_____LOADED GUN.

ISOBEL LOPEZ. "Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs."

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

Zak stood silently before her, listening to every word she had to said. His posture flickered a bit as she came to the end, an apology falling from her lips. He shook his head, and with a step forward, he placed a hand down upon the surface of the counter that separated them. “I would like to believe that I’m not an overly jealous person, Isobel. I’d like to believe that I could trust whoever I am with to be upfront with me. And quite frankly, I’m not a moron. Guys are going to stare, they are going to comment, they are going to try and touch you, and they are going to try and pick you up. I know this, and depending on the level of the situation, I can’t promise that my fist won’t meet their jaw.” He began to explain to her, dark hues resting firmly upon her features. “But what’s most important to me, is knowing that the person I’m with isn’t going to go for it. That I can trust them not to make a complete and utter goddamn fool of me.” His words weren’t particularly aimed at the girl, in fact, she hadn’t done really anything wrong for them to be. He was simply voicing his stand in the matter, and after the disaster that was his relationship with Annabelle, he’d be damned if he’d put himself in a position where he could so easily be dropped. “I’m a very one woman kind of guy, nor would I have the time for it to be more than one. When I’m for you, I am for you. There is no one else. And I’ll be the one if you want me to, but do you — want the same old thing? Because I’m not quite sure that you do.” He told her, “I’m into more than just the pretty face, and the sex. Are you?”

Isobel couldn’t deny that the idea of his fist meeting someone else’s face wouldn’t appease her, especially if said person had been bothering her. The idea of a strong man who could defend his woman had always been one she quite enjoyed, and it was for that reason that a smile crept on her face when he mention how he would probably hit anyone who came after her. Nevertheless, she knew to keep that curl of her lip fixated there for too long given the turn of their conversation. When he approached, the brunette listened and allowed him both the time and space to speak before her mouth opened. “It was never that and you know it wasn’t. We hadn’t talked about where we were going and we were having just sex. I mean, we hadn’t had some kind of intense talk about our future and where we were going. It wasn’t me trying to go behind your back. But if you want what I want, than I only want you.” The last sentence escaped softly as it pained her, mostly because she hadn’t ever been one to talk about sentiment and feelings. Much less when it came into relationships. Never had she found someone that made her intrigued about those kind of possibilities. Her gaze dropped for a moment when he told her that maybe she didn’t want the same thing. The matter was that she couldn’t be certain because she was afraid. What if she got so close to someone and they would just walk away. “I’m scared,” the brunette voiced in a panic. Unable to meet his gaze right now. “I’ve never done this, and never even wanted to before you came along. But the reason was because I don’t want to get hurt. And this, it scares the living shit out of me. It’s not because I don’t want it, Zak, it’s because I’m scared. I want you, this, us.” She swallowed thickly, only managing to peer up at him. “But what if this ends in a disaster?” Slowly, the brunette made her way around the island, standing in front of him. “But I also don’t want you to walk out of my life either. So what do I do?”

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

The fact that Zak had had time to sit and ponder over everything had been more help to this situation then either of them knew. Because while Zak could be a male to act on a whim, usually landing him in some deep shit; he was also the kind of guy that if you gave him some time would come to see reason behind most things. This had been one of those situations, because truth be told, he had used the word boyfriend in hopes that it’d drive whoever this guy was away. Since most people looked at him, and just assumed that he knew how to kill someone, and then dispose of them to never be found again. Or, better yet, was into some weird ass witch craft shit. There were times that this irritated him, and others where it came in handy. But the truth of this matter was, that they weren’t together. They were simply seeing each other, sure, but they weren’t anything more than that. At least as far as he knew for the time being, therefore, he couldn’t quite place blame on her when she wasn’t really his to begin with. “If you would have walked in about five minutes after it happened, then you would’ve gotten just that.” He admitted, “But we’re not dating, so who am I to say what, or who, you can do or not do.” His tone had hitched a bit, almost a growl, yet not quite that. As he wanted to remain as level-headed about this as one could be, all the while the twisting in his gut telling him he wasn’t nearly as okay with that as he was leading on. His back been turned upon her, allowing her to digest that however she found suitable. It would be the next few words that would seem to cause him to tense up. His jaw tightening, and a silence evading him as he inhaled sharply. Releasing some of the tension in his jaw, he was able to bring himself to turn enough that he would be able to see her. “Talk about what?” He asked, cocking a brow, “How you’re seeing other guys on the side?” Shaking his head, “Nah, not really. And if that is something that gets you off, then, well, gotta tell ya, I ain’t the right man for it.”

Isobel couldn’t seem to catch her breath. All of it was being thrown at her too fast, both the realization that he knew she was doing certain things whilst they were seeing each other, even though she was in her right to do so, and the fact that he kept his cool as if it barely affected him. If he’d screamed or yell, perhaps she would have known what to do and where to go, but with this sort of cool and collected attitude, she couldn’t entirely wrap her head around it. Her stance had shifted, standing up straight with her hands propped on the side of the counter. “You were upset?” she questioned with a furrow of her brow. “I know that we’re not and I didn’t do .... It’s worse than it seems.” A groan escaped, frustrated with her lack of ability to reply and defend herself. There was nothing she could say to make this better. “We aren’t together and I didn’t do it out of spite, or anything like that. I’ve never done this. All I’ve done is sex.” She voiced softly, hoping that he would come to understand where she came from on the matter. “We’ve never talked about it and this has probably been the most confusing thing because I like you and it feels like we’re moving somewhere, but I can’t really tell what the fuck is going on.” Her eyes moved over him, wanting to snap and tell him to look at her. “It’s not your fault, but it’s just confusing and when you act like this... calm, cool and collected. I don’t even know what you even want.” Fingers made their way through the mess of auburn hair, pushing her hair back in a nervous and frustrated way. She was a complete mess. Her lips parted once more when he asked what they should talk about, eyes narrowed then. “You don’t get to fucking pull that shit,” her voice had lifted, now a little more angry that he wanted to drop the subject and just make it seem that this was something she had intended on always doing, that she had tried to hide it behind his back. When the truth was that she wanted to be with him, but she didn’t know if that was something he was willing to go for. “You know that it wasn’t what you’re making it appear to be, but if you can’t look past this and talk to me, then I don’t know what else to do! — I’m sorry, okay? I am. I’m sorry.”

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

@isobelopez

Zak had planted himself upon the brunette’s couch, as she ran out for a few errands. That of a basketball being twirled and tossed behind both hands, as the aroma of a roast filled the air around her apartment. The place was silent, and the male was calm, relaxed even. Half naked, with only a pair of cut up sweat pants into shorts covering him. The sound of the door being opened, caused him to look over the arm rest where his head had previously laid. That of a brunette girl appearing before him. Within a swift motion, he had placed the ball down, and appeared upon his feet, “Hey, babe.” He greeted, as he made his way towards her, pausing briefly to pressed a quick kiss against her lips, before continuing towards the kitchen where he had a assortment of different things cooking. After he checked on the food, he would turn back towards her and proceed closer towards the counter that separated them. “I know I said we’d go out, but —” He gave a shrug, “ — I lied. Oh, – and, uh, some guy came by looking for you today. He asked for you by name, I said yeah, this was your residence. He asked who I was, and I just said your boyfriend.” Not really the truth, but it was worth the wide eyed expression the male had been given. “And I guess that scared the guy away, because he then lied and said he had the wrong place.” Turning slightly, “I’m assuming he was looking for the wallet that I’d come to find tucked deeply into your couch.” His words were soft, no real malice about them. In fact, they were simply matter of factly. Nothing more, nothing less, as he was aware that he had no real right for it to be anything more. “It’s sitting on the coffee table. I don’t know what you want to do with it, he might be back. But I’ll leave that one to you.” He stated, as he pressed his lips into a quick smile.

Isobel smiled as she entered her apartment. It smelt amazing, whatever was cooking, that was. Her mouth filled with saliva even before she closed the door of her apartment, smiling at the male who came up to press his lips to hers. “Hey, something smells good.” The brunette said as she shrugged off her jacket and followed him towards the kitchen. The brunette leaned on one side of the island, putting her weight upon its surface as she listened to him. Her lips parted to mention something after he said they wouldn’t be going out, only for her words to falter with what came next. The array of emotions on her face came one after the other. Confusion at the mention of a strange male, surprise when he had told the stranger he was her boyfriend and finally, complete dread at the mention of a wallet tucked between a couch. A sigh escaped as she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, prepared to tell him the truth. However, he didn’t seem bothered or angered by the notion, and that confused her more than anything else. “I....” the brunette commenced as she peered at the wallet briefly, gaze returning to him. “I don’t really know what to say to all of that because I would have expected some yelling, maybe some kind of... emotion.” While it seemed that she was turning the tables on him, it wasn’t the case at all. In fact, she was merely confused considering their status had been a mystery to her, and now, that seemed all the more complicated and confusing. “Do you ... want to talk about it?”

[isobelopez]

superwes:

Wesley yawned softly before taking another sip of his coffee. “I love me job, I love my job…” He trailed off to himself. The saying was true, but after just getting off one of his longest and exhausting shifts since he’s been working.

“What’s wrong with your job?” She asked curiously as she folded her arms above her chest. He looked fit, so she guessed it had to be something physical. Luckily for her, she was one of the few people who didn’t work and could afford it. 

[isobelopez]

rain-norahrobinson:

Norah sat at the counter of the bar, her finger ran around her cup of whiskey as she heard the husky voices in the back along with the soft country music on the background. Everything about the bar was extremely calming for her. She looked at the person beside her and a little smirk formed on her lips “Would you like a drink? My treat” she took a sip of her whiskey, her eyes never leaving the person beside her as she waited for their answer.

“I’ve never said no to someone who’s offering to pay for my drink.” Isobel said with a small smile as she crossed her arms above her chest. “What’s this for?” Usually people payed drinks for something in particular and she was wondering what it was with the blonde.

[snezhqqqa]

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

Zak arched his brow at the Latina as she mention his sex drive, causing him to choke on air. Coughing it away, before clearing his throat, he turned his attention upon the woman, “I’ll give you that. I enjoy sex, the art of a woman’s body is something I sure damn do admire.” He admitted, with a nod, “But if I have one of a teenage boy, then I’d really hate to put a label on yours.” He commented, as he continued to eyed the beauty, challenging her to disagree on that. A while knowing she wouldn’t, because just like himself, she was a fan of the art as well. As Zak started to move away, he found himself hauling as a small hand grabbed out his shirt. Giving into the motion, he found himself closing the gap he had put between them second before, and the taste of her lips upon his tongue. Once he was able to pull away, he smirked at her, followed by a wink in her direction, and then the shutting of her door.

Zakary listened to her as she spoke her thoughts, it a lie if the idea of staying in the room didn’t allure him. Simply because he could’ve used the power nap, but also, he knew they both needed food. Something solid before they went to this thing, and forced to shove mini crab cakes down their throat all night. “Well, to be honest, throwing my ass down on that bed–” He glanced over at the bed in question, “–sounds real good right about now. But, if we pass up this pizza, then we’re going to be in a world of hurt later. So —” He began towards her, “Lets hit up the streets. Are we still confident enough in the sweats, or do we need a moment to change?” He questioned Isobel.

Isobel didn’t need to look at him twice to know that he was someone who enjoyed sex, especially when he was in her presence. The subtle glances and the way his eyes moved down her body, she knew very well just how capable he was. Most people enjoyed sex, but even she could admit that most people didn’t have sex the way that they had sex. “I’m a teenage boy as well.” The brunette said with a little grin on her face since she often felt starved when it came for sex. Finally, it seemed that she had met someone who could both tame and keep up with her. Though she wouldn’t get ahead of herself too much. They would take whatever this unconventional connection and bundle of feelings for each other one day at a time and explore whatever it was they were feeling for one another. With the press of her lips, the brunette grinned at him when he winked and walked away. 

Her eyes flicked towards the bed before she pushed herself off the wall and nodded slightly. It was all too tempting but if she had to be in heels for the better part of the night, the least she could have was a full stomach while doing it. “That sounds like a plan to me.” A dark gaze lowered towards the sweats she bore, snorting back at him. “I can rock anything, are you kidding.” Her hand moved to his chest, pushing him back before she ventured to the hotel door and swung it open. When they’d grabbed everything and were ready, the brunette paused to circle the male. Hands lifted to his shoulders to hoist herself up on his back, letting her arms drape over his shoulders as her legs circled his waist.

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

Zak huffed as the brunette admitted those truths to him, only to claim that she’d deny it if he ever brought it up again. This, he decided to take as a challenge. “We’ll see about that.” He smirked, before then following behind her into the hall. A chuckle would then fall from his lips, “Me? You’re telling me not to get distracted? Oh – okay. Lets go with that, babe.” He nodded, as they made their way out to his truck. A long pause as her comment lingered in the air, “You have no idea.” Making his way over to the passenger side door, he popped it open for her, and waited for her to hop in. Taking a hold of her bag, the impression that he would be it away more than known. “I got it.” He assured, with a quick smirk.

[A couple of hours later, boom.]

With both his bag, and hers, tossed over either shoulder, while another bag rested in the hand at his side, he proceeded to unlock the door to the hospital room, and make his way into the dimly lit room. Dropping the luggage off to the side, before turning to face the edge of the bed. Attention among his phone that now rested within his hands, a quick text message, before looking up at Isobel, and tossing the device down upon the bed. “We’ve gotta be ready to go by eight. But since we still have some time, are you hungry?” He asked, then moving towards the desk, “Pizza? Or we could go out, hit up a place around here?”

Her gaze met him on a shake of her head, smiling then. “There’s no ‘we’ll see’, only that you’re not going to repeat it unless you want to be punished.” Her brow rose, winking at him teasingly, though there was a clear indication of some kind of threat or promise behind those words. Her eyes rolled, tucking a strand behind her ear. “You’re the one with the sex drive of a teenage boy, and with me looking like this by your side,” she teased him, knowing full well that she probably looked worse than he’d ever seen her before. There was no form fitting attire in what she bore. Sliding into his truck after the male opened the door for him, her eyes moved over him as she nodded her head. Only leaning forward to grab his shirt when he went to leave, the brunette pulled him back and pressed her lips to his briefly, before releasing the male so they could get on the road sooner rather than latter. 

[TIMESKIIIIIP]

Isobel was glad to meet the concrete when they arrived, following him into the hotel room. It was a nice room, one that she could see herself lounging around into. In fact, the bathtub was big enough for her to lie down in comfortably. As he spoke, the female turned to peer at him and the clock. They had some time to explore and do other activities before they got ready. “Well, you know it takes me a little more time than an hour to get ready. So, maybe we can go to that pizza place down the street. It’s not that far, or we can just call in and lounge around. It’s up to you,” She told him, pressing her shoulder against the wall as she awaited his decision.

[isobelopez]

dakotaaren:

“Is that so?” He stepped forward, wrapping his hands around her waist loosely, and tucking his forehead down to meet hers. Piercing grey eyes flashed across her own, and he felt her finger slip down her chest just as the words danced across her rosy lips. To an onlooker this would look like two people, flirting innocently. But to them they knew what it was; what it had always been. which was a game. an attraction. a toying of who could get who down to their most vulnerable parts quicker. Isobel usually tended to win this part, but Dakota had grown stronger in the weeks without her, more in control of his emotions and how he chose to let them affect his actions. He had yet to brake, and as he skirted his lips across her jaw, he smirked, pulling away quickly to laugh. “Dolce and Gabbana…that ought to be cheating…”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” the brunette whispered softly when the male moved forward and encircled his arms around her waist. Her hand tugged upon his shirt, determined to pull them closer together until the same hand lifted to move around the back of his neck. A smile came to her lips as she watched his eyes flick over her, but there was something different in the way the male held himself, as if he’d grown some kind of confidence within these last few months. In fact, it made her all the more curious, daring to take a step further if only to peer a little more beneath the surface. Lips dragged across her neck and the brunette easily arched her neck, sighing softly. “I would never do such a thing,” she whispered, fingers trailing beneath his shirt, daring herself to explore further.

[p00n-handler]

[isobelopez]

goldenboy-elliot:

Elliot couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened to Isobel’s words and he smiled when she said yes to him buying her a drink. “I’m glad to hear that and I already know a bar where we can get drinks at,” he said, yet to tell her that he was taking her to his bar that he owned. “After you,” he said, motioning the way towards his bar.

Isobel grinned at him then. “I’ve always liked a guy who has a plan even before I need to suggest anything.” Her head tilted as she turned on her heel and followed the direction in which he was headed, already curious to see where he had planned on bringing her. 

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

Zak didn’t reply, instead he watched the brunette change from the form-fitting dress into a pair of sweats and a shirt. Hues lingering over the the petite figure she showed off with pride. With a smirk, he finally flickered his attention up to her features, as she turned towards him. Bag now over her shoulder, “Is that a problem?” He asked, with a arch of his brow. “We can go.” He agreed, standing out to the side, and holding out a hand to motion for her to go first. Then following behind her, as dark orbs fell to the way her clothes hung off her body. “Sure make anything look good, babe, don’t ya?” The words were slightly taunting.

Isobel could feel his eyes on her as she changed, and she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t like it. The way they coursed over her body while she changed, in fact ensuring that she slipped into her clothes even after her bags were done so he could spend more time looking at her. “No,” she then chimed once she pulled her hair out of her shirt. “I kind of like it but if you ever bring it up — i’ll deny it.” The brunette grinned at him, handing him the heavy bag that was probably filled with more things than she’d need. As she brushed past, her gaze met his over her shoulder as well as a grin. “Don’t I? Now, now, don’t get too distracted because we’re never going to get there, and as you said, we have a long drive ahead of ourselves. You’re gonna have to keep your hands to yourself, which I know will be very hard because these clothes,” she tugged at her oversized t-shirt, “is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever worn.”

[isobelopez]

liana--hunt:

Sex did wonders for the single girl. It released the tension and increased  endorphins and did all sorts of wonders but there were just some things that sex couldn’t fix. Her life was falling apart, her friends or the people she’d thought of as friends were happy- extremely so and she  well… Liana was still on the outside looking in. She wanted to be part of something. She wanted to come home on days that were particularly stressful and kiss her son, cuddle up with the little boy to have him fall asleep in her arms. She wanted friends that could be her friends and she wanted someone to kiss the back of her neck and tell her they loved her. Throwing punches at the bag, hitting harder and harder one after another she’d been wrapped up in her thoughts and throwing her hand at the wrong angle she winced. Clutching the hand to her chest she was sure she sprained it. Swearing under her breath. “Fuck… this is what I get isn’t it”

Isobel enjoyed her training more than most people who went to class, and perhaps that was why she was stared at a lot. After all, she hadn’t gotten the body she had just by sitting at home on the couch. She worked at it all day and had a very selective regiment on what she did to ensure that her body remained the way she wanted it. Music filthered through her earphones, but during a shift in song, she heard the person beside her curse. Which, of course, sparked her curiosity. “No,” she told the brunette as she stepped forward, pulling out her earbuds. “always the centre of the back or your knuckles will ram onto the side and it’ll be dangerous. —You good or do you need ice?”

[isobelopez]

derrekhunter:

“Hypothetically speaking —-” He began, probably more then aware of the answer already. If he knew his children, at all, he knew this answer. But he really only cared to ease his mind of those chances, by taking a poll. “If you have a date, say with the "Hottest guy” —“ He paused, giving a small shrug, and tilt of his head, ”— or girl. Whatever your preference happens to be, and you spent a couple of hours getting ready for this super hot date—“ He couldn’t suppress the eye roll that followed, "but then this date comes to your door, but you’re still not ready. Therefore, your father answers, and he immediately decides that he doesn’t like him. Therefore, might have or might not have threaten to put said date six feet under if he ever came near you again. Ruining the date, and over all what you claim was your "social status”— how long would it take for you to forget and forgive?“

Isobel furrowed her brow as she looked at the male, only able to follow along with what he was insinuating when he was almost done. A snort escaped as she folded her arms above her chest and tilted her head to look at the attractive father. The fact that he had children was enough for her to wrinkle her nose considering she knew they may have been close to her age. “I would never forgive you,” the brunette told him with a shrug of her shoulder. “Especially if it was with the hottest guy and you ruined all my chances. In fact, I would actually spite you by sneaking out in the middle of the night and going to this guys house to make it up to him in ways that would make you cringe.”

[isobelopez]

zakolton:

“A few hours.” He replied, without hesitation, before finally turning to face the woman. “And, no, actually. It’s a weekend event kind of thing.” Zak added, before making his way passed the brunette. Adding space between himself, and Isobel, “Did I forget to mention that? –Sorry, but if you want to back out, you’re more than welcome too. Choice is yours.” He added a careless shrug, before then crossing his arms as the female seemed surprised by his words. Him himself not thinking much of it. “I did?” He spoke, a slight confusion among his words. “I have a bad habit with pet names.”

“You didn’t, but I can put something together quickly.” The brunette lifted the dress from her body, revealing the lingerie she’d specifically put on for him. It would give him an idea of what could be if he played his cards right. As she undressed, she cared little about where the male was, sliding into some sweats and an oversized t-shirt. The dress, however, was tucked cleanly into the bag with a change of clothes, a few other dresses and other things she would need. When the back was prepared and hung over her shoulder, the brunette eyed him with a nod. “Funny,” she began with a smile. “You’ve never called me that before. Shall we go?”

[isobelopez]

charlotte-belrose:

Charlotte smiled at other when she had heard she was okay. “Good I’m glad. I would have felt terrible if I hurt you,” she said softly. “I am so sorry again. I just know that I need to pay more attention when I walk now.” Charlie felt terrible for running into the girl and did not know what else she could do except apologize.

Isobel bit her lower lip as she eyed the blonde girl. While it had hurt initially, she was almost shocked by the genuine apology she received. It wasn’t that bad, at least not as bad as the blonde felt like it was. “Relax. It’s totally fine. My arm is good, and you seem fine. I’m fine. We’re all fine.” She laughed then, placing her hand upon the other’s arm. “I’ll get you a coffee, okay?”

[isobelopez]

jaceroberts:

“What? You saying we’re hipsters now?” Jace shrugged lightly, he honestly wasn’t all that bothered what she was implying — if she was or not. Coffee was coffee and that was that. “That’s caffeine for you,” he added, smiling. “Drug of choice.”

“I figured that was pretty much the name that most accepted, or is that still a name that most people would rather not being called.” She didn’t know much of anything given that the most coffee that she drank was the one she had at home. “At least you’re not doing something out. Your mother must be proud, you do seem like a good boy.”