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ExCon!Curtis was a very fun character to dive into because my initial view of Curtis is very Strong Stoic Kind Reliable, and ExCon Curt has me pausing on half of those lol
ExCon!Curtis was a very fun character to dive into because my initial view of Curtis is very Strong Stoic Kind Reliable, and ExCon Curt has me pausing on half of those lol
Summary: Angry and scorned from your (ex) boyfriend you turn to find the only man who could do something about it.
Warnings- Cheating, mentions of past financial abuse, some yelling and arguing, shitty ex partners, egotistism, thinly veiled threat (not to MC), references to hooking up, draycaphillia if u squint
Word count- ~3.7k
Author's Note- I read @krirebr 's fic (Wild Thing) and it made me reeeeeeally wanna write Lloyd haha I don't think I fully captured how fucking insane he can be, but imagine hes a lil soft for u ok? okayy :)
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You were leaving.
Bag packed, address changed, cat in the car, this stupid apartment was dead to you.
All the while your boyfriend -- ex now -- slept like a rock in the bed you bought, in the room you decorated, in the apartment you signed the lease for! He’d wake up in the morning to his phone wiped of your information and a little note on the counter telling him to go fuck himself.
Or that stripper he’d been seeing off and on… You really didn’t care anymore.
It was probably the worst theme you had going in your life, shitty boyfriends. No two are the same! Somehow, this was the first time you’d been cheated on. Another had stolen money, one wrecked your car from high school…
The only one you could even begin to fathom to stand was Lloyd.
And sure, maybe his name alone was enough for all your friends to go up in arms.
“He’s weird!” “His job is TOTALLY illegal!” “Sure, he’s rich. But his name is Lloyd.” “There's no way in hell he’s not in debt.” “He’s gotta be, like, CIA or something.” “His vibes are weird…”
You could hear all of them in your head as you drove your car. Hands clutched so tightly to the wheel you were surprised it didn’t snap in half. You glanced over at your map, leading you to the hotel you’d discovered him to be staying at.
Well, he wasn’t really an ex boyfriend. More so an ex situationship.
Hooked up a few times over the span of about four months before you called him up and ended it. The only thing you really had left of him in your life was your cat, Pumpkin, that he bought for you as a Valentine's gift, and the airtag he kept attached to his wallet. The one time it pinged that he was in the same store as you you’d nearly shat your pants.
“I only let a handful of people see this, sunshine. And one of them is my mother. Don’t make me regret collaring myself.” He’d winked and you’d rolled your eyes. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary he’d done. You had known plenty of ‘Alpha’ guys like him who’d boasted about their job being sooooo secretive that knowing his location was ~dangerous~.
At that point you hadn’t bought it, but now you did.
Because his job let him -- made him? -- stay here.
How out of place you felt as you clutched Pumpkin's carrier closer to your chest. The intricately patterned tiles that paved the way to the front desk, plush looking yet short carpets off to either side with couches, coffee tables, and fireplaces. The lobby itself was easily two stories tall, you weren’t great at judging distance.
You kept moving towards the front desk. It was almost shaped like a bar, long and a deep warm brown wood. Five workers stood behind it, each dutifully looking up at people in the lobby and down at their computers.
“How can I help you?” The man asked as you leaned against the desk. His eyes flicked over your faded blue shirt and sweatpants, briefly looking at your hair that you'd thrown a baseball cap over.
I am the sorest thumb to have ever stuck out… You were the only person in this lobby wearing anything less than business attire.
“My friend should have a room. Maybe under Hansen?” You started to say. The regret was starting to really sink in now. You’d tried rolling back your shoulders and working out the stiffness in your neck to no avail.
The man smiled. Er, grimaced, looking at you like something stuck to his shoe.
“I’m afraid you’ll need to be a bit more specific. That’s a common name and we don’t let just anyone wander.” His lips tightened and you could hear the clicking of the keyboard, “Safety of the guests, you see.”
Maybe in the four hours you’d been driving you could’ve developed a better plan. Unfortunately, you weren’t one to think things through that thoroughly!
“Lloyd Hansen?” You tried hopefully. Your foot tapped the floor, sneakers muffled as women in heels click clacked past you.
The man didn’t even look back at his computer, he just stared at you. It was a pitying look, one you’d give to a stray dog.
“You, most likely, have the wrong place.” He shrugged and attempted to show his condolences. His nose scrunched slightly, a mean twinkle in his eyes as he started shooing you away. “Maybe you meant to check in at the Hilton. It’s a few blocks north.”
You bit your inner cheek as the reality and panic started to pool in your stomach. Fishing your phone from your pocket, you checked his airtag location again.
It still pinged as being within the building. And that’s really all that you were betting on.
Your cheeks felt hot as you stared up at him and with desperation whispered your name.
“I- I’m sorry?”
Repeating yourself, you said your name again, “Please,” you said, slightly louder than your whisper. “Please just let him know I showed up.”
Pumpkin was getting restless in her carrier. She pawed at the sides of it but luckily didn’t meow.
You stumbled over apology after apology, shaking your head and wondering how absolutely crazy you must’ve seemed! Half way to reaching down for Pumpkin the man started stumbling over himself too.
“You’re-” He seemed stunned and repeated your name. His eyes were as wide as plates as he leaned over to grab the corded phone.
Brows knit in confusion, you held Pumpkin’s carrier in front of yourself.
The man held up a single, slim finger. You stood and watched as he spoke into the phone, “Good morning, Sir. I wanted to inform you that there is a specific guest in the lobby for you.”
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You were given no time to wrap your head around what happened.
Within a few minutes you’d gone from feeling absolutely hopeless to tensely sitting in the largest hotel room you’d ever seen.
This place had you doubting your own understanding of hotels. Since when were they miniature apartments?
“So, finally can cross ‘get cheated on’ off your Shitty Boyfriend Bingo, right Sunshine?”
Lloyd’s voice cut through the room and your head shot up to see its source. Lloyd walked into the room like he was meandering through a garden. His polo tucked into pressed khakis, low cut shoes that showed off a sliver of his ankles, and his hair was shaved down at the sides and slicked back on the top.
The only change you could see from the Lloyd you remembered was the hint of age in his face.
“Guess so.” You replied after a moment of thinking. Lloyd’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he (poorly) held back a smirk.
He rounded the couch and you avoided his gaze. Your toes kicked at the plush rug.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you scoffed, shaking your head and internally scolding yourself. This was stupid. This was just plain dumb. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
You made the move to stand, reaching for the straps of Pumpkin's carrier. Who, at this point, was huffing and relentlessly pawing at the mesh screen.
“Ah ah ah-!” Lloyd tutted. He lightly swatted your hand back and then tilted your head up with his finger. Though he wasn’t blocking you. He stood just barely off your center, the offer of leaving still hesitantly hung in the air.
“You came to me. Why?” His voice was stern as he gazed down at you. His blue eyes flickered over your face, his brows pulled together and creased deeply. His finger curled slowly, your body leaned with it for a moment before he pulled his hand back. “I’m guessing it wasn’t for some rebound sex.”
You both looked down at what you were wearing. Not necessarily the sexiest you’d ever looked…
“Although I’m not gonna lie, Sunshine, I’d never turn the offer down.” He laughed at his own comment, but the hint of honesty in his voice was enough to remind you why you came here.
You swallowed, opting to focus on the stray black fuzz on his shirt collar, “No… I didn’t drive four hours for that.” You pulled and stretched the fabric of your sweatpants, sharply rolling your shoulders back in a desperate attempt to settle down.
He grinned, “I would’ve.” He crouched and cooed in a baby voice to Pumpkin. Clearly she remembered him as she rubbed her face against the mesh. Or maybe she sensed he was letting her out.
You didn’t stop him as he unzipped her carrier. You just watched as she darted across the room to hide in the bed sheets.
“My boyfriend cheated on me.” You mumbled, staring at the lump in the bed.
Lloyd was the first one you’d told. Out loud.
“...Yes.” Lloyd slowly said, raising an eyebrow. He cleared his throat and sat on the couch next to you, making himself comfortable as he threw his feet on the coffee table and sprawled his arms out on the back. “You mentioned that. Did running back to mommy and daddy not help?”
To anyone else, he would’ve come off as condescending. Mean. Uncaring.
And maybe it was foolish that you thought you knew him better than that, but he didn’t sound mean. He sounded honest.
“I put a lot of eggs into that basket, Lloyd.” You whispered, nose burning and eyes getting watery. You sharply took a breath, forcing the tears to hold on just a little longer.
Your eyes flickered to him, watching as he clenched his jaw. He blew out a small breath and ran his hand over his mouth; smoothing out nonexistent, stray hairs.
“Yeah. Well, settling down sounded like a lot more fun than flying on a plane all the time.” He didn’t hide the sarcasm and bitterness that was seeping into his tone.
“Lloyd,” you sighed, gnawing at the inside of your cheek. You wiped your palms against your thighs, “It wasn’t that I wanted to settle, or anything, I just wanted to-”
“You wanted to pretend.” Lloyd bluntly interrupts. “You wanted to pretend you had your life in order. Got yourself a boyfriend who was boring and appeared reliable. Tried working a normal 9 to five and save money for a 2 karat ring.”
He grumbled to himself, “fuckin’ pathetic.” Before continuing.
“And you ran headfirst into an apartment you could not afford. And you tried to disappear off the face of the planet to anyone who had a semblance of fun in his life.”
All the wind had been taken from your sails, not that there was much there in the first place. You swallowed thickly, “You don’t have to be mean about it.”
“Not being mean, Sunshine, I'm being honest.” He walked to the bed, Pumpkin had already poked her head out a few times to sniff at the air. He held out a hand for her to cautiously inspect. She knocked her little apple head against his hand, welcoming all the pets and ear scratches.
Your lips curled down into a frown. And though your face felt warm with embarrassment, you weren’t letting him “get” you on this.
You’d hang onto the last sliver of your pride.
In seconds you had crossed the room, come up behind him, swatted his hand away from Pumpkin, and scooped her up into your arms.
“Yeouch! Kitty got claws.” Lloyd snorted, grinning at the furrow of your brows and the pout written plainly across your face.
Lloyd continued petting Pumpkin, who was purring and gladly accepting all the love and affection. “I get you a god damn cat, multiple trips to Bali, Italy, Paris, etcetera… And the thanks I get is you bitching about your ex?”
“There you go again! Flaunting your job perks is really shallow, Lloyd.”
He only raised an eyebrow at you. A look that, at any other time in your relationship with him, would’ve told you to roll back the sass before he rolled it back for you.
“And what about you!?” You let Pumpkin back onto the bed, ignoring every warning sign.
“What about me?” He repeated back, rolling his eyes.
“You kept an airtag online for the last God knows how long!” You fired back. Walking towards him, you jabbed your finger into his chest, “And I was labeled as a specific guest for you!”
“Oh don’t even start with that, Sunshine.” Lloyd snarled, nudging your hand away and holding up a finger in your face.
If he was anyone else, anyone else that was 6 foot something and over 200 lbs, you’d be a bit worried. Maybe it was more that any sane person would be getting annoyed and frustrated and actually angry at all of this.
At all of you.
But no. Lloyd was, well, Lloyd. And he was turned on to 11.
“You coulda kicked me off of it at any time, ‘only you and my mom have access to it’, right? So. What. About. You?” You jabbed at his chest with the last few words.
He glared at you, shifting his weight from leg to leg, “I’ve been waiting for three years and you’re coming to me with this kind of attitude?”
You didn’t even have time to breathe out a “What?”
“I’ve been hoping that for the last THREE years you’d fucking show up! I picked jobs that let me be down the block from your place. I did my own shopping a few times for Christ's sake! I even took the fucking thing to a buddy of mine to see how often you’d check its location!”
You stared at him, blinking owlishly.
What answer had you been hoping for?
‘I actually just kept forgetting’
‘I thought the air tag had died’
‘I don’t even actually remember your name’
Lloyd looked at you expectantly. He was breathing a little harder, you were too. His face had a pink tint to it and his lips twitched.
“So, I’ll ask one more time, Sunshine.” His voice was low and breathy, his eyes flickered across your face. You saw the slight clench of his jaw, the minuscule narrowing of his gaze, “Why’d you come to me?”
A deep feeling of guilt washed over you. The kind that makes your body feel weightless but your head heavy. The kind of guilt that made your stomach ache, your mouth dry, your hands felt cold while your spine felt hot.
There was only one honest response, maybe admitting it would resolve some of that guilt…
“I missed you.”
“Finally a good fucking answer.”
He grabbed your face and roughly pulled you into a hungry kiss. And like a switch was flipped ON in your brain, you pressed forward with a similar vigor.
You were 16 again, in high school pushing back against your parents.
Hands in hair, on clothes, tugging, pulling, gripping.
You were 20 again, sneaking into a club for drinks.
Lloyd's mustache tickled your nose. His teeth bit at your lips, the sparks of bright pain had you pushing back against his lips harder and harder.
You were 26 again, watching your money grow and shrink with each pay check and bill.
You clawed at his shirt. You flimsily plucked the buttons free. You scratched his bare chest. You clutched at the coarse hair that peaked free. You gasped between kisses, shallow breaths that kept you dizzy and clinging to him.
You were yourself two weeks ago, realizing the man you’d committed to had been cheating on you for the last month.
He gripped the back of your head, holding you somewhat still. His fingers curled into your scalp as he kissed down your jaw. Your lips felt swollen and tingly, you were panting while he adorned your throat and neck with pink bites.
Be here now.
“Finally. Finally finally finally--” he groaned, breath warm on your neck and upper chest.
You blinked blearily, head swirling. You stared, unfocused, at the decor on the walls. Rolling a few of his chest hairs between your fingers, he hissed and swore as you surely plucked a few free. The coarse hair against your fingers grounded you.
He moved back to your lips. You were pliant under his touch, trying desperately to match him.
Ignore it.
Lloyd pulled back slowly, you blinked, confused. Your face felt cool, blinking, your eyes felt hot.
“Sunshine…” He breathed out, his lips just as swollen and pink as yours felt. But his brows pinched in worry.
“Lloyd-”
His thumbs swiped across your face, you could feel dampness being spread across your cheeks.
You shook your head, hard. Shaking off his hands, pulling back from his hold, your grip on him turned into pushing him back.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice was shaky as a tidal wave of emotions hit you suddenly. Eyes brimming with hot tears you moved to leave, “I shouldn’t have- I really should not have come to you. I should’ve gone home, or to- to-”
Struggling to remember any of your friends' names, you took one step to the door, and then remembered Pumpkin. You swiveled around, nearly smacking Lloyd, stumbling to get her carrier.
“I need to get-” You felt your chest clench. A panic swelled in your lungs, “Please, she needs to- I can’t-”
“Hey, hey… Sunshine, hey, listen to me,” Lloyd gently grabbed your arms, not holding you firmly, his hands barely ghosted behind your biceps.
He nudged you, forcing you to look at him, “You’re in no shape to go anywhere right now, ok? Big breath.” You stared at his blue eyes as you sucked in a breath, “And out…” you let it out.
You wet your lips and forced yourself to take a few more steadying breaths.
He guided you back to the couch, tucking you into the corner of it and bringing you a cup of water.
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“He is a real piece of work, Sunshine!” Lloyd laughed.
He’d started by looking through your ex’s public social media. Then he contacted a friend to get more dirt. Now he had managed to get a copy of a majority of his phone records and had been making fun of every single part of it.
“How many times does he brag about making someone cum with just his mouth?”
“Uhhhh,” Lloyd scrolled a moment longer, “More than I could count.”
“Mm,” you gave a sideways glance, “Because the real truth is ‘not even once’.”
Lloyd had sat with you for the last few hours. He dealt with the slew of messages your phone had received. Some from your ex, others from his friends, even one from your landlord.
Lloyd got you a coffee, helped direct your bank account so it was only under your name. He did all of that while you were crying off and on.
“Well, they can’t all be as good as me, I guess.” He sneered.
You’d calmed down. A good cry and some caffeine reset your brain a little.
You still weren’t sure what you were going to do, but you had a fresh start available.
Lloyd set his phone down, he seemed to be thinking the same thing. He looked over at you, nudging your knee with his own, “Stay.”
“What?” Your head shot up, you shook it, “Lloyd, no, I can’t do that to you.”
He rolled his eyes, scooting closer, “You’re not some burden on me.” He licked his lower lip and smoothed down his mustache with his palm, “I’m not a sappy man by any means, but I'm not letting you rush off and throw your life away again on a shit bag like that.”
You studied his face, gaze dropping to his lips before returning slowly to his eyes. A heat slowly bloomed in your core again, your heart ached for him to make you forget.
“More trips to foreign beaches?” You tried to tease, but it came out a little more yearning than you intended.
“Ten- Twenty- A thousand more if that's what you want.” He mumbled, nose brushing against yours.
You hesitated, lips ghosting over his again.
“Jus’ don’t disappear again.” It was a startling moment of vulnerability from him. Yet it faded away as soon as it came. He guided your hand to his pants, groaning softly as your fingers splayed out and gently groped him.
“Yeah, that’s the shit, sunshine…” he purred, jutting his hips up against your touch.
You felt… comfortable with this. This was easy. You knew how to make him happy.
“C’mon sweetheart,” Lloyds hands worked in sync, one flicking open the button on his pants, the other snaking up your neck to cup your cheek. The rough pad of his thumb ran over your cheek and your breath caught in your throat.
He pulled you closer and you let him manhadle your body until you were straddling him. Letting out a shaky, nervous breath, he pulled you in to grind against him. You whimpered at the sensation.
“An’ I don’t wanna see you crying anymore unless it’s from cummin’ or choking on my cock, deal?”
“Uh - huh,” you nodded, maybe too eargerly, you didn’t care. You grabbed his face and kissed him. It was sloppy and all teeth and you were already gasping for breath.
“That’s it…” He growled against your lips as he quickly devoured you in return like a starved man.
“Empty that pretty little head of yours of all your worries, yeah? ‘Cause I can promise that in the morning none of your problems will be bothering you.” He pulled back for a breath, briefly looking at his watch, “Hell, maybe by the time we take this thing to the shower.”
Lloyd may be hot-tempered. He may be kinda an asshole. He may be weird. He may also be a bit dangerous. But… he wouldn’t cheat on you, take your money, wreck your car, or hurt you. With him, you didn’t need to worry about a goddamn thing.
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Summary: Drabble based on this prompt: One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long-overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library.
Warnings- Some swearing
Word count- almost 2k
Author's Note- I liked this prompt then hated it then liked it again lmao
“I’m sorry, sir…” The librarian sighs with an apologetic smile as you walk into the library. They had been dealing with your incessance for the past month- or longer, “We still haven't gotten the book back yet.”
The fact that they recognized you upon entry might have been more off putting, but it made your day go by much smoother. Not needing to go through the whole process of checking if the book you wanted was here yet… you'd take that even if it meant being known as that guy.
You had taken maybe all of ten steps into the library, it smelled heavily of parchment, ink, and that vague people smell. And goddamn it was one of your favorite things ever. Though, it was unfortunately paired with one of your least favorite phrases ever- it’s not in yet.
“Oh are you shittin’ me?” You grumble under your breath, tugging off your gloves as you walk towards the main desk. Your face was chilled from the brisk late autumn/early winter air. There were flurries starting outside and all you fucking wanted was the stupid Hobbit book.
It was a tradition you didn't even realize you had started with yourself. Right after Halloween, you devoted the following week to rereading the Hobbit. It started after your second year in college, you read the book by recommendation from a professor and just kept rereading it at the same time every year since. By that point, you had seen the movie plus all of the Lord of The Rings movies, but the books had evaded you.
“Any updates, at least?” You sigh out, leaning your forearms against the high counters of the librarians desk, gloves loosely clutched in your hand. Sure, you could probably buy the book in just about any store… but that would most definitely ruin the experience for you. It was silly to think, but there was something about borrowing it from a library, a book used and loved by countless others before you, and curling up on your couch to read it in just a week that was absolutely heavenly for you.
The librarian shook their head ‘no’, causing you to dejectedly sigh and steal a quick glance around the main room, “The person who has it checked out is very overdue, unfortunately,” they laughed as they pulled up the book information on the computer in front of them.
“Yeah,” you dryly chuckle, trying not to misplace your unhappiness onto the worker who was just doing their damn job, they were probably just as annoyed by the delay as you were, “It was already a week overdue by the time I went to reserve it.”
You pulled your lips into a thin lined smile, slapping the desk lightly as you took a step back to leave.
Maybe you should just go to the bookstore, bite the bullet and just buy the damn thing. Then your new tradition could be digging it out of storage every year along with all your holiday decorations and -- “Oof-!”
“Oh, ‘m bad, sorry,” a deep voice mumbled from behind you.
You had been so lost in your own thoughts you hadn't been paying attention to anything around you, and you just backed completely into some random guy. Nice going, idiot.
“Sorry, man,” you quickly say back, swiveling around instinctively holding out a hand towards him to make sure he hadn't fallen or something.
But… god, there was no way he would've fallen. No matter how quickly you backed into him. The man was at least 6’ tall, broad shoulders and seemingly built like a brickhouse. It might've just been the hoodie/jacket combo that added to his mass, but something in you said that the clothes were just accentuating how much he actually had.
You didn't even realize you had been staring at the man, he was walking just a few steps towards your left to the book return spot, and you wouldn't have snapped out of your trance unless you caught a glimpse of the book he had.
The Hobbit.
… this mother fu-
“Hey!” The librarian said with a cheery grin, holding out their hand for the book instead of letting him drop it into the return area, “Looks like we do have it after all!”
The man doesn't really have a reaction as he hands them the book, seeming more confused than anything else. He glanced at you and gave you a slight smile - a smirk? Maybe?
“Y-you…” You started to mumble out, eyes locked on your prize as the librarian scans it.
“Been waiting for it long?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he also watches his book getting checked in. There was a slightly embarrassed blush across his cheeks, or it could be from the cold perhaps. He swiftly pulled out his wallet to pay the overdue fee, which was probably a decent amount by this point.
“Just over a month,” you huff out, stepping to the side to let him pay as the librarian reads out the amount he owes.
You knew you shouldn't really say anything, you’d finally get the book you'd been looking for and could fulfil this little tradition you had, "Could've returned it sooner,” You mindlessly comment.
Immediate regret sinks in, you press your lips firmly together and stare sheepishly at the countertop. It was the holiday season and you were being pissy about an overdue book.
But the man didn't seem too put off by your comment, he just chuckled and gave a half hearted shrug as he tucked his card back into his wallet. It was a black card, you noticed.
So this fucker had basically infinite money and was still unable to return a damn book on time?
“I should’ve, you're right,” He admitted simply, glancing at you as he leaned against the counter. He was getting comfortable, almost like he was analyzing your moves the same way he’d analyze a book. It forced you to step closer to him to get the book checked out.
“But, in my defense,” He adds, glancing at you with a hint of a smirk on his lips. It was hard to see his face since he had a hat tugged over his head, but you could tell he had a light beard and longer brown hair, “I never have to deal with anyone else impatiently waiting for it.”
You wanted to roll your eyes, but the realization that you finally had your book was lifting your spirits more and more. You couldn't help the softer smile that overcame you as you worked to get out your library card, the familiar worn out cover of the book filled you with a simple kind of warmth.
“Its… its just this stupid tradition I have,” you explain, holding your card under the reader while the librarian stamps the inner book cover, “I read it the same time every year.”
He nodded, almost reverently as if the book was just as important to him. Which, it might be, you don't know. You notice his lingering gaze on the book, “Good tradition.” He simply comments.
You also nodded, feeling a little less embarrassed by your attachment to the book. You were both quiet as you took the book from the librarian, you held it tightly. The worn cover felt familiar against your fingers and palm, still slightly warm since it had been hot potatoed between people.
“You… you like the book, at least?" You finally mustered up the courage to actually speak directly to him. You hold up the book, taking a few steps away from the counter if someone else needs the checkout desk. The sudden feeling of sheepishness that had settled in your body was something you hadn't expected. Your heart beat a little faster, a little harder, and you were grateful for the book to hold onto so that your hands didn't fidget.
The man followed you, a bigger grin across his lips as he nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, yeah! It’s a great book. I- I’ve read it a bunch of times,” He admits, locking eyes with you.
He shifted on his feet a few times, maybe jitters that matched your own, or the chill from the outside as he tried to get his blood pumping again.
“I’m… I’m sorry for, uh, keepin’ it checked out for so long,” He mutters again, turning his head to look away from you.
You softly smiled, lightly tapping the book against his arm, not noticing the distinct sound of metal, “I know I sounded a little pissed, but it’s not really a big deal. I’m, uhm, sorry I overreacted.” You were still feeling bad. This man had been nothing but kind and you clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
“You had the right to be pissed,” He snorted. There was a beat of silence between the two of you. You crossed your arms lightly over your chest, and he mirrored it a moment later.
“Uhm, what's- uh, what's that tradition you were talking about?” the man stuttered out. You would call it flustered, but you wern't about to get ahead of yourself.
“Uh, right,” You say, your voice was a little more airy than usual, “It’s, it’s nothing crazy,” You look down at the book in your hand, then back to him, “In college a teacher had me read it, and I just liked it so much I kept reading it in mid November, gets me in the holiday mood for some reason.”
The word November made the man suck in air through his teeth, he shoots you a sheepish smile, “I hope early December is good enough?” He teases.
“December is definitely fine, don't worry…” You trail off, looking at him expectantly for his name. This mystery man who had been harboring your book wasn't goin to stay a mystery to you for much longer.
“James- ah- Bucky. Everyone calls me Bucky,” He quickly offers, his smile growing a bit more. The way his eyes widened with excitement reminded you of a dog. He prompts you for your name nd when you tell him he repeats it back softly. Like he was testing how it sounded.
“...I like that name,” Bucky whispers.
Normally, the unrestrained smile on you face, the heat in your cheeks, and the butterflies in your stomach would make you recoil. But feeling them for Bucky felt more right than wrong. Hell, it didn't feel wrong at all.
And maybe that's why you felt bold. Maybe it was the relief of getting your book that prompted your next move… maybe it was the holiday spirit.
“It’d look a lot better in your phone,” You confidently say, for once your shaky voice didn't betray you. You hold out your hand, nodding slightly for him to give you his phone.
Bucky quickly pulled out his phone, not once taking his eyes off of you, like you'd disappear if he did. You had to bite back the laugh at how may times he nearly dropped his phone as he fishes it out for you.
Once you get it, you punch in your number and name. You hand it back to him, catching a glimpse at the time, which tells you you need to get going. You clumsily gave your excuse, waving to him briefly as you turned to make your way out of the library. With your back to him, you didn't need to hide the goofy smile that had been making your face ache the entire time.
It wasn't until you were about a block away, huddled in your coat with your hands buried in your pockets to hide from the chill, you then felt your phone vibrate. Checking the message from the nameless number made your heart soar.
Youre right, it does look good.
But the phrase “Want to grab coffee sometime?” might be better.
-Bucky
Hey all just got done with the cardiologist appointment. So good news. The cardiologist agreed with me that we should do a CT Angiogram of the heart to see if indeed there are any blockages or not instead of waiting 6 months. Depending on the angiogram report I may also qualify for a certain therapy that helps with chest pain which I have daily. Lots to take in but again pretty much good news right now.
hooooolllllllly shit !! I reread Got'cha and 😳😳😳 he's got me feelin' 🤭 no... i shant say 🤭 (no but fr it was so good i forgot how obsessed i am with him)
Know That Water’s Sweet, But Blood is Thicker - Masterlist
Welcome to the Masterlist for my new Mob AU! Below you’ll find the fic nav once those get posted, but first I thought an intro to the family (and others) was in order.
A special shout out to @krirebr who was adamant that I had to write a very dark Lloyd. Which is what sparked this whole thing.
Please heed warnings below! (To be updated as parts are updated)
Warnings: violence, swearing, undercover agents, dark (seriously Lloyd deserves a warning tag in this)
Welcome to the Family - introduction and background on the boys
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜
Kris! Thanks for this 💜💜
Out of my long running series, I have to say Where Blood Dries is currently my favorite! It's my current focus bc who doesn't love Mafia Men falling for their little crime scene cleaner 👀👀
Tell Me A Story was one of the first few fics I posted on tumblr, and it has a very special place in my heart <3
Whisper in the Wind is one that I shamelessly re-read all the time! I ended it with the hint that Lee might try to take on the task of 'taming' this odd person, but I'm genuinely too afraid to spoil the OG fic by making a subpar part 2
And last, but not least, Roommate(s) !! CatDad!Roommate!Bucky is a devastating combo that has me swooning just thinking about it!! Plus, that hint of Idiots In Love / Pining is just *chefs kiss*
and now to go reread my fics and get annoyed at the author for not having them fully finished...
RANSOM, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. SPOILS HER A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT. HATES ALL OTHER KIDS EXCEPT HER. BEGRUDINGLY WEARS THE UGLY, MISSHAPEN SWEATER CHARLIE KNITS FOR HIM BECAUSE IT MAKES HER SO 🥹☺️🥰
I can totally see it! Curtis would be so irritated when Ransom buys a four-year-old designer sunglasses. 🤭
I had to spend a few minutes doing mental gymnastics to figure out how they could be brothers, but I think I did it!
What if they're half brothers through Richard? Ransom is about a year older. Curtis came around when his mom worked as the housekeeper for the Drysdales. 👀 Linda, of course, tries to sweep the whole thing under the rug, but somehow Ransom finds out about it as a teenager and goes looking for the brother he just discovered. And once he finds Curtis, they surprise everyone by becoming close.
And once Curtis decides to become a dad, Ransom is all in on supporting him.
Uncle Ransom would have that "spoiling my niece" money
Uncle Andy would adore his niece, but becomes critical when becomes a teenager (he's telling her alllll the legal loopholes)
Uncle Steve could carry her on his shoulders longer than anyone else, he works out purely to do just that
Uncle Jake is already so girl dad coded, but he'd know the best places to take her for an afternoon to hang
Uncle Lloyd had to earn unsupervised time with his niece. Not because they don't trust him, but because when he said he'd kill anyone who made her cry there wasn't a hint of joking in his eyes...
Ransom and Andy give distant brother energy to Curtis. they just had different enough lifestyles.
Steve and Lloyd grew closer to Curtis once they hit adulthood, and a LOT closer once the baby was born
Jake was always around. I can't imagine him ever growing too distant
thinking about knitting Curtis and how much I love him and his baby
but my I add my two cents because where I'm at its HAWT outside
fruit hat
for baby
lemon and strawberry 🙂↕️🙂↕️
that's all thank u
- plant
OH MY GOD!!!!
The strawberry, especially, is killing me. He's absolutely made that for her, and she's gonna wear it all summer. Protecting her from the sun and making sure she's at peak cuteness. I can see it so clearly. 😍
Summary: Angry and scorned from your (ex) boyfriend you turn to find the only man who could do something about it.
Warnings- Cheating, mentions of past financial abuse, some yelling and arguing, shitty ex partners, egotistism, thinly veiled threat (not to MC), references to hooking up, draycaphillia if u squint
Word count- ~3.7k
Author's Note- I read @krirebr 's fic (Wild Thing) and it made me reeeeeeally wanna write Lloyd haha I don't think I fully captured how fucking insane he can be, but imagine hes a lil soft for u ok? okayy :)
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You were leaving.
Bag packed, address changed, cat in the car, this stupid apartment was dead to you.
All the while your boyfriend -- ex now -- slept like a rock in the bed you bought, in the room you decorated, in the apartment you signed the lease for! He’d wake up in the morning to his phone wiped of your information and a little note on the counter telling him to go fuck himself.
Or that stripper he’d been seeing off and on… You really didn’t care anymore.
It was probably the worst theme you had going in your life, shitty boyfriends. No two are the same! Somehow, this was the first time you’d been cheated on. Another had stolen money, one wrecked your car from high school…
The only one you could even begin to fathom to stand was Lloyd.
And sure, maybe his name alone was enough for all your friends to go up in arms.
“He’s weird!” “His job is TOTALLY illegal!” “Sure, he’s rich. But his name is Lloyd.” “There's no way in hell he’s not in debt.” “He’s gotta be, like, CIA or something.” “His vibes are weird…”
You could hear all of them in your head as you drove your car. Hands clutched so tightly to the wheel you were surprised it didn’t snap in half. You glanced over at your map, leading you to the hotel you’d discovered him to be staying at.
Well, he wasn’t really an ex boyfriend. More so an ex situationship.
Hooked up a few times over the span of about four months before you called him up and ended it. The only thing you really had left of him in your life was your cat, Pumpkin, that he bought for you as a Valentine's gift, and the airtag he kept attached to his wallet. The one time it pinged that he was in the same store as you you’d nearly shat your pants.
“I only let a handful of people see this, sunshine. And one of them is my mother. Don’t make me regret collaring myself.” He’d winked and you’d rolled your eyes. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary he’d done. You had known plenty of ‘Alpha’ guys like him who’d boasted about their job being sooooo secretive that knowing his location was ~dangerous~.
At that point you hadn’t bought it, but now you did.
Because his job let him -- made him? -- stay here.
How out of place you felt as you clutched Pumpkin's carrier closer to your chest. The intricately patterned tiles that paved the way to the front desk, plush looking yet short carpets off to either side with couches, coffee tables, and fireplaces. The lobby itself was easily two stories tall, you weren’t great at judging distance.
You kept moving towards the front desk. It was almost shaped like a bar, long and a deep warm brown wood. Five workers stood behind it, each dutifully looking up at people in the lobby and down at their computers.
“How can I help you?” The man asked as you leaned against the desk. His eyes flicked over your faded blue shirt and sweatpants, briefly looking at your hair that you'd thrown a baseball cap over.
I am the sorest thumb to have ever stuck out… You were the only person in this lobby wearing anything less than business attire.
“My friend should have a room. Maybe under Hansen?” You started to say. The regret was starting to really sink in now. You’d tried rolling back your shoulders and working out the stiffness in your neck to no avail.
The man smiled. Er, grimaced, looking at you like something stuck to his shoe.
“I’m afraid you’ll need to be a bit more specific. That’s a common name and we don’t let just anyone wander.” His lips tightened and you could hear the clicking of the keyboard, “Safety of the guests, you see.”
Maybe in the four hours you’d been driving you could’ve developed a better plan. Unfortunately, you weren’t one to think things through that thoroughly!
“Lloyd Hansen?” You tried hopefully. Your foot tapped the floor, sneakers muffled as women in heels click clacked past you.
The man didn’t even look back at his computer, he just stared at you. It was a pitying look, one you’d give to a stray dog.
“You, most likely, have the wrong place.” He shrugged and attempted to show his condolences. His nose scrunched slightly, a mean twinkle in his eyes as he started shooing you away. “Maybe you meant to check in at the Hilton. It’s a few blocks north.”
You bit your inner cheek as the reality and panic started to pool in your stomach. Fishing your phone from your pocket, you checked his airtag location again.
It still pinged as being within the building. And that’s really all that you were betting on.
Your cheeks felt hot as you stared up at him and with desperation whispered your name.
“I- I’m sorry?”
Repeating yourself, you said your name again, “Please,” you said, slightly louder than your whisper. “Please just let him know I showed up.”
Pumpkin was getting restless in her carrier. She pawed at the sides of it but luckily didn’t meow.
You stumbled over apology after apology, shaking your head and wondering how absolutely crazy you must’ve seemed! Half way to reaching down for Pumpkin the man started stumbling over himself too.
“You’re-” He seemed stunned and repeated your name. His eyes were as wide as plates as he leaned over to grab the corded phone.
Brows knit in confusion, you held Pumpkin’s carrier in front of yourself.
The man held up a single, slim finger. You stood and watched as he spoke into the phone, “Good morning, Sir. I wanted to inform you that there is a specific guest in the lobby for you.”
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You were given no time to wrap your head around what happened.
Within a few minutes you’d gone from feeling absolutely hopeless to tensely sitting in the largest hotel room you’d ever seen.
This place had you doubting your own understanding of hotels. Since when were they miniature apartments?
“So, finally can cross ‘get cheated on’ off your Shitty Boyfriend Bingo, right Sunshine?”
Lloyd’s voice cut through the room and your head shot up to see its source. Lloyd walked into the room like he was meandering through a garden. His polo tucked into pressed khakis, low cut shoes that showed off a sliver of his ankles, and his hair was shaved down at the sides and slicked back on the top.
The only change you could see from the Lloyd you remembered was the hint of age in his face.
“Guess so.” You replied after a moment of thinking. Lloyd’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he (poorly) held back a smirk.
He rounded the couch and you avoided his gaze. Your toes kicked at the plush rug.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you scoffed, shaking your head and internally scolding yourself. This was stupid. This was just plain dumb. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
You made the move to stand, reaching for the straps of Pumpkin's carrier. Who, at this point, was huffing and relentlessly pawing at the mesh screen.
“Ah ah ah-!” Lloyd tutted. He lightly swatted your hand back and then tilted your head up with his finger. Though he wasn’t blocking you. He stood just barely off your center, the offer of leaving still hesitantly hung in the air.
“You came to me. Why?” His voice was stern as he gazed down at you. His blue eyes flickered over your face, his brows pulled together and creased deeply. His finger curled slowly, your body leaned with it for a moment before he pulled his hand back. “I’m guessing it wasn’t for some rebound sex.”
You both looked down at what you were wearing. Not necessarily the sexiest you’d ever looked…
“Although I’m not gonna lie, Sunshine, I’d never turn the offer down.” He laughed at his own comment, but the hint of honesty in his voice was enough to remind you why you came here.
You swallowed, opting to focus on the stray black fuzz on his shirt collar, “No… I didn’t drive four hours for that.” You pulled and stretched the fabric of your sweatpants, sharply rolling your shoulders back in a desperate attempt to settle down.
He grinned, “I would’ve.” He crouched and cooed in a baby voice to Pumpkin. Clearly she remembered him as she rubbed her face against the mesh. Or maybe she sensed he was letting her out.
You didn’t stop him as he unzipped her carrier. You just watched as she darted across the room to hide in the bed sheets.
“My boyfriend cheated on me.” You mumbled, staring at the lump in the bed.
Lloyd was the first one you’d told. Out loud.
“...Yes.” Lloyd slowly said, raising an eyebrow. He cleared his throat and sat on the couch next to you, making himself comfortable as he threw his feet on the coffee table and sprawled his arms out on the back. “You mentioned that. Did running back to mommy and daddy not help?”
To anyone else, he would’ve come off as condescending. Mean. Uncaring.
And maybe it was foolish that you thought you knew him better than that, but he didn’t sound mean. He sounded honest.
“I put a lot of eggs into that basket, Lloyd.” You whispered, nose burning and eyes getting watery. You sharply took a breath, forcing the tears to hold on just a little longer.
Your eyes flickered to him, watching as he clenched his jaw. He blew out a small breath and ran his hand over his mouth; smoothing out nonexistent, stray hairs.
“Yeah. Well, settling down sounded like a lot more fun than flying on a plane all the time.” He didn’t hide the sarcasm and bitterness that was seeping into his tone.
“Lloyd,” you sighed, gnawing at the inside of your cheek. You wiped your palms against your thighs, “It wasn’t that I wanted to settle, or anything, I just wanted to-”
“You wanted to pretend.” Lloyd bluntly interrupts. “You wanted to pretend you had your life in order. Got yourself a boyfriend who was boring and appeared reliable. Tried working a normal 9 to five and save money for a 2 karat ring.”
He grumbled to himself, “fuckin’ pathetic.” Before continuing.
“And you ran headfirst into an apartment you could not afford. And you tried to disappear off the face of the planet to anyone who had a semblance of fun in his life.”
All the wind had been taken from your sails, not that there was much there in the first place. You swallowed thickly, “You don’t have to be mean about it.”
“Not being mean, Sunshine, I'm being honest.” He walked to the bed, Pumpkin had already poked her head out a few times to sniff at the air. He held out a hand for her to cautiously inspect. She knocked her little apple head against his hand, welcoming all the pets and ear scratches.
Your lips curled down into a frown. And though your face felt warm with embarrassment, you weren’t letting him “get” you on this.
You’d hang onto the last sliver of your pride.
In seconds you had crossed the room, come up behind him, swatted his hand away from Pumpkin, and scooped her up into your arms.
“Yeouch! Kitty got claws.” Lloyd snorted, grinning at the furrow of your brows and the pout written plainly across your face.
Lloyd continued petting Pumpkin, who was purring and gladly accepting all the love and affection. “I get you a god damn cat, multiple trips to Bali, Italy, Paris, etcetera… And the thanks I get is you bitching about your ex?”
“There you go again! Flaunting your job perks is really shallow, Lloyd.”
He only raised an eyebrow at you. A look that, at any other time in your relationship with him, would’ve told you to roll back the sass before he rolled it back for you.
“And what about you!?” You let Pumpkin back onto the bed, ignoring every warning sign.
“What about me?” He repeated back, rolling his eyes.
“You kept an airtag online for the last God knows how long!” You fired back. Walking towards him, you jabbed your finger into his chest, “And I was labeled as a specific guest for you!”
“Oh don’t even start with that, Sunshine.” Lloyd snarled, nudging your hand away and holding up a finger in your face.
If he was anyone else, anyone else that was 6 foot something and over 200 lbs, you’d be a bit worried. Maybe it was more that any sane person would be getting annoyed and frustrated and actually angry at all of this.
At all of you.
But no. Lloyd was, well, Lloyd. And he was turned on to 11.
“You coulda kicked me off of it at any time, ‘only you and my mom have access to it’, right? So. What. About. You?” You jabbed at his chest with the last few words.
He glared at you, shifting his weight from leg to leg, “I’ve been waiting for three years and you’re coming to me with this kind of attitude?”
You didn’t even have time to breathe out a “What?”
“I’ve been hoping that for the last THREE years you’d fucking show up! I picked jobs that let me be down the block from your place. I did my own shopping a few times for Christ's sake! I even took the fucking thing to a buddy of mine to see how often you’d check its location!”
You stared at him, blinking owlishly.
What answer had you been hoping for?
‘I actually just kept forgetting’
‘I thought the air tag had died’
‘I don’t even actually remember your name’
Lloyd looked at you expectantly. He was breathing a little harder, you were too. His face had a pink tint to it and his lips twitched.
“So, I’ll ask one more time, Sunshine.” His voice was low and breathy, his eyes flickered across your face. You saw the slight clench of his jaw, the minuscule narrowing of his gaze, “Why’d you come to me?”
A deep feeling of guilt washed over you. The kind that makes your body feel weightless but your head heavy. The kind of guilt that made your stomach ache, your mouth dry, your hands felt cold while your spine felt hot.
There was only one honest response, maybe admitting it would resolve some of that guilt…
“I missed you.”
“Finally a good fucking answer.”
He grabbed your face and roughly pulled you into a hungry kiss. And like a switch was flipped ON in your brain, you pressed forward with a similar vigor.
You were 16 again, in high school pushing back against your parents.
Hands in hair, on clothes, tugging, pulling, gripping.
You were 20 again, sneaking into a club for drinks.
Lloyd's mustache tickled your nose. His teeth bit at your lips, the sparks of bright pain had you pushing back against his lips harder and harder.
You were 26 again, watching your money grow and shrink with each pay check and bill.
You clawed at his shirt. You flimsily plucked the buttons free. You scratched his bare chest. You clutched at the coarse hair that peaked free. You gasped between kisses, shallow breaths that kept you dizzy and clinging to him.
You were yourself two weeks ago, realizing the man you’d committed to had been cheating on you for the last month.
He gripped the back of your head, holding you somewhat still. His fingers curled into your scalp as he kissed down your jaw. Your lips felt swollen and tingly, you were panting while he adorned your throat and neck with pink bites.
Be here now.
“Finally. Finally finally finally--” he groaned, breath warm on your neck and upper chest.
You blinked blearily, head swirling. You stared, unfocused, at the decor on the walls. Rolling a few of his chest hairs between your fingers, he hissed and swore as you surely plucked a few free. The coarse hair against your fingers grounded you.
He moved back to your lips. You were pliant under his touch, trying desperately to match him.
Ignore it.
Lloyd pulled back slowly, you blinked, confused. Your face felt cool, blinking, your eyes felt hot.
“Sunshine…” He breathed out, his lips just as swollen and pink as yours felt. But his brows pinched in worry.
“Lloyd-”
His thumbs swiped across your face, you could feel dampness being spread across your cheeks.
You shook your head, hard. Shaking off his hands, pulling back from his hold, your grip on him turned into pushing him back.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice was shaky as a tidal wave of emotions hit you suddenly. Eyes brimming with hot tears you moved to leave, “I shouldn’t have- I really should not have come to you. I should’ve gone home, or to- to-”
Struggling to remember any of your friends' names, you took one step to the door, and then remembered Pumpkin. You swiveled around, nearly smacking Lloyd, stumbling to get her carrier.
“I need to get-” You felt your chest clench. A panic swelled in your lungs, “Please, she needs to- I can’t-”
“Hey, hey… Sunshine, hey, listen to me,” Lloyd gently grabbed your arms, not holding you firmly, his hands barely ghosted behind your biceps.
He nudged you, forcing you to look at him, “You’re in no shape to go anywhere right now, ok? Big breath.” You stared at his blue eyes as you sucked in a breath, “And out…” you let it out.
You wet your lips and forced yourself to take a few more steadying breaths.
He guided you back to the couch, tucking you into the corner of it and bringing you a cup of water.
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“He is a real piece of work, Sunshine!” Lloyd laughed.
He’d started by looking through your ex’s public social media. Then he contacted a friend to get more dirt. Now he had managed to get a copy of a majority of his phone records and had been making fun of every single part of it.
“How many times does he brag about making someone cum with just his mouth?”
“Uhhhh,” Lloyd scrolled a moment longer, “More than I could count.”
“Mm,” you gave a sideways glance, “Because the real truth is ‘not even once’.”
Lloyd had sat with you for the last few hours. He dealt with the slew of messages your phone had received. Some from your ex, others from his friends, even one from your landlord.
Lloyd got you a coffee, helped direct your bank account so it was only under your name. He did all of that while you were crying off and on.
“Well, they can’t all be as good as me, I guess.” He sneered.
You’d calmed down. A good cry and some caffeine reset your brain a little.
You still weren’t sure what you were going to do, but you had a fresh start available.
Lloyd set his phone down, he seemed to be thinking the same thing. He looked over at you, nudging your knee with his own, “Stay.”
“What?” Your head shot up, you shook it, “Lloyd, no, I can’t do that to you.”
He rolled his eyes, scooting closer, “You’re not some burden on me.” He licked his lower lip and smoothed down his mustache with his palm, “I’m not a sappy man by any means, but I'm not letting you rush off and throw your life away again on a shit bag like that.”
You studied his face, gaze dropping to his lips before returning slowly to his eyes. A heat slowly bloomed in your core again, your heart ached for him to make you forget.
“More trips to foreign beaches?” You tried to tease, but it came out a little more yearning than you intended.
“Ten- Twenty- A thousand more if that's what you want.” He mumbled, nose brushing against yours.
You hesitated, lips ghosting over his again.
“Jus’ don’t disappear again.” It was a startling moment of vulnerability from him. Yet it faded away as soon as it came. He guided your hand to his pants, groaning softly as your fingers splayed out and gently groped him.
“Yeah, that’s the shit, sunshine…” he purred, jutting his hips up against your touch.
You felt… comfortable with this. This was easy. You knew how to make him happy.
“C’mon sweetheart,” Lloyds hands worked in sync, one flicking open the button on his pants, the other snaking up your neck to cup your cheek. The rough pad of his thumb ran over your cheek and your breath caught in your throat.
He pulled you closer and you let him manhadle your body until you were straddling him. Letting out a shaky, nervous breath, he pulled you in to grind against him. You whimpered at the sensation.
“An’ I don’t wanna see you crying anymore unless it’s from cummin’ or choking on my cock, deal?”
“Uh - huh,” you nodded, maybe too eargerly, you didn’t care. You grabbed his face and kissed him. It was sloppy and all teeth and you were already gasping for breath.
“That’s it…” He growled against your lips as he quickly devoured you in return like a starved man.
“Empty that pretty little head of yours of all your worries, yeah? ‘Cause I can promise that in the morning none of your problems will be bothering you.” He pulled back for a breath, briefly looking at his watch, “Hell, maybe by the time we take this thing to the shower.”
Lloyd may be hot-tempered. He may be kinda an asshole. He may be weird. He may also be a bit dangerous. But… he wouldn’t cheat on you, take your money, wreck your car, or hurt you. With him, you didn’t need to worry about a goddamn thing.
