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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

#did i read this before posting it???? nope #this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain #also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week #drunk happy husbands only !!!!#🙅🏻‍♂️‼️#gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction

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halequeenjas · 3 years

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Glitz & Glam || Camille, Cutler, Dave, Erin, Evelyn, Jasmine, Leah, Nate, Nell, & Oz

TIMING: Tonight PARTIES: @carrionxcamille @clarkesconvenience @seizethecarpe @corpse--diem @thronesofshadows @halequeenjas @nate-santos @nelllraiser @curatedfaetes SUMMARY: Just some mostly harmless fun celebrating Jasmine’s birthday.

Birthdays had always been something Jasmine enjoyed, especially her own. As a self-proclaimed lover of being the center of attention, she couldn’t help but love Nell’s idea of being carried into her own party on a palanquin. The notorious Jack the stripper was one of the men carrying her into the jazz bar that was holding her New Orleans themed birthday party. Just by the looks of it, she could tell Nell, Leah, and Bea had really outdone themselves. There was a jazz band currently playing Run the World aka one of her favorite Beyonce songs. The mask decorating station was ago along with some beads. A whole table full of beignets was calling her, but it was the tiramisu cake that Nate made at the center of it all that really caught her attention. Jasmine soaked in some of the cheers as she was carried into the center of the room.

Nate had made sure to get to the venue early enough to set up the delicate tiramisu cake in all it’s glory. Originally, he’d wanted to do much more gold leafing, but other than on the decorative macarons, it just ended up covering the beautiful layers and that wouldn’t do. He stood back and admired his creation until Jasmine herself entered in true Jasmine fashion: carried in an ornate palanquin carried by muscled men to the sounds of Beyonce. He grinned, expecting nothing less of Jasmine Hale. He applauded along with a few others and hoped beyond hope that this would be just another ordinary party with ordinary people.

Nell was one of the many cheers to accolade Jasmine as the woman was carried in by assorted and muscular men, and she gave Jack a friendly wave as he too made his course across the floor. It was hard to forget the time he’d been dressed as a sailor at Bea’s party, and then the time he was Bea’s plus one to Nell’s party. It seemed that their little gaggle of girls had decided to adopt Jack to some extent, and he was quickly becoming a permanent fixture at parties. “Yes, Jasmine!” she yelled along with the rest of the crowd, accidentally jostling the Mardi Gras mask she was wearing while cupping her hands around her mouth. Though...now that she thought of it...now was the perfect time to grab a handful of beignets while all eyes were focused on Jasmine, and she quickly made her way towards the pastry table. “Scuse me,” she offered to whoever got in her path as she worked her way toward the sweetness.

The last party Dave had been at, he hadn't been, strictly speaking, invited. He had, strictly speaking, almost drowned because he'd been trapped in a magically frozen lake. So. This could only be better. Although it felt mighty weird being invited to a party when the only time he'd really gotten to know Jasmine was by being attacked by Bloody Mary. Wasn't the neatest way of getting to know people. There were some faces he recognised, but as he waited for Jas to come in... Dave felt more than a little out of place in all this glamour. Doubly so when Jasmine (who he really only knew as an exorcist) came in on a goddamn palanquin. It was at this point that Dave concluded he would need a whole lot more beer.

Attending functions that were important to one’s friends was the right thing to do, and Evelyn also knew that she truly enjoyed Jasmine’s company, and the two of them hadn’t had too much time to spend together recently. What better way to remedy that than by attending her birthday party? Miriam had given her full approval of her outfit (which wasn’t truly something she needed, but she enjoyed having the approval of others, so it certainly didn’t hurt). Evelyn couldn’t help but grin at Jasmine’s entrance. A bit over-the-top, certainly, but charming and perfectly executed. Though she shouldn’t have expected anything less. She’d grabbed one of the beignets and was absent-mindedly picking at it, giving a small wave to Jasmine as she was carried in.

Once in the center of the room. Jasmine gracefully exited the palanquin as Jack offered her a hand. She smiled widely at the room filled with her various friends and acquaintances. As the song and cheers quieted, she called out, “Thank you so much to everyone for being here. I hope you have as much fun as I do. Please, help yourself to the open bar and assorted snacks available.” She made her way over to the bar to get herself a glass of champagne. It was, after all, a celebration. She dawned her lovely Mardi Gras green dress with gold accents with a lovely mask that included the use of crystals and gold flakes around the edges to give her an extra glamorous flair. She greeted her friends who were already at the bar and was ready for good old fashioned cheers.

From the moment she walked in, Erin had been pretty damn sure that she’d never been to a party quite as festive or extravagant as the one she’d stepped into. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense for someone like Jasmine, and hollered and cheered as loud as she could along with the group when she was literally carried into her party. Good for her, she thought, as she beelined for the mouth-watering treats that lined one of the tables. After making sure she had a glass of champagne, of course. “Excuse you,” she joked, gently nudging Nell away and snatched one of the desserts she was reaching for first.

So, Camille wasn’t going to say no to an excuse to let her hair down, especially now that she lived alone, even if she didn’t know all these people it was nice just to be out for a fun evening. The decor alone would’ve been enough to indicate that Jasmine intended to throw one hell of a party, and her over the top entrance confirmed it. She laughed and cheered along with others as she was carried in, and then realized that if she was going to be any sort of entertaining at this party a drink was probably a good idea. Thank god for an open bar. With a glass of wine in her hand Camille felt much better, and it wasn’t long before Jasmine appeared at the bar too. “Hey you!” She grinned, already feeling a bit excitable as she clinked their glasses together, “happy birthday! That was an interesting way to kick things off.”

Not one for giving speeches and drawing attention to herself, especially in the state she was currently in, Leah was happy to let Nell and the others pour accolades and love on Jasmine as she was carried into the party, grinning genuinely for the first time in a few days at the ridiculousness of it all. She looked down at her outfit, wondering if she’d managed to stop it from clashing with her new sling and cast and feeling unusually self conscious. She waved as Evelyn approached her, grabbing a beignet for herself and taking a bite. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a drink”, she said to Evelyn. “Can you drink…? With your… you know, allergies?”

Nell had already told Jasmine ‘Happy Birthday’ on multiple occasions, including when she’d shown up to help get the decorations in order— so she wasn’t all the intent on pushing through the mob to get to Jasmine at the moment. No doubt she’d make her way over there later, though. No. This was the time for powdered sugared pastries and...apparently Erin. Nell grinned up at the woman with little to no apologies, already stuffing one of the beignets into her mouth and swallowing before answering. But Erin was quick to snatch up the next one she’d had her eye on, “Hey! No, excuse you! That one’s mine- go get your own.” Nell wasn’t so proud so as not to swipe at the pastry Erin had stolen, doing her best to keep the mortician from actually eating it.

She gave another wave to Leah, grateful to recognize someone in this party besides Jasmine. Evelyn grinned. “Luckily, one can trust Jasmine to have excellent taste in alcohol, so I say absolutely.” She nodded at her friend’s next question. “I can. Well, most drinks. Can… you?” She remembered Leah mentioning issues with water, but wasn’t sure how that extended itself to other liquids. “Just perhaps not a margarita for me, but most other things work well.” She nodded. “Shall we?”

Nate shuffled himself a bit out of the way of the table to make room for anyone who wanted to grab a beignet or praline, mumbled out an ‘excuse me’ here and there. Nowadays he was far from the party animal he used to be, a man who once took up so much space at a gathering and dragged people out to the dance floor in droves. Now, he was hanging out by the food and trying to make himself as small as humanly possible, his fingers wrapped tightly around the glass of champagne he’d gotten when he came in.

Jasmine was more than happy to see Camille at the bar and was even happier that the woman had lived with Cece. New gal pals were always a win in her book and she was smiling ear to ear as she greeted her friend. “I’m so glad you made it,” she exclaimed, “And that dress looks amazing on you.” She laughed a bit at the comment on her entrance. What was a birthday without a grand entrance? Grand people deserved grand entrances. It was like the law… or something. “Thank you. I’ve always been of the go big or go home mentality. I’ll give credit where it’s due and note it was Nell’s idea. If you don’t know her, I’m sure you’ll meet her today. If anything she says sounds too crazy, she’s probably trolling you.”

Oz was not immune to a good party. More often than not, they invited chaos. Less often, they were decent opportunities to get information on targets, slip away into unguarded chambers for reconnaissance. He’d spent most of his week arguing with minor artists in the northeast, weighing their work against each other for a spot in the opening exhibition. It made him prickly and, worse, gave him little time to explore the town. Finally, he had time. Wandering through the cold streets, he drifted naturally towards the raucous music coming from Speakeasy, just in time to see a woman being carried in on a palanquin. Huh. Oz slipped in, searching for someone who’d actually been invited. There was a nervous-looking man standing by the food. Perfect. He plucked his own glass of champagne from another guest on the way over, and raised it to the man. “A toast to new friends.” Oz figured, if nothing else, he could have a bit of fun messing with this guy.

Leah nodded as well, happy to have a chance to explain a bit more to Evelyn. “I can, mostly everything. Just water is a no-go.” She thought about what Evenlyn said, nodding. No Margaritas, no salt. Evelyn had mentioned briefly that her skin reacted to salt, but this all but confirmed that the reactions were due to her supernatural status. That narrowed it down significantly. “We shall”, she grinned, popping the last bit of beignet into her mouth before they made their way over. She was determined to enjoy this night, injuries be damned. With the wall as her guide, she made her way over to the bar with Evelyn. “I do really need to treat you to lunch”, she said over her shoulder to the other woman. “It’s the least I can do after that… sizeable donation I received on Christmas. It’s too bad this is open bar, Evelyn, otherwise I’d insist on buying for you all night.”

Nate nearly jumped out of his skin when someone addressed him directly. He’d been perfectly fine standing like a wallflower, careful not to look at anyone too closely lest he see that they had horns or hooves or something equally as monstrous. He smiled at the man and raised his glass a bit, nodding in response to his cheers. “To new friends,” he managed before taking a long sip. Out of the corner of his eye, the newcomer seemed to ebb and flow out of his vision, but when he looked straight on, he was totally normal. Nate took a deep breath. Must be the champagne. “So uh...how do you know Jas?” Cutler was determined to show Jasmine that he had more than one formal outfit in his closet. He had two, to be precise - but she didn’t have to know that. He felt strangled and hot and was beginning to regret the skinny black tie, which hung short over a leafy tropical button up. His eyes were drawn away from the engrossing task of tugging and smoothing his tie by the eruption of cheers around him, followed by the entrance of Jasmine on the palanquin. The bottle of D'Autrefois Pinot Noir suddenly felt heavy at his side as it dawned on him that he was, once again, far out of his depth. She looked extravagant and expensive, as did the cake, the decorations, and everyone here. Probably-no,definitely-too busy to chat. His free hand was already gesturing abstractly in the air at the end of the bar as he thought, I’m not getting through this without a drink. A couple rubbing elbows away, he recognized Erin tussling over a beignet and made a mental note to find her if he needed a reason not to talk to the person he came here to see. Near him, someone mumbled a quiet excuse me and he straightened against the bar to make room for the passerby. “You’re good, man.” He nodded, giving a small smile of acknowledgement. Someone behind him was toasting, and he raised his glass in a pavlovian, robotic response. “New friends.” He echoed, swallowing his drink with professional flourish.

“That is good to know.” Evelyn nodded. “Yes, I just find that avoiding things like that is better.” Even if she still wasn’t entirely sure how she would react to salted items, it was easier to explain things that was versus explaining that she just couldn’t walk over salt lines. But that was something to discuss when it was just the two of them, and when they weren’t celebrating a dear friend’s birthday. “We will make a plan of it,” she offered Leah a gentle smile. “Besides, that donation was more than earned and was far less than you deserve. If it makes you feel better, you can order for me, how does that sound? Red wine is always a plus in my book.”

“You snooze you lose, kid--hey!” Erin laughed as Nell pawed at the macaron on it’s way to her mouth. She put her arm up, blocking off the shorter woman with just enough time to pop the treat into her mouth. “Get away, there’s like a hundred more!” She said, pointing to the table with a full mouth. She washed it down with the last sip of the champagne in her glass and grabbed a few more treats. There were more than a few familiar faces but she could see the woman of the hour from here. Grabbing a few treats in a napkin for the short walk, she headed towards the bar. “Happy Birthday, lady!” She greeted. “I’m pretty sure that was the most fabulous entrance I’ve ever seen in my life. Which, you know. Makes absolute sense considering…” she didn’t need to finish her sentence, just gestured towards Jasmine with a big grin.

“I can’t remember the last time I went to a party, which meant I had to come.” Camille smiled and sipped her wine, brushing a hand down the front of her dress. It was vaguely on theme- apparently purple was a mardi gras colour- which was good enough considering the small wardrobe she had to work with. “Thanks. Though I don’t look as good as you, obviously.” Her eyes strayed over to the food table, and the woman mentioned. “Oh, I think we’ve met.” Camille looked in thought for a moment, as if trying to remember her. Like she could forget. “Yeah… At a coffee shop. Just briefly, we nearly mixed up our orders.” She laughed, “she seemed nice. I’m sure she won’t say anything crazy- is that a habit of hers?”

Someone else had echoed Oz’s toast behind him, and Oz shifted his body just so, inviting the person into the conversation without explicitly acknowledging them. The wider a circle could get, the more it’d look like Oz belonged here. Oz grinned, all teeth. “I don’t, actually.” The man seemed to be avoiding his gaze. Oz was hot, but he’d never pushed a man (or otherwise, for that matter) from averting his eyes from his good looks. Did he know this man, somehow? Faces swam in his memory, but none matched with the person in front of him. He filed that information away, searching for a quick half-truth. “I’ve been looking for someone who does know her, but I’ve only found you.” Oz winked, taking a quick swig of his champagne. He shrugged, amicably. “It’s not a party if you’re not meeting new people, I say.” He tossed a quick grin to the man who’d joined in on the faux-toast. “Speaking of…” He held out his hand to the newcomer, another shark-wide grin. “Osric.” A wink over his shoulder to the shy man. “But you can both call me Oz, if you like.”

“You said it, not me,” Jasmine said with a small laugh to indicate she was in fact joking. It was one thing to call herself beautiful and another entirely to claim she was the most gorgeous person in the room… no matter how true it was. When Camille said she had already met Nell, Jasmine would have bet actual money that it was because Nell had trolled her on the internet. As it turned out, that wasn’t the case. “Oh, good! I’m glad to hear that. And let’s just say she has a penchant for messing with people. It can be highly amusing depending on who you are.” When Erin walked up to join them for a drink, she gave a welcoming wave and smile. “Erin, hey! Have you met my friend Camille?” She gestured to the lovely woman in purple standing beside her. “Thanks, it was Nell’s idea, but I think I pulled it off fabulously. Well, me and the attractive muscled men.”

Nell didn’t leave her crusade of taking back the pastry unfinished until Erin had finally and wholly eaten it, determined to make Erin regret taking the macaron that Nell had been eyeing at least a little bit. But as the other woman drifted towards Jasmine, Nell followed suit- but not before stacking an impressively sized tower of pastries into her tiny gremlin hands. “Happy Birthday!” Nell yelled at Jasmine for what was probably the third or fourth time that day. She’d only just caught the tail end of Jasmine’s conversation while walking up, and cocked her head to the side while catching her name. “Of course you pulled it off fabulously. The muscled men were just accessories, and we know it. You were the crown jewel.” With that she ate another of the many pastries in her hands whole.

Leaning against the bar for support, Leah’s eyes widened at Evelyn. “Please”, she chided, “That was more than enough. I don’t think we’ve ever had this much surplus in our budget before… it’s... incredible.” She thought on it, nodding. Evelyn’s idea would have to do, at least for now. The bartenders, for their part, worked quickly, and she handed Evelyn a glass of Pinot Noir, grining. “In honor of the birthday girl, …her favorite”, she said sipping on her own glass. “How do you know Jas?”, she wondered, watching Jasmine in her element. It was a relief that this party was going over so well. Jasmine, above almost everyone, deserved such an extravagant celebration.

She eyed Leah, a bit of a concerned look crossing her face. But whatever had happened to her, Evelyn wasn’t going to force her to say anything. She didn’t think that Leah was quite as private as she was, but she also didn’t want to pry too much. “Well, you and the library deserve it. So it was my pleasure. She took the glass from Leah, “and an excellent favorite it is, if I do say so myself.” She took a small sip before answering - first glancing over to where Jasmine was standing, before focusing back on Leah. “When I first moved here - well, it will be five years come April - she sold me my house. We got along quite well and I suppose just sort of naturally clicked. How about yourself?” She asked, tapping her fingers against the wine glass. Cutler hummed reciprocally, only half listening to the toaster in front of him. Behind his flowery words, he had a magnetic quality about him. He was attractive, sure, but this wasn’t something so tangible. Whatever was causing the third in their circle to avert his gaze was the same thing that held Cutler’s attention even as champagne bottles popped behind the bar and little pieces of gold confetti itched at his beard. “Oz.” He repeated, pumping their hand shake with a relaxed grip. “Cutler.” He took another sip of his drink and looked between the two men before deciding to weigh in on their conversation. “So, Oz. You don’t know Jasmine? Are you party crashing?” The last drops of his whisky crashed against the side of his glass as he set it on the bar and gestured for one more. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna rat you out. Friend.” He winked, imitating Oz’s earlier action.

Erin turned to the other woman with a bright smile. “I haven’t! Nice to meet you. I’m Erin,” she said before putting down her empty glass and plucking up a fresh flute. She felt only a little out of her element at the moment, surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the theme of the party, but it wasn’t a bad feeling at all. Jasmine’s excitement was downright infectious. “Oh, beautiful accessories. Good call,” she agreed. Glancing between Nell and Jasmine, she subtly pointed to one of those muscled men who’d carried her in. “Wait, isn’t that the same guy from your party, Nell?”

Nate stepped to the side again, widening his circle out of muscle memory. Luckily the new guy seemed totally normal too. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to try and ignore the watery edges of the man who didn’t seem to know Jas at all. Not that he could blame the guy if he was crashing, this was probably going to be the event of the season. Not to mention Nate hadn’t always been invited to every party he’d been to. He smiled a bit more easily, though the guy - Oz - had something about his smile that made him feel like prey. “Nate,” he introduced himself to the two men before taking another long sip. “Definitely not a Hale party without new friends, that’s for sure.”

Camille returned the smile and sipped her drink, “It’s nice to meet you too, Erin.” She nudged Jasmine gently in the side, “we shouldn’t inflate her ego too much.” She teased, “I dread to think what mode of transportation she’ll manage to find next year when her birthday rolls around again.” Camille gave Nell what she hoped was a warm enough smile, despite the nerves that disturbed her at seeing the other woman again. This was a party, surely she wouldn’t say anything out of turn. Though Erin’s question served to distract her from that fear, “How have I never seen this guy before? He is like… The intimidating kind of hot.” She spoke in a hushed tone, so to not be overheard by said man.

“You’re too sweet”, Leah said with a shy grin, sipping more wine. It was going down easier than she expected, and that was saying something. She was determined to find a way to pay the woman back- along with Mercy and Arthur, too, one way or another. Her eyebrows raised in realization at Evelyn’s anecdote, and she nodded. “She meets so many people that way, it’s incredible. She sold me my house as well, but well… we met years before that. We’ve been best friends since we were kids”, she explained, smiling nostalgically. “Despite White Crest’s antics we’ve managed to stick together with another friend of ours for forever. It’d feel strange not to be in her life now, honestly.”

Another wide grin was on her face as Nell approached. Jasmine was grateful for how she pulled this whole shindig off. “Thank you, Nellie. And thank you for planning this perfect party. I don’t know how any of my future birthdays could ever top this.” She gestured around at the decor and crowd. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it. She laughed as Erin and Nell spoke and agreed, “My favorite kind of accessory. Think one of them knows how to cook and is down for being a trophy husband?” Jasmine looked over at who Erin was gesturing to. “Oh, Jack? He was at both Bea’s and Nell’s birthday parties. He’s pretty much a birthday staple at this point. A very, very hot birthday staple.” At the mention of her next mode of transportation, Jasmine giggled and took another sip of champagne. “I’m sure we’ll think of something to top this entrance for next year.” She gave Nell a playful nudge as she spoke. Maybe a magic carpet or like a Britney Spears “Baby One More Time” tour style of flying over the crowd. There was an amused grin on her face as Camille spoke of Jack. “Oh, he’s definitely super hot, but don’t let it be intimidating. He’s a nice guy. Plus, you’re also really hot. And a delight!”

“Oh yeah, that’s Jack!” Nell said brightly, giving another wave in the stripper’s direction. She was pretty sure Bea had brought him over for dinner sometimes at this point. “I think he’s Bea’s friend now.” Or maybe she was wrong. It was hard to keep track of things when she was under constant demon cult barrage. Nell’s gaze lingered a little too long on Camille, still having far too many questions when it came to the woman’s necromancy origins. Unfortunately, now wasn’t the place to ask them. “Oh, Jack’s not intimidating, really. He’s actually very sweet.” Sending Jasmine another grin, she rearranged her pile of pastries to make sure none of them fell. “I’m just glad I could help. You know I love makin’ parties. And I’m sure we’ll think of something for next year.”

Oz feigned a grimace at Cutler’s words, the back of his mind sparking with intent. It was always useful to start lacing webs of promises early, especially ones that had been lined up so neatly for him. “Ah, thanks friends.” Little too thick? Eh. “Promise you two will cover for me if things ever go south?” He shrugged amicably. “I’m new in town, and I’d like to avoid making enemies. For now.” Oz huffed out an awkward, fake laugh.

“Hardly - or, perhaps, selectively,” Evelyn sighed for a moment, though she kept a small smile on her face. Perhaps she was, if so many people kept insisting upon it. “I do suppose that a job like hers lends itself to that. She does manage it expertly, from what I can tell.” She was grateful to have met someone like Jasmine back then - in part because she didn’t judge Evelyn for being relatively young and able to pay for the house in full right to start, but also for the genuine feeling that their conversations had held, even from the beginning. Even though, as far as she knew, Jasmine was human. “She did? Well, she certainly has a way about the town, so that makes sense.” Her expression softened, and for a moment she glanced down at the floor. What was it like to have a friend since childhood? “That’s great! I’ve heard that can happen, if you have a friend for long enough. Becomes weird to imagine your life without them. I’m glad you two have one another,” she replied genuinely. Grabbing her phone for one moment, she took a photograph of her wine glass, sending a text to Miriam quickly before focusing back on her friend. “A friend could not make it, and so I told her I’d keep her updated on what is going on.” She provided as an explanation. “Does Jasmine try to throw parties like this for you, too? Or did she ever, in all your years of knowing one another?”

Nate nodded, absently picking up a few beignets to occupy his hands and mouth. It had been so long since he’d been to a party or around a bunch of guys that he’d nearly forgotten how to hold a conversation. His heart was hammering but he tried not to show it, instead focusing on what he could control. “Oh yeah, of course.” He glanced around the room full of laughter and drinking and dancing, wondering how anything could go south. “I’ll help you out in any way I can, enemies here are...well they’re not great to have.”

Cutler wasn’t sure if it was the drink or the infectious nature of the other man’s grin, but he felt compelled to agree. “Sure, I’ll cover for you. I don’t think you have much to worry about, though. Seems like an open-invite deal. Don’t see them cracking down on party crashers. Talk about a mood ruiner.” His eyes went from the beignets back up to the third man’s mouth, now stuffed. “Enemies?” Something at the back of his mind began to pulse nervously. All this talk of enemies and trouble, perhaps. “You guys make a lot of enemies? You’d level with me if you were planning something, right?”

Leah smiled softly at Evelyn’s explanation, reminding her of their previous conversation about emojis. “Some people like taking pictures of their food and drinks just for fun. As some sort of documentation, I suppose.” She shook her head at Evelyn’s question, taking another gulp of wine. “I think Jasmine and Bea- that’s our other friend-, I think they know I’d just about die if they subjected me to something like this. Too much attention, I think...I wouldn’t enjoy it at all. I prefer a quiet dinner with close friends, usually. Did you ever have big extravagant birthday parties?” She imagined she must have, coming from the childhood she did. Though she did remember her mentioning that she didn’t have any siblings, or many friends growing up since she never went to school. Leah hoped her question wasn’t insensitive.

Dave breathed in deeply as he took in the scenery, feeling distinctly out of place in his only mildly frayed shirt and cargo shorts, but that was what Jasmine had signed up for. As he inhaled, he caught the scent of a brackish pond, like someone had just been fishing and had fallen in or something. It was deeply familiar. He turned his attention over to a trio of men, where the smell was coming from, walking over. "Evenin' folks. Mind if I join? Don't know too many folks at this party." And most of them were young.

“A hot air balloon?” Camille chimed in with her idea, giggling as she took another sip from her glass. She turned her gaze back to Nell, “this is a really impressive party, by the way. Like, wow.” A compliment couldn’t hurt in making sure her secrets were kept for now, right? Plus it was true. Cam had organized a few parties for co-workers before but this was beyond anything she’d ever done. “Oh.” She waved a hand dismissively, “a delight I may be, but I can’t compete with abs like that. Not that- it’s still too soon for me to be thinking about guys and what have you, probably.” She thought of Carrington for a moment and tried not to blush, hiding her face with another gulp from her wine glass. “How do you two know Jasmine, then?” She asked, trying to steer the topic another way.

Nate’s eyes went wide. “Planning something? Here? Ohhh absolutely not,” he laughed, eyeing Jasmine. The idea of ruining her lavish party with some sort of prank or scheme was far beyond Nate, even in his prankster years. “Talk about making an enemy.” He tossed another beignet into his mouth. “No, more like...you peeve someone off and they leave strang packages on your doorstep for a month. Or blast music at all hours of the night. Or suddenly your car goes missing. Nothing super doom and gloom.” At least that’s what Nate had experienced, not that he ever made many enemies. He turned to the new addition and smiled, the expression freezing on his face when the man spoke. Needle sharp teeth extended from his gums where normal human teeth should have been. His words were friendly enough, but altogether ruined by the fact that he looked like Jaws had a baby with a person. “Y-yeah! The more the merrier!”

Oz masked a smile at the newcomer’s appearance, happy to be able to avoid any probing questions from Cutler’s direction. A tingle of power echoed the men’s words in the back of his head. “Absolutely! We were just having a conversation about how I didn’t know anybody at this party. My invite…” He let the sentence trail off. Whatever they’d construct was fine, especially given the promises. Nate, however, looked less than pleased at their new arrival. “The more the merrier,” he echoed. What was going on here…?

“I am trying to attempt to be some variation of with the times, I suppose.” Not that Evelyn figured Leah would mind too much - or at all - if she were not, but some part of her still found herself feeling a bit too out of touch at times. “I sort of had gathered as much. Quiet dinner, or a time spent with films or books, seems far more up your alley.” The name Bea sounded vaguely familiar to her, but she’d have to focus on that more later. “Oh, I have been part of many extravagant parties, birthdays absolutely included in that. My father threw me a party with about two thousand people… somehow… for my fourteenth birthday. I think he just wanted to show me off. I do not know where he found that many people and I spent most of my time to the side. I had other large parties, but that was the biggest. Since coming here, I have found that I sometimes prefer things more lowkey, I’d rather spend time with a few people I care about than many people I,” find boring, too human, and do not care for, “do not know. So I suppose things can change. I have nothing against attention, but I think finally having friends,” she shrugged, “gives a new perspective. I am glad Jasmine gets all this attention though, she deserves it.”

“Maybe getting carried out could just be your thing each year, you know? Just add a new spin to it. But always, always include the muscle men. I think that part goes without saying but I needed to emphasize it.” Erin glanced over at Nell’s pile of treats and snagged another one from her. Her grin brightened when she noticed Cutler across the way, and after wishing Jasmine another happy birthday, she excused herself and made her way over to the circle of guys loitering by the desserts. “Hey! I didn’t know you knew Jasmine,” she said upon approaching. “Looking snazzy, though. It’s good to see you!” Cutler glanced toward the newcomer, not expecting to have to cover for his new acquaintance quite so soon. He made another noncommittal grunt of agreement and nodded a chin toward him. “Not true, Oz. You know me.” He smiled, the half-truth only a little sour on his tongue. The predatory look on his accomplice’s face didn’t alleviate any of the discomfort that was beginning to turn his stomach. “Of course we don’t mind-” He was cut off by the appearance of Erin at his side, a welcome distraction. “Hey! You clean up nice yourself.” He lifted the wine bottle in his hand woefully and leaned in a little closer to be heard. “Only a little. I was going to give her this, but I..” He turned his head to see her, doting upon her loyal attendees. “...I think she’s busy.”

“I think you’re doing great, Evelyn. Blending right in!”. Leah smiled at Evelyn’s correct assumptions about her, finishing up her last few sips of wine. “You’ve already read me like a book, it seems”, she mused. She listened carefully as her friend told her another extravagant story about her childhood, this one just as interesting as the last she’d heard. “That sounds… incredible,... but perhaps a bit uncomfortable?” It seemed by the way she was describing it that Evelyn felt more like a trophy piece to her father than his daughter. “I’m glad, at least, that you’ve been able to establish more of your own rhythm in life. That’s perhaps the hardest part of coming into adulthood and separating from the people who raised you.” She thought for a moment, waiting a beat before speaking again. “But hey- m

“Hot air balloon sounds fun, but Erin may be right. Having the muscled men is really part of the appeal,” Jasmine joked. Well, maybe it wasn’t so much a joke as it was said jokingly. Almost instantly she was shaking her head, “You can compete with his abs. Don’t undersell yourself, you’re a catch.” She would take none of her friends not believing they shouldn’t shoot their shot. “And hey, if he’s not into it, he’s not into it. That’s a different story entirely though. Ask guys out on dates whenever it feels right for you.” While she was single herself, Jasmine liked to think she had a wealth of wisdom to provide on the subject of dating. Rule number one was always no mimes. Don’t trust anyone on Tinder in this town was a close second. That was how you became someone’s dinner. Decidedly not the type of snack anyone wanted to be. “Anyway, I think it’s time for a toast.” She took that moment to welcome herself onto the stage where the band was playing and clink her glass. “Everyone, I purpose a toast. To another year of thriving and happiness with some of the greatest people in town.” She raised her glass to the crowd before finishing off the flute of champagne. It was now time for dancing and she had the feeling one of the muscled men who carried her in would make for a perfect dancing partner.

#wickedswriting #birthday love #glitz & glam #camille #cutler #dave #erin #evelyn #jasmine #leah #nate #nell #oz

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authenticcadence18 · 3 years

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30 Questions About Me

THANKS FOR THE TAG @bugaboo-n-bananoir ILY!!!!

(Nick)name: Cadence

gender: cis female

Star sign: Pisces

Height: uhhhhh I am not sure, it’s taller than 5ft at least

Time: night! (Well I wrote most of this last night, but now it’s the evening of the next day!)

Birthday: well I’m a Pisces, so my birthday is between Feb 19th and march 20th!

Fave band/group: Pentatonix! Or For King and Country. Or the piano guys, the vitamin string quartet, Voctave.....also Phineas and the Ferbtones👌

Fave solo artists: I really like Lauren Daigle, and Jackie Evancho used to be my FAVE. Aaand idk if this counts but Michael Giacchino! love his scores, especially the score for Inside Out. There’s also this guy called Clay Kramer on YouTube who makes KK Slider covers of popular music, his stuff gives me so much seratonin😅

Song Stuck in my Head: Well I’m listening to music rn and “I’m Me” from Phineas and Ferb is on so I’ll say that! (I’ll revisit this one when I finish the list and update it with whatever song i’m listening to/is stuck in my head then) (ok the music has since been turned off and now I have “Status Quo” from High School Musical stuck in my head so! There ya go!) (now it is the next day, and I’ve got “when the party’s over” stuck in my head...i think these three songs are an accurate reflection of my taste in music🤣)

Last Movie: uhhhhh oh yeah, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice! It was SO GREAT because Jay Baruchel plays the main character (and the main character is super awkward), so I felt like I was watching Hiccup from the How To Train Your Dragon franchise learn magic and it was GLORIOUS. And also Nicholas Cage is great. And I liked the love interest in the movie as well!! She had a role to play in the story and felt authentic and genuine, which I appreciated!

Last Show: ok well the last show I watched by myself was Phineas and Ferb! Specifically, the episode with the Mardi Gras block party and then the one where Candace and Stacy compete in an obstacle course against Isabella and Ginger (omg wAIT ginger and Stacy are sisters and Isabella and Candace are GOING to be sisters mY HEART I—AH🥺). I hadn’t watched those episodes in forever, so they were really fun to revisit! I think the last actual show I watched was Kids Baking Championship or something, lol. (Those kids are AMAZING. So skilled!)

When i created this blog: November 2019! It was riiiight after the season 3 finale of miraculous aired and absolutely wrecked my emotions. I had some fanfic written that I’d never posted and had been thinking about making a tumblr/ao3 for awhile, and seeing the finale made me finally go, “.....you know what, yeah. The finale is aired, no more spoilers.....it’s time to make a blog.” So I did! And I posted my first fic! And I’m so happy i did :)

What Do I Post: a bunch of multi fandom stuff XD. This blog started off as 90% Miraculous, 10% other fandoms I like...but now it’s just kind of a hodgepoge of my favorite fandoms (with a focus on Phineas and Ferb, lol). I reblog a lot of posts, and then I post original stuff too! I write fanfic, nowadays for Phineas and Ferb but for Miraculous in the past (and probably in the future!), I draw art (mostly Phinabella art because I’ve been drawing them since i was 11 and it feels good to return to my roots), and OCCASIONALLY I will write an analysis post (I’ve got one in the works rn actually 👀), attempt to make a meme, or dip my toe into salt just SLIGHTLY before quickly backing away, lol. If I were to list the fandoms I post about in the order of how frequently I post about them, I’d probably say: Phineas and Ferb, Miraculous....and thennnnn everything else is pretty random and depends on the day, lol.

Last thing i googled: Jay Baruchel 😂. Couldn’t remember how to spell his last name!

Other blogs: this is my only blog! Sometimes I think about making a separate blog for my art and writing, but I am not sure if I should or not....maybe I will someday, but idk. I also have an AO3 for fanfic and an Instagram for art! All are under the name “authenticcadence18.”

Do I get asks: sometimes, yeah!! Sometimes I reblog ask games/prompts and get some asks for those (I’ve got so many prompts in my inbox I want to write/draw things for...ah it’s fine, I’ll get to it eventually😅), and sometimes lovely people will leave thoughts or nice messages in my inbox🥺💕. I’ve got a specific tag for all those nice messages so I can read back over them whenever I need a boost!

Why this url: it’s a music pun! When a song/section of a piece of music ends with a dominant chord resolving to a tonic chord (if you’ve read a certain fic of mine you should know allll about dominant and tonic chords👀🤣), it’s called an authentic cadence! There are different kinds of cadences, and authentic ones are my favorite. One example of this is “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” I also use this blog to be my authentic, fandom-loving self! So I like authentic cadences, and also, I’m Cadence and using this blog to be authentic! Woo! (And 18 is just my favorite number, lol) I’m glad I ended up choosing a name that doesn’t tie to a specific fandom becaaaaaause this ended up being a multi fandom blog!

Following: 232!!

Followers: 292!!! (THANKS SO MUCH Y’ALL ILY 💕)

Average amount of sleep: wellllll for the past week and a half I was sick so I was probably getting 9ish hours a night (because I would sleep in really late, lol). but NOW? In my immediate future? I suspect my average amount of sleep is going to go down because I’m really bad about staying up late even when I have to get up early😅. Hoping to be good about getting at least 7ish hours a night!

Lucky number: 18! But y’all probably already guessed that, lol.

Instruments: my voice, piano, ukulele, viola (but it’s been a HOT minute), aaaand i used to be able to play guitar but then I got a ukulele and forgot all the guitar chords. (I also dabble in songwriting! I primarily use voice and piano when writing music.)

What I’m wearing: my favorite sweatshirt (that was last night, rn I have on a tanktop), some leggings, and socks!

Dream job: I’m currently learning to be a teacher, and I LOVE teaching and working with kids so that is definitely a job I’m really excited about!!! I would also love to portray characters at Disney or something (well, maybe not at Disney because I hear they’re strict, but like....I want to be Rapunzel or Anna or something, that would be so fun). OR, I would LOVE to work in tv animation somehow, be it voice acting, writing scripts/music, and/or story boarding. basically if I could do what Dan and Swampy did for Phineas and Ferb/Milo Murphy’s Law, I would LOVE THAT. (Especially the writing music part. Getting to write music for established characters and get PAID for it would be SO COOL.!.!.!) Also I think it would be so fun to write Disney storybooks! Like, those books that are about Cinderella baking a cake or Ariel befriending a seahorse, stuff like that. Those brought me a ton of joy as a child!

Dream trip: I want to visit alllll the Disney parks someday😅. (Not right now because, ya know, Covid...but someday!)

Fave food: uhhh i really like pizza. And popcorn. Also hummus and guacamole!

nationality: American

Fave songs: “Times” by Tenth Avenue North; “Can’t Help Falling in Love” (I made an entire playlist of just this song when I first started writing my fic of the same name, so I like the original and a ton of covers of it!), “Show Yourself” from Frozen II, “What Might Have Been” from Phineas and Ferb (and lots of other songs from that show, i made a whole post about that once but I can’t find it, oof); “Rescue” by Lauren Daigle; “Thank You” by Pentatonix; “I See the Light” from Tangled; “Your Hands” by JJ Heller; “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran.....i like a loooot of songs so this is just the tip of the iceberg, but I think that’s good for now, LOL! (As soon as I post this I’m going to remember another song I love, lol)

last book: I got the book Unbirthday for Christmas! It’s basically Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, but if she’d never gone to wonderland and things went horribly wrong there. (I think, I’m not that far into it yet, lol)

Top 3 fictional universes I’d love to live in: 1. DANVILLE, PLS. Especially as a kid, I SO would’ve loved to hang out with Isabella and Phineas and the rest of the gang! Danville is so vibrant and unique and people are always randomly breaking into song there, that’s my kind of place! 2. Fairytopia (from the Barbie movies!) because I could be a fairy OR a mermaid OR BOTH and eat seeweed to breathe underwater even if I wasn’t a mermaid. Like, that’s the dream right there. (I’ve always loved mermaids and fairies, lol!) 3. Maybe San Fransokyo from Big Hero 6? All of the technology in that universe is really cool! And I would love to eat a noodle burger, lol .

Oh! That’s the last one! Wow! This was so FUN!!!!!!! Thanks again for the tag, Maddy!!!! :)

I’ll taaaag @sketchy-panda @macaronsforchat @simplynewyorkbound @inkjackets and anyone else who’d like to do this! (And pls don’t feel pressured to play at all, or answer all of the questions! I was definitely vague with a few of my answers, lol)

#long post #cadence rambles #tag game #this was so funnnnn!#i also got your other tag maddy🥺#going to get to that post soon!

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Bound by Destiny II, part 1 ― Chapter 9: The Matriarch

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

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⥼ Bound by Destiny II, part 1 ⥽

While struggling with nightmares of lives she’s never lived, a shadow from the past looming over her city, and the proposed idea that her life may just be a little bit too weird to handle alone, Nadya makes sure to tell herself that everything is perfect just the way it is. If only. When the self-proclaimed King of Vampires (and Maker of her sometimes-girlfriend and always-boss, can’t forget that little tidbit) Gaius Augustine returns intent on claiming Manhattan as the throne that was promised, she and her friends find themselves forced into the task of saving the world. But with millennia-old vampires and an Order of hunters on their heels as well as allies hiding catastrophic secrets at their backs… it won’t be an easy task. Too bad destiny didn’t exactly ask for her input.

Bound by Destiny II and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].

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⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

Cadence reveals the last person to hold the Amulet of Nero was Isadora de la Rosa; unfettered mafia boss and matriarch of the New Orleans vampires. And she isn't happy about a couple of out-of-towners wandering around her territory without permission.

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Some might say Lily enjoys it a little too much.

Before they even step foot in Flechette they have to stop no less than five times to get her to calm down.

“Calm down — calm down?” The last time Nadya saw her like this was after Maricruz’s birthday, and no matter what Jax said she’s still not unconvinced a couple of the Shadow Den’s donors weren’t on something; if you catch her meaning.

“How could I possibly be calm at a time like this? Don’t you realize what’s happening Nadi’? We’re living a real life True Blood fantasy right now.”

“Yeah, see — don’t even think about mentioning that once we’re inside, please?” Cadence tugs at the collar of his shirt uncomfortably. “They know every reference, no matter how obscure. There are no strikes in a place like this; if you bring pop culture into their world they will kick us out — and that’s only if Izzy’s feeling generous.”

“Why do they care?” asks Nadya.

“For the misconception of it all. Flechette may be a cover, and Izzy is certainly no dominatrix. But most of their money these days comes from loyal customers and members. The de la Rosa dynasty is accustomed to a certain amount of wealth and status. Risk that… and it isn’t uncommon for you to go ‘missing.’”

Adrian’s surprise is quickly clouded by narrowed eyes and a stern frown. “That’s against your Accords, though, surely.”

“In the same way unauthorized Turning is against the rules of your Clans.”

That sobers Lily up pretty quickly. She and Nadya exchange glances; both trying to hide their worry from the other. But Lily pulls her a little bit closer by their linked arms and Nadya doesn’t exactly stop her.

Admittedly Nadya would feel a lot better if Katherine had joined them for this, too. But only claimed humans were exempt from what Cadence describes as a pretty lax ‘feeding policy’ beyond the club’s front doors. “And no,” the huntress hadn’t even given Nadya the breath to ask, “that’s not a thing Cade and I have done. I like my freedom a little too much for that.”

He looks her up and down warily; eyes lingering on her very healthy and very not-bitten neck. “You are claimed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t feel a —”

“I said yes, Cadence,” she lifts her bracelet and lets the compass-esque charm of Clan Sayeed catch on the nearby neon lights. The hardest part is not letting it feel like a ball and chain weighing her down and reminding Nadya of her problems back home.

She’s got enough of those in front of her at the moment.

He acts as their local tour guide along the way; pointing out places and spaces every once in a while with a fun little factoid about the city’s histories; the ones both human and supernatural. It’s a good front — for most of their trip Nadya’s so interested in listening and imagining that she almost doesn’t notice what Cadence is really doing. It doesn’t hurt that the vampire sounds so sure of himself, too.

But then he’s halfway through a story about some stone troll (still yet to be seen, still yet to be believed) that tried to run for city Mayor and that’s neither distracting nor interesting. It’s just talking for the sake of talking.

“You’re rambling,” Nadya realizes — and realizes at the same time it was a much more astonishing revelation in her head than it is out loud, “like… nervous rambling.”

The blond scoffs. “What? If you weren’t interested all you had to do was —”

“Nope—I hear it too.” Lily’s eyes narrow, and beside her Adrian looks like he’s playing everything back on a mental tape recorder. “Trust me — I’ve lived with it long enough. That’s some Grade A tongue-twisting. Why’re you nervous?”

“I’m not… going to be able to convince you, am I?”

His blue eyes flicker to Adrian; some kind of Older Vampire Solidarity thing, but if Nadya and Lily are suspicious then Adrian sees no reason not to join in. Broad shoulders slump in his sweater and Cadence gestures for them to keep walking.

“I don’t hide that I have a history with the de la Rosas. When I first arrived in New Orleans the laws were far more lax and by all accounts Carlo let me off easy for coming onto his territory in secret.”

Lily’s eyebrows raise. “Even if you didn’t know what you did was wrong?” And Cadence nods.

“Even then. I served my dues and paid my debts. In his last days I would have even called him an acquaintance — which is saying quite a lot if you ever met him.”

“I did,” Adrian nods in agreement, “and that’s… high praise.”

“Isadora took over the Family affairs in the middle of the Mardi Gras crisis. We worked together then because we needed to — and because Izzy’s a cunning woman.” A strange look glazes Cadence’s eyes behind his lenses; something Nadya might almost call nostalgic. “She has an acute sense of smell for power; when it shifts, where it goes, and how to attain as much of it as she can. A short while after Kathy and I returned from New York she paid me a visit at my office.”

“Not for tea, I’m guessing?”

Of course not. “The overall purpose of it was a goodbye. All debts, no matter how small, were cleared. She made it clear she would have nothing more to do with me — and by extension, neither would the Family. The New Accords bind us legally and magically; through them I will always have a say in matters concerning the vampire community here. But beyond that…”

His words trail off into the night air but they don’t need to be heard for the visitors to understand them clearly. Beyond that, Cadence is risking a lot to bring them to Flechette; to Isadora.

It’s a knowledge that clearly makes Adrian uneasy. “Once we arrive, if you need to leave — it might be better that way.”

“Without me there’s nothing tying you to the city. The moment you step inside she’ll already know when you arrived. And the first thing she will want to know is why you didn’t declare yourselves until hours later. You may be spared, Adrian, for your title up North. But I don’t see Lily walking out without at least a decade of service to the Family dragging her down.”

Cadence pushes up his glasses with a resigned sigh. “This is the best way. But I know the risks. Don’t worry about me.”

His smile is strained and doesn’t last long — quickly he turns and resumes leading them on but this time in a stony and stifling silence.

Nadya feels a squeeze on her arm and finds Lily’s eyes completely devoid of their earlier delight. It’s a look she recognizes; one similar to the moments before their descent into the Council Chamber.

Just like then, she squeezes back. Their pinkies linked in a silent promise to one another; I’ll keep you safe.

They go down a block or two more before Flechette comes into view around the corner. Actually — it’s pretty hard to miss. It stands at the end of the street, borders the last of the buildings distinct to the French Quarter. This whole time Nadya’s been under the assumption that without Cadence guiding them they might not even know what to look for.

But now she’s pretty sure she could have found the place without her glasses.

There’s no ignoring the club bass pounding so loud it almost shakes the pavement. Like he reads her mind Cadence immediately explains in a lowered voice; “Fae wards seal the sound around the block. Works great for the music… and any other noises that might draw attention.” Thick black metal bars seal off the windows. Nadya and Lily exchange half-chuckles; reminded of the city.

Two men in suits stand on either side of the entrance. Nadya watches one with a clipboard in hand undo the hook of a velvet rope and allow a couple inside. She pretends the dark stains on their clothes illuminated by the neon lights are fake campy homemade blood. For her own sanity.

A large rose hums with electricity over the second floor windows. Below it; Flechette in large blocked capitals.

“What’s it mean in English?” Lily asks with a nudge to Adrian’s shoulder. Because of course he knows French. Nadya once watched him spend an entire work evening on a conference call with some biotech company in Lyon. He’s actually pretty good.

“It means dart, or arrow, something along those lines.” But the translation is nothing without the answer, so they all turn to the nerd.

He surprises them with a shrug. “Hell if I know. It’s always been the name of Carlo’s business. It was a photo house when I came to town; specializing in ones you definitely didn’t want to show your mates on the front lines. Catering after that, hired performers after the second war, and an escort service briefly when the dot-com boom hit nationwide. The club was actually Izzy’s idea after she came back up from Miami. A small group of our kind pitched in to own one together for an unlimited feeding source. It’s definitely been their most successful venture.”

“All of which had to do with sex; in one form or another.” Adrian states dryly.

“Sex sells, baby. Even sexy caterers.” Lily bumps her hip into his — he’s so taken aback that he nearly stumbles off the curb. Nadya doesn’t even try to hide her laughter.

The hairs on the back of Nadya’s neck stand up alert as they pass the queued line. Envious eyes drilling holes right through her; judging her and Lily and Adrian and Cadence, too. All of them like they’re on a shiny silver platter.

She makes the mistake of looking back when a scoff catches distant in her ear. The offender couldn’t be older than a college kid — obviously shirtless underneath his black leather jacket and for a moment she sees something glinting near his upper lip and it almost makes her stumble. But a quick look into his eyes and Nadya notices right away they’re the wrong shade of red. Too bright, too wide, too human.

He blinks and the colored contact shifts in place.

“Nadya, come on.” Adrian calls; and Lily tugs at her sleeve until the pair of them fast-walk passed the rest and through the sleek black door held open for them begrudgingly.

She looks into the doorman’s eyes, too. Those aren’t contacts.

“What happened back there?” Lily whispers at her side. Up ahead Cadence starts to lead them down a short hallway and in the dark humidity Nadya has to make a conscious effort to remind herself she’s not going to find the Baron at the end of this tunnel. “Did that kid say something to you?”

Nadya blinks back to reality. “What — no, no. He… he was wearing colored contacts.”

“So? I have every color of the rainbow back home. You’ve seen me in ‘em.”

“Yeah…” and Lily’s talking sense; they both know it — but the knowledge doesn’t shake the unease from her bones.

“What was it then?”

“He was doing it to look like one of them.” One of you. “Did you see his face, Lil’? He was so young.”

He makes Nadya think of who she was at that age. How little she knew about the world — not even counting the vampires, the Ferals; the scary truths hidden in the dark. She’s a good person — she surrounds herself with good people. But the Vegas of the world; the Lesters and the Priyas and anyone else who would even consider the awful act of Turning someone that young? They’re all too real.

When will I start to see those memories, Nadya wonders, how long until they tear me in two?

Lily’s steps falter; she hesitates. “Are you sure you can do this right now?”

It doesn’t matter whether she can or not. “It’s something I’ve gotta do anyway.” Luckily they follow Cadence and Adrian through a doorway covered by a velvet curtain shortly after; so she doesn’t have to keep talking about it.

From the outside it definitely didn’t look like Flechette could hold this many people. The building has several stories but only one floor — she has to crane her neck up high to see lights in iron-wrought fixtures all the way up top. Between the floor and ceiling various cages hang on heavy chains; scattered for space and each one with a dancing individual — a big one a little too high up for Nadya’s comfort sports three.

Servers in different states of undress — but all bearing the same thick black collar and silvery rose-engraved pendant — flit back and forth through other similarly curtained entrances with trays. Trays of drinks, one passes with three glass bowls of multicolored pills, and oh look that one has a fancy assortment of plugs… the use for which Nadya will very happily keep from her head.

Some members are dancing, others are grinding — all of them care about themselves, the person(s) they’re with, or the ones closest to them giving a show. She had expected to feel a lot of unusual things here but relief was not one of them. Not that she’s complaining.

But even though Nadya can’t tell by first glance who here is human and who is vampire; she knows for a fact the last time she was in a room with this many of them things were drastically different for her. She wasn’t a Bloodkeeper back then. Well — she was, but none of this was happening to her.

So it comes as no surprise when she locks eyes with someone—certainly a vampire—and feels something wet in her mouth that definitely isn’t there. Slick and succulent and all she has to do is bite — harder this time…

Nadya forces her eyes down and lets Lily weave her through the path Cadence carves for them. “Do you think this place is campy,” Lily calls over the music only growing louder the deeper in they go, “or do you think camp is based on places like this?!”

“I think we need to hurry up!”

“Spoilsport!”

Everything’s going just great until she’s yanked to a halt.

With one hand as a blinder Nadya shakily raises her eyes to see what’s happening.

Just up ahead Cadence and a short and balding man are locked in heated debate. The music mostly drowns them out but she catches an angry “bastard” and Cadence’s accented “demand you let us through” before it all dissolves back into noise.

“Adrian,” Lily hisses, and even that makes Nadya feel a little fuzzy, thoughts that aren’t hers starting to filter in through her best friend’s touch. Lily somehow keeping her grounded and making her feel less present at the same time, “we gotta get her somewhere — I don’t know, just somewhere not here.”

Somewhere not here sounds amazing. Yes please!

The sleek black shoes step out of Nadya’s sight — there’s a thud and the nearby laughter and conversation goes quiet. Which, of course, somehow makes Nadya’s situation feel worse.

Adrian holds the smaller man up by the front of his ruined suit; feet dangling a good foot from the ground and up in his face, words she can’t understand because she never mastered the art of lip-reading hissed between his fangs.

Cadence tries to push him back but Adrian snaps something that gets him to back off. He jerks his chin in Nadya’s direction and for a moment she holds his red-eyed gaze and doesn’t… quite recognize who she’s looking at.

And that has nothing to do with her pounding head. It has everything to do with Adrian — and Adrian alone.

Sweat beads on Nadya’s brow and stings in her eyes — she’s five solid seconds from passing out when the curtain Baldy is guarding gets pushed back and a woman dressed like she’s ready for a Victorian funeral stands as barrier. She observes each of them silently — or Nadya doesn’t see her lips move anyway — before her eyes fall on Cadence and grow hard.

Adrian drops the doorman and gestures for the two of them to come forward. It’d be a real freakin’ help if she could hear anything right now.

It helps that once they’re off the main club floor and the (surprisingly sound-muffling) curtains are closed behind them she finds immediate relief. She can hear again (and not the echoes of memories — all the better) but boy does her head hurt.

While Lily rubs the small of her back, one of the collared servers offers her a tray with a glass of water and three white pills.

“You have no reason to worry, they are for the headache; nothing more.”

The woman speaks out of sight which is ominous enough but Nadya really could care less. She’d do anything to stifle the pain, the memories; and practically launches the pills into her throat before chasing them down until the water glass is empty.

“Th—Thank you.”

“Of course,” Nadya hears the shifting sound of cloth on leather while she rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms, “I would have you collect yourself before we proceed.”

She goes to lean against Lily — where’s Lily?

“Wait, what do you mean pro—ceed…”

A larger and rougher hand than Lily’s comes down on Nadya’s shoulder. Strong enough to hold her back; keep her at bay. And when everything, including her full range of sight, finally comes back…

She really wishes it hadn’t. She’d like to take her thanks back too, while she’s at it.

Isadora de la Rosa sits as a blooming rose on an onyx canvas; dark waves of hair almost blending in except where the shine catches the light. The brightest part of her (and the room at large) is the crisp white of her pinstriped pantsuit. She watches Nadya with an unreadable deadpan and a cigarette between her long fingers. With all the black in the room the smoke can’t hide as it curls up into the air and dissipates.

Her desk, large and not unlike Adrian’s back at the office, is flanked by the Victorian funeral woman and another, much younger girl dressed similarly. She can’t be more than Nadya’s age. Maybe closer to the human boy back outside in line.

Nadya could do without the three large suited bodyguards holding three stakes to her three friends’ hearts though. If there was one thing she had to complain about, it would be that.

“You’re really leaning into the whole mafia vibe now, I see.” Cadence quips, and there’s a little quirk of his lips as the (much shorter) man behind him struggles to keep the blond held back with the stake right over his heart. It wavers and ends up more near his stomach.

He throws a look down behind him. “Looking well, Tony. Be a peach and push up my glasses for me?”

‘Tony’ hesitates — then slowly pushes them up from where they were perched dangerously on the tip of Cadence’s nose.

“Thank you.”

“Shut it.”

It’s not unlikely that the man restraining Nadya is a vampire too; but there’s no harm in trying to get herself free, right? She wiggles — the grip tightens so hard her knees almost buckle. “Ow ow owowow!”

“Get your hands off of her!” Adrian barks; and judging by the shadow that flickers over the dark, crow-like features of the vampire holding him, he’s giving her the best fight of everyone.

Lily immediately goes for some part to bite — Nadya’s got some serious respect for that. But not if it costs Lily her life—er… undeath.

And all the while Isadora de la Rosa just looks on. Not with amusement, not with malice; more bored than anything. The perpetual exhaustion with everything she must witness reminds Nadya, achingly, of Kamilah.

Cadence sighs. He’s the only one who hasn’t bothered with even the slightest escape attempt. “Adrian, stop.”

“Listen to him, Mister Raines,” Isadora finally says; but instead of looking at him she’s focused on snubbing her cigarette in an ash tray so black Nadya almost thinks it’s the desk, “you aren’t exactly giving the finest impression of your so-called revered Council of vampires. Compose yourself — and die with dignity.”

I’m sorry, do what with dignity?!

She raises two fingers as if to signal, but in a panic Nadya cries out before she can bring it down to act.

“Wait—please Miss de la Rosa, please don’t hurt him—them—anyone!”

It would have come off less whiny and beg-y if Nadya had some plan to distract Isadora, all of her vampire mafia guards, all the vampire mafia fetishists on the other side of the curtain, and get everyone out alive and intact. But she doesn’t — so the look the vampiress gives her — the one that screams ‘I had no respect for you to begin with but you’ve definitely lost some regardless’ — is justified.

Finally Isadora raises a single brow. “Well?”

“W-What?”

The younger of the women near her desk giggles under her shroud. The other shoots her a look — maybe? She definitely looks that way and it definitely shuts her up.

“I assumed you had more to your impassioned plea,” de la Rosa leans back in her chair, “but if that is not the case…”

Nadya opens her mouth but all that comes out is a long, deep, and extremely masculine groan. Oh thank god that wasn’t her.

“Why are you pulling this, Izzy?” Which is apparently not a nickname that’s public knowledge because oh dear god they are so going to die right now. “This is a stunt your father would pull.”

Isadora’s features flicker in obvious annoyance. “Did anyone ask you, Cadence?” She snaps. “Tony, cut out his tongue.”

“Tony don’t you dare.”

Tony probably would — if he could reach that high. “Didn’t I tell you to shut it?”

“Anthony.”

“Y-Yes ma’am!”

Calling it chaos would be a kind understatement. And Nadya can’t even tell if Cadence is doing anything on purpose; all of these little irritants that make one woman laugh and distract another and fluster Tony and make Isadora look ready to—

Nadya blinks and Adrian’s a blur — then he’s a blur with a stake that he hurls to the floor before taking his captor’s head in both hands. He doesn’t look like Adrian again and the sight of it has her more terrified than anything that’s happened so far.

“Let. them. go.” He grits in even measure. “Or I rip her head off.”

To her credit Isadora takes the threat coolly and in stride. “Will you now?”

“We came here willingly, Isadora. None of this hostility is necessary.”

“We shall have to agree to disagree on that.”

“Let them go and we can talk — like civilized people.”

Slowly she stands, does up the button at the bottom of her blazer and smooths down her skirt. More Wall Street than kinkfest. “What about this has given you the impression I want to talk about anything? You have power, Raines, I’ll give you that. So I forgave you for slighting me once. But you know what they say… Happens once, shame on me. Happens twice… ensure it doesn’t happen a third time.”

Lily squirms. “That’s… not a thing people say, like at all.”

“Lil’.”

“Well it’s not!”

But thankfully Isadora is too fixated on Adrian to have noticed.

“Examples have to be made,” she continues, “and what message would I be sending my Family if I were to let you wander my city unpunished?”

Adrian growls. “There were extenuating circumstances.”

“There are always extenuating circumstances with you.” But Isadora doesn’t meet Adrian’s eyes as she says it — Nadya catches her looking away from Cadence with a sigh. “I have a responsibility to keep me and mine safe.”

“We aren’t the threat.”

She answers with silence and pursed lips. The tension in the room shifts uncomfortably — and just like that Adrian seems to realize he’s the one holding a woman hostage. Conflict paints thick across his face as he takes in their options, the faces of the foreign vampires watching his every move.

Resigned, he lets the de la Rosa vampire go. Steps back with hands held up.

Nadya lets out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. It sends her into a coughing fit and draws his attention — distracts Adrian just enough for the older of the veiled women to come up at his side with a new stake sharp at his ribs.

But it’s with an unparalleled relief that she sees her Adrian again in his concern.

“Nadya, are you okay?”

She nods and swallows air like it’s in short supply. “Fine and dandy. Are you?”

He doesn’t answer.

Only now they’re back in the same predicament and this time without any element of surprise. And she does not want to die in a fetish club in New Orleans…

At least not without telling Kamilah how sorry she is.

The dark rug muffles the tap-tap of the Southern vampire’s heels as she approaches Adrian; closes the space between them. “If you’re going to threaten anyone, Raines, next time it had better be me.”

“Noted.”

She clenches a fist at her side but has the willpower not to raise it. “Why are you back in my territory anyway?”

Behind her, Cadence swallows audibly. Before Adrian can even open his mouth she’s turned her back on him. Knows now he’s not the one she should be questioning.

The pained frustration of decision furrows Isadora’s dark brow. “You idiot… can’t you see, Cadence, that this is exactly what I meant when I said I wanted you far away from us? You invite trouble — worse than that, you are oblivious to the fact.”

His broad shoulders slump. “You’re the one who brought out the stakes.”

“I gave you what you wanted. Why do you insist on complicating my life? Why could you not take your lead and leave the Quarter?”

He recoils, affronted. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “What? I — this is my home just as much as it is yours.”

“I think we both know that not to be the case.”

“Izz—”

“No, not you,” she presses a finger to his lips; Cadence falls silent, “someone else… you.”

Nadya’s nerve drops out of her stomach when Isadora decides to round on her. Nadya does not handle herself well in front of powerful women in business attire, and if her current track record is anything to go by she’s not exactly going to be their saving grace here.

“Me?”

“You, yes. What was your name again?”

She feels like she’s eaten fancy cheese; but she endures. “Nadya, I’m Nadya.”

“And why do you keep such unusual company, Nadya?”

Well that’s not what she was expecting. “How do you know it’s not the other way around?”

“Because you don’t look like a pet human. At least not like the ones out there.” Isadora waves a hand towards the main club. “And because you seem to have an acute understanding of what is happening here. You have not dissolved into panic, and you wear the claim of a vampire not present with us on your wrist.”

The heavy hand leaves her shoulder and Isadora approaches sultry; catlike. She reaches forward and takes Nadya’s hand in her own — strokes her thumb over a knuckle and for a moment she almost thinks the vampiress is going to kiss the back of it.

Instead she turns Nadya’s wrist up and examines the way the dim lighting catches her bracelet. Isadora speaks low, now; so low Nadya strains to hear her.

“Is Kamilah Sayeed here, as well? How is she doing these days?”

“You know Kamilah?” Of course she knows Kamilah. Why are you even surprised?

Isadora doesn’t break her hold. Nadya knows exactly what will happen if she tries to take it upon herself to separate them though. “That was not an answer.”

“No — No she’s not here. She stayed in New York.”

Isadora seems amused, which in Nadya’s opinion is a welcome change from murderous. But they definitely can — and probably do — exist in the same house.

“Why are you and your friends in my city?”

Nadya tries to look over her shoulder to Adrian. Hoping; praying he could somehow give her something to say. Because all she can think is the truth and telling everyone the truth isn’t exactly part of the plan.

Adrian sees her panic. “She’s got nothing to do with this, Isadora. Leave her alone.”

“See the more you say that, Raines, the more I think you’re not telling me the truth. So, Nadya, I’ll ask again.”

“Isadora —”

He’d probably do better yelling at a brick wall. She finds it all too easy to ignore him; let him fade into the background as she leans down and close to Nadya’s face. Tilts her chin up with a dark and manicured fingertip.

“Why are you and your friends in my city?”

Vampires can’t hypnotize people, right? Like, Adrian and Kamilah would have made it a point to tell her if vampires could hypnotize people, right? If Jax and Maricruz had shared some innate vamp-y hypnosis secret with Lily, then Lily would have told her, right?

Nadya can’t say she’s ever been hypnotized before so she isn’t certain but wow does it feel like Isadora’s trying to hypnotize her. Making her look deep into her eyes, red and practically glowing with pupils narrowed into slits and the way her voice curls around her words is… is really pretty and…

Holy mother of crap can vampires hypnotize people?!

While Adrian struggles to peer over Isadora’s shoulder to see exactly why Nadya’s gone so quiet, Cadence doesn’t have to. He’s had enough of whatever the heck this is, apparently, and pushes Tony off of him and into the nearest wall with startling ease.

“No — this is too far, Isadora, she’s human for god’s sake!” He gets to them before anyone else can stop him. “Get out of her mind before you do any damage.”

Not that she listens. Maybe she can’t listen. Nadya’s definitely having a harder time hearing the room around them so suffice to say it’s the same for Isadora, right?

Get out of her mind.

Oh god. Get out of my mind. You can’t see what’s in there.

She feels frozen, trapped and bound in a vice of her own skin. But it isn’t something she’s never felt before. She has, and rather recently too. The only difference is Jameson connected them at her temples. Isadora de la Rosa does just as well using only her eyes.

Get out, please. You can’t see.

Why can I not, Nadya? Show me.

I just can’t. You — You won’t like it. She doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like it one bit.

How about I make that decision for myself?

“What are you standing around for?” shouts Lily. “Get her away! Nadya, can you hear me? Nadya!”

But Cadence hesitates; hands hovering just over them. “If I break the connection while Izzy’s pressing in… it might not go well.”

Lily looks to Adrian in a panic. “Dude!”

“Cadence, it’s okay. Do it.”

He frowns at Adrian; his glasses slip down his nose. “She’s a powerful psychic, Adrian. I don’t want Nadya to get hurt.”

“She won’t be. Break them up.”

Can someone break us up, please?!

Why are you resisting me? What are you hiding?

“But —”

“Nadya’s not the one who’ll be hurt! Just—listen to me and do it!”

Convicted and terrified, Cadence places his hands on the backs of their necks and pulls.

When Nadya opens her eyes she knows, objectively, that there’s been a passage of time. But the usual sluggishness, the feeling like she’s emerging from a pit of black sludge isn’t there. Somehow, she was both conscious… and not.

The carpet is itchy under her palms and Nadya might have shattered her tail bone into a thousand pieces. It sure feels that way. Adrian holds her halfway upright with a hand firm in the middle of her back. She’s grateful that he’s both worried and cautious enough to keep from touching her directly; and instead his hand hovers just shy of her face.

“Nadya, can you hear me?”

But that’s Lily’s voice — oh, Lily’s there too. She speaks again but slower; “How many fingers am I holding up?”

She squints. Everything is still blurry.

“I don’t… I can’t…” then it hits her, “you’re holding up my glasses, aren’t you?”

They fall into her waiting hand. When everything comes into clear (if smudged with a stampede of fingerprints) view Nadya looks up to see Lily beaming.

“She’s in the clear.”

“No,” comes Isadora’s growl from somewhere not in her immediate reach—thank god, “none of you are.”

It’s a little relieving that Nadya wasn’t the only one thrown on her butt. But Isadora’s recovery is faster and that’s a big yikes. She pushes the worried faces and reaches of her subordinates aside and stands on her own. She tries to smooth herself back to her previous perfection but the damage is done — there’s no changing the tension coiling tightly inside her, or the wild uncertainty in her eyes.

Something happened — Nadya’s foggy on exactly what but she knows that much. Just like she knows the look Isadora’s giving her.

She knows.

A ragged groan breaks the silence and all eyes turn to Cadence who was somehow also thrown off his feet; only he doesn’t have anyone to check up on him. Nadya gives a pleading look to Lily and immediately she’s at his side. He’s groggy, but despite the shaking in his arms he can hold himself up. He’ll live — long enough for her to thank him anyway.

Isadora has never been the type to be at a loss for words. Nadya can see it now; decades of being loud, being harsh; whatever it took to be respected in the world. Whatever it took to carry on the de la Rosa name and legacy.

The city hadn’t even given her the chance to mourn him.

“You shouldn’t be possible,” she whispers, and Nadya laughs — says the vampire.

Adrian looks between them with growing confusion. “What happened?”

She pats at his arm and he gets the hint; helps Nadya and her knocking knees to stand. She’s tired of being looked down on by them, believe it or not, so if she can look Isadora in the eyes then she’s going to.

“You wanted to know why we were here, in New Orleans,” Nadya speaks slowly to keep her voice from betraying just how shaken up she really feels, “well now you do.”

When Nadya closes her eyes she can see it; the Amulet of Nero. In flashes of printed-out pictures on Adrian’s office wall and resting cupped in Cadence’s palms and held dangling by the chain up to the light of this very office; reverent — and solemn, too. A gift from someone given up a long time ago.

All that through Isadora’s eyes.

Nadya sighs and rubs her aching temple. “She doesn’t have the Amulet.”

Neither Adrian nor Lily hide their shock. “How do you know?” he asks. But how can she reasonably say she just does?

When Isadora steps forward one of the veiled women reaches out to try and stop her. Nadya can feel the energy—uneasy-uncertain-doubtful-fearful-of-the-unknown—coming from the Southern vampires like waves of endless nausea. But her hand is batted away. Isadora is the only one certain of anything right now.

“You’re right,” she answers in measured caution, “the Amulet is no longer in my possession. But I can tell you where it is… and, should you be willing, try and help you get it back.”

Murmurs of confusion ripple out from the other vampires. Isadora shrugs them off — her intense focus on Nadya strong; stalwart.

You’ve seen what’s at stake. What could—will—happen if we don’t.

Yes, I have.

Nadya nods.

“We could use all the help we can get.”

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rebelminxy · 5 years

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Once a King, Always a King (Friday)

Pairing: KingBacchus!Jensen x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 9211

Square Filled: Bondage

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female and Male Receiving), Some Fluff, Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Jensen is heading to New Orleans to participate in Mardi Gras as the King of Bacchus. But there is one girl he wants to celebrate the fun-filled weekend with. Now that he has the chance to show her how he really feels, while being in her hometown and having some fun together, will their relationship blossom to more than just friends?

A/N: So, first off, I have total respect for the Ackles family. I adore their family dynamic and this fic isn’t meant to offend them in any way whatsoever. This is purely written for fun and I send the Ackles family all the best positive vibes I have hoping they continue to be as happy as always. For this fic, Jensen is single. I got the idea after seeing a few videos of his time down here for Mardi Gras and seeing him dressed as the King of Bacchus at the parade. This is my twelfth square filled for @spnkinkbingo . Feedback is welcomed and hope y’all enjoy it!

A/N 2: I honestly don’t have Jensen’s entire schedule that he had while he was here, so I will mention the ones we know about from social media and add a few things here and there that he could possibly have done while in the city.

SERIES MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST

Jensen woke up from a happy dream. He dreamt that he and (Y/N) had slept together, that he was finally able to touch, taste and see what he always wanted. That he finally had hope that she was into him like he was into her. He turned in his bed and opened his eyes to see that what he dreamt was a reality. There, on the other side of the bed, laid (Y/N) with the covers only on her bottom half. Her hair was all over the pillow and he could see the slight bruising on her breasts from his biting. He wished they had gone on some more, wish he could have lasted longer, but he was very content with what they had shared. This gave him hope, that maybe she really was into him.

He reached over a gently caressed her arm that was beside her. But at the slightest touch, (Y/N)’s body reacted, and a slight jump made her wake up. She looked around the room with groggy eyes and finally landed on Jensen. She smiled and leaned up onto her elbows.

“Good morning and happy birthday J.”

“Mm, yeah that was a great start for a birthday,” he said huskily.

“Well, birthday sex is the great sex, especially between friends that are cool with it.”

Jensen instantly looked up at her, seeing the bright smile on her face as she lifted the covers over the rest of her body. He couldn’t tell if she was serious about that comment or measuring out his reaction to the word friends. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he nodded his head in agreement. He watched as she got out of bed and wrapped her body in the sheet, making her way towards the bathroom. All he really wanted to do was climb out of bed and yank that sheet away from her, to see the body he kissed and caressed. But he kept himself under control, thinking that maybe he was rushing into things.

He thought back on their night together and he could admit to himself they never really clarified exactly what the sex meant. All he said was that he wanted her, and she admitted to the same notion. But he never told her how he really felt about her and by the looks of it, she could really be assuming it was only sex and nothing else. Jensen wanted to beat himself in when that thought came through, wishing he had said something before they had sex. His thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door, causing him to get out of bed to see who it was.

On the other side was his closest friend, dressed in a black suit but no tie. That’s when it hit Jensen he had to get dressed for today’s event.

“Children’s hospital, I know,” he groaned out as he turned away from the door. “Let me take a quick shower and get dressed.”

“Looks like you slept well enough. Your friend ok with you walking around in boxers?”

Jensen huffed a response, heading to his closet to take out his powder blue jacket and khaki pants. His friend followed him into the room and Jensen turned to see him looking at the floor, exactly where all the clothes from last night were thrown. He looked back up at Jensen and groaned.

“I told you not to sleep…”

“Well it happened and right now I don’t want to talk about it. Going to get ready once she gets out of the shower.”

Jensen didn’t wait for his friend’s response, pushing him out towards the exit to shut the door right behind him. Jensen groaned as he leaned against the door. He then heard the water from the shower shut off, making his way back to the room to start getting ready.

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“Sit down so I can get you picture ready.”

Jensen looked at (Y/N) with the mirror he was standing in front of. He was finally dressed and was wondering how he would fix his hair. But there she stood next to a chair that was next to a desk in the bedroom. Her makeup and hair items were all laid out. Jensen turned around to face her, admiring her smile.

“We can’t send you out there without hiding those wrinkles.”

“Excuse you, they are laugh lines.”

She giggled as Jensen made his way to sit in the chair. He eyed her up and down, loving the cute navy-blue polka dot dress she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with side-swept bangs. The hair that hung from the ponytail was curled, and a nice bow was tied to the ends. Her makeup was simple but Jensen couldn’t keep his eyes off her bright red lips.

“Hey, mister, focus! I need you facing forward so I can do my work.”

Jensen grunted as he sat straight in his chair and let her work her magic. In just a few minutes, she had his hair gelled back into his usual style, and his face concealed and powdered as usual for the bright lights.

“And, done! Good thing I’m here to make sure your reputation as a handsome man doesn’t get ruined.”

“Oh, so you think I’m handsome eh,” Jensen laughed as he got up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I said your reputation!” she responded, slapping his hands that were sliding along her waist. “Now be a good boy and behave.”

“What if I don’t behave?” he growled into her ear.

“Then no birthday fun later,” she whispered back. “Now, time for you to go because everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”

“But you promised you were coming,” he urged as she walked away.

“I am, I just need to get the rest of your makeup together to do any touch-ups.”

Jensen pouted as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of red heels. She put them on and grabbed the striped blue and white bag he bought for her for Christmas. Looking back to see him still standing there, she smiled and walked over, tapping his cheek with her fingers.

“Promise I will be down before you leave. The guys just want to break a toast before the busy day.”

Jensen quietly nodded and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He made his way out of the room and down to the main floor of the hotel. There, his friends were in a circle with orange juice filled glasses that he assumed were mimosas. They all greeted him and handed him a glass before the questions began.

“So little birdie told us you hooked up with your girl from work. That was quicker than what some of us expected.”

“Shut it. It’s not your business so respect her ok.”

“Ok fine, but you better not ruin your workplace with this. Imagine how hard it will be to work with someone you slept with.”

Jensen huffed as he took a sip. After a few minutes, (Y/N) finally climbed out of the elevator and walked over to the group. Jensen noticed as she made her way towards them, all his friends grew silent and stared at her with wide eyes. He then felt someone tapping his shoulder.

“Will say this, she is confident for a girl her size.”

Jensen punched his friend in the arm, giving him a glare. His friend backed away, quietly apologizing as he rubbed his arm. When Jensen looked back to where (Y/N) was, she was looking inside her bag, pulling out her phone.

“Ok let’s get a picture of you guys together then one of J alone to send to the folks back in Vancouver. Jared and Misha made me promise to take tons of pictures.”

They all posed together, doing silly poses for each picture she took, then she took a few of Jensen alone, posing in different areas of the hotel. Then, Jensen’s closest friend walked over towards her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and handed her the phone, walking over towards Jensen afterward.

“Says we should get one together to send to everyone.”

Jensen nodded in agreement. (Y/N) moved to stand by his side, hands together in front of her as she looked towards the camera. Jensen posed next to her, his hand right on the crook of her back. That’s when he saw from the corner of his eye how his friends were staring at (Y/N), which made him feel a bit of jealousy. So, he motioned for his friend to take another, but this time, he moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Since he was taller than her, he was able to place his chin on the top of her head, careful to not ruin her hair. The picture was taken, and she quickly moved away, not letting him see her face. But he knew she was blushing furiously since she wasn’t one to be very affectionate around others. It was already a big deal when Jared would hug her on set in front of everyone, so he knew how she would react at what he just did.

After a few more pictures, they all climbed into the bus from yesterday and enjoyed the view of the city towards the Children’s Hospital. On the way, Jensen was pulled to the side to talk to the handler, being told what the plan was. He was to meet a few of the patients and staff, give a small speech that was already made for him and to take a few pictures. It was planned to be a quick in and out, which didn’t make Jensen feel happy. He wanted to spend some time with the staff, especially the children. Before they arrived to the hospital, (Y/n) came over to touch up his makeup and make sure his hair was in place.

“Excited to see the kids?” she asked as she powdered his nose.

“Yeah, but by the looks of it we won’t be here for long.”

“Really? And that bothers you?”

“Yeah, I mean I was excited to see the kids and staff, spend a bit of time with them.”

“Hmm, well, I get they have plans and all but maybe we can find a way to… don’t know…stall the trip?”

Jensen looked at (Y/N) as she gave him a wink.

“You better not do anything crazy,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

All she did was smile at him and finish her touch-ups. They finally made it to the hospital and just like yesterday, everyone else got off leaving Jensen dead last. He was given a handful of coins to throw at the crowd once he got off, which he found fun as he watched people scramble to catch the piece of plastic. He was guided inside as the cameras flashed around him. He looked behind him to make sure (Y/N) was fine, walking behind him. His handler wasn’t too happy with the extra person but when he was told she was Jensen’s personal makeup artist, he agreed with a mumble, letting her join them.

As Jensen walked through the hospital, he was greeted by many members of the staff, a few wearing shirts he and the cast had made for charity events they held. When they walked into the big hall of the hospital, he was taken back by how many kids were there waiting for him with big applause. They all cheered for him and many held a picture of him in their hands. Some even had the anti-possession symbol drawn on their little bald heads. He moved about the room, handing everyone coins he grabbed from the bag the handler was carrying, greeting everyone with a big smile as a band was playing music in the background. He was then given a bead that had the Children’s Hospital symbol on it, placing it around his neck and making sure everyone could see it by unbuttoning his jacket.

After the music ended, he was guided towards a podium where an older gentleman stood, waiting for him. Camera’s were surrounding the podium as they recorded everything. Jensen looked over to (Y/N) who gave him two thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great. That itself calmed his nerves a bit, thankful that’s she was there with him. As the older gentleman began his speech, it was then Jensen found out the guy was the Captain of Bacchus, someone he was going to meet at the crowning. Jensen was so lost in his mind that he almost missed the man calling his name, presenting him to the crowd. Jensen shook the man’s hand and walked up to the podium, ready to give the speech he had been practicing.

“How’s everybody doing today? Pretty good?” he asked the crowd as they all responded with cheers. While he was talking, someone’s phone rang. He looked over to the reporter who was silencing his phone and said, “Just take a message for me will ya?” causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

“Well, it’s an honor and a privilege and I am very humble to be here. And I hope to get to see all you guys and hand out some of these doubloons here for you. There’s probably some laying on the ground there, there goes one,” he said right when the jingle of a coin falling to the ground was heard. He was glad he was making everyone laugh.

“Umm, anyways, the week started yesterday. We got into town and we’ve been so thrilled with the outpouring of hospitality from this city, and I have always loved this town. Living in Austin gives me the chance to come here often, and a dear friend of mine is from New Orleans,” he continued as he pointed towards (Y/N) who was standing close by. She waved at him with a big smile as he waved back and continued his speech.

“I love it here, and I love coming here. This is really a special way to celebrate Mardi Gras, and it’s also a special way to celebrate my birthday which also happens to be today.” The crowd cheered loudly as he continued. “Yes, this was certainly one of the events this week that I was really, truly looking forward to. So, just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being here! I’m thrilled to be here as well, and Hail Bacchus!”

The crowd gave him applause as he walked away from the podium, his eyes falling on to (Y/N)’s who was smiling so much as she clapped along. He smiled back at her and turned his focus back to the gentlemen around him. The Captain then told him that the children had something for him, which a young boy with a Spider-Man mask painted on his face walked over with a Paper Mache crown. Jensen moved down to kneel, so the boy could place the crown on his head and smiled at him as everyone clapped more. Photographers circled around them as Jensen placed an arm over the boy’s shoulders and took pictures with him, smiling. He handed the boy a few doubloons and patted him on the head as the boy whispered a ‘thank you’ and walked away.

Jensen was thanking everyone when suddenly a reporter asked him about how important it was for him to make a stop at the hospital during the festivities planned.

“Very important. In fact, this was one of the most important things to me. Obviously looking forward to the parade. This is my first Mardi Gras. We saw a few videos of Muses last night on the way here so if that was any indication of what Bacchus is going to be like, I better get some sleep.”

Jensen looked around with a smile as everyone laughed and giggled at his mention of sleep, thinking to himself that if (Y/N) was going to be in his room the rest of the weekend, sleep wasn’t going to be the main priority, not after last night.

“But this was on the list of things I was most looking forward to. You know, my best friend has three kids, who I love like they are my own. And children are just a big part of my life, hopefully, one day I will have my own. And when they said Children’s Hospital, that we were going to stop by here, without question. And I brought my close friends, telling them I was going to need support if I’m going to go shake some hands and see some kids because it holds a special place in my heart. So happy to be here, thrilled to do it.”

Once Jensen was done with his answer, he looked around him wondering what was next when suddenly the band started playing Happy Birthday and burst into song. Jensen clapped along as he stood there, watching everyone clap to the music. During the singing, Jensen pointed at (Y/N) and signaled for her to come by him. She pushed her way through the reporters and stood next to him, smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday big boy. You were awesome up here. And nice crown!”

Jensen leaned closer to her, whispering a ‘thank you’ in her ear as he grabbed her hand and held it in his. He could see the bit of pink flush her cheeks as she guided their finger laced hands behind her, not letting the reporters see. Once the song was done, the handler told Jensen that they were going to walk around and meet the staff and patients that were there. He turned to look at (Y/N) and took off his crown, handing it to her.

“Take good care of this now.”

“With my life,” she responded.

Jensen smiled at her before turning to face the crowd, heading in the direction he was guided to. Once he reached the crowd, he got into fan mode, smiling and greeting everyone, taking pictures with them and sharing a few words. Staff and kids alike were excited to see him, coming to find out many staff members were a fan of the show and his work. He signed papers, took selfies and joked with everyone there. When he looked behind him, he saw that (Y/N) was getting the people to go towards him, people that the handler had sent away quietly. She even had a few kids in hand, bringing them over with a nurse so they could meet Jensen, He smiled when he saw the excitement in the kid’s eyes and kneeled onto the floor to give them all hugs. He felt so happy that (Y/N) was doing her best to help him see everyone there, especially the kids. He made a mental note to find a way to thank her somehow.

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“Now that is what I call a great welcome to the King!”

Jensen and his friends laughed as (Y/N) jumped onto the bus yelling. They had finally finished the event at the Children’s Hospital and it had lasted longer than the handler had planned. He assumed there weren’t going to many people in the main hall of the hospital, but (Y/N) had gone through some of the rooms with the help of nurses to get others to come to talk to Jensen. Jensen was so happy that he got to spend time with the kids and staff of the hospital, he knew today was going to be part of his top five best days ever. (Y/N) took a seat next to Jensen and started pulling makeup items from her bag.

“Just wanted to say thanks on getting everyone in so I could see all the kids,” he whispered in her ear. “it was the best.”

“Hmm, don’t know what you’re talking bout,” she responded with a straight face.

Jensen laughed out at her response. (Y/N) did another touch up of his makeup as the bus drove to the next spot. By what Jensen heard from the handler, they were going to get lunch. And Jensen had to admit he was hungry after all that excitement. The bus finally reached its location on Tchoupitoulas St., the restaurant called Emerils. (Y/N) looked around a bit thrown off before turning to the handler.

“You booked a table at this place?”

“It was the only place we could book with the time limit we had and amount of folks,” he responded.

“But the best place to take people is Commander’s Palace.”

“They are booked to the brim during Mardi Gras.”

Jensen watched as she huffed and made her way towards the bus driver. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She walked back to her seat as the bus pulled out and started back on the road.

“Wait,” the handler pushed. “Where are we going? We have a table here.”

“Then cancel it,” (Y/N) responded. “We are going to Commander’s Palace.”

“But we don’t have a table and we aren’t sure if they will even take us,” he clapped back in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

Jensen leaned into her and spoke at a low tone.

“Are you sure? I mean we can come back another time…”

“No, I told you if we ever were in New Orleans together I would take you to Commander’s Palace and we are going today.”

The ride to Commander’s was silent with the handler mad that (Y/N) took over the lunch trip. Once they reached the restaurant, they all climbed out and made their way into the restaurant. Jensen couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the place was inside. And the surrounding smell of food was making his mouth water. (Y/N) walked up to the podium where a woman stood. (Y/N) spoke to her in a low tone where no one could hear her. The woman suddenly stood up straight and pulled out a cell phone, making a call. (Y/N) walked back towards the group, smiling.

“What’s going on?” asked Jensen.

“Oh, don’t worry, just gotta wait a few minutes to then get our table.”

Suddenly, the entrance doors burst wide open and there stood an older lady with short red hair, dressed in what looked like office attire.

“(Y/N)! Sweet child! Why didn’t you call if you were going to be in town?”

The group watched as (Y/N) made her way towards the woman and hugged her in such a familiar way. Once they let each other go, (Y/N) turned to the group.

“Auntie Addie, I would like for you to meet my friend and coworker, Jensen Ackles. And everyone else is his group of friends from Austin. Everyone, this is my Auntie Adelaide or Addie for short.”

“Oh, THE Jensen Ackles?” Adelaide gasped as she moved closer. “Isn’t he the King of Bacchus this year?”

“Yes ma'am. Such a pleasure to meet you. Would love to say (Y/N) here has mentioned you but sadly she hasn’t.” Jensen answered as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.

“Oh dear, I would so be surprised if she did mention me. Child is so private,” she laughed as she took Jensen’s hand and shook it. “If she ever did talk about me or anyone from down here, hell would have really frozen over.”

Adelaide moved to great everyone else and made her way towards the hostess.

“Well darling, what are you waiting for? Show our guests to the Coliseum room.”

“Yes, ma'am,” the hostess responded quickly as she turned to guide the group towards the back.

Everyone followed the hostess to enter a room towards the back of the restaurant. She opened the doors to a large room, tables and silverware already set. It had a small stage and windows surrounding them as they got a good view of the garden in the back. The hostess guided Jensen and (Y/N) to a table where Adelaide had already taken a seat. Everyone else went to get their own seats. Being polite, Jensen pulled out the chair for (Y/N) to sit and pushed it in for her, catching Adelaide’s eye.

“Very polite, son. Born in the south?”

“Born and raised in Dallas, Texas ma'am.”

“Ah, true southern man. Have you moved up north for your job?”

“Yes and no. We have our own placed in Vancouver for work, but I purchased a home in Austin that I currently finished working on. Plus, I run my own brewery in Austin and have other small business ventures other than acting.”

“Rich and a gentleman,” Adelaide gushed, looking over at (Y/N). “And why haven’t you tied the knot with him?”

“Auntie Addie!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her face turning pink.

Jensen held back his laughter and side comment about wondering why he hadn’t swooped her up yet.

“Looks like your aunt keeps you in mind a lot, (Y/N),” Jensen stated as he looked over the menu in front of him.

“Oh, son, this child here, I got nothing to worry about except that she marries the right man or woman. We are a progressive family these days. Has she really never mentioned us to you at work?”

“No, auntie because I have no need to brag about you.”

“Darling! Imagine how many places you could have gone into for free to eat if you would have done what you did today. Still cannot believe you waited until today to say that you were in town. This child here stays in Vancouver for work, barely has time to visit. And now that she is here, forgets bout her little family.”

“Sorry, auntie but it was last minute. I had two days to get ready and have been busy since.”

“Yeah, I am so sorry. She has been staying by my side to make sure my hair and make up were to standards for all the pictures taken. Can I ask on which side of the family you are related to her?” Jensen asked as he took a sip of the water glass the waiter placed in front of him.

“Oh, we aren’t blood-related, J.”

“Oh no, Momma took this sweet child under her wing.”

“Momma?” Jensen asked a bit confused.

“My mother Ella Brennan, she used to run this establishment. (Y/N) use to work here as a waitress back when Momma was still alive.”

“Bless Momma Ella’s heart.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Yes, Momma Ella would always have a close relationship with the staff, making sure everyone was happy here. But this little critter treated Momma with so much love. A hard worker of course, even while going to beauty school full time and apprenticing at a salon in the downtown area. My, this girl knew how to balance it all.”

Adelaide paused the conversation when a waiter came over to take their orders. Jensen let (Y/N) order for him since he figured she knew what was best to get.

“Well,” Adelaide continued. “As I was saying, (Y/N) here was balancing all that and still carried such a beautiful smile, Momma, of course, loved her even more. Even with her busy time, whenever Momma got sick, (Y/N) would make the time to go and visit her, play with her hair, do a bit of makeup so Momma could feel better.”

“Momma Ella had such a big heart, I couldn’t go without a day of seeing her,” (Y/N) added. “And I loved spending time with her, we had so much fun together.”

“That is very true. So, Momma Ella took her under her wing and told us that if (Y/N) here ever needed something, to help her immediately. Plus, we all grew to love this sweet child. At first, we thought, ‘Oh someone trying to use Momma for her kindness.’ But when Momma offered to help her with her bills and rent so (Y/N) could dedicate her time to school, she said no!”

Jensen looked at (Y/N) and noticed she was looking down at her hands on the table.

“Why did you say no to the help?” he asked.

“I didn’t want anyone thinking I was using her. Plus, I was fine with my hectic schedule, gave me a purpose to keep going, knowing I was doing it on my own.”

That’s when Jensen thought back on the times he saw (Y/N) running around set when most of the makeup crew was gone, or the times they had a last-minute scene and she was the only one handling everything from the regular photo makeup to the masks of the creatures. He never really thought about why she was willing to do everything on her own, but hearing this, made him realize how strong and dedicated she was to her passion.

“And ever since then, we all learned to trust and love her. She would even help us organize the charity events we did. Gosh, she and Momma would have so much fun picking out what charity we would raise money for and putting together the entire event.”

“You helped doing charity?” Jensen asked, not really surprised since (Y/N) would do the same whenever he and the guys would do charity events.

“Yeah, there were so many programs to help, Momma Ella would make sure we never did the same program twice in a row. We even made a list to be more organized.” (Y/N) responded.

“When she told us, she had gotten a job in Vancouver for a tv show, we were all excited. Offered to help her in any way we could and all she asked for was a picture of us all together.”

“And that was the last time I got a picture with Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” Adelaide moved from her chair to hug (Y/N). “Just remember, she loved you and had faith that you would do great with your passion.”

Jensen watched the two interact, wanting to be the one hugging (Y/N). But the warmth he felt from these two women together, he knew just how big of a heart (Y/N) had. To have such a big connection in the city and not use it for her benefit, made it clear to him she didn’t care about fame and fortune. Once (Y/N) was calm, the food arrived, and the smell made Jensen’s mouth water. Everything was delicious, (Y/N) even gave him a taste of her food. By what (Y/N) told him, everything was local cuisine and even the food itself was purchased by local vendors, the restaurants' way to help sales with the locals. Once they were done eating and plates cleared, the waiters came back asking what they wanted for dessert. Again (Y/N) picked for Jensen, promising he would love it.

A small band came in and onto the small stage and once they were settled, they started playing Happy Birthday as the waiters came in with everyone’s dessert. But Jensen knew which one was his because there was a candle on the plate that came with his dessert. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as the dessert was placed in front of him and once the song was done, he blew out the candle, receiving loud applause from the entire room. The band continued playing as everyone enjoyed their dessert.

“So what ya wish for J?”

“You know a birthday wish can’t be said until it comes true.”

“Well, when it comes true, better tell me,” (Y/N) giggled as she took a bite from her pie.

Jensen looked down at his dessert and took the spoon, taking a piece. He ate it and moaned at the taste.

“It’s our famous Bread Pudding Souffle,” Adelaide pointed out. “(Y/N) loved ordering that for her birthday.”

The rest of the time was of him enjoying the dessert a bit too much with the moans he made, snatching a piece of (Y/N) pie to give it a taste. By the end of the meal, he understood why (Y/N) was so adamant to come here. The food was delicious and it was nice to meet someone that knew (Y/N) before she came into his life. As they made their way out the restaurant, Adelaide said goodbye to everyone, but took (Y/N) into her arms and hugged her tightly, her face clear that she didn’t want to let her go. She placed a kiss on (Y/N) cheek and told her something, (Y/N) shaking her head as she laughed. Then Adelaide went up to Jensen and pulled him into a hug, patting his back.

“Take care of my sweet child,” Adelaide whispered into Jensen’s ear. “She has had a rough life on her own, her heart broken too many times.” Adelaide pulled back and looked Jensen in the eyes. “I can see clearly how much you care about her, so a piece of advice, no runarounds with her. Be straight to the point and serious because I don’t think she could handle another heartbreak, especially coming from someone she admires.”

Jensen nodded with a smile, placing a kiss on Adelaide’s cheek. As she walked away, a waiter handed (Y/N) a small bag, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) turned back to the bus and got on, Jensen right behind her. They took a seat at the back of the bus and (Y/N) opened the bag. Jensen heard her gasp and pull out a few scarves that were all different colors and when he glanced inside the bag, he saw jewelry and pins inside.

“These belonged to Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered. She then pulled out a small piece of paper that was at the bottom and read it out loud. “Momma Ella wanted you to have these since she knew how much you loved wearing them. Always remember, she loved you and knew you would do great with your life, so prove her right, child. Your Auntie Adelaide.”

(Y/N) looked up at Jensen, her eyes bright with tears. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, placing kisses on the top of her head in comfort. That’s how they rode the rest of the bus ride to their next event.

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“I am so tired from all the running around!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping onto the bed the moment they walked into the hotel room.

“We still have tonight’s fun at the club. The guys are getting ready.”

“I don’t think I will be joining you for that. Too tired and my feet hurt like a bitch.”

Jensen laughed as he sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes. (Y/N) groaned and wiggled her toes as he put both her feet on his lap, massaging them.

“Oooh if you keep doing that you won’t get ready in time to go with the boys.”

“What if I would rather stay in with you?” he growled as he lifted a foot to his mouth and placed kisses on each toe.

“Nope!” she exclaimed as she crawled out of his reach. “You are going to have fun with the boys and enjoy Bourbon street!”

“So, you don’t care if I see a pair of boobs or possibly have a stripper dancing on me?”

“One, I am not a jealous girl and two, that is the best part of Mardi Gras! Boobs for beads is the best trade-off!”

Jensen laughed at her response. Then (Y/N) crawled back over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Plus, missy here needs to get your birthday gift ready. So be a good boy and enjoy your time with the boys while I get things ready here.”

Jensen moaned as her mouth kissed his earlobe and down to the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, standing to pull her closer. Once he had her facing him, he planted his lips on her luscious ones, sliding his tongue against her lips for entrance. Once she did, their kiss deepened, tongues clashing for control. He pulled her bottom lip and sucked on it gently, then pulling back to see the mess he made. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breath coming out in heavy pants.

“How long do you need?” he asked huskily.

“Couple of hours but should be ready by eleven.”

“Then I will be here at eleven.”

“No, enjoy your fun with the boys…” she protested but he hushed her.

“I will. But I want to celebrate the last hour of my birthday with you. Plus, you know the club scene isn’t for me.”

She nodded in response before Jensen pulled her back into a deep kiss. Her hands crawled into his hair, pulling at his short locks. He used all his strength to unwrap himself from her, knowing if he stayed like that any longer he would surely miss out on a fun night. He moved to the closet to grab some new clothes to change as (Y/N) moved to her makeup table and waited for him there.

“I don’t need makeup done,” he stated.

“We can’t be too safe in case reporters spot you guys. Plus, I messed up your hair so gonna fix it quickly.”

Jensen groaned in a complaint as he quickly undressed. He smiled when (Y/N) whistled out, taking his time to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he moved over to the chair she stood at.

“Oof, such a good view.”

Jensen laughed, and they joked around as she fixed him up, having him camera ready in. The second she was done, there was a knock on the room door.

“Boys are waiting, J.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me now,” Jensen joked as he got up from the chair, pulling her into his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting her go so he could head out.

“Have fun now J!” she yelled at him as he left.

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Jensen made his way towards the hotel room, thinking back on the night he just had. His friends had gotten him a lap dance from a stripper, drank a few beers and threw some beads off the balcony they had booked just for them. He laughed to himself out of how crazy it had gotten by the time he left. His friends poking fun at the fact he was leaving so early, making notions that he was on a leash. Of course, he ignored them because all he could think about was what (Y/N) had waiting for him. He unlocked the door to the room and noticed that the only light in the entire place came from the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes growing wide in shock at the view before him.

The room was lit by many candles surrounding the room. A bottle of champagne was sitting on the bedside table in a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses sat next to the bucket. Jensen walked over to the bed, touching the red sheets he spotted and realized they were made of silk. There were small ropes tied around each bedpost, silk ties at the end. That’s when he saw the assortment of items laid out on the bed. Different size and style of vibrators and butt plugs, beads and an eye mask. There was also this long bar that had for cuffs on it and a few whips and paddles laid out in size order. Jensen was so distracted by the items before him, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Well, well. Look who is here.”

Jensen turned around at hearing her voice, his mouth dropping open as the alluring image before him. (Y/N) was standing at the bathroom entrance, her hair loose in waves and surrounding her face. Her makeup was simple, black cat liner and thick lashes, her lips bright red like earlier. His eyes ran down her body in the outfit she wore. It was a long, sheer black lace gown with a high leg slit. The top of the gown had an apex halter neck and a keyhole front cut out, letting him see her full breasts but no nipples. Underneath he could see she was wearing small black panties, but when she walked into the room, she gave him a slow turn, letting him see that she was really wearing a G-string.

“So what do you think?”

“I…I am drawing a blank,” he responded as she walked over to him.

“Do you remember that one night you and Alex got so drunk I had to babysit both of you? Well, that night you got to confessing a few things, mostly sexual since you said it had been a while since you last were with a woman. But, one of those things was that you were curious about bondage, but the women you knew weren’t into the whole submit total control thing.”

Jensen swallowed as she toyed with the collar of his jacket.

“So, I thought today, since you are ok with having sex with me, why not fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

Her eyes looked up at him through her long lashes, seductively as she rubbed her body against him.

“If…only if you’re up for it.”

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled, nodding her head. Jensen pulled back and started to remove his clothes, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed.

“Remind me next time to get drunk and tell you more secrets.”

(Y/N) giggled at him, sitting at the front of the bed. Once he stood in the room in only his boxers, Jensen made his way towards her, his eyes never peeling away from her. He stood in front of her and placed his hands along the sides of her face, making her look up at him. He leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her lips, not rushing the experience. He wanted to enjoy the night.

“Any safe word, because I plan on making this last as long as possible,” he whispered before placing another kiss on her lips.

“Keep it simple, green for good and red for no more. But I doubt I would be begging for you to stop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed trailing kisses along her nose bridge. “We will see what you will beg for.”

Jensen deepened the kiss, feeling as her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt her mouth open to him, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, placing then along her side.

“No touching unless I say so.”

She nodded her head in agreement as Jensen moved away. He reached behind her for the eye mask, placing it on her. She gasped once her eyes were fully covered, her palms flat on the bed. Jensen slid the rest of the items to the edge of the bed, pushing her to lay back so only her legs dangled from the edge she sat at. Jensen then walked over to the side table and pulled out the bottle of champagne from the bucket, taking the bucket with him. Once he was back in front of her, he looked down at her plump body, waiting for him.

“I am going to tie your hands up, so you don’t touch me understand.”

(Y/N) nodded quickly, extending her hands out, waiting. Jensen moved to grab the ties at the end of the rope and quickly bound her wrists together, making sure it was tight enough to hold her but not too tight to break the skin. He then moved to grab the ropes on the other end of the bed and used those to keep her arms above her head. Once he was sure she was in place, he moved back to stand in front of her. His eyes raked over her curves, knowing exactly what he wanted to do first.

He leaned forward and began to kiss her exposed cleavage, licking the curves of her breasts, feeling her body shiver under his hands that slid up and down the sides of her delicious body. He felt how soft the sheer dress was, pulling it slowly up her legs. She raised her bottom a bit so that the dress could bunch up at her waist. Jensen slid his hands over her soft skin, loving the curve of her hips and thick thighs.

Jensen moved to reach for the small egg-shaped vibrator he spotted and the bar, knowing he would need them for what he had planned. He moved to kneel in front of her and grabbed the bar, placing her ankles into the cuffs. Noticing the small buttons on the bar, he pressed them to realize that the bar extended out even more from its original size. He pulled it out until her legs were spread wide, open for his view. He didn’t miss the gasps that came with what he did, smiling to himself.

He moved to kneel in between her legs, the bar laying across his calves. His gaze traveled to his goal, noticing how wet with slick her G-string was. He grabbed the small bands of the G-string and slowly peeled them off her, ripping one of the bands open so it could fall to down one leg. He groaned when he saw she was freshly shaved, putting his nose closer to smell her musky scent.

“You already wet for me, baby. All musky and soaking, just how I like it.”

“All for you J, all for you,” she moaned out, her body rising from the bed.

Jensen placed an arm on her plump stomach, holding her body down as he looked over her pussy. He slid two fingers over her arousal, feeling her body shake with need. Using the same two fingers, he opened her up and saw how swollen her clit already was. That view caused a low groan to escape his lips.

“So beautiful, and oh so delicious.”

Jensen leaned in and slid his tongue along her insides, tasting the sweet juices she produced. He explored her slowly, taking his time to enjoy her. Her body did its best to try and arch into him, but his arm kept her still on the bed. He licked her, stroked her entrance and flicked her clit with his tongue.

“Jensen,” he heard her whine out.

“Be patient, baby,” he responded with a growl.

Jensen reached over to his side and pulled out a small piece of ice from the bucket, the ice already melting. He stuck it in between his lips and raised his eyes to her, watching her carefully. Slowly he closed the space between her pussy and his mouth, sliding the ice inside her. She gasped as her chest arched, letting him see the shock of the cold. He kept sliding the ice up and down her insides, eventually reaching her clit, doing circles around the swollen bud. Her moans of pleasure and the shiver of her body confirmed to him she was enjoying this as much as he was.

The ice finally melted to a small ball, letting him swallow it. But that didn’t stop him, instead, he began to flick his tongue even faster against her nub, taking moments to pull it in his mouth to suck on it, causing her to scream. He didn’t stop, not wanting to stop as her climax finally reached her. She came all over his mouth, her cum dripping down his chin. He didn’t let go until he felt her body jerking from the pressure. He got back onto his feet and admired his work, leaving her breathless on the bed.

Jensen grabbed the ropes on the other end of the bed and pulled them to slide her up the bed. Once her full body was laying there, he removed his boxers and climbed on top. He straddled her stomach and ripped the top half of her gown open, causing her breasts to fall out. Her body bucked underneath him, letting her feel how rock hard he was.

“Now, I’m going to fuck those tits.”

Jensen grabbed his hard shaft and slid it between her breasts, grabbing her full globes and tightening around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he began to thrust between them. It wasn’t the same as her pussy but gosh they felt so warm. His length would poke out from the other side, poking at her chin which gave him an idea.

“Raise your head and open your mouth, baby.”

And she did so obediently, the tip of his cock poking her tongue. Since she understood what he wanted, each thrust that met her mouth allowed her to swirl her tongue around the tip, sucking at it quickly before he pulled back. The toying of her tongue, the sounds her mouth made with each suck, made him want more. He let go of her breasts and moved closer to her face. He grabbed her jaw and forced it open, sliding his cock as far as he could into her mouth. Once he heard her choking, he pulled back out, fucking her mouth with his cock. In and out, her tongue wrapped around his shaft, licking up his pre-cum. He watched her suck him, watched how his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was able to handle more of him, lifting her head so she could swallow him deeper. He hissed as he felt the tip of his shaft poke at the back of her throat, causing him to lose control. He began to thrust faster, grabbing hold of her head by the hair, not letting her move from her position.

“That’s it, baby…. Take it all…. you want my cum don’t you.”

She groaned against his cock, causing vibrations around him. That is what drove him over the breaking point. He yelled her name out as he exploded inside her mouth. His body jerked as he rode out his high, feeling her swallow every last drop of his release. Once he was back down, he felt her tongue lick him clean, taking every single drop as if she were hungry. Jensen ripped the eye mask off her, wanting to see her eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, begging for more.

That look made him lose control.

Jensen quickly removed the ropes on her bindings, ripping the rest of the dress of her to leave her bare. He kept the silk ropes around her wrists to keep her hands bound to her front, but he used them to pull her up and off the bed. He made her turn so that her ass was against his still hard cock, rubbing it between the globes. Without a word, he pushed her towards the closest wall and rammed her into it, putting a hand on her face so that it wouldn’t get hurt. She whimpered as she felt his entire body push against her, his hips grinding into her ass. He kissed and sucked in her shoulder, loving the way she said his name repeatedly.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

Jensen parted her legs with his knee and pulled her bottom half out from the wall, her back arching. He held on to her hips tightly, knowing he would leave handprints there, but didn’t care. In seconds, he rammed his cock into her wet, silk pussy, causing them both to groan out in pleasure. The feel of her warmth surrounding him made him want to never leave. He stood still behind her, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him tightly.

“God I could stay like this forever.”

“No, not forever. Fuck me now J,”

He gave her a cocky smile and began to pull out slowly, watching her mouth open in pleasure as her eyes rolled back. Once his tip was at her entrance, slammed right back in, causing her to yelp. He was so deep inside her, he loved it. He continued his assault on her, ramming into her after each pull, his thrusts getting faster and faster as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“J… gonna cum… I can’t…. hold on… much longer.”

Jensen nibbled at her earlobe, his hands sliding from her hips to her hands, untying her bindings. Once her hands were free, one immediately went around to the back of his head, grabbing hold of his hair in a tight grasp. Her other hand laid palm flat against the wall, keeping her balanced as Jensen continued his thrusting. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt his release so close.

“Baby, I want you to cum for me… All over me…Do it, do it now.”

He felt her walls tighten around him as she screamed out his name over and over. Her body jerked under him as she rode out her high, her legs starting to wobble. It only took a few more thrusts for him to also reach his climax, bathing her insides with white-hot strings of cum. He yelled out her name as his body jerked against hers. It took a couple of minutes for them both to finally get back down from Heaven, catching their breaths. Jensen pulled out his member and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her with him towards the bed. He lifted her in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the bed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing along with him a wet towel to clean her. He was gentle, noticing the already bruising skin along her hips. He looked up to see her neck covered in hickeys, her breasts also starting to have purple marks. He uncuffed the bar from her ankles and threw it to the side.

Once he was done, he threw the rest of the items to the floor and pulled the silk sheet over her body, joining her side. She lifted her head up slightly to let him slide an arm underneath, pulling her body close to him. He grabbed one of her hands to see the binding marks along her wrists. He rubbed the skin there gently, a worried look on his face.

“I am fine you know,” she whispered as she pulled her hands out of his. “I kinda like the idea of these marks, a reminder of tonight.”

Jensen leaned in to kiss her lips, soft and slow before leaning back, looking down at her.

“I want to talk to you about some things…”

“No talking J, only sleep. Remember you have a fitting tomorrow that you can’t be late to. Then we have to go to lunch and get you ready for the crowning ceremony.”

Jensen stayed quiet as he watched her fall asleep in his arms, caressing her face and hair. He loved watching her sleep but quickly realized that he too was about to join her. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he made himself a mental note to find some time during their day to sit down and talk to her, find out if this was only for the weekend or if she felt the same way he did about her.

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Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 11

More than a week had elapsed since my last yoga session, and I was pleasantly surprised at my lack of stiffness. My iPod sat silent in the grass next to my mat…the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks proved to be the only music I required. Especially at six in the morning. The sun had just begun to rise behind us, its warmth exacerbating the flush my workout normally provided.

Simon’s skill level was far, far above mine, and some of the poses he worked through made me stop dead in my tracks as I admired the way his body seemed to defy the very laws of physics. He volunteered to work with me whenever we had the time, and I gratefully accepted, though I fully understood that a grace such as his was something that couldn’t be taught.

We chatted while cooling down, learning that our birthdays were only a day apart, his on October 30th, mine on October 31st. He found my being a Halloween baby hilarious, and I was tickled that we shared the same astrological sign. Fellow Scorpios - no wonder he’d liked my tank top. I tried to get him to reveal his birth year, but he adamantly refused until I offered mine up first. The look of delight on his face as he screeched out ‘me too!’ was adorable, and when he high-fived me and christened me his sister from another mister I embraced him and kissed his cheek, grinning at the lovely blush it caused.

I took a seat at the patio table and opened my laptop with the intention of starting work on Tom’s website design. Simon sat next to me, both of us facing the ocean, and he began typing away on his phone. He harrumphed and gave me some wicked side eye.

My brow furrowed. “For fuck’s sake, what NOW?”

He showed me his screen, scrolling through his inbox. “Seven more since last night. You’ve made an awful lot of extra work for me, woman.” I rolled my eyes. He turned on his chair to face me. “I’m curious, though…I thought you just lectured to and consulted with PR firms, which would mean their actual clients wouldn’t know much about you at all. So, it’s kinda surprising that an artist would be willing to jump ship and leave their current rep in the dust to wind up where you are, wouldn’t you say?”

I sighed and finished editing my open layer in Photoshop before replying. “I started out working directly with clients. My first was Anne Rice. She’s is a family friend and was willing to give me a cha…”

He put a hand on my shoulder and shoved. “GET. OUT. I’m assuming this means you’re from or lived in New Orleans at some point? But it mustn’t have been for long, because you have zero accent.”

“Your assumption is correct. Born there, raised there, relocated to New York City in 1998.”

He nodded emphatically. “So you dumped the accent. Understandable.”

It was my turn for side eye. “I didn’t dump it. It just…faded.”

He snorted. “Whatever you say, Maude.”

I pinched his arm, reveling in the resulting squeal he emitted. “Faded. I’m like a chameleon with accents. Soon I’ll be picking up your dialect and sounding like a pretentious asshat, too. In which case, you have my permission to kill me.”

“You can call me anything you like as long as you solemnly swear to take me to Mardi Gras next year.”

I rolled my eyes and held up my hand, palm towards him. “Simon. Please. I don’t think you’re ready for that sort of thing. But, if you start training now, we might be able to pull it off.”

He tilted his head like an oversized puppy. “Training for what? Drinking heavily? I’ve been training for that for years.”

“No. Throwing beads into the crowd. And doing the princess wave.” I demonstrated both. “Because if we go, you must ride on a parade float. It can be arranged. I know people.” I frowned. “At least, I used to know people. Anyway, what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted was that she was my first client, and it gave me a lot of clout. For which I am eternally grateful. I moved on after three years or so with her and began working directly with clients, most of whom were too small to have a decent PR firm behind them. I did everything, created websites, set up Facebook accounts, provided instructions on how to post, when to post, what to post, yada yada. Lots of hand holding and cajoling. Word spread, and bigger names took notice, which led to PR firms hiring me to work one-on-one with their clients for a specified duration. Most of them already had websites in place, so my focus shifted entirely to social media. In early 2010, I was invited to speak for two hours at a PR conference in San Diego…they wanted me to lecture on enhancing client reputation through social media. It was winter in New York, and they were willing to pay for my travel expenses so I thought, California? Fuck it, why not?”

Simon’s legs were crossed, his upper body leaning in towards me as he listened attentively. I had paused, and he motioned for me to continue.

“So, I spoke for two hours and they handed me a check for three thousand dollars. That was more than I normally made in an entire week and it blew my tiny little mind. It seemed to be vastly less stressful than dealing with super huge egos and non-tech savvy artists and damn, the money. I adjusted my entire business model, and within a month I was turning down engagements because my calendar was full. PR firms were still asking me for assistance, so I set up a consulting procedure wherein I’d outline a plan for them to implement, collected my fee and was on my way. It was all so…easy.”

He laughed loudly. “And you decided to work for Prosper why?”

“Because my ‘easy’ job and the cash it generated had taken over my entire life. I was the job and the job was me. Much to my surprise, lecturing and consulting long term turned out to be a soul sucking bore…and it transformed me into a miserable drudge. I am, at heart, a creative individual and I missed doing graphic and website design, photography, and learning new things. Terribly. Working for Prosper allows me to do all that again, and then some. That’s why.”

He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin with one hand. “And I’m sure it has nothing to do with the exquisite creature sleeping soundly in your bed right now.”

“No, it doesn’t. He was actually the reason why I seriously considered declining Luke’s offer.” Simon looked puzzled, but I didn’t elaborate. “So. Why did you leave such a prestigious position at the Dorchester to become a PA? Just for Luke? Or is there more to the story?”

He grinned. “Damn, turned it right around on me, didn’t you? Touché, my friend. I went to university for business management and administrative assistance, and worked in the field until 2005. Cooking had always been my passion, and I had some sort of spiritual awakening wherein I decided I absolutely needed to become a professional chef or else I would shrivel up and die. So I did. I moved from place to place, learning, working, partying my ass off, and finally landed the sous chef spot at the Dorchester in 2009. It was dandy at first, but as the years passed I felt like I’d grown stagnant, doing the same thing night after night, having little input on menu changes and so on. Like you, I was bored. I was averaging 70 hours a week in that kitchen, cut off from the world, and it hit me that all I had gotten out of it was a nicely padded bank account…and that there was no one to share it with. I’d always loved being around lots of people, and there I was seeing nothing but the same damn faces day in and day out. In 2013 I happened across Luke’s ad, reworked my resume, and the rest is history. Unlike you, though, I don’t think I would have taken the job if it wasn’t for him, because the salary was abysmal. As soon as I saw him, I knew. He was it. The one. Love at first sight. I thank my lucky stars every single day that he felt the same way.”

After wiping the tears from his eyes, he took hold of my hand. “Maude, I don’t know if he’s mentioned it or not, but Tom’s had a rough time of it lately, and I’m so, so happy that you’ve found each other.”

“Me too, Simon.” I smiled, letting go of his hand. “Now, please, for the love of all things holy, shut your cake hole so I can get some work done, okay?”

“God, you are such a bitch.”

“I am. And you’re still talking. Cease.”

We worked quietly, side by side, until Luke poked his head out the doors to inquire as to when Simon planned on getting his butt in the kitchen and making some breakfast. As he got up from his chair, he peered over my shoulder at my laptop screen. I had a basic layout set and was in the process of choosing a color combination that would contrast perfectly.

“Wow, that’s a right brilliant color palette you have there, Maude. Is that for Tom’s site?”

I nodded. “Does it look…familiar?”

He stared. “Yes…maybe…should it?”

I opened the tab that contained the HD photo of Tom’s eye that I’d drawn all my color options from. “Tada.”

Simon poked my shoulder and called for Luke to come see. He padded out onto the lanai, looked over my shoulder, nodded, then put his hands on his hips.

“So, when are you going to use your magic to revamp the Prosper site?”

I closed my laptop and put my head in my hands, then pushed my chair back and went to wait in the kitchen, muttering to myself about peace and solitude and how I couldn’t find any even though I was in paradise.

Tom bounded our of our bedroom just as Simon was plating our pancakes and bacon, freshly showered, wearing a pair of faded, loose fitting jeans and a tight, light blue V-neck tee. I leaned back on my bar stool and around the counter to look at his feet. Scuffed, well-worn boots. When my eyes finally made their way up to his face I was greeted with a dazzling, toothy smile. I groaned.

Simon pinched his cheeks. “Lovely of you to join us, Thomas.”

Tom lowered himself elegantly onto the stool to my right, resting his hand on my spandex-clad thigh as he leaned in to kiss me.

“Good morning, Maude. How was yoga?”

“Spectacular, actually. Simon and I had a lovely chat and I even managed to get some work done in spite of it.” He laughed and began slowly sliding his hand up my leg, edging ever closer to the apex of my thighs. Simon set our plates in front of us, raising a brow as he spied what Tom was up to.

“Um, excuse me. This is a fine dining establishment, people. No foreplay is permitted.” I glanced up from my plate and saw Luke directly behind him, hand cupping Simon’s ass.

“Whatever, asshole.” I pointed at my short stack. “Do you have syrup for these?”

He pulled a pot off the stove and spooned some of its contents onto them. “Made with fresh pineapples. Especially for you.”

All eyes were on me as they waited for a reaction. I broke off a hunk of pancake with my fork and shoved it in my mouth. “Mmm, yummy. Thank you.” Luke looked at Tom, who shrugged. I took another bite of breakfast. “Yeah, nice try, losers. I happen to like pineapples. Just not on pizza.”

Tom put his arm around my waist, pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head. “I had nothing to do with this. I swear it.”

I said nothing, ripping off a piece of bacon with my teeth instead. He tapped his fork on his plate.

“So, Maude, I was thinking…maybe we could take a ride out to Talk Story today? I called to see if Alani would be in, and she is.” I spun the stool around in his direction, dumbfounded. He smiled. “I did say I’d go back to meet her, did I not?”

“Yes. Yes you did.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “What an amazingly generous thing to do. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. You’re going to be the one in charge of crowd control.” He stole a strip of bacon from my plate and swallowed it down before I could even muster a protest.

“I’d rather corral a group of a hundred people than have to sit next to you while I’m trying to eat a fucking meal, bacon stealer. And everything else stealer.”

He snickered, and I wolfed down the rest of my food, rinsed my dishes, put them in the dishwasher and headed for the bedroom, finally noticing that Luke and Simon had disappeared. I wrote a giant ‘thanks for breakfast’ on the chalkboard in the kitchen and drew a smiley face to go with it, figuring we wouldn’t be seeing them again before we left.

*************************************** After my much needed shower, I wound up standing in my underwear, staring into yet another wardrobe wondering what the hell to wear. Tom looked too damn good for me to get away with shorts and a T-shirt, and my black tank dress just didn’t scream ‘please behave and listen to the nice lady’. Tom was waiting patiently for me, sitting at the desk answering emails and returning calls. I looked at his boots, then back and my limited selection of dresses. The brown chiffon galaxy print sleeveless wasn’t an exact match, but pretty damn close. I pulled it off its hanger and laid it on the bed so I could unzip the back without it winding up on the floor, chastising myself for giving in to my everything-must-coordinate OCD once again. I slipped it over my head, put my arms through the proper holes and managed to zip it up on my own, then went into the bathroom to figure out a hair strategy.

I’d just wrestled it into a braid when I overheard Tom talking in the bedroom.

“How’s Los Angeles? Elsa? Kids? Good to hear. Oh, she’s unbelievable, Chris. Here, I’ll take you in and you can meet her.” He came around the corner carrying his open laptop.

“Chris Hemsworth, Maude Gallagher.” He turned the screen toward me, and there he was, Thor, God of Thunder. In my bathroom. He held up a hand in greeting.

“Hello, Maude. Nice to meet you. See you? Skype you?” He face palmed. “I have no idea what the correct terminology is.” I heard a woman yell in the background that meet was fine and for him to bring the tablet over to her so she could see me. He got up and walked into another room, and a beautiful blonde woman came into view alongside Chris. She waved madly.

“Look at you, you’re gorgeous. A natural beauty. And that dress…I am in love with it. You must tell me where you found it.” Her accent was a delight. She grinned. “I’m Elsa, by the way. Tom has told us so much about you I feel like I know you already.”

I waved at them. “Hi there. Lovely to meet you both. I’d like to say Tom has told me so much about you, but that would be a big fat lie, so suffice to say I’m sure he will tell me so much about you when we aren’t quite so…so…shit, what’s the word I’m looking for here?”

Tom moved to stand next to me, shifting the laptop so we were both visible, smirking. “Preoccupied. The word you’re looking for is preoccupied.”

They laughed, and Chris grabbed at Elsa. “Remember when we were always preoccupied?”

She slapped his hand. “Oh yes. I do. And that’s why now we’re preoccupied with three little ones, my darling Christopher.” I heard children crying in the background. Elsa said a quick goodbye and ran off, and Chris followed suit so he could assist.

Tom put the laptop on the counter and pulled me to him, hands on my ass as he pressed me up against his crotch and rammed his tongue in my mouth, then backed away quickly, leaving me panting. “Well, I guess we should get going.”

I shot him a scathing look. “We should. But I have to pee first.” He walked out into the bedroom. As I sat on the toilet, I weighed my options for getting even. I mentally high fived myself as I pulled my underwear off over my feet and left them on the bathroom floor.

*************************************** We parked a block down from Talk Story, and I scouted ahead and left Tom in the Jeep. My gladiator sandals clicked on the sidewalk as I half-jogged to my destination, anxious to see if Alani was at the desk. She was, and I texted him to come on down. He ran to meet me, and I stopped him from holding the door for me and letting me go in first.

“Nope, you should be the first thing she sees.” I had my phone all ready to go in order to capture the moment, planning on sending her a copy as a keepsake. He walked through, and she looked up as the bell dinged to announce that someone had entered the store and the look on her face was one I knew I’d remember forever. He approached her, hand extended, and I was right behind him.

“Hello, Alani. I’m Tom.” She remained motionless. He turned to me. “This is Maude. We were here on Monday, and she told me that you’re a fan of my work and would perhaps enjoy meeting me.” She nodded, gingerly lifting her arm up but unable to make herself grab his hand. He took the initiative, holding it to his lips and kissing it demurely. She squealed, so high pitched I thought my ears might bleed. Four other girls came running out of the stacks, took one look at him, and began jumping up and down, screaming, phones in hand. I stopped filming so I could set the boundaries before any issues arose, stepping between them and Tom.

“Hi, ladies. I’m Maude, Tom’s social media manager. Let’s go over some ground rules, okay?” They lowered their phones and nodded. “Tom wants to be able to take pictures, sign for and chat with all of you, but in order for him to be able to do so you need to make sure you don’t post anything to social media until after we leave the premises. No texting or calling, either. If a crowd turns up, we’ll have to cut things short, and where’s the fun in that?”

A husky, bearded, bespectacled man came out from the stacks, wearing a white and green palm leaf print Hawaiian shirt and khaki hiking shorts. “Girls, what the heck is going on up here? Why all the screaming? You know people prefer quiet when they…” He stopped short when he saw Tom, his mouth dropping open, then quickly closing as he grew closer, hand proffered. I figured he was the owner, so I let him pass.

“Aloha, Mr. Hiddleston. I’m Roger Marshal, and Talk Story is my baby. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate your stopping by again…the girls were so bummed when they learned they’d missed you on Monday.”

Tom shook his hand vigorously. “Thank you for having me. Your establishment is outstanding…I’m a bit of a bibliophile, and if I had my druthers I’d be perusing the shelves here for days on end. My apologies for dashing off so quickly when I was in last, but I had a prior obligation and thought it better to come back when I had more time to spend.” He turned to me. “This is Maude Gallagher, my social media manager.”

I offered my hand and he clasped it gently with one of his, then placed the other on top. “Maude, nice to meet you. Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you both?”

“Actually, would you happen to have a room available that’s a bit more private?”

He nodded, then turned his attention to the desk. “Sure thing. Alani, why don’t you show our guests to the staff lunch room?” Her eyes lit up, and the faces of the rest of the staff fell. “Girls, you go too. I’ll cover the desk.” They thanked him in unison between excited giggles.

I tried to hang back behind Tom, but he slowed and fell into step with me and slipped his arm around me, hand on my lower back, whispering in my ear. “The way you jumped in and took charge did…things…to me, Maude.” His let his hand glide lower and lower, halting when he reached the spot where the waistband of my underwear should be. He felt around with his fingers, over my hip, diving quickly down into the crease of my left buttock then back up to my waist, gripping me just a smidge too hard.

I met his gaze, noting his narrowed eyes and the way his tongue darted out over and over to lick his lips. I smirked and whispered back. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I forgot to mention that I’m not wearing any panties. They sorta fell off back at the house and are lying on the bathroom floor, all alone and unloved.” The hand on my waist began to shake as we reached the staff room and he began breathing deeply as he attempted to keep his shit together. And round two of Friday’s Titillation Tease goes to…me.

Tom spent nearly two hours taking selfies, videos, signing anything the girls could get their hands on, and answering their seemingly unlimited supply of questions. The giant cup of tea I’d had on the ride over had finally hit my bladder, and I excused myself and went off in search of the bathrooms. There was only a one, unisex, located all the way on the other side of the store, tucked into an alcove deep in the stacks. Nice and roomy, too. I envisioned Tom fucking me up against the wall, then scolded myself for my blatant lack of restraint as I texted him precisely what I’d been thinking while I walked back to the staff room.

Roger had come back to check on them, which Tom took as an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He was hugging each of the girls goodbye in turn as they left the room, saving Alaini for last. She rested her head on his chest, facing me, and mouthed ‘he smells like a FOREST’ while hugging him tightly. Up until that moment, I hadn’t been sure whether she recognized me or not. She stepped back and looked at both of us.

“This has been, like, the best day of my life. I can never thank you enough.” Her eyes shone with tears. “Would it be okay if I took a picture of you guys together?”

I smiled. “Of course. But I think it would be better if you were in it, too.” We posed, and Tom held out her phone to get the shot. I was entering my Prosper email address into her phone so she could send me a copy and she was putting hers in mine so I could send her the video from earlier when she cleared her throat.

She looked up shyly. “Um, I don’t mean to be rude or get in your business or anything, but I was just, you know, wondering…” She swallowed. “Are you guys, like, a couple?”

Tom grinned. “Is it that obvious?”

Her brow furrowed. “Well, you know, I saw what you posted on Twitter yesterday and I was like, hmm, and I know you guys work together and now seeing you in person…yeah. It’s pretty obvious, I guess.”

Tom took my hand. “Yes, Alani. Maude isn’t just my social media manager…she’s my girlfriend as well. And can I let you in on a little secret?” She nodded, awestruck. “When you saw us here on Monday, that was the very first time we met. So you played a rather important role in what turned out to be the best day of my life so far.”

I kissed his cheek. “Mine too, Alani.”

Alani flopped onto the nearest chair, clutching her hands to her chest. “That. Is. So. Romantic.” She leapt back up and hugged me. “We all want him for ourselves, but if he has to be with someone else, I’m really glad it’s you.”

I patted her on the back. “Thank you. Hearing you say that means so much…honestly, I don’t have the words to express properly how it made me feel.” We let go of each other, and she made her way back to the desk.

I turned to Tom. “I need to hit the bathroom again before we head out.” He nodded and followed my lead. He didn’t mention my text, and I assumed he hadn’t read it yet. We didn’t see another soul on the way there, and the stacks outside the alcove were deserted as well. I recalled my vision of Tom fucking me against the bathroom wall and decided this was going to be my shining moment of public indecency. I opened the door, stepped in, then turned around to face him, left eyebrow raised.

“Want to join me?” I licked my lips. He barged past me into the bathroom, fingers already working to unbuckle his belt.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I locked the door, then did a 180. He held his fully engorged cock in his right hand, stroking it, catching any drips with his left. “I do believe I need to put this somewhere immediately so I don’t make a terrible mess on the floor.”

I bit my bottom lip as I tilted my head to the side. “I think I’ve got just the place for it.”

He ceased his stroking in order to back me up against the wall, growling in my ear. “Oh yes. You most certainly do.” He bent his knees as he lifted the front of my dress up to my waist, and I wrapped my leg around his, grinding my dripping pussy against him while I rubbed my clit. He groaned, and I slipped my glistening finger into his mouth. He sucked on it, and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance and his hands cupping my ass, his full weight on me, pressing me firmly against the cool tile.

He was panting. “Put your other leg around me and your arms around my neck.” I did the latter, but scoffed at the former.

“Um, there is no way in hell you’re going to be able to hold me up.”

He leaned forward to stare into my eyes, and his expression made me whimper. “Leg. Up. Now. Please.” As I complied he sheathed himself fully. I tried to bite back a ridiculously loud moan but was only partially successful. His mouth met mine, tongues dancing around each other. He pulled back.

“Maude, my apologies, but once I start moving I fear I’m going to last all of thirty seconds. If I’m fortunate.”

I clamped down on him. He began thrusting wildly, and I focused all my energy on not coming before he did. I was doing well until he started whispering in my ear using his Loki voice.

“Give in, mortal. Come for me. I know you’ve dreamed of this, me fucking into you for all I’m worth, you pinned against the wall, unable to sway those mesmerizing hips and have your way with me as you ride my cock to find your own selfish pleasure.”

He pounded into me, almost savagely, and as he felt my walls begin to flutter he put his hand over my mouth.

“Not. A. Sound.” I came, my scream trapped beneath his hand, the wet sounds of him moving in and out of me echoing eerily off the bathroom walls. “That’s it. Look at you, coming and coming all over my cock. So, so beautiful.”

He let his hand drop, and I could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic as I stared at him, his face red, jaw clenched, the veins on his neck standing out with his exertion. His head tipped back, fingers digging into the underside of my thighs, and his entire body shuddered as he orgasmed, come spurting hot inside me. I let my legs slide down one at a time, planting my feet as firmly as I possibly could despite the fact that they felt like they were made of Jell-O.

He rested his head on my shoulder, and I rubbed his back. “I guess this means you got my text after all.” I felt him nod. “Well, if this is what not wearing underwear gets me, I’m never putting on another fucking pair ever again.”

We both laughed, quickly cleaned ourselves up, and I peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. Still not a soul around, and we said a final goodbye to Alani on our way out and proceeded to walk back to the Jeep. We sat for a while, neither of us feeling quite capable of driving.

He leaned over to kiss me, hand on the back of my neck, grinning as he pulled away. “I’m famished. Want to grab something to eat before we head back?”

“You already know the answer to that.” I noticed the street getting a bit congested, a small pack of women heading in our direction and what appeared to be a local news crew up the road a bit…I pulled out my phone and checked Alani’s Twitter feed. She’d posted the photo of all of us.

Here’s me just a little while ago with Tom Hiddleston and his girlfriend, Maude. He smells like a pine forest, and she’s super nice. #bestdayever, #thankyoutomandmaude

I showed it to him. “I’m thinking maybe we should stop somewhere a little further down the road. You?”

He started the Jeep, put it in first and stalled it as he tried to pull away from the curb, and then again on his second try. He smiled at me sheepishly. “Perhaps you’d better drive.”

“Gee, ya think?” We got out and switched places. I shook my head. “What a newb.”

He crossed his arms. “I am not a newb. I’m just out of practice is all.”

I patted his thigh as we got to the highway. “Right. Rusty stick skills. I remember.”

He chortled. “Yours remain top notch though, my love.”

I smiled smugly. “They do, don’t they?”

He raised his index finger. “Although, technically, you didn’t actually make use of them this go round, did you?”

“I’ll make up for it next time.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Well I’d fucking hope you’d hold me to it. That’s the whole point.” I saw a McDonald’s sign in the distance. “Dude, I want some French fries in the WORST way. And a chocolate milkshake. You game?’

“I most certainly am.”

“If you behave I’ll let you have my cherry.”

“Bit late for that, isn’t it?”

“How rude.”

“Perhaps. But true.”

“Not entirely true.”

“What do you mean, not entirely true?”

I turned off the highway and into the parking lot. The drive through line was mobbed, but the lot itself was relatively empty. “I mean that the fact that it’s a bit late for you to have my cherry is only partially correct.”

He stared at me as I engaged the parking brake, puzzled, then shook his head. “I’m not following.”

The left corner of my mouth scrunched up in mock irritation. “Really? Are you sure?” He shrugged, palms up. “Think about all we’ve…done.”

“Maude.”

“Good. Now think about what we haven’t done.” I gave him a few moments to review, watching his face closely so I’d see it dawn on him. 3…2…1…aaaannndd there it was. His jaw slackened, hips lifting almost imperceptibly. “That’s right. I’ve played around, sure, but as far as actually having a cock in my ass…nope. Which means, technically, my anal cherry is still intact.”

He covered his face with his hands, groaning, but said nothing.

I went in for the kill. “So, Thomas…tell me. Would you like my cherry?”

Shaking his head, face still hidden, he spoke in a low voice. “Maude.” He paused, remaining silent for quite some time, seemingly avoiding my question. I wondered if I’d overstepped some sort of boundary, pushing him too far.

My mind was racing, and I frowned. “Wow. I’m really sorry, Tom.”

He uncovered his face to take my hand, gazing at me with eyes full of concern. “Whatever for?”

“Because I put you on the spot there and just assumed it’s something you’d want to participate in. I didn’t stop to think that it’s something that might not be up everyone’s alley.” I rolled my eyes. “That didn’t come out…shit…DAMN. Anyway, that was incredibly presumptuous and I apologize for letting myself get so carried away. Please don’t feel like it’s something you have to…”

He leaned in to kiss me forcefully, covering my entire mouth with his, tongue darting over my lips, then pulled away before I could fully engage. “May I answer your question now?”

I shook my head. “Tom, you don’t need…”

“I know I don’t need to, but I WANT to. My answer is, with undeniable certainty, yes. Please accept my apology for not answering straight away. I’m afraid I was too busy thinking about how deliciously tight you’re going to feel around me and then I remembered that you aren’t wearing panties and it was all I could do to stop myself from dragging you onto my lap and fucking you right here in the McDonald’s parking lot.”

His eyes met mine, nostrils flaring, pupils blown wide open. Never before had I been able to do this to a man, make him want me so desperately using nothing but words. He squeezed my hand.

“That you’d trust me with something so intimate, bequeathing me such a precious gift, wishing to share something that you’ve not yet experienced with another, is…I’m honored, humbled, awestruck…so very many things.” He smiled timidly. “I’ve never been someone’s first anything before.”

My brows shot up, but I managed to keep my mouth shut.

“Maude, there’s something I’d like to ask you, but…”

“Shoot.”

“All right. This may be terribly intrusive, and feel free to not answer it if you don’t feel comfortable doing so, but…knowing what I do about you, sexually, I’m…surprised…that you…erm, never…anyway, I suppose I’m just wondering why.”

I sighed. Good job, Maude. This is what you get for trying to be a seductress.

“Long story short, you’re only the fourth person I’ve been intimate with. The first two were before I was twenty and not even remotely interested in such a thing. By the third I was very interested, but things fell apart before it happened.” I put my arms on the steering wheel and rested my forehead on them for a moment, then raised my head and turned to him. I couldn’t quite read the expression on his face.

“Okay, I’m not sure if that look means ‘I didn’t need to hear that’ or ‘wow, only three, what a loser’.”

He shook his head. “It’s neither. Well, maybe a bit of the first one, because the idea of you being with someone else is much more unpleasant than I would have imagined, but…it was mostly surprise that such an incredibly beautiful, intelligent, hilarious woman wouldn’t have men lining up to be with her.”

“Thomas. Stop being so fucking wonderful, won’t you? Christ. There was no line, believe me. I’ve always been at least a little chubby, but after I moved to New York I put on a huge amount of weight. There are reasons for that, but that’s another story for another time. By 2003 I was tipping the scales at two hundred and forty-seven pounds. I’ve always been a confident person, and I honestly never cared what anyone else thought about the way I looked, but…you know what I’m getting at here, I think. In late 2008 I started feeling like shit, and Anne, who’d nearly died due to undiagnosed diabetes in 2003, pushed me to see a doctor. Sure enough, that was the problem. It was early, and resolvable with lifestyle modifications. So, I kicked myself in the ass, and over the next year I lost more than eighty pounds, and that was when I…a woman in her sexual prime, in the best shape of her life…met number three. God bless him…I was on a mission, making up for lost time and he could barely keep up with me. One time I actually thought he was going to need an ambulance…sheese, why I am telling you this? Yikes. Sorry. Lord knows I don’t want to hear anything like it from you.” I unbuckled my seat belt. “Let’s pretend this never happened and go get those milkshakes, m’kay?”

He grabbed my arm as I opened the door, and I turned to meet his gaze. “I…Maude…I just…you are…everything about you…” He shook his head. “I fall deeper in love with you with every passing moment.”

“Right back atcha, baby.” He laughed. “Yeah. No way I was going to try and out-eloquent you there. Waste of time and energy.”

We went inside, his arm around my shoulders, and ordered two Happy Meals when we saw the new toys were Minions. Neither of us could resist playing with them as we ate. Tom went back for a Big Mac and chicken nuggets, which I shared. He stuck his fingers in through the lid of my milkshake, deftly picking up the cherry and popping it in his mouth, a huge smile on his face.

We both used the bathroom, separately, and as we were walking back to the Jeep I heard the voice of a young boy.

“Mom, Mom! That man over there! That’s the man you’re always looking at on your computer!”

A woman replied to him. “Mason, what are you talking ab…?” And with that, I knew she’d seen Tom. I pulled at his shirt, and he looked down at me and nodded. We turned around and waved. The woman was about my age, maybe a little older, and she looked like she might die of embarrassment when she realized we’d overheard their conversation. Tom strode over, hand extended.

“Hi there. Tom Hiddleston. And you are?” She moved as if in a trance, hand out, and he grasped it gently and shook.

“I…uh…um…Sarah. I’m Sarah. And this is my son, Mason.”

Tom beamed and shook Mason’s hand as well. “Lovely to meet you both.”

Sarah reached into her purse, dug around and pulled out a Coriolanus program. She cleared her throat. “I heard that you’d be on the island and I’ve been carrying this with me, you know, just in case.”

He took it from her. “Were you in attendance?”

Mason piped up. “We flew all the way across two oceans so she could go see your show. I saw Big Ben. It was really cool.”

Sarah was bright red. “I saw it twice, actually, but didn’t have time to stay after.”

Tom pulled a sharpie out of his back pocket. “May I?”

She grinned. “Please do.” He signed his name, as well as a message. ‘Sorry to have missed you there, but better late than never. Glad to finally have met you. XO’”

As he handed it back to her he asked if she’d like a picture with him. He introduced us, and I volunteered to do the honors so Mason could squeeze in as well. I gave him my Minion to keep him occupied while I took some shots of just Sarah and Tom. He held it up to give it back to me when I handed Sarah back her phone.

“Nope, buddy, that’s yours now.” I held out my hand to Tom and he put his toy in it. “In fact, you can have Tom’s too. This way he gets to stay with his friend and won’t be lonely.” He thanked me so quietly I could barely hear him, eyes full of wonder at what to an adult was such a small gesture.

Tom hugged them both goodbye, and Sarah embraced me as well. She smiled at my surprise. “Thank you, both of you, so much.”

Tom put his arm around my waist as we walked the rest of the way back to the Jeep, placing a quick kiss on the top of my head.

“It is my personal opinion that you’re a much kinder, gentler person than you’d like everyone to believe.”

I sighed. “Yeah, yeah. And it’s all your fucking fault, too.”

#your light in the mist #chapter 11

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Hiking with Tracy 2021: Weeks 4 and 5. The block and bounce back.

A new first everyone. WRITER’S BLOCK. I am two weeks behind because I could not find the right words to say. I just stared at the screen with nothing coming to mind. Blank stares. Crickets chirping. Where do I start? That pesky question again. Perhaps if I talk about what ails me, I can push through. Complaining! Now, THAT’S the ticket! You can always find something to complain about, right? Well, writer’s block ailed me. It’s real and added to the will to give up. I told a lot of people about this blog. I don’t think they’re reading it, but maybe they will?? I can’t give up now...can I?

After a sluggish third week defined by minor depression and the will to give up, Weeks 4 and 5 can be described as the “the bounce back”. I was able to brush off those negative thoughts from that red devil that sits on your shoulder and whispers in your ear: You’ll never do it. Give up loser!

I flung that sucker to the ground.

But on its heels came another realization. I’m almost 50. In July I will hit that top of the hill milestone. My knees are the ones reminding me. They’re not hurting, they ache. That red devil I flung climbed right back on and clung to my knees. But fear not, I did not get discouraged! I listened. When your body talks, time to listen carefully. My knees were saying, they’re proud of me and they like the direction I’m going. BUT, you are older, you are overweight and perhaps you had too much, too fast and you’re overplaying your part. Thanks Jerry. So I’m pulling back on the running and hikes during the week. I’m not getting upset if I don’t make my 10,000 steps everyday. I’m easing into the weekend, where I will continue to take longer, more strenuous hikes. AND because it is 2021 there is modern technology, which means I have help. I purchased a set of compression knee braces! Yup, that’s exciting news these days. Keeps these kneecaps in place without being too uncomfortable. Another piece of equipment I’m finally using are my hiking sticks. Compliments of my bestest friend Laura. She purchased these sticks for me last year for my birthday because she knows I enjoy hiking. Seemed like a great gift. Except I have been hesitant to use them. Bob & Charlotte are mercilessly making fun of me for even thinking of using them. I guess I look “elderly”. My knees politely remind me that I am elderly. In nature they are a god send. It’s winter in Northern California, which means lots of rain and slippery mud on the trails. These sticks come in handy for sure.

Week 4, I headed back down to Lake Chabot in Castro Valley. A beautiful overcast day spent with my daughter Charlotte and our volleyball family, Odessa and her daughter Veronica. Odessa has joined Noom with me and Char & V are about to start volleyball again now that the shutdown has opened slightly. What better way to get everyone in shape by taking them on a 9 mile hike? After 4.5 miles the realization of 9 miles started to hit the ladies. Luckily at this point we might as well continue on, since it’s the same distance! My aggressive hiking scheme had snagged more victims. But these ladies didn’t bat an eye. The girls kept up and Odessa is a brisk walker; I found myself trying to catch up to her! We also had an incredible discovery. A deceased bobcat on the side of the trail. Sorry, didn’t take a photo of that one. It was starting to decompose. But it was big! Not mountain lion big, but medium size dog big. Pretty cool. It validated Odessa bringing a kitchen knife for our safety (that’s another story).

That was Saturday. On Sunday, I did another “reconnaissance” mission. I met Sarah at Inspiration Point/Tilden Park. It’s one of my April hikes. You enter from the east, through the town of Orinda. Great views of Mt. Diablo to the east and the rest of the bay to the west. It stretches from Berkeley, Tilden Regional Park to Richmond, Wildcat Canyon Regional Park. Today, it was packed. People are definitely spending their time outside. Cyclists making their way up the hill, clogging traffic. Parking lot filled to the max. Crazy thing is both Sarah & I found parking spots right away. It was a gorgeous day. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this hike come April. Sarah and I went a mile in and then turned around. We found a great bench with a view of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. Breathtaking. It was beyond lovely and we were able to catch up. Since the pandemic started, being around other humans is far and few between. We were privy to a Cooper’s Hawk calling to its mate and the mate popping out of nowhere. I know it was a Cooper’s Hawk because I am now happily birdie nerdy with my local bird smartphone app. I was able to remember a few details that Sarah & I noticed about the feather coloring under their wings. I had to go through a few hawk species but as soon as the app played the call, I knew what it was. A Cooper’s Hawk has a very distinct call. Get yourself the smartphone app Merlin Bird ID. Great stuff.

Since we only did two miles Sunday morning, I wanted to get in some more hiking time. Because as Bob says “I’m in some weird aggressive extreme hiking stage”. Why fight it? Let’s see where this takes me. I drove up to Skyline Blvd, which is right up the hill from the house. Parking at Redwood Regional Park and that stretch of Skyline Blvd has a CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY amount of people. I’m not sure I would want to live across the street from that parking lot. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I continued to head south on Skyline when I came to another (back) entrance to the park. It’s identifiable by the cool red single family home that resembles a farm house. Whoever lives there, you lucky bastard. It’s precious.

Abby joined me and we headed down towards the creek below the canopy of the giant redwoods. First thing to do when you’re among those giants is to breathe. The Bay Area just experienced a strong wind storm during the past week. It was as if a tornado had torn through the trees. The debris covering the trail was immense. Too many downed trees to count. Stunning. Walking among these trees is a peaceful affair, I cannot imagine it being terrifying enough to create such damage. Majestic with vibrant colors from the recent rains, they’re so alive. I never wear headphones. I want to hear them lightly sway back and forth. I ended up adding another 4 miles up a steep incline to my day. I was back and on the right track.

Saturday week 5 started among a man made giant. I was going to walk the Bay Bridge to Yerba Buena Island bike/hike trail. It’s 3 miles up and 2.9 miles back and a really cool perspective. Usually you’re not able to stop at this location in the bay, you’re driving 60 mph. It’s a great view but very loud. Skyline mom Carole joined me today. She had never walked it before. Highly recommend. But be prepared to wear headphones or listen very intently to your walking partner. The view makes up for any difficulty hearing. The way to Yerba Buena Island is a gradual incline. Not too bad while walking. Riding a bike might prove to be challenging. And once you make it up to the Island, there’s a nice resting spot to take in the view facing the East Bay Hills. They’re still building the path that is to lead around the Island and down to Treasure Island. THAT will be a super cool hike once it’s all said and done. There’s also the Coast Guard headquarters at the base of the bridge tunnel. Great basketball court.

I may keep my weekend hikes mellow next week. Give those knees a break. Happy Chinese New Year! Happy Mardi Gras!

Let’s shake 2020 off us and start anew. Work hard to refresh our souls. Till next week and I'll leave you with a bit of wisdom I read on my tea bag this morning “Gratitude is not about what is received; it’s about how you receive what is there.” I appreciate all of you and being able to do this.

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'The Bachelor' season premiere recap: Arie begins his race to the altar

Arie Luyendyk Jr. is racin’ to find a wife. (Photo: ABC)

Warning: This recap of the season premiere of The Bachelor contains spoilers.

Do elderly former reality stars deserve love, too? It’s a question that I fear will never be answered to our true satisfaction, rose lovers, but darn it if this season of The Bachelor isn’t going to try. Having resurrected former The Bachelorette runner up Arie Luyendyk Jr. from his death of real estate and mid-level racing obscurity, producers hope to break new ground with the first-ever grey-haired Bachelor… just not the one you were expecting.

Now that he’s had five years to heal his wounded heart, Arie is ready for “the most important race of his life”: finding a wife in nine short, heavily-produced weeks.

Man, is this previously-on recap still going on?

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We get it, guys — Emily crushed Arie’s heart. But we’ve got 29 new “ladies” who want to get in his drivers’ seat, so how about we get this show on the road?

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Sigh. Fine, let Sean and Catherine Lowe, the First Couple of Bachelor Nation, impart some “wisdom” to their single friend — and give their little boy Samuel something to talk about when he meets up with friends Ty (season 13), Ricki (Bachelorette, season 8), and Camila (season 18) in their weekly Bachelor Spawn-Anon meetings.

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Hang in there, little buddy.

With the build-up over, Chris Harrison greets us at Casa Bachelor to introduce “some truly extraordinary women” who are ready to get wifed up. Robot roll call:

Chelsea, 29: Props to this single mom from Maine for not trotting out her little one, Sammy, for her intro package. The “real estate exec. assistant” also finds it “comforting” that her Bachelor is Arie, because he proved during Emily’s season that he’s not afraid to fake settle down with a woman and her child.

Caroline, 26: Another real estate professional! Though she’s “really good” at her job, Caroline says being a wife and mother is “at the top of my priority list.” Well, as that Rasta dude says at the end of Pretty Woman, “Some dreams come true, some don’t — but keep on dreamin’.”

Maquel, 23: This professional photographer from Utah is admittedly “jealous” of the happy couples she photographs… but not in a scary, Lifetime movie way, okay?

Nysha, 30: “The more blood, the better for me!” No, that’s not Nysha’s plan for eliminating her competition in the house — she’s a nurse, silly! One who likes patching up seriously-injured patients — and one who already took a Bachelor-approved Leap Of Faith™ by sky-diving for her 30th birthday.

Tia, 26: Living in the tiny town of Weiner, Arkansas means Tia and her friends have to “make our own fun” — like exercising their 2nd Amendment rights.

Tia’s got her gun.

Oh, look who it is!

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If you thought Tia seemed a little familiar, what with her long-layered dark locks and her Southern twang, that might be because she’s modeled after/a “good friend” of Bachelor Nation favorite (and fellow small-town Arkansas girl) Raven Gates. (And if you’re playing Bachelor bingo, be sure to stamp “Bachelor in Paradise shoe-in” on your scorecard.)

Kendall, 26: What does “weird” look like on The Bachelor? It’s tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and surrounded by stuffed animals.

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Yep, Kendall collects taxidermy, and her longest relationships tend to be with preserved animal carcasses, not human beings. Team Bachelor pushed things a little too far with the ukulele bit, though — now Kendall’s not only quirky, she’s annoying.

Bekah M.: Much has been made of Bekah, both for her short haircut — how did she even get in the door??? — and for the fact that she’s so young. Though producers are playing coy with her age, you don’t need a birth certificate to see that this girl is just that — a girl. Honestly, she looks like she could be a stand-in for one of the kids on Stranger Things.

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Marikh, 27: This stunningly beautiful woman co-owns an Indian restaurant with her mother and, even more impressively, she did not punch the producer who asked her to say this on camera:

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Krystal, 29: Oh man, why do bad shows happen to good people? Krystal is a fitness coach who volunteers distributing food to the homeless men and women of San Diego, because her younger brother is currently living on the streets. “I try to treat people how I would want someone to treat him,” she says through tears.

Enough humanity! Send in the chattle — bathed, perfumed and bronzed for Arie’s enjoyment!

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And the first “lady” out is… Caroline the realtor! She makes a cutesy joke about taking Arie “off the market,” and then beats a hasty retreat inside. Up next is Chelsea the single mom, followed by Kendall the token weirdo. Our first new face is Seinne, who works in real estate (Arie clearly has a type) and who’s also the first woman to bring Arie a gift: Elephant cufflinks. “An elephant never forgets, so don’t forget to find me inside,” Seinne says with a smile. Survey says? Just the right amount of cute.

Tia (who shall heretofore be known as Raven 2) hands Arie a small, plastic hot dog. “Please tell me you don’t already have a little wiener,” she drawls, as all the 7th grade boys who apparently produce this show crack up in the control room. Poor Arie, though, doesn’t quite seem to get the joke. “I do not have this,” he replies, holding up the trinket. “You did good.”

Next up is Bibiana, a fertility-minded executive assistant from Florida (“Oh my god, our babies would have blue eyes!”), followed by Bri, a sports reporter who greets Arie by tossing him a literal softball. Jenny the 25-year-old blonde gets the intro brush-off in favor of Brittane J., who decides to mark her territory by slapping a bumper sticker on Arie’s behind.

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Jacqueline the research coordinator assures Arie all he has to do is “stand there and look pretty,” but Krystal disagrees: She commands Arie to close his eyes, take some deep breaths, and “reflect on feeling so grateful for everything leading to this moment.” (I suspect that somewhere, Peter Kraus is taking some much-needed deep breaths too.)

Nysha bucks convention by opting for a cocktail length dress rather than a gown, while Valerie the brunette waitress opts for a canary-yellow number that contrasts sharply with the purple undertones of her hair. Team Bachelor intercuts all the less showy arrivals with shots of the “ladies” in the house shifting nervously in their seats every time a new woman enters the mansion. Except for Chelsea, that is: “I’m not worried,” she sniffs. “There’s [sic] no threats.”

Bekah makes the first thematically-mandated auto entrance of the evening, driving up in a cherry red Mustang convertible. “I may be young,” she tells Arie, “but I can still appreciate something classic.” Translation:

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And he LOVES it. “She is so beautiful,” he whispers as Bekah bounces inside.

Jenna, the 28-year-old social media manager, can’t stop waving her arms around during her introduction to Arie; Jessica the TV host emerges from the limo clutching something called a “gratitude rock,” which sounds like a hotel gift shop trinket — but points for effort, I guess? Marikh the restaurant owner goes back to the spice well, joking about Arie’s “salt and pepper” hair, and then we get a brief glimpse of Olivia, a 23-year-old marketing associate from Chicago.

Becca K. (not to be confused with Bekah with a k) instructs Arie to get down on one knee and ask her if she’s “ready to do the damn thing.”

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Is it me, or does long-suffering Arie seem a little annoyed? “That was a first for me,” he mutters drily to the camera, fishing Becca’s ring from his coat pocket like he can’t get it away from him fast enough. And still the limos keep coming.

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A second social media manager? Perhaps that’s the new “VIP Cocktail Waitress.” Next up is Lauren J. from Louisiana, who one-ups Raven 2 and her plastic wiener by giving Arie some giant balls (in the form of Mardi Gras beads). But the Laurens aren’t done with us yet, folks.

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And remarkably, they’re not all blonde.

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The “Lauren Limo” tops out at four, and so it’s on to Ashley and her checkered flag; Brittany T., who attempts to say “You’re handsome” in Dutch (a language Arie speaks fluently); and Amber, who makes a memorable first impression by telling the Bachelor about one drawback of owning a spray-tan company:

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But honestly, rose lovers, Amber’s ice-breaker is Emily Post-level conduct compared to Ali the personal stylist dreams up:

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It’s a “pit stop”! Get it? Because he’s a racecar driver? Yeah, let’s just move on.

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Okay, Annaliese, your joke about Arie’s “kissing bandit” nickname is cute, but talk to me when you’ve kept that mask on for days, like Jeff from Ashley’s season of The Bachelorette.

The deafening roar of an engine precedes our next arrival. “No she didn’t!” gasps one of the women watching from inside the mansion, as Maquel climbs out of an IndyCar. Honestly, did they really think Bekah was going to be the only contestant who showed up on wheels? The other bachelorettes are so annoyed by Maquel’s flashy entrance, they park themselves right in the shot as she introduces herself to Arie.

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Simmer down, “ladies” — your probably-not future husband is making his way inside right this very minute. Chelsea tries to offer him a drink, but Arie’s too focused on making his welcome speech sound as earnest as possible.

Awkward.

An off-camera producer mouths something like “take the damn drink, you moron” at Arie, and he pauses to accept the glass from Chelsea. “See, I’m already messing up!” moans our Bachelor with a chuckle.

Seeing that Chelsea already had the pimp spot, is it any wonder that she’s the first one to “steal” Arie for a chat? “I’m not a rude person,” she says. “But I want to get to know him quickly so I can proceed with the rest of my life, possibly with him.” As we saw from her introduction, Chelsea’s whole shtick is being “mysterious” — which mainly means talking about herself in the past perfect tense, like “there have been some sacrifices that were made.” And he LOVES it. “Chelsea’s very good at leaving me wanting a little bit more,” he says. “It’s working.”

Unfortunately for Chelsea, she barely has time to drape Arie in her shimmering veil of mystery before Maquel shows up and politely asks to cut in. Though Maquel could not have been nicer about it, Chelsea immediately begins swanning around the house complaining about “the girl that makes all the noise,” who interrupted her time with Arie. This, coupled with all the other snotty things we’ve seen Chelsea say so far tonight, makes it pretty clear that she’s getting the Villain Edit. And by “Villain Edit,” I mean that cameras have captured Chelsea being bitchy several times, and producers have opted to use that footage.

Perhaps producers were focusing so much on Chelsea’s rude behavior because so many of the other women are actually being… nice to each other? Here they are sharing their feelings on interracial relationships:

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And here they are bonding over the fact that, OMG, they’re on the freakin’ Bachelor!

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Meanwhile, the get-to-know-you chats are proceeding apace. Brittany T. challenges Arie to a battery-operated car race…

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…and even though her victory is totally fraudulent, she still claims her prize: The night’s first kiss. Cue the “nervous ladies start steppin’ up their game” montage! Kendall serenades Arie with an original ukulele composition about roses and fish; Caroline brings Arie some pizza (which looks like it was sitting out on the craft services table for a while, but again, points for effort); and Lauren G. shoves some fruit in Arie’s mouth and informs him that “pineapple” is her safe word.

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Jenna the social media manager gives Arie a socks-off foot massage while blathering on about her “super-in-tune” senses and all the free food and “spa stuff” she gets on a regular basis. For some reason, Arie finds this whole flibbertigibbet act “intriguing” — it might have something to do with Jenna being a tall skinny blonde, but that’s just a guess.

Oh snap, look who’s here.

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The first impression rose means that the clock (biological and otherwise) is ticking. Form an orderly line, “ladies” — and then watch as Chelsea cuts to the front. “I understand that I’m in a sea of beautiful women and they could possibly get mad at me,” she explains, “but I don’t care.” Arie doesn’t seem to mind, either.

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“You snuck up on me there, but I liked it,” he murmurs after their face-mash time. Will Chelsea’s surprise smooch top Jenny’s graphite portrait of Arie in a sports car? Or Jessica’s reveal that her late father met Arie and rooted for him on the race track? Or Bekah’s flirtatious, short-haired joie de vivre?

Yes. Yes, it will.

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Clink clink clink! Here comes Chris Harrison and his Butter Knife of Bad News. “Ladies,” please proceed to the rose ceremony… as soon as you’re done with your coffee.

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Indeed, the sun is beginning its arc across the sky over Casa Bachelor when Arie finally begins handing out roses. Becca K., Marikh, Kendall, Lauren G., Krystal, Bekah M., Lauren S., Seinne, Caroline, Brittany T., Bibiana, Annaliese, Jenna, Valerie, Jacqueline, Jenny, Lauren B., Ashley, Tia, Maquel, and Chelsea are still in the running to become America’s Next Top Fiancée. Which means this is goodbye for Ali, Amber, Bri, Brittnae J., Jessica, Lauren J., Nysha and Olivia.

Emotionally drained and exhausted from the all-nighter, poor Jessica takes the rejection the hardest — but her tears are more for her father than the Bachelor. “Now my dad will never meet my husband,” she says sadly. (Remember kids: It’s never a bad time to call your parents to say “I love you.”) Amber the spray-tan proprietor is pretty crushed, too. “I’m so disappointed in myself,” she says in a wobbly voice. “I had, like, my family rooting so hard for me. I feel like they’re going to be disappointed, you know?” Focus on the positive, honey: They didn’t disown you for going on The Bachelor, so they’ll probably forgive you, someday, for getting kicked off.

Wow, have we made it to the “this season on The Bachelor” preview already? Man, those two hours just flew by. As usual, the super-tease has a stellar crying montage.

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Oh, and how about that disembodied voice barking “I don’t want to be on the show! I want my girl!” at a producer toward the end of the preview? Any guesses on which “lady” that riled-up beau belongs to? (I’m going with Raven 2 or Krystal.)

Congrats on getting through week 1, rose lovers! Now tell me, did Arie meet your (lowered) expectations? Post your thoughts now! And be sure to check out Chris Harrison’s behind-the-scenes blog here.

The Bachelor airs Mondays at 8 p.m. on ABC.

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rinnnyxr · 3 years

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PREP I am a cheerleader I'm popular I say like alot I love the color pink I own/want little dogs I am snobby I go to an girls school I own a Designer bag I'm rich I wear fast fashion Total: 5

JOCK I play 2 or more school sports I wear sweats to school regularly I’m picking my college based on athletics rather than education My hair is always in a ponytail I play a summer sport I have a favorite team for every sport I have been injured while playing a sport I’m the captain of a team I play on I have been in the paper for athletic excellence before The only reason I care about grades is so I can play on the team Total:1

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GOTHIC I wear all black I worship Satan I listen to metal I do a lot of drugs

I don’t smile I hate sunshine I’m as pale as a ghost I have worn black lipstick before All preps should die Death is all I think and talk about Total: 2

NERD I get/got straight A’s I am/was teacher’s pet I’m not very popular I snort when I laugh I wear thick glasses I’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend If I get a B, I’ll just die My life is school, and that’s where it ends My main goal in life is to win an award such as the Nobel Prize I love school and get sad when summer break gets here Total: 2

DRUGGIE Name a drug, and I’ve either done it or want to do it Life is better high I don’t care about my grades Pot doesn’t even affect me anymore Hell yeah, they should legalize pot Drugs make everything funny I get high every day I’m a dealer I have stolen something to get money for drugs I own clothing with a pot leaf on it Total: 0

SLUT I have had more than 5 sexual partners Girl, guy, doesn’t matter, as long as they’re pleasing me I don’t need to have a boyfriend to have sex I have had a one night stand I talk openly about sex I have a favorite position I own sex toys I’ll get naked with anyone who asks I’ve gotten naked on a webcam/sent naked pics to someone before I lost my virginity before I was in high school Total: 7

TEASE I’m a virgin, but people think I’m a slut I wear low cut shirts on purpose I flirt with anyone I kiss boys a lot, then stop when things start to heat up I have worn a thong with a miniskirt I have flashed someone I have made out with a girl, but I’m not a lesbian/bisexual I let people think I’m more experienced than I am I have been called a tease by more than 2 people I’ve lied about sexual experiences Total: 4

GIRLY GIRL I have been in love Makeup is an art Vintage is love Romance movies are the best I’m really emotional I have a soft spot for animals I always smell good I prefer to be called 'pretty’ or 'beautiful’ rather than 'hot’ or 'sexy’ I can’t wait to grow up and start a family Total: 4

ECLECTIC People think I’m weird, just because I’m not boring I have a different sense of style that is honestly completely my own I mix patterns that most people would say didn’t match I wear lots of different jewelry at once I shop at stores most people haven’t heard of, or don’t shop at I own outfits from a thrift store I have worn something of my grandmother’s I hate to look like everyone else No one has heard of the music I listen to It’s hard to copy my style, not that most people would want to Total: 1

TREND FOLLOWER I have worn Uggs sometime in the last 6 months I wear leggings under my skirt/dress I follow the latest trend My taste is whatever is popular I have tried to look like a certain celebrity I will wear what is popular, even if I don’t really like it I had a rubber wristband to match every outfit (such as a yellow LiveStrong band) I owned a poncho when they were popular I had a MySpace just because everyone else had one I am not my own person Total: 2

GANGSTER I only listen to rap I own a gun I call people 'bro’ or 'fam’ I don’t talk proper English I have a shitty car but an amazing stereo I own bling I’m really, really loud I wear oversized clothes I wear South Pole I have been involved in a drive-by Total: .2

MY STEREOTYPE IS: Slut (LOL)

You are below 5’2”.

Your best school subject is English.

You play fast-pitch softball.

You have a cat(s).

You’re the youngest of your siblings.

Your parents are separated/divorced.

You have green eyes.

You stress out over everything.

Your best friend is of the opposite gender.

Your favorite season, by far, is summer.

You have an average body type.

You love high school wrestling.

Your favorite music genre is indie.

Spiderman is the best superhero.

You like Facebook more than Tumblr.

You own an iPhone.

Your favorite color is yellow.

If you could travel anywhere, it’d be to Australia.

You have read the “Pretty Little Liars” series.

You used to be obsessed with The Sims.

Your favorite holiday is the Fourth of July.

Your birthday falls between the 1st and the 10th of the month.

You don’t like to paint your nails.

You wear contacts/glasses/both.

You NEVER use “lol” only “haha, lmao, lmfao”.

You can’t wait for school to end.

You’ve lived in the same house for 10+ years.

You have had an expander.

You live in Pennsylvania.

You only wear black socks.

You are brunette.

One of your birthmarks is on your arm.

You worry for no reason.

Haunted houses terrify you.

You trust a lot of people without thinking.

You’re in love.

You love the Pittsburgh Penguins and/or Steelers.

You are a freshman. in college

You stay up past midnight on school nights.

You usually dress like a bum for school.

You don’t like to dance that much.

You are a virgin.

Your name begins with an S.

There are 5 letters or less in your last name.

Your favorite number is between 1 and 25.

You would love Monopoly if it didn’t take so long.

You have lost a friend recently.

You were with a boy last night.

You hate winter.

You have regrets.

You don’t like basketball.

You think sharks are sweet.

There’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be than the beach.

The person you like/love is 3-5 years older than you.

You have been in a relationship for over 6 months.

You don’t like horseback riding.

Something on you is sore.

You wish you could play the piano.

You think Urijah Faber is the most gorgeous man alive.

You can’t cook.

You are broke at the moment.

You like classic rock music.

You play volleyball.

You have managed a high school sports team.

You’re a little insecure about your body.

You hate hypocrites more than anything.

All you want to do is have fun.

You love pop-tarts.

You own a pair of off-brand Uggs.

Your favorite restaurant is TGI Friday’s.

You can speak some Spanish.

You’re not a huge fan of dogs.

You normally fall for athletes.

You want a tattoo.

People make fun of your height on a regular basis.

You like tie-dye.

Your favorite card game is Rummy, Bullshit, or Spit.

You favorite movie is an action movie.

You like to scan the radio.

You don’t mind your first sunburn of the year.

You only like snuggling if you REALLY like/love the person.

You have been inspired by a motivational speaker.

You still like coloring in coloring books.

You think relationships are hard.

You own at least one thing that’s Puma.

You eat when you’re bored.

You take long naps at the worst times.

You love stand up comedy.

You drink energy drinks.

You used to watch The Powerpuff Girls or Lizzie McGuire religiously

You own a pair of nike or adidas slip ons.

You could eat pizza anytime.

You have plans tonight.

The person that you like/love has a first name beginning with M.

It is past 2pm right now.

You like Taylor Swift.

You are wearing something brown right now.

You have been to a drive in movie theater.

You are going on vacation this summer.

You have taken a picture of yourself today.

Your favorite store is PacSun.

Your most recent ex’s name begins with a J.

Your know somebody with the same middle name as you.

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engl4030-5030 · 5 years

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Modder's Spring Break Adventure (Birju) (Modder Map 3)

Gonna be really honest here, I pulled a straight Tom Hanks in the Cast Away. So if anyone know a good therapists or psychologist that I could talk to let me know. So lets dive into Modder and I’s spring break.

Day 1: 3/9

Modder and I decided to home for break, luck for us I only live 20 minutes away. Modder was upset because the only thing I let him touch in the home theater was the light controls. He wanted to watch the hallmark network, but with college basket ball the following week I decided to watch ESPN.

Day 2: 3/10

Yeah Modder wanted some beverages for the break and he decided that I would have to be the DD for the day while he got to drink. Although he said that he would bank roll the cost for the rest of the week so I agreed.

Day 3: 3/11

Modder found a hat in my apartment and said that he was keeping it. I did not say no, but I did not have the heart to tell him its the hat that you get from the tops of gin bottles that want to seem fancier and better than they actually are. I am happy that I do not have to find anything to add to Modder now.

Day 4: 3/12

Pretty normal day. Made some cookies and drank some more adult beverages.

Day 5: 3/13

Modder and I got invited to a Darty and guess who volunteered to be DD. What a great guy. Although, I saw him sneaking a shot while we were out so we Ubered home just to be safe.

Day 6: 3/14

Well Modder and I celebrated my birthday today. Turns out Modder can drink a lot and is able to hold his alcohol (do not let his height and weight fool you). He was six drinks deep before he stopped so good for him.

Day 7: 3/15

Turns out that someone can not hold their alcohol. Modder had a rough morning, afternoon, and early evening. He was really upset that he lost his hat because he feel naked without it.

Day 8: 3/16

Modder found his hat! It was under the table, but he also stole some of my Mardi Gras beads for St. Patrick’s weekend. I do not know how but he somehow convinced me to go McGurk’s to celebrate the start of the weekend with him and a few friends. He learned his lesson from two days ago and decided not to drink as much this time.

Day 9: 3/17

Modder was extremely excited about how the A-10 tournament went this week and would like whoever has him this week fly him out to San Jose for the first round of March Madness. Also, he would like someone to talk to the owners of the bar that is below my place and get him unbanned after he tried to fight the bartender.

Day 10: 3/18

Modder is upset that I can’t go out today because I have homework to do. He is also upset that I took the green beads away yesterday and told him that he has to keep the blue ones.

Day 11: 3/19

Someone is upset that I never captured his good side in any of the photos that I have posted. Also he is upset that he appears like an alcoholic throughout the week. I told him what happened this past week is the Spring Break college experience, but he did not believe me.

So being the passive scientist that I am. I decided to let Modder keep his hat because I think he look good in it and he will also be keeping the blue beads because SLU is in MARCH MADNESS. LET’S GO! I will admit nothing about Modder’s new gear has anything to do with this class, but I did not give him anything my roommate put the hat and beads on him.

#modder #submission

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saintedfury · 7 years

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tagged by @thirdstreetsam

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Soledad Amaranta Guerrero ALIAS : Boss, Jefaza, Furia, Sol AGE : 38 (as of this moment in Bossville) BIRTHDAY : August 8th ETHNIC GROUP : Latinx NATIONALITY : American LANGUAGE / S : English and Spanish, a bit of Russian SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Polygamous RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Currently in an open relationship with Eli Mitchell. Recently lost a long time lover, Troy Bradshaw, and even more recently mutually ended a relationship with Johnny CLASS : Working Class (No matter the size of her ‘bank account’ Furia is who she has always been. A Latina from Mission Beach and worked her ass off every day of her life--legitimately and not. HOME TOWN / AREA : Stilwater born and raised CURRENT HOME : Currently she only has a residence on Zin, her Bossville residence deteriorated and has not been restored. Though Eli has offered for her to come to the New Earth settlement in his dimension. PROFESSION : Racer, boost, gang leader, galactic emperor, formerly POTUS

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Jet Black, wavy and usually worn down. It’s currently regrown out to about her shoulders. EYES : Hazel, rimmed in green, with long lashes and a strong swooping brow NOSE : straight and defined, not quite buttonish, but rather unremarkable FACE : Triangular to Square, she has prominent cheekbones, a squarish jaw with a strong chin. LIPS : Average, but on the fuller side. Always painted in a blood red, which is really smudge-resistent. Though she’s not adverse to occasionally intentionally wearing a less kiss-proof version of the shade. COMPLEXION : Using this reference, her tone ranges from tawny to terra cotta, leaning toward the brown-red. BLEMISHES : She has the occasional dark freckle on her arms and back, but not many. SCARS : There are several across her knuckles. On her torso there are thin scars, both smooth and jagged, from gunshots and knife wounds. She’s got one that nearly traces her collar bone, but is really only noticeable when she has a tan--it goes silvery and almost seems to take on a ghastly glow. Most of them have faded by now. TATTOOS : A large ornate Fleur de lis on her right shoulderblade, a TS on her left hand, a chaos symbol at the top of her spine at her hairline, a fiery lion on her hip. A lovely ornate peacock has joined the mix, along with a wolf on her lower back. There is a small four leaf clover in black and white on her right ankle and a clever spider crawling across the inside of her right wrist. HEIGHT : 5′9″ WEIGHT : 132 lbs BUILD : Trim, defined but not toned. She has a dancer’s body. FEATURES : Long legs, ruby red lips, and a thick curtain of wavy ink black hair ALLERGIES : Bullshit USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long and loose, showing off her natural waves, which get curlier the shorter her hair is. USUAL FACE LOOK : Usually she has a welcoming look. Thankfully, she doesn’t suffer from resting bitch face, but that sultry pout gets her in trouble from time to time. USUAL CLOTHING : Furia is usually dressed quite posh. She even makes sloopy jeans and a t-shirt look dressy. She keeps her appearance up to a certain rather refined scale complete with stylish heels and boots, though of late she’s been veering back into baggy jeans, clunky work boots in purple, baggy hoodies, and bandanas (mainly for when she goes ‘writing’).

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Open water, boats, losing people she cares about, being the cause of the loss of those she cares about (either death or estrangement) ASPIRATION / S : Stealing every moment of happiness she can from the darkness of the world, as well as guiding the empire to autonomy. She’s rather hoping to steal a large chunk of time in the next four years to bask in the time Eli has left. POSITIVE TRAITS : Loyal, protective, playful NEGATIVE TRAITS : Can be incredibly self-destructive MBTI : ENFJ ZODIAC : Leo TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine SOUL TYPE / S : The Warrior, with a side of the Nurturer (x) ANIMALS : Lions, big cats, house cats VICE HABIT / S : Fighting (she’ll go to fight clubs, start brawls), alcohol, sex FAITH : None GHOSTS? : Yes, she’s felt haunted her entire life AFTERLIFE? : No. (Though she wants to hope that there is one, if only for the people she’s lost, and because of Eli’s threat to come back and see her after he’s gone.) REINCARNATION? : No. (She sees Talon as a special case. It’s not something available to normal people.) ALIENS? : Of course! POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Rather a mix of egalitarian and socialist ideals ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She is struggling to keep the empire in barter system, there are forces seeking to monetize the economy. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : She believes in the idea that equality is the trait that will allow the people of her empire the freedom to pursue liberty and happiness. EDUCATION LEVEL : Finished high school. Nearly completed her associate’s in accounting.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Martín Guerrero MOTHER : Angela Guerrero SIBLINGS : Memo, Maximo, Enrique & Emilio, Socorro, Gabriel EXTENDED FAMILY : Several aunts and uncles NAME MEANING / S : Soledad means solitude. After losing her parents and grandparents, she feared that her name might signify her fate. That thought still haunts her from time to time, especially lately with Troy’s death and her estrangement with Johnny. Amaranta means unfading, and Guerrero means warrior. HISTORICAL CONNECTION? : Only in Stilwater, her grandfather (Yayo) Alejandro ran a black market smuggling ring out of the Stilwater docks. He was careful and successful enough to remain unknown to officials in the city.

FAVOURITES.

BOOK : Persuasion by Jane Austen, maybe tied with Fantomina by Eliza Haywood MOVIE : Probably the Fast and the Furious movies--cars, races, chases, explosions, and fights. Hard to beat, or so she tells me. 5 SONGS : Alpha Female by Wild Beasts, Raise Hell by Dorothy, A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira, Bad Influence by P!nk DEITY : God, though the two had a falling out years ago, she chooses not to believe in him HOLIDAY : New Year’s & Mardi Gras MONTH : March, because it’s usually quite rainy SEASON : Winter PLACE : Anywhere, as long as she’s there with someone she loves WEATHER : Rainy or sunny SOUND : The powerful rumble of well-built engine SCENT / S : Spices, smoke TASTE / S : Caramel, spices, chiles, smoked meats and veggies, . FEEL / S : Lace, silk, denim, skin. ANIMAL / S : Lions, specifically lionesses NUMBER : 8 COLOUR : Black, white, purple, lavender.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Cooking and baking, drawing and ‘writing’, dancing, picking locks, driving, boosting cars BAD AT : Pistol accuracy, dealing with her own failures (particularly when she feels she’s failed the people closest to her), placing herself before the people she loves, TURN ONS : Confidence, fun loving nature, adventurousness, loyalty TURN OFFS : Lack of a sense of humor, taking oneself too seriously, lying/dishonesty HOBBIES : Dancing, graffiti, drawing, cooking (though not as much now that she doesn’t have a place in Bossville). TROPES : Lovable Rogue, Tomboy & Girly Girl (Though she fits both roles in her timeline), Sugar & Ice Personality (though few have witnessed her icy side) AESTHETIC TAGS : #Araña, #Seda y Encaje, #Dulce y Picante, #Veloz GPOY QUOTES : “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” -Oscar Wilde | “One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.” -Paulo Coelho | “Never waste a moment, it may be the last with someone you love.”

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Natalie Danish & herself ALT FC / S : I don’t know her name but the woman who is in the avatar square when posts from this blog show in the dashboard. OLDER FC / S : Haven’t really given it much thought. To be honest, I’m not sure she’ll make it to fifty or much past. YOUNGER FC / S : Again, I’ve posted a pic or two here and there, but of nameless folks. VOICE CLAIM / S : Rebecca Sanabria (the Latina VO actress from SR 2) Though Furia’s got a thicker accent than most, she never wanted or tried to lose it. Honestly, when I hear her voice in my head I hear deeper Latina voices like Sofia Vergara, Salma Hayek, and Maria Conchita Alonzo. GENDERBENT FC / S : Jason Momoa (who is also the FC for her brother Memo, they look very much alike).

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?

A1 : It would be some over dramatic mix of action and romance probably. There would probably be a lot of cars and skimpy lingerie. It’d likely have some corny name like Silk & Steel, or something foolish.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : It would be a mix of things you can dance to.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : I actually created Furia for a smut one shot. She was supposed to be a one trick pony and this happened.

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?

A4: She’s just this mix of serious and playful. It’s really her imperfections and faults that I enjoy the most.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : Oh, she can be quiet moody and self-destructive.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?

A6 : A love of music and caramel. And we’re both good cooks.

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : She thinks I really need to get out more

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : All of them! Really! Whether it’s something playful or character building. The interactions with everyone are always fun, and even the most innocent, calm, superficial interactions and draw out some of her history and pieces of her personality. Honestly, her interactions with other muses and characters has allowed me to develop Furia much more fully over the last several years.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Music, movies, prompts, RP, talking to other muns, reading, driving. And for some reason when I fall asleep, she tends to pop into my head some nights. It kills me because I always end up sitting up 5 or 6 times to jot down some idea that came to me as I was falling asleep.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : A few hours give or take.

Tagging @nightmareon3rdst, @thirdstreetshackles, @demonsaint, and anyone else who would like to participate as well. I just think most of the folks who I’d usually tag were either already tagged, tagged me, or completed it beforehand.

#Soledad Amaranta Guerrero #Headcanon #Meta #Character Sheet

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rebelminxy · 5 years

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Once a King, Always a King (Thursday)

Pairing: KingBacchus!Jensen x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 5398

Square Filled: Bed Sharing

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, Some Explicit Language, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving), Some Fluff, Smut, Unprotected Sex

A/N: So, first off, I have total respect for the Ackles family. I adore their family dynamic and this fic isn’t meant to offend them in any way whatsoever. This is purely written for fun and I send the Ackles family all the best positive vibes I have hoping they continue to be as happy as always. For this fic, Jensen is single. I got the idea after seeing a few videos of his time down here for Mardi Gras and seeing him dressed as the King of Bacchus at the parade. This is my eleventh square filled for @spnkinkbingo Feedback is welcomed and hope y’all enjoy it!

SERIES MASTERLIST

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“No freaking way, Jensen!”

Jensen looked up from his script when he saw (Y/N) running towards him, both hands holding on to the brush belt she had wrapped around her waist. Jensen smiled, knowing why she was excited.

“No freaking way you gonna be King of Bacchus! Why didn’t ya tell me bout this!?”

“I planned to but looks like someone beat me to it.” Jensen laughed in response at her excitement.

“Now, you know I live off Twitter for all my fandom needs.”

Jensen burst out laughing at her comment, her giggles joining his deep laugh. (Y/N) then began to talk about Mardi Gras, how excited she was for all this and how she wanted to bring him to certain places. Jensen got lost in her big beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes as she started explaining a few things, a “Tourists Not to Do List”.

(Y/N) (Y/L) started working on the set of Supernatural about two years ago. She quickly became the special effects specialist in the makeup department and grew very close to the cast and crew. Jensen loved seeing how well she got along with everyone, especially Jared since they both suffered from anxiety. There was just something about (Y/N) that caught Jensen’s eye, but he never made a move on her in fear of ruining the friendship they had. He wasn’t really a playboy bachelor, but he wasn’t celibate either. And he knew that (Y/N) wasn’t just some girl, she was THE girl.

So, when she came along a few months prior, telling the guys about how cool it would be to ride a float in a parade down at her hometown of New Orleans, Jensen decided why not? He had never been to Mardi Gras and by what (Y/N) was talking about during their makeup sessions before a scene, riding the floats sound like a lot of fun. But once he dug into who and how he needed to be part of a parade, he was offered to be King of Bacchus instead. And he gladly accepted it.

“OHMAHGAWD! I mean, I know you have gone to New Orleans before. But this is the biggest event in the city and you finally get to see it!”

“Why don’t you join me?” Jensen asked a bit nervously. “I mean you can try getting off for the weekend and we can travel together.”

“Hmm, unfortunately, I can’t. I wrote myself in for that time because I didn’t see any reason to get a break for Mardi Gras. Damn wish I would have gotten my break for then instead of April. I could’ve at least gone to see you for the parade.”

(Y/N) sighed as she turned around to head back to the makeup trailer. Jensen feeling a bit sad that the one person he wanted there with him for this big event probably couldn’t get the time off. Even after work was over, he asked the producers on set if they could possibly switch (Y/N) break time to maybe join his, but they said they couldn’t since most of the special effect artist had already gotten off during that time. Jensen went back to his apartment sad that he couldn’t take (Y/N) along with him. At least he would make sure to get someone to record and take pictures of everything for that weekend to bring it back to her, so she could at least feel like she was there.

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A Few Months Later

Jensen was at San Francisco for his layover when he spotted her from the crowd. He had to do a double take when he saw standing in the middle of the crowd, looking down at her phone while wearing those light up kitten ear headphones Jared got her for her birthday a year ago. Jensen sat there, watching her as she looked around, finally her eyes landing on the sign above, letting her know the gate he assumed she was looking for. As she made her way towards the gate, her eyes eventually landing on him, a wide smile growing as she burst into a run towards him. Jensen got up from his seat and extended his arms out, laughing out as she threw herself into his arms. His wrapped around her waist under the big backpack she carried, and her arms wrapped around his neck. He buried his face into her neck, enjoying the way her body pressed into his. He willed himself to let her go as she started to unwrap herself from his hug, wishing their hug lasted longer.

“Wow so wasn’t excepting to bump into you here!” she exclaimed as she looked up at him. “Thought you took a direct flight.”

“Wanted to take it slow since they warned me they were going to do some celebratory welcome once I got to the hotel. What happened to not being able to take a break?”

“Actually, that’s a fun surprise. I had asked a few days after I found out about your thing and they told me no. But for some reason two days ago, one of the makeup artists came back super early and said if I wanted to take her extra days I could.”

Jensen held onto his smile, thankful that everything went as planned. He had called the producers one last time trying to pull in any favors he could. Luckily the makeup artist that did return was happy to give her leftover days off to (Y/N) since she needed the money. So that meant (Y/N) was going to be in New Orleans for 6 days, having her go back to Vancouver on Wednesday. That gave her time to enjoy the parades and Fat Tuesday.

“So, since I was given the days, might as well enjoy Mardi Gras! It’s been years since I’ve gone to a parade.”

“Oh, and why is that?” Jensen asked curiously as she sat next to him, placing her backpack in front of her legs.

“Eh, you go to one, you go to all. And I have been “doing” Mardi Gras since I was in high school. Marched for Color Guard in ROTC and after graduating went to a few for fun. But it’s mostly all the same, so I stopped going.” (Y/N) then turned and looked at Jensen with her megawatt smile. “But this year I have a reason to enjoy the view. Can’t wait to see you in that king outfit they have you wear.”

They continued their conversation, laughing and enjoying each other’s company while they waited for their flight. After getting lost in conversation, they finally started hearing the calls for passengers to get their seats, and unfortunately (Y/N) had a seat in economy. Jensen hugged her before making his way to the plane, getting his seat in first class. Once he was settled, he watched the rest of the crowd climb in, smiling as he watched (Y/N) walk by. She smiled back and waved quickly as she made her way to the back of the plane.

It wasn’t that long of a flight, the plane landing in Armstrong International before Jensen could finish the chapter he was reading. Once he got off the plane, he waited for (Y/N) so they could both go get their luggage together. The entire walk down, (Y/N) was pointing out certain things in the airport that was done by local artists and talking about how high priced the tourist items were there when she could take him to spots that were much cheaper. They finally arrived at where the luggage was and luckily, their suitcases were already on the side of the conveyor belt. As they made there way outside, Jensen was taken by surprise as a few of his friends were there waiting for him with a big tourist bus. Cop cars surrounded the bus as a few officers stood outside to make sure no one could get close.

As Jensen hugged and greeted his friends, he noticed that (Y/N) wasn’t by his side. He looked around to find her walking towards the taxi cabs up ahead of the road. Jensen excuse himself and ran after her, glad he caught her before she jumped into the cab.

“Hey! Where are you going?” he asked in a huff.

“Heading to the city see if I can get a hotel room somewhere. If not, might sleep on someone’s couch. Still got friends in the city,” she giggled in response.

“Nah, come with me. Maybe we can get you a room at the hotel they booked for me and if not you can call your friends from there.”

“No, it’s fine J. You go have fun with your friends and enjoy your time here.”

“I can’t let you waste money on a cab when we are heading to the same place. C’mon, please?”

(Y/N) looked at him, her words stuttering to come out. Then Jensen attempted to make a puppy face like Jared normally does, which made her burst out laughing.

“Ok, ok, I will ride with you. But promise you won’t ever do that face again. You looked like you were more constipated than sad.”

“Hey, I will have you know my puppy face is adorable!”

“Jared’s is adorable, yours just looks wrong!”

Jensen took her luggage from the cab driver and grabbed her hand, guiding her to the bus that would take them to Downtown New Orleans. The ride there was fun, his friends already popping a bottle of champagne. As they all drank their glasses of champagne, he introduced (Y/N) to his friends. As she was telling them stories about the fun times on set, one of Jensen’s closest friends pulled him to the front of the bus.

“So, that’s the girl you’ve been crushing on?”

“Dude hush, she doesn’t know.”

His friend looked back at her and then to Jensen.

“Pretty girl but not your normal pick.”

“Don’t disrespect her…”

“I’m not dude, all I am saying is to be careful. My experience with girls like her, they don’t like getting toyed with. They normally feel insecurities when it comes to their bodies.”

“She isn’t like most girls.”

“Just, don’t let her be a one and done. I know you got a big heart, but I don’t want you hurting her either. She seems like a cool and sweet girl, just met her and already love the personality.”

“Don’t worry, the only reason why I haven’t made a move is that I don’t want to ruin what we have now.”

“Good boy. Now let’s get off this serious mood and have fun. Dude, you’re the King this weekend!”

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As the bus pulled off the expressway, Jensen started looking out his window at the city surrounding them. He then noticed (Y/N) on her knees in the chair, staring out the window with a look of wonder. He got up from his seat and went by her, leaning above her, placing a hand on the window for balance. She looked up to see him looking down at her with a smile.

“Why do you look so intrigued when you are from here?”

“I feel like I am seeing the city differently this time around,” she replied as she looked back out the window. “Feels like I am seeing it for the first time since I’m here with you.”

Jensen noticed the slight pink her cheeks turned, causing a smirk on his lips as he looked out the window.

“Yeah, I feel the same way.”

Before the bus arrived at the Hilton hotel by the convention center, a handler and the head of the Bacchus committee pulled Jensen to the front and explained to him what he was going to expect. But what they arrived to was nothing compared to what he was told. There was a giant crowd in front of the hotel, news reporters and a few folks that were probably fans of the show. Once the bus pulled in front, everyone on the bus was ushered off the bus. (Y/N) looked back at Jensen as she was being guided off the bus and gave him a thumbs up. Jensen could hear the music playing outside from the band that was there. It was finally time for Jensen to climb off, and the music from the band changed for his entrance. Once he was outside, he threw into the air the plastic coins he was given that had his face on them, smiling with excitement as he watched the flashes of the cameras and listening to the people scream for joy. Even if he was used to screaming fans and people excited to see him, this moment was so surreal. He was in a beautiful city he loved visiting for a grand event like Mardi Gras, especially it being his first time.

Every time he was given coins, he threw them in all directions, hoping he didn’t hit someone in the head. Cameras surrounding him with bright lights, he turned back to see his friends and (Y/N) dancing along to the music, mostly her showing them how to move since she warned him they might do a second line in his honor. He was then guided to stand in front of the band, pictures being taken to then go in further for the quick interviews he was told he had to do.

Everything was just flying by so fast, talking to different reporters, pictures being snapped around him. Once he was free from it all and inside the hotel, he spotted his friends by the check-in desk. (Y/N) was standing on the side on her cell phone. Jensen made his way over to her to suddenly get pulled by the arm. He turned around to see his close friend standing there, handing him over a card.

“We asked to see if there were any extra rooms for her to stay in, but the hotel is booked solid. She is calling a friend who is a concierge at another hotel, see if he can find her a room. She said if not, then she will crash on his couch.”

Jensen sighed and broke free from his friends grasp, turning back towards (Y/N).

“Dude, do not ask her to stay with you, they gave you a single bed.”

“Then I can sleep on the couch while she takes the bed. But I am not letting her crash on someone’s couch.”

Jensen made his way towards her, taking in a deep breath and letting it go to shake the nerves about asking her to stay.

“Are you sure... No, it’s fine. I can ask Cassie to let me crash at…. Oh, Sean is there? Then I guess I will try Jackie.”

Jensen tapped on her shoulder to grab her attention, which made her look up at him.

“Tell your friend you will be staying here.”

“But there are no rooms,” she whispered as she covered the mouthpiece of the phone. “Plus, who can I bunk with if the arrangements were already made?”

“You can bunk with me.”

“J, I can’t do that…”

“Yes, you can. I will just ask them to make sure the couch is a pull-out bed.”

“Jensen, all this is for you. I can’t crash your event.”

“What if I want you to?”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide in shock as Jensen smiled back.

“Ever since I got the news the main person I wanted to share this with was you because you piqued my interest. So, the least I can do, as your friend, is drag you along so you can give me the grand tour of the city while I handle the stuff they have planned for me.”

“Are… are you sure about this J?” she stuttered.

“Very.”

(Y/N) stared at him a little bit longer before turning back to her phone to let her friend know she had a place to stay. Jensen headed towards the front desk and called over the concierge.

“Was wondering if I can have a second key to my room and if I could book the room out until Wednesday instead of it ending on Monday?”

“Of course, Sir. I shall get your extra key and make sure the booking dates are changed. We do hope you enjoy your stay.”

Jensen smiled back at the man and turned to find (Y/N) behind him.

“Ok, a buddy of mine knows I am here and said if I wanted to hang out to let him know since he is letting everyone else know I’m in town.”

“Alright. Then let’s head up to the room and get comfortable. There is nothing planned for tonight, so we can either stay in or have a night on the town. You’re choice.”

“Let’s see your itinerary first to plan anything out. I know they probably will keep you super busy.”

Jensen and (Y/N) made their way to the elevators and up to the room which was the presidential suite. Once they reached the doors, Jensen unlocked it and let (Y/N) in first. He watched as her eyes grew wide in shock and her mouth dropped open. The room was beautiful, spacious living space and through one of the open doors was the big bedroom with a king size bed. But (Y/N) dropped her bag onto the floor and ran over to the window.

“OHMAGAWD! You have a great view of the city!”

Jensen followed her and stood behind her, nodding his head in agreement with the view they had. He glanced down at (Y/N), watching her and thinking how easily he could wrap his arms around her, how he could lean down and place a soft kiss on the crook of her neck. How he could just push her up against the window and…

“Yo, J! Anyone there?”

Jensen shook his head, her voice pulling out of the dirty thoughts he was having. There she was, standing with her back to the window, bright eyes looking up at him. He held back the groan he felt in his chest and hoped he wasn’t showing down below.

“I said maybe we should stay indoors. Hang out with your buddies and make sure you all get a night’s rest because you got some big days ahead of you.”

“Ok, we can do that. Order in and chill?”

She nodded in agreement before sliding past him. Jensen released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. If this is how he was acting after just a few minutes alone with her, then this was going to be a long weekend.

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Turned out all the guys went to bed early since they were tired from all the mayhem earlier in the day. So that left Jensen and (Y/N) alone in the bedroom munching down on a pizza they ordered and drinking beer that she went down to buy while in their pajamas. He was wearing his usual grey t-shirt and black loose sweatpants. (Y/N) though was wearing a black halter top and rainbow-colored pajama shorts, which had him trying hard not to look at her beautiful and thick thighs. It was almost midnight when they found themselves in the king size bed, watching a movie they found randomly on tv when (Y/N) turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. She immediately jumped from the bed without a word, give Jensen a little scare. She ran out the room to the living space and after about three minutes, she came back with a small white box, two glasses and a bottle of champagne they had left over from the bus ride.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s finally midnight!”

“And?”

“And, that makes today your birthday!”

Jensen was taken back by the fact she remembered. Not that she ever forgot but he really didn’t expect her to make a big deal about it this time since they were here for Mardi Gras. She was filling the two glasses with champagne when there was a knock at the door.

“Why don’t you go answer it,” she giggled.

Jensen went over to open the door to receive his friends standing there, screaming out ‘Happy Birthday!’ with a cake in hand. Jensen laughed and moved out the way, so they could all get in. (Y/N) came out the bedroom smiling, high fiving all the guys.

“But, how?” asked a very confused Jensen.

“You girl here quickly planned it while you were distracted on the bus. Told us where to order the cake and everything,” one of his friends yelled out.

Jensen turned to look over at (Y/N), the feeling of pure happiness wanting to burst out his chest.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“Yes, we did, J. Happy Birthday big boy!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him in a hug.

Jensen felt the warmth of her body, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and keeping her close. He never wanted to let go, but when he felt her start to pull away, he let go but kept an arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close. They all sang happy birthday and quickly cut the cake to eat. In a few minutes, the cake was gone, and everyone was heading back to their rooms to get some sleep. Jensen thanked them all as they walked out and shut the door behind him. Jensen turned back to find (Y/N) in the living space on one of the couches, still poking at her second slice of cake.

“No more cake for you?”

“Nah, too full,” she replied, looking up at him. “But I don’t want to throw it away.”

“Leave it in the mini fridge, maybe we can eat it later.”

Silently she got up from the couch and walked over to the fridge to put the slice away as Jensen cleaned up the small mess they had made. Once everything was in order, they both dropped down on the couch and sighed. Since they were so close, Jensen wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. She fell perfectly into his side, closing her eyes.

“Oh yeah, got you a last-minute gift since I wasn’t expecting to bump into you here.”

She got up and pulled him by the hand to follow her to the bedroom. Once they both reached the room, Jensen’s eyes went down to the small white box. She grabbed it and handed it over to him as she climbed onto the bed to kneel there.

“it’s nothing really but it’s the best I could do last minute. Will get you something better once we are back in Vancouver.”

Jensen stayed silent, opening the box to find a keychain inside. It was a silver bottle opener with the Saints symbol on both sides.

“I know how much you love the Saints and well, you are always looking for a bottle opener on set. I promise I will…”

“It’s perfect,” he whispered.

“Are you sure? I mean it’s just something for now…”

“I love it, (Y/N). And the fact it’s coming from you makes it even more special.”

Jensen froze at the words he just said, especially since he heard a soft gasp escape her lips. He looked up to see her eyes shining, her face slightly pink as her hands wrung out the edge of her halter top. Seeing her here, so close to him in his room, he couldn’t help himself when he dropped the keychain and box on the bed and placed his hands on her cheeks. He looked at her, waiting for her to move away as he inched closer and closer to her. When he felt his nose touching hers, he waited, praying she wouldn’t run away. When he felt a breath escape her lips, he closed the distance between them. It was a gentle kiss, his lips savoring the feel of her soft lips on his. When he felt no response from her, he backed away slowly, terrified he ruined everything.

But then her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back in. Mouths smashed together as the kiss deepened. Jensen nibbled at her bottom lip as he pulled her closer to him. He ran his tongue along her lips begging for entrance, which she gave willingly. Tongues clashing, Jensen moaning as she sucked on his tongue as his hands raked her clothed body. She body shivered as his hands reached her waist and sunk under her halter top to feel her warm skin. Kiss after kiss, moan following a groan, they finally let go of each other to breathe. Eyes locked, Jensen ran his hands into her loose hair, loving the soft feel as his hands raked through her locks.

“You don’t know how much I want you, (Y/N).” Jensen groaned as he leaned forward to nibble at her earlobe.

“I want you to J. So badly.”

Those words broke him free from his internal hold. He leaned back up and pulled her halter top over her head, groaning at the sight of her bare chest. Her nipples already perky, they pulled his attention. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed her to lay down on the bed. She crawled higher on the bed with her elbows, her eyes glazed over with lust. Jensen moved away from her to remove his t-shirt and threw it across the room, his eyes never leaving hers. He climbed onto the bed and moved to be right above her. Without a word, he leaned forward and began to trail kisses from her left cheek, down her jaw to her neck. Each kiss came with a lick and a teasing nibble as her nails dragged along his back. Once he reached her collarbone, he licked the top of her breasts to them move down to her nipples.

He took one nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it. Her body arched into him, a gasp escaping her lips. He twirled his tongue around the perky bead, teasing it by scraping his teeth lightly over the tip. Her body shivered under him in pleasure. He used his knees and one hand to balance himself as he used his other hand to caress her other breast, twisting the nipple between his fingers. He pulled at the nipple in his mouth with his teeth, causing a loud yelp to come out of her. Jensen smiled as he looked up to see her face lost in lust, eyes closed as her arms stretched above her head as she grabbed hold of the bed rest behind her. Once he felt he teased one nipple to sensitivity, he let it go with a smack of his lips, switching to the other. He continued his ministrations until he had her moaning and shaking under him. With his free hand, he slides it down her stomach and under the band of her shorts and underwear. Once his fingers reached his goal, he groaned against her breast as he felt her wet heat burn his fingers.

“So wet, just for me baby.”

“Only for you…” she whispered as her lower half raised to grind against his hand.

Jensen couldn’t wait to taste the one thing he dreamed of. He let go of her breasts and raised himself up, both of his hands reaching for the band of her shorts and underwear and pulling them down her legs in one fast swoop. He raised the pieces of clothing to his nose and took in a deep breath, smelling her delicious musk. He threw the pieces to the floor and grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he climbed down onto his knees.

“No J, I want you to fuck me, please,” she begged.

“Hmm, not until I taste you baby.”

Jensen placed her legs on his shoulders and placed a hand on her stomach to hold her down. He trailed kisses from her right ankle all the way down her inner thigh. He stopped before reaching her pussy, turning to do the same on her left leg. He could hear her shuddering breath as his mouth finally reached his goal. He kissed her slit before sliding his tongue inside. He groaned at her taste, all sweet and musk. His dreams were nothing compared to the real thing. He used his hands to pry her open even more, his tongue sliding up and down her insides, passing over her clit a few times.

Her lower half raised up into his face, grinding against him. Her hands raked into his hair and she would pull at his short ends every time his tongue teased her clit. He could hear her beg and plead for more, her waist circling along his face. So, he gave her what she wanted. His tongue hit her pulsing flesh, speeding up against her swollen clit as he felt her legs tighten around his head. He felt her body start to tremble with need, hearing her say she was close. He didn’t let go, though, picking up the pace with his tongue. He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her a bit to bring her as close as humanly possible. Finally, he felt her pull at his hair and scream out as she came. He didn’t move away, making her ride it out. He finally let her go when she pushed him away from the sensitivity.

Jensen stood up from the floor, looking down at his masterpiece. Her legs were open, and her inner thighs wet with her slick as she laid there breathing heavily. Her hair was a total mess around her, her eyes closed. Jensen licked his lips, savoring her taste as he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged up back up the bed so her legs wouldn’t be hanging from the edge. Once he had her where he wanted her, he parted her legs open once again and grabbed his dick with one hand, sliding the tip against her entrance.

“Yes, put it inside me J.” she moaned out as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“This what you want baby? Want me to fuck you?”

She nodded her head as Jensen slid inside her, growling as he felt her wet silk heat surrounding him.

“Nothing compared to my dreams, baby.”

“Fuck me J. I want you to fuck me hard.”

And Jensen gave her what she wanted yet again. He pulled out slowly to then ram right back in. In and out at a fast pace, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. She wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails against the skin of his back, making it burn as her nails dug deep. He thrust into her, doing his best to hold on until she came again. Lucky for him didn’t take much once he moved positions by raising a leg over his shoulder.

“Baby, can’t hold back, want you to come with me.”

Jensen felt how tight she had gotten around him, and after a few more thrusts, they both came together. They rode their high out together, her body shaking as he thrust into her a few more times sporadically. He filled her insides as her slick bathe his dick. Once they came down, he slowly pulled out of her and rolled over to lay next to her, both out of breath.

It was quiet, only their heavy breathing in the room before (Y/N) spoke up.

“If you want I can take the couch?”

Jensen turned to look at her, noticing that she was twirling her fingers with her eyes closed. Without a word, Jensen got up and headed towards the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and silently pried her legs open to clean her up. He then threw the towel where the rest of their clothes were, and he climbed into bed, pulling her into his arms.

“You won’t mind sharing the bed after everything right?” he asked with his eyes closed.

He felt her shake her head, then her arms tangle into his as they spooned. Jensen smiled as he listened to her breathing slow down, sign that she was asleep. Before he fell asleep, he thought about what happened and how happy he was. And if all goes well for the rest of the weekend, hopefully, he would be returning to Vancouver with the woman of his dreams in his arms for good.

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'The Bachelor' season premiere recap: Arie begins his race to the altar

Arie Luyendyk Jr. is racin’ to find a wife. (Photo: ABC)

Warning: This recap of the season premiere of The Bachelor contains spoilers.

Now that he’s had five years to heal his wounded heart, Arie is ready for “the most important race of his life”: finding a wife in nine short, heavily-produced weeks.

Man, is this previously-on recap still going on?

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We get it, guys — Emily crushed Arie’s heart. But we’ve got 29 new “ladies” who want to get in his drivers’ seat, so how about we get this show on the road?

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Hang in there, little buddy.

With the build-up over, Chris Harrison greets us at Casa Bachelor to introduce “some truly extraordinary women” who are ready to get wifed up. Robot roll call:

Maquel, 23: This professional photographer from Utah is admittedly “jealous” of the happy couples she photographs… but not in a scary, Lifetime movie way, okay?

Tia, 26: Living in the tiny town of Weiner, Arkansas means Tia and her friends have to “make our own fun” — like exercising their 2nd Amendment rights.

Tia’s got her gun.

Oh, look who it is!

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Kendall, 26: What does “weird” look like on The Bachelor? It’s tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and surrounded by stuffed animals.

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Marikh, 27: This stunningly beautiful woman co-owns an Indian restaurant with her mother and, even more impressively, she did not punch the producer who asked her to say this on camera:

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Becca K. (not to be confused with Bekah with a k) instructs Arie to get down on one knee and ask her if she’s “ready to do the damn thing.”

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And remarkably, they’re not all blonde.

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But honestly, rose lovers, Amber’s ice-breaker is Emily Post-level conduct compared to Ali the personal stylist dreams up:

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It’s a “pit stop”! Get it? Because he’s a racecar driver? Yeah, let’s just move on.

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Okay, Annaliese, your joke about Arie’s “kissing bandit” nickname is cute, but talk to me when you’ve kept that mask on for days, like Jeff from Ashley’s season of The Bachelorette.

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Awkward.

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And here they are bonding over the fact that, OMG, they’re on the freakin’ Bachelor!

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Oh snap, look who’s here.

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Yes. Yes, it will.

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The Bachelor airs Mondays at 8 p.m. on ABC.