[tcssathompson]

Adria Arjona being unfairly pretty as Five in 6 Underground

[skellsmemes]

Seduction Starters

A mix of actions that focus on the seduction/pinning. Inspiration taken from an array of different memes to put them all together in this one. Feel free to mix prompts to make more specific ones or if reverse them.

send in one of these for my muse’s (RECEIVER) reaction to your muse (SENDER) …

( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass.

( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room.

( WATCH ) watching mine while drinking their beverage.

( TOUCH ) “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

( HOLD ) holding mine’s hand.

( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand.

( GIFT ) giving mine a gift. (example: flowers, jewellery)

( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.

( LETTER ) sending mine a love letter.

( LOCK ) offering my muse a lock of their hair.

( LEAN ) leaning against mine’s side.

( FIX ) fixing or straightening my mine’s clothes.

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine.

( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stares while stargazing.

( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.

( BRUSH ) brushing mine’s hair.

( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip.

( SING ) singing to mine.

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

( BECKON ) beckoning to follow them.

( SLIDE ) sliding down their hand down mine’s back.

( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.

( SILENCE ) silencing mine’s by pressing their finger on mine’s lips.

( PUSH ) pushing against the wall. (example: rough or soft pushing against wall)

( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.

( FACE ) stroking mine’s face.

( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s.

( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.

( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.

( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)

( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to meet in secret in the dead of night.

[gentlesleaze]

“You can’t, can you.”

[jessica-reyes]

anatoly-veselov‌:

  For a moment he felt almost guilty — if one could see a crest fall, he’d just seen it in the way her whole body seemed to sag at the absence of her preferred drink. But more than that he’d seen the dead-tired look in her eyes, the way she’s slumped into her seat and clung to the bar like a lifeline. 

  Days like that required alcohol. 

  “Life is hard — a long, slow torture punctuated by moments of bliss and happiness, and then we die,” he spoke matter-of-factly, not really in the way that most might make such a glum statement. There was nothing defeatist in his tone, but more an air of something who had excepted the bad with the good and moved on with his life. 

  “Drinking helps numb the pain — just be careful not to miss the happy bits,” he lifted his glass to her as if to cheers, mumbling ‘to your happiness’ in thick Russian. 

She felt bad, a passing piece of shame, that Johnathan’s mad dog ramblings had lead her to believe they lacked a certain eloquence. A stupid thought really. Of course, he would speak of them as temperamental dogs–– it’s what he liked about them. His scathing comments had almost been praise. She lifted her lips into an imitation smile.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” She agreed. It was true, now more than ever. She’d experience the brief high of London, the high of Johnathan, the high of a promising career. Now she was starting to smell the rot beneath it all. The commercial break of happiness was closing and it didn’t care whether Jess was bitter about it or not.

She almost smiled at the language, not because she knew what the other was saying- god knows she didn’t speak a word of Russian (outside of poorly imitating the accept and saying vodka here and there, which certainly didn’t count) and he could’ve said something foul for all she knew. But it had sounded pleasant, and that was enough. “To the happy bits.” She responded, lifting her glass in turn.

“Jessica,” She offered finally, extending her hand in his direction.

[bukaterose]

Before We Go (2014) directed by Chris Evans

[jessica-reyes]

castillo-adrian‌:

As Adrian sat silently while Jess tended to his wounded apprentice, he thought of his sister. Inès, like Jessica, was a nurse. He remembered how stern he’d been once, when Julien suggested taking one of the St. Clair loyalists to Inès to take out a bullet in his leg. They almost got into a huge fight over it, but his sister was off-limits. Adrian would rather risk the boy bleeding to death, than involving Inès with the St. Clair organisation.

Adrian felt a tang of guilt, for not expanding the same level of protectiveness of Jessica, and maybe a bit scorn for Johnathan, for letting her get involved.

Not that Adrian didn’t appreciate her help. He watched as she delicately sutured the idiot who let himself be stabbed in an attack he should’ve seen coming. Adrian thought he’d train him better than that. He had thought wrong, obviously. The semi-apologetic, semi-scared look the loyalist gave to Adrian had been returned with silence and dismissal. He’d deal with him later. The assassin let him scurry off, and gave him time to summon enough courage to face him the next day.

Although he and Jess hadn’t been particularly close, Adrian had gotten to know her a little bit, mostly during the same occasions as this: her patching up his men. Tonight though, he decided to stay a little longer and see how she was doing. What had happened to Jai disturbed even him, an assassin no stranger to all sorts of gruesome death, he couldn’t even fathom how she would’ve felt.

“Yes, please,” he nodded in agreement. Adrian let the silence linger briefly, and sipped the drink that she offered, before he asked, “How are you, Jess?”

She opened her fridge; a few leftover take out containers that were likely to never be finished and two six-packs of cider. Groceries were a waste of time, what little time she did spend here wasn’t spent cooking, at some point she’d gotten tired of throwing away rotting vegetables she should’ve eaten sooner. She pulled the two bottles of cider free, passing one to Adrian across the counter. “It’s a screw top.” She twisted her hands in the motion for good measure before resting her forearms on the cheap laminate, hunching a little as she leaned. Once, she might’ve offered him the couch. But she didn’t sit there much these days. It didn’t matter that Johnathan had replaced it and the rug too. It didn’t help that she’d moved the furniture around as much as she could given the tight space. The blood was still there for her, even if no one else saw it.

“All things considered?” She responded, unsure how to follow up the words before finally shaking her head with a polite smile. She loathed how the question made her eyes want to tear. There was nothing to be said, she wasn’t doing well. When time crawled stagnantly, she felt her mind eating her alive. Work was fine, it kept her busy. Johnathan too. But this place made her skin itch. She’d move if she had the time. “Getting by,” She completed. He mustn’t think much of her, someone like Adrian had probably seen countless awful things. Probably got to sleep just fine. Johnathan too. She watched him sleep like the dead night after night and wondered if he thought less of her for how fresh Jai’s death remained for her.

“What about you, anyway?”

[jessica-reyes]

Is there anything that Johnathan could do to make her leave him? Where does she draw the line?

There are things Johnathan’s already done that she’d leave him for. The bulk of which she doesn’t know, but there’s definitely lines of morality Jess can’t reconcile. She just doesn’t see him in that light, and would probably need to see it first hand to believe it. Information second hand from someone who hates him, isn’t likely to switch her onto it. Maybe sew doubt, but not enough to walk away. To her, he’s good and kind and maybe he’s ruthless but he’s ruthless with other monster’s so how bad could he really be right? She doesn’t even believe, really, that he’d be someone who could hurt innocent people. She doesn’t view him as something that could harm her. That being said, if she did, she’d probably be scared to leave him. She’s completely alone here, her entire presence in London is tethered to Johnathan and the Rutherford’s. He got her the job she has now, the only people she really knows are his people. I think part of Jess’s denial about who he is, is knowing that she’s going to be in a very unopportunistic spot if she does manage to walk away.

[jessica-reyes]

Did Jess have feelings for Jai?

It’s definitely not a yes, and it’s not a complete no. Jess tends to have a lot of fondness for anyone that makes her comfortable, she hasn’t had that bond with many people in her life. She never particularly fit anywhere, especially after she rejected the Kings. It was one of the reasons she fell for Johnathan as fast as she did, because he took an interest and was involved with her at her loneliest. Jai was someone that she formed a bond with when her life was on the up post-meeting Johnathan, rather than when it was at it’s lowest so she associates him with the better part of her life. Even when she wanted to stay aloof with the Rutherfords, she let him close enough to be considered a good friend. I think it probably felt like a crush at times, but realistically it was one of the first friends she’d really made in her adult life. And like Johnathan, she kept it very compartmentalised so she never saw the uglier dark things. He was just someone who was kind to her. Not everyone was awful in Porto Velho but she knew how she was viewed there versus how she is here and knows that she wasn’t a pity conversation with him. So it probably blurred the lines at times. But never really beyond that.

[jessica-reyes]

There’d been a time Jess hated the backyard patch up’s. Each time made her feel as though she were dancing too close to the line. That if she passed over it, she’d be more of a Rutherford than she could take back and the fragile neutrality would be irreparable. That had been before Jai. Before the French had politely informed her she’d been miles over the line the entire time, and if that was the case, she’d remember that the next time she had to decide which bones to set, which wounds to close. She worked with quiet efficiency. The boy–– man, she supposed, wore a steady poker face that only crumpled as she began to suture with only whiskey and tylenol to numb him. But he was brave about it, most of them were. Adrian was quiet too, presumably leaving her to her concentration. “You’re lucky you didn’t lose your eye,” She scolded softly, readying the butterfly closures. He quirked something resembling a sheepish smirk before looking at Adrian over her shoulder. The kitchen table was sprawled with first aid kits of varying legal obtainment. Including tetanus boosters, after Johnathan had bought a woman that a dog had done its damnedest to take her arm. It was only seeming to expand with each odd case.

Finally, he stood, sewed as well as they could hope. She’d thought Adrian may drive him home, in fact, she’d only managed half of that question before the Rutherford boy thanked her and informed her he’d be taking an uber. She didn’t understand, almost offering to drive him herself before he dismissed himself. Was this some bizarre respect thing that she hadn’t understood, or was he returning to his post hoping to avoid a scolding? She supposed she shouldn’t ask questions. She turned to Adrian, pulling the latex gloves off of her hands, tossing them in the kitchen bin, along with the bloodied paper towel. “Drink?” She asked over the counter. Being alone with Adrian in her home previously would’ve made her stomach sink. But now, she didn’t care much either way. No presence was as unwelcome as Jai’s ghost, by comparison, she may even be glad for the company. Mob related or otherwise.

[jessica-reyes]

The handwriting, distastefully elegant and aloof. She found a deep hatred stirring in her belly that she hadn’t known she was capable of. It churned like acid, so violent and deafening she understood for the first time how Johnathan could beat someone bloody and just keep going. The thought was the only thing sobering her shock as the walls felt like they were toppling onto her. How much she wanted to pick up something heavy and bring it down on whoever was responsible until their face was also a mismatched tapestry of tissue, just like how they’d left him. They’d come into her home, broken in and violated it. They’d reduced her friend to a barely recognisable heap and left her boyfriends name stapled to him for further insult.

[maurawrites]

Inbar Lavi as Winsome in ‘Sons of Anarchy’

[jessica-reyes]

There wasn’t a single cell in his body that wanted to be in the middle of a festive-fucking-fiasco that night. If he’d thought he could get away with dipping on the arrangements without inviting the wrath of the ever-hormonal Maya Alliot, he might’ve tried, but since her beloved vegetable had finally returned to consciousness, she’d been touchier than ever. If keeping her happy meant pretending he didn’t want to use the skates to run over the throats of half of their supposed London ‘loyalists’, then he would just have to manage.

The Frenchman had been walking in the direction of the crowds he’d rather have avoided when–eyes fixed to his phone screen–he collided with somebody else. An apology died somewhere in the back of his throat when he realized who. How she was looking at him.

All right, so maybe Hyde Park wasn’t a total bust after all.

Rather disappointingly, Laurent hadn’t seen Jessica since she’d patched his head up at the hospital. I’ll scream; it was a slight change in tone from the laughter they’d shared then. Well, fuck. Had the absolute fucking brick she called a boyfriend finally attempted some honesty, then? If not about himself, in the wake of his little lapdog’s murder, maybe he’d thought a heads up on the French might help to protect her…

“Now that’s a conversation I wouldn’t have minded overhearing.”

“You’re not going to scream.”

Because Jessica was smart, and nobody would get there before he snapped her neck.

It was no secret that he was still livid at the loyalist who’d delivered the uglier half of Jai’s corpse to her house. When Laurent had worked so hard to justify keeping her name out of the equation, he’d seen the flourish as personal insubordination, and that could not and would not fly if he was supposed to have control. Laurent understood her anger, and the sympathy he felt was genuine when his own girlfriend had been dragged into shit she never should’ve seen to pay for his sins. But that was a conversation for another day. He hoped it weighed on Johnathan just as heavily as it did on him.

“What did he tell you?”

You’re not going to scream.

Like hell she wouldn’t. If anyone tried picking her off the street she’d scream bloody murder. It was better to die here, she’d seen what they’d done to Jai. They wouldn’t have the luxury of torture in the middle of Hyde fucking Park. But he kept his distance and for that her voice stayed low. “He told me enough. I should’ve let you bleed out.” Of course Laurent had been nothing close that when she’d seen him last, only a superficial trauma. In an instant the thought made her stomach roll. She hadn’t even considered it, not for a second did it cross her mind that he’d inflicted it- likely himself to get in and keep tabs on her. He’d known who she was all along, why else would he insist on being seen by her? She felt as though she may be sick.

Jai was kind, in the same way Johnathan was. She knew both had potential for violence, but they’d never frightened her. Nor had they tried to. They were good to her, and now one of them was gone and Johnathan’s side was exposed where his friend had once been. She’d never hated anything as much as she loathed Laurent in that moment. “Of course he didn’t have to say much. Jai said plenty.” She seethed quietly. His face still haunted her, the mismatching of bloodied parts that only resembled the person she’d known. The gaping hole left by point blank rage. The awful way they’d sawed him in half. Oh Jai had said more than Johnathan ever could. She was dealing with monsters she hadn’t anticipated.

“Was it you? Did you do that to him?” It may have been a question, but her voice was all accusation. Even if he hadn’t, surely he’d given the order? Since arriving in London she’d asked to stay neutral, she’d never wanted to know enough to bias her. If she knew too much, how was she supposed to treat people who may walk out and blow Johnathan’s brains out on the street? How would she live with that, if she’d been one that helped them? She now lived knowing how easy it would be to look the other way if their lives were on the line. When she’d walked by Theo’s room while on call- she couldn’t even think about how tempting it had been. After how brutally he’d beaten Johnathan, she never wanted the fucker to wake up again. Maybe she should’ve.

Of all the things she hated the French for at present, the alien rage they’d filled her with ranked highest.

[jessica-reyes]

Jessica walked around the Hyde Park festivities with the same weighted paranoia she wore everywhere these days. Nowhere felt safe anymore. Her home had been invaded and defiled. Even in Cávado, she’d seen nothing like it and she’d seen more than she’d ever cared to. She watched the skaters, wishing to feel that whimsical wonder she’d expected to feel, but there was only anxiety. Who was watching her, while she was watching them? Johnathan had told her to be careful, not to be alone and she wasn’t. The place was bristling with life, but it didn’t make her feel any safer. Still, she forced herself to smile, hoping the familiarity would fool her busy mind.

Mourning Jai felt dishonest. He was Johnathan’s best friend and he seemed to be coping far better than she. But she wasn’t just missing a friend, though that ached too. Jai had been John’s right-hand man for a long time, and he’d been picked off seemingly so at random that it terrified her. It could’ve been John–– but it wasn’t. It could’ve been her–– but it wasn’t. They were both alive by the grace of luck at best. At worst, because the French had chosen it to be so for whatever reason’s she couldn’t fathom. She turned away from the rink, moving towards the markets as she weaved around strangers. Once she made it past the busiest stalls, commotion died out and stragglers remained. She almost bumped chest to chest as she fumbled for her keys, ready to leave.

She wished it was a stranger.

She stumbled back half a pace, eyes ignited with fear and fury. For the first time in her life, Jessica looked at someone and wished, really wished, she could kill him. With teeth and nails if she had to, it was a primal disgust. He’d drank with her, been a friendly face... She’d thought of him as kind. A cat and mouse game, she’d come to realise. She’d been something to bat between his paws before she’d had the good sense to be frightened. Her time meeting him with warmness was through. “I’ll scream,” She threatened. She wanted to glance away, see how far the nearest witness might be, but she wouldn’t take his eyes off of him.

[jessica-reyes]

anatoly-veselov‌:

  His attention drifted from the flat screen above the bar — a babble of voices behind a vaguely interesting news-ticker — to the glass being slid across the lacquered surface toward the patron to his left. 

  “Seriously?” The look that accompanied the comment of incredulity was one of disappointment and light disgust; not all that different from his resting face, mind you. “You want a sippy-cup with that? Need me to dice up your chicken tendies for you? No…. no no no,” he shook his head and waved the bartender over, pointing out a frosted bottle with a thin red stripe along the label midway up the shelves, reaching across the bar to pluck up a clean tumbler off the mat.

  “Tonight we are drinking,” he emphasized the word thickly as a large hand enveloped the top of the other’s glass, sliding it away from them whilst swapping in the empty vessel that he promptly urged the bartender to fill. 

Her eyes dimly focused on the lemonade being pushed in her direction. It wasn’t the night for drinking. Her shift had been long and taxing, her stomach was empty and her mood was glum. The last thing she needed was to light a spark near all that bad decision gasoline. Lemonade and a bowl of chips were what her soul needed. Then she could get home and pretend to sleep before she had to be up in the morning. She almost didn’t realise his words were for her, prompting a rather late raise of her brows as she turned to look at him startled.

Russian. Loudly so. Johnathan had told her that the Russians could be trusted. Within reason. Which sounded an awful lot like the tentative warning you gave for a dog that’s been known to bite. Within reason had a lot of flexibilities. Still, she’d patched one up a month ago, he’d seemed friendly enough. Another late-night call, a slew of apologies for involving her and insistence that there was nowhere else to go. He didn’t need to try so hard with his lies anymore, she’d given up on turning them away. Russian’s could be trusted though.

Within reason.

“I shouldn’t,” She protested weakly, trying to pick his face as she met his eye. Had she met this one? She didn’t think so. Johnathan certainly hadn’t introduced her.

The bartender took her lemonade back at his request and for a childish moment, she almost wanted to whine. It seemed like such a silly thing to look forward to, but she had. Still. She relented with a sigh. “What’s the occasion?”

[jessica-reyes]

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.

[jessica-reyes]

“𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒚.”

[jessica-reyes]

TRADITIONS:

Are you a Grinch, or do you enjoy the holidays?: Jess likes the holidays well enough, she’s not an overtly festive person, but you won't catch her whining over carollers.

On which day do you celebrate Christmas?: Jess celebrates Christmas on the 25th, but Christmas Eve was always the bigger event in her household. Her father is Puerto Rican and back home, December and even some of January were very festive times. On the years they could afford it, they had a very large traditional dinner on Christmas Eve and would spend most of Christmas day chilling out.

Is it a religious celebration or non-denominational?: For Jess; non-denominational. For her family, it was a Christian holiday.

Who do you usually spend the holidays with?: She previously spent all of them with her mother and father, sometimes with the rest of her extended family as well. This is the first year that she won’t be seeing them. Her plans likely include Johnathan unless she’s working.

What does your typical Christmas dinner include?: Roast pork, rice and beans, patties. Jess’s favourite though, was always fried bread.

Do you open your presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?: One on Christmas eve, the other/s on Christmas day.

Do you still have a stocking?: No.

Do you still get an Advent Calendar?:  No.

Do you leave all of your Christmas shopping until last minute, or are you organized?: Jess is very organised and will pick them up as early as January in some cases if sales are good. She’s never had a lot of money, getting presents for people takes prioritisation and budgeting year-round, particularly when she was younger.

Do you take charge of the day, or are you the one in the corner sipping Baileys?: She’d help her mom but Jess would rather skirt around for some Christmas schnaps if she can.

Any traditions passed down through the family?: They’ve all somewhat ended with Jess. It’s not something she’s in the place to continue with this year and it doesn’t feel right to do so far from home. ( Though you might catch her sprinkling some sugar on her doorstep for good luck on new years. )

Any weird things your family does that others don’t?: One year they lost power completely for two days which prompted them to make monstrous sandwiches out of an assortment of food that would likely spoil. On the 23rd each year they repeat it to clear room for the Christmas food.

Do you go all-out with decorations, or keep it basic?: Basic.

Post a picture of what your Christmas tree looks like:

Do you ever spend the holidays away from home?: This is her first Christmas away from home in her life.

Do you like to get a bit tipsy, or is it an alcohol-free zone?: Tipsy!

FAVOURITES/FUN BITS:

Favourite Christmas song: Baby Please Come Home by Sleeping At Last

Least favourite Christmas song: Santa Baby by Michael Buble

Favourite Christmas food: Tembleque

Least favourite Christmas food: Lentil Patties.

Favourite Christmas movie: Love Actually

Least favourite Christmas movie: The Polar Express

Favourite Christmas tradition: Putting the tree up.

Ever re-gifted?: Of course.

If you had an unlimited budget, what would you buy for the three most important people in your life?: She would pay off her father’s medical bills and pay off the rest of their mortgage for her mother. She would purchase a really nice vacation for Johnathan and herself.

If you could have any gift in the world, unlimited budget, what would it be?: A house.

Weirdest Secret Santa gift ever received: Weird only because of how bland and unthoughtful, but back in Porto Velho she received another set of scrubs at the hospital Secret Santa party and it was disappointing.

If you could kiss any fictional character under the mistletoe, who would it be?: Christian from Moulin Rouge.

If you were forced to wear an ugly sweater to an ugly sweater party, what would it look like?: It would have to light up and make noise. Jess isn’t going to half ass an ugly sweater event.

What’s your go-to outfit for festive fancy dress?: Can’t go wrong in a red dress.

Christmas Day or New Year’s Eve?: Christmas day by far.

White Christmas or snow-free?: White Christmas!

MEMORIES: 

Earliest Christmas memory: Jess’s earliest Christmas memory was accidentally pulling the table cloth while trying to keep herself upright as she slipped and dragged all the drinks and tableware down with her, lucky the food hadn’t been plated yet.

Best Christmas memory: She’s most looking forward to this Christmas. It’s somewhere new, she’s more comfortable than she’d ever been in Cávado. She loves Johnathan. She wants to see if all holidays are fated to be melancholic or if breaking the pattern may salvage it.

Worst Christmas memory: She remembers her father breaking down the afternoon of Christmas when she was thirteen. He went to his room, she hadn’t meant to listen. This was the year that his back pain had started to become unmanageable, they’d barely gotten by most of the year even with him avoiding the hospital as much as he had. Keeping the apartment had been the only miracle of that year. Come Christmas there was no money for festivities, Jess had insisted that she didn’t mind. He’d held it together until their neighbour had brought around some of the leftovers from their cookout and he’d known then that their money troubles were talked about in a place where no one was well off. She knew it wasn’t her fault, but she still felt awful. It didn’t matter how many times she told her mother and father she didn’t mind, they still looked disappointed and embarrassed.

Best Christmas present ever received, and who was it from: Her grandmother handed down her necklace to her, a chunkier than ideal golden cross with fine pearl detailings.

Best Christmas present ever sent, and who was it for: She got her mother's car fully serviced three years back after it had seemingly stopped running. It involved more contact than ideal with the Kings but it was worth it to see her mothers stress diminish, even if only a little.

Someone you wish you could bring back for one last Christmas: Previously she would’ve said her Grandmother. Now she would say Jai, not because they were that close but because she can’t set foot inside her own home without thinking of him.

Have you ever been stuck somewhere else for Christmas?: She’s had to work the last couple of Christmas’s so somewhat yes. The hospital isn’t the best place to be on Christmas.