question her a little. but he had too, he had a legacy to protect. quickly finishing with the other, he waves his hand to have his men take the now unconscious male from the room before turning back to sawyer.   ❝  apologies that you had to see that honey. but i couldn't well have him harming dancers now can i. after all poor emily is still in the hospital thanks to him. anyway, where's my manners. would you like a drink ??.  ❞

[driptape]

" yeah . . . i don't know what you're talking about . " it was a terrible lie . he remembered vividly when she told him about this event . he just didn't want to go . hoping the day came and went quickly . that she'd somehow forget about supporting her friend's album release .

[shadowbrn]

❝ how do you do it? ❞ a pause and a sigh, ❝ you know, stop caring about what other people think. ❞

@bnchee liked for a grey's anatomy starter

[metalfloridaman]

"I have a magical vibrating friend that gets me through hard times." - @bnchee

blinking slowly at sawyer's overshare, he wished that the rest of the band didn't leave him in the room alone with the ethereal end front woman. he shifted on the green room couch.

"uhhh . . . i kinda wished it was two seconds ago where i didn't know that." nathan replied, lifting the beer bottle in his hand. he took a very long swig. drinking the remainder of the liquid within its content, tossing the empty bottle in the corner of the room. the glass landing into the trash can.

having a opener was brutal enough, having to hear what sawyer does in her free time was gnarly. normally, he'd suggest to watch or even help. but, she was a different case. even with his heavy reluctance on having an opener, sawyer had grown on him or maybe nathan was getting lonely outside of the band. getting up off of the couch to go to the cooler to get another beer, he had lost count on which drink this was. what else were they supposed to do while they waited on transport out of the venue?

being drunk was always the best option in his opinion. smirking to himself, nathan grabbed a second beer.

"want a beer?" nathan offered, ripping the cap off with his hands. a talent he had acquired over the years. before she could grab it, he placed it on top of the tallest object in the room. which just so happened to be a stacked rehearsal amp.

giggling to himself, he opened his own beer. taking a sip in between laughing at his own joke.

"go...go get it."

[insatiablemuses]

@bnchee

Laying back on the bed, Kat stares up at the ceiling as she lets out a deep breath. The only light in the room was coming from some candles, making the atmosphere calm and alluring. This was the first time she had ever done shrooms and she was having a pretty good trip, all things considered. Black Sabbath was blasting through a speaker and she swore she could feel the vibrations from the music, her heart beating in time with the song. There's a content smile on her face and she turs her head to look over at Sawyer. She just studies her for a moment, taking in her features in the candlelight. "You're so pretty," she murmurs without thinking.

[hexsrealityarchived2]

Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Always Accepting!

☽◯☾┄─ ❝ I am the way... And you invited me to stay ❞

@bnchee || Ghost B.C.- Jigolo Har Megiddo

[be4tdown]

oh , he missed the comfort of his own home. THE COMFORT OF HIS OWN BED. it's the smaller things you take for granted while you're on the road [ ... ] ( yeah , yeah sure ) missing your family and friends for months on end and having to resort to phone conversations or video calls obviously sucked. but having a consistent sleeping situation was currently at the top of his list. SOME NIGHTS WERE COZY HOTEL MATTRESSES ; while most others were tucked away in his bunk on a bus that was shared with a group of dudes. the shit was not glamorous , and he'll laugh at any liar that says life on tour was one of comfort.

@bnchee: i left my bra and sneakers in your bunk.

❛❛ trust when i say i know you did. ❜❜ it's replied as if having to relive the war flashbacks from the night before —— TRYING TO SLEEP WHILE THE BUS TOOK SHARP TURNS AND SHOOK ITS POOR PASSENGERS INSIDE. all the while tossing and turning and feeling as though there was something beneath him [ ... ] and ultimately peeling a more than familiar undergarment out from under his pillow. ❛❛ i literally slept on your bra , chiquita. ❜❜ any notion that he was annoyed at the memory would quickly dissipate , however , suddenly melting away and making enough room for a mostly crooked smile. ❛❛ didn't see your shoes though. ❜❜