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Alister Morgan ➵ part one and part two ➵ Independent 1x1 blog tolerated by Sarah ➵ 21+ ➵ nsfw ➵ rebooted and revamped 2023

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thanaredreamtof·:

“Yeah?” Chris replied as he hopped onto a sheet at the bar counter. For as long as he could talk, he’s wanted to sing, and even though it was just a few pub gigs, he really felt like he was on the right track. “I really appreciate that” he smiled, before glancing over the alcohol behind the bar, “I’ll just take a whiskey…whatever you got, and your name too?” @lost-in-ivory

Ali studied the stranger before she turned to pull a bottle of Jameson from the shelf behind her, “This is the good Irish stuff.” She pulled out two glasses beneath the shelf and filled two fingers worth and slid one of them towards the man in front of her, “My name is Alister.” The woman tipped her glass up to touch his, “Everyone calls me Ali.” With one swift movement, she tossed back the drink and set it aside, “You?”

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tenccs·:

He’s surprised when she doesn’t lash out given the way he left things so abruptly. Sam avoids his old haunts like the plague, the idea of running into the people he used to hang out with makes him a little nauseous.

And a little nostalgic, but that’s a feeling he tries his hardest to ignore.

Even though he knows what he wants, his eyes drift back to the menu, taking the second to act like nothing about this was unusual.

“Uh, the chocolate chip pancakes. And some coffee. Like, a lot of coffee.” He looks up at her with a half-cocked smile, his tired eyes rimmed with the telltale signs of insomnia. “And, uh, congrats on the year.” He fiddles with the torn edge of the menu. “I’m almost there.” Just months away, but sometimes it felt like it was so far out of reach. Each day sober felt longer than the last and he’s not sure how he’s made it this far.

Even though Ali holds the notepad in her hand, she doesn’t write his order down and stashes it away in her head. Though the dark circles around his eyes are familiar but different in the contrast of who he is now, she can still gather that he’s not been able to sleep. She remembered the few nights she’d stayed up with him through the sleepless nights, eager to have someone to share the midnight hours with. It was her favorite part of the day, to be awake when the world slept. And when she had someone to share that with, no matter the reasons, it was even better. 

But she knew what he was going through now, struggling to sleep with nothing to help. That’s when those nights turned into the enemy. Alister’s heart swelled with sympathy but she simply smiled at his compliment, “Yeah? Feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she nodded, “I’ll have Mike get this started, and no one holds a fucking match to my coffee. I’ll brew a new pot.”

[lost-in-ivory]

@thanaredreamtof​ liked this for a starter <3

“They were right to hire you, you have a great voice.” Alister said to the new hire approaching her bar. “What can I get for you? On the house.”

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;; like this for a cheeky little starter 

[dailyfionagallagher]

You really have to stop answering my questions with a question. ( requested by anonymous )

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tenccs·:

“well—”

it was a safe assumption to make. when he tried to get sober for real, the second time, he deleted everything, changed his number, and stop talking to everyone he knew. he wouldn’t be surprised if people thought he finally overdosed, and he preferred it that way. it was easier to stay away from the drugs when he wasn’t surrounded by people doing them.

his first reaction to seeing her is dread where it twists a tight knot in his stomach—she was one of those people he left behind—but she looked… different. better. like the haze of drugs had been lifted from her eyes.

“no. just sober.” though the two things may as well as be the same. “you look—good.”

As much as Ali wanted to be angry with Sam for making her think he’d finally bit the dust to their shared habit, she just couldn’t. She knew first hand how difficult it was to get sober and there were people in her life she had to cut out just the same. Ali found herself studying his face and recognized the years between the last time they’d seen each other, but he still looked as good as the day they’d met.

There was very rarely a moment that they had ever seen each other sober and it was like she was meeting him for the first time again, seeing him in a light that she’d never had the chance to before.  “Thanks.” Ali replied, nervously tapping her notepad with her pen, “One year last month.” 

She shifted on her feet and cleared her throat, “Um- What can I get the kitchen started for you?” There was no easy way to pretend like they didn’t have a shared history- and it would be easy to open up closed wounds by delving into the past. As much as Ali wanted to get caught up on his life and find out what he had been up to all these years, she wasn't sure that was something that either of them could handle. 

[calellon]

and for my next trick i will go utterly insane in complete silence

[lost-in-ivory]

tenccs·:

@lost-in-ivory 

it’s early, painfully so. sam attempted to sleep last night, but spent a majority of it tossing and turning. at one point, he gave up and retreated to the couch to watch late night tv with hershey until the sun rose and the coffee shops opened. 

now he was seated in a diner, only one other person in the establishment at the early hour. he’s scribbling in his journal when he senses someone walking up to the table—the waitress. the order (coffee and chocolate chip pancakes) is sitting on the tip of his tongue, but the words fall flat when he looks up to see someone he left behind in another life. 

“—ali?” 

The thing about the morning shift, while albiet peaceful, was the boredom that came along with it. There were a few regulars, like Roger, who sat in the same seat every morning before his route and always ordered coffee and a donut. Or Janette, who was retiring from the night shift at the hospital with a Coke and turkey club. Every once in a while there were a few stragglers or people visiting from out of town who would tip relatively well and move on. 

Alister’s life had turned into routine. Where drugs and alcohol used to pass the time, now work did. She couldn’t say that she was necessarily happy- just happier. The bell from the front door interrupted her conversation with Chef Mike, who always treated her like an equal because he had once lived the same life. With a heavy sigh, she snatched her notepad and pen from the till and made her way over to the customer who had planted themselves in a booth in the back. “What can I-” Her mouth lost the words as familiar eyes mirrored her own shock and a flood of memories washed through her. 

“Sam?” Ali couldn’t decide if she wanted to hug him or slap him as she breathed out his name and took in his face. “I thought you were dead.”

[lost-in-ivory]

beefsolo·:

The moment Ben hit his back and felt his wife’s thighs straddle his hips, he knew that he had won her over with the weekend’s possibilities. A smug grin broke out across his lips as he watched her own shirt being hoisted over her head. He was all too ready to help her with the act of undressing as his large hand reached around and expertly unclasped the hooks that held her bra in place. He made sure to chuck it as far away as he could; as far as he was concerned, she wouldn’t be needing it anytime soon. “Thought you might start to see it my way…” He taunted upon pulling her back down to kiss her with equal amounts of hunger.

As soon as the cool air hit her breasts, she felt her nipples pebble and sucked in a breath as he pulled her back into a kiss. Since they last took a vacation, most of their personal time together was stolen during naps and quiet times of the house where the kids were least likely to interrupt- unless they were able to steal a night away at the apartment in the city. Now nothing but nature could interrupt them and if she had anything to say about it, those woodland creatures would stay far the fuck away. Humming in response, she reached beneath them to work at the buttons and zipper of his jeans. The way he devoured her made everything nearly impossible, especially trying to make her fingers function the right way. Ali broke the kiss to trail her lips down the scruff of his jaw and against his neck, “This whole mountain man thing you’ve got going on is really turning me on, baby.” She said with a glint in her eye as she leaned up to take him in and tug his jeans off. 

[lost-in-ivory]

ivoryxveins  ➵ lost-in-ivory

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It had been a long day at the diner and all Alister wanted to do was curl up in bed and get lost in the little black screen she had on her at all times. Her feet hurt from the heels she wore and her hair was tied up into a messy bun where it had fallen against her shoulders earlier in the day. She almost didn’t see the familiar figure sitting at her porch, waiting. 

“What are you doing here?”

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A low base thumped in Alister’s chest from the party roaring outside the empty bedroom she found solace in from the strangers outside. This was a good opportunity to snoop and see what the owner of the bedroom didn’t care enough to lock away. After pulling each one of the dressers out, she finally found a small baggie of weed stored away with a pipe under a pile of shirts, “Bingo...” Falling down onto the bed, she opened the bag to take in the smell when a click of the door opening took her attention.

“I’ll share if you don’t snitch on me.”

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ did it hurt? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfortable? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

❛ will you still look at me like you do now? ❜

[buddieloustat]

Fiona Gallagher in every episode -> Summer Loving

You know, historically, if I double your lie, I get the truth.

[lost-in-ivory]

open starter

A low base thumped in Alister’s chest from the party roaring outside the empty bedroom she found solace in from the strangers outside. This was a good opportunity to snoop and see what the owner of the bedroom didn’t care enough to lock away. After pulling each one of the dressers out, she finally found a small baggie of weed stored away with a pipe under a pile of shirts, “Bingo...” Falling down onto the bed, she opened the bag to take in the smell when a click of the door opening took her attention. 

“I can explain.”

[lost-in-ivory]

beefsolo·:

Ben hummed as his lips traveled from the corner of her mouth to her cheek, and finally to her ear. “Swear…” He warmly whispered, feeling her fingers drag; the tiniest bit sticky from her helping of marshmallows, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care about such a small detail.

Taking hold of the hem of his shirt, she pulled it over his head, taking the white-t along with it. The sun was still up, keeping them warm enough for now. There was something enticing about feeling him completely naked with no one to see but the creatures hiding in the trees. Once she discarded his shirt, she pushed him to lay flat on his back and straddled his hips. Long strands of her hair fell over them as she leaned back down and connected their kiss once more. She wasted no time pulling her tops off until she was in nothing but her bra, goosebumps rising at the cool nip of the wind on her back. 

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beefsolo·:

“If I have it my way, you won’t be able to kick anything when I’m done.” Ben purred, happy to abandon setting up camp for the time being to enjoy to enjoy the bliss of no interruptions. How long had it been since they’d found the time to take their time?

The idea of no responsibility and a peaceful weekend with just Ben was enough to convince her to come on this trip to the woods. They had the entire weekend to themselves and as much as she missed the kids, this is exactly what they needed. “Promise?” She replied, letting her hands roam down his back to slip under his flannel and explore the muscle beneath.