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Smoke And Mirrors || Allison & Maxine

#f2f:allison #f2f #silverliningwarrior #plot drop: fear to eternity #accidentally saved this to my drafts last night instead of posting it so.... xD

silverliningwarrior:

“What you’re about to see is real, remember that.” Allison commented. At least, Max would think it was real, but it wasn’t. However, getting her to snap out of that and the brunette snapping out of it herself would be quite the challenge and she knew that. Looking down at the weapon in the blonde’s hand, Allison pointed at it briefly before letting her gaze ascend once more. “And weapons won’t kill it. We have to overcome our fears together.” she explained, making her way out of the front door and outside. She didn’t exactly know where the demon was, but she figured it would enjoy populated places because it meant more victims. As she made her way over to town square, she noticed that it was pretty quiet there. Allison came to a halt and went over the options inside of her mind. Where could it be? Maybe it was inside Mystic Grill? That place was usually pretty crowded. As if on cue, she heard screams beginning to erupt, which prompted her to run over towards the building. Just as she reached for the doorknob, a parade of people in complete panic came busting through, running passed her and escaping as quickly as they possibly could. “It’s inside.” she motioned her head towards the establishment, making her way inside where she spotted the man by the bar, his latest victim dropping dead to the floor. Allison’s anger flared up right then and there and she was surprisingly more angry than afraid. Who knew how many people this thing had killed by now? And they weren’t gonna be next. “Don’t look at it for too long, alright? Just long enough for your fears to manifest.” Allison gripped at Maxine’s hand, pulling her along towards the creature. If they were gonna do this together, she’d hold the blonde’s hand while doing so. “Ladies, what took you so long? Care for a drink?” he smirked at both women, but Allison said nothing and simply made eye contact long enough for her fears to become a reality - inside her mind, that was. Her mother soon came out of the corner, all bloodied and her neck having a gaping wound. That was where the werewolf had fatally bitten her and looking at it now made the brunette want to sink right through the floor.

“Look at me, Allison. Look at what you did. All of this is your fault. You’re just a useless waste that I made the mistake of putting on this earth.” Victoria Argent had never been all hugs and kisses to anyone, but she’d also never talked like this to her own family. Allison already felt a tear slipping from her brown eyes. It felt so real, how could this not be? She could see her mother, it looked like her, talked like her, moved like her and even smelled like her. “Mom, I didn’t mean to. I should have saved you, I know. I live with that every single day. Not a day goes by that I don’t hate myself for letting that thing tear you apart. Please. I need you to believe me.” she couldn’t not feel guilty and devastated. She thought she’d never see her mom again, but here she was and she was angry. “You tore me apart, Allison. You. Not anyone else. This happened to me because of you.” Victoria spat and unbeknownst to Allison, the demon was smirking, feeding off her fear, which was beginning to affect her body. She was feeling weaker now, as if breathing was becoming more difficult and she didn’t know why. “I should have done better. I should have–” she couldn’t finish what she’d wanted to say, with her mother interjecting. “Shut up. And stop crying. I’m dead because of you.” the woman hissed, watching Allison’s tear stained face and the tears weren’t stopping. “I know! You’re dead!” Allison screamed, but right after the words had left her lips, she realized something… “You’re dead…” she mused quietly, wiping the tears from her face because this couldn’t be real if her mom was dead. And her mom had just said it herself - that she was dead. “You’re dead and not really here. And my mother loved me right before she died. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have come running after me to make sure that I was safe.” Allison felt more confident now, stepping towards the female figure until she was right in front of her, smiling through her tears. “You’re dead. And there’s nothing you can do about how my mom felt about me. She raised me to be tough, to stand tall and to not take crap from anybody. Including her. So go to hell, you’re not real.”

"Don't ya mean all in my head?" Maxine was confused - if this guy was supposed to make her see illusions, then wouldn't it be fake?

Suddenly Maxine wasn't in the diner, anymore - or rather, she was, but Allison and the demon were gone. It seemed natural, like she hadn't even been there with Allison beforehand. Katherine, however, was there. "You really think I didn't compel you when we had our play date? You poor, fragile, human. This is your fault, you know. You invited them here without even realizing it."

Katherine's words wouldn't get out of her head, and the blonde wondered if Allison had been there to begin with. Could she of been compelled? She was sure she closed her eyes the entire time. But then, why would Katherine let her live? "Daddy!" She let out a high pitch scream, using her childhood name for her father; she hadn't used that word since she was ten. Tears fell from her face heavily, and she ran to her father's dead body. She was told by Katherine how delicious he was, and then given an ultimatum.

Maxine's mother and sister came out, and they had both been fed on by the looks of it. They were both crying, so unsure of what was happening. Max got to choose who would be killed, and who would become a vampire. But she would then be responsible for killing her choice - or the other would be tortured as she was before being turned and staked. "They did nothing to you! Nothing!"

The blonde let out a cry of frustration as Katherine began counting down from one minute. This couldn't be real - it wasn't her fault her family was in danger, right? It wasn't her fault that they were brought into this world. "It's not my fault! It- it's not my fault!" Taking her brass knuckles, she swung and hit the diner counter purposely. "It's yours! It's not my fault!" She hit the counter again. And a third time. "I did nothing to deserve that! It's not my fault!" She yelled the last part loudly, and for the first time, she realized it was true - it wasn't her fault Katherine tortured her. It truly wasn't. And then it was all gone and Allison was back by her side.

Smoke And Mirrors || Allison & Maxine

#f2f:allison #f2f #silverliningwarrior #plot drop: fear to eternity

silverliningwarrior:

If Max was planning on making this difficult for her, then Allison was just gonna try to take down the demon on her own or ask someone else for help instead. She didn’t have much patience in this moment because god knows what that thing was doing right now and who he might be doing it to. The whole thing made her feel all kinds of uneasy, just knowing that it hadn’t been dealt with just yet. That was all about to change though, so when the blonde agreed to go with her, Allison uncrossed her arms and took a semi deep breath to mentally prepare herself for battle. “We’ll see about that. I need to see how you’ll do first and then we’ll talk about rewards.” she commented, her tone of voice slightly playful because well, she needed that right now. The situation was dire enough and if Allison couldn’t find at least some humor in it, then it would just end up being way too morbid and it wouldn’t help her fight. “So I found out that this demon’s name’s Timor. It’s Latin for fear, so guess what kind of demon it is?” the brunette questioned in a rhetorical fashion. Allison had spent hours and hours to try and find out what this thing was and how she could beat it. “It feeds off of people’s darkest fears and if you look into his eyes, he’ll make you see yours. So try not to look at him for too long because if you do that… then it’s game over. You’re dead.” she continued to explain, her hazel eyes never once looking away from Maxine’s because this was serious and she needed to convey that. She also needed to see the other woman’s reaction and know that Max was game and also serious about what they were about to get themselves into. “The only way to beat this thing is to look right at him and overcome our darkest fears, together. I can’t do it alone, so I need you do to it with me. And I know that I’m asking a lot, but I wouldn’t be asking this of you if it wasn’t truly necessary.”

Maxine took the detached bo staff out with one hand and flipped one half into the other, taking a deep breath. "That's all, Darlin'? Face our fears? I just spent hours nearly dyin' over and over again. Fear's got nothin' on me." She was terrified, because she knew her fear was losing her family. But she also knew tey were hours away right now - all of them. The blonde didn't know how it was going to go down, but her only fears were about losing her sister or parents. As long as she did her best to remeber they weren't anywhere near here, this would be disappointingly easy.

Maxine felt more comfortable with a weapon, none the less, and even attached the hand grenade brass knuckles to her pants. But she followed Allison, trying her best to remember the old Maxine; the Maxine before the torture; the Maxine before the fear. “Lead the way, Princess.”

darkwaterslydia:

Maxine’s offer was actually a good one, and she found herself smirking. ‘’You as my personal bodyguard for the night? I’m down.’’ She spoke with a laugh, looking up and down at the blonde, from her abs to her obvious general fitness and knowing that no man would win trying to take her on. Lydia prided herself on eating kale and avocado frequently, but her muscles certainly didn’t look like that. ‘’The baby or his father?’’ Lydia questioned with a wrinkle of her nose, gently shaking her head. She was trying hard not to be one of those mothers who obnoxiously only spoke of their children and couldn’t find another topic to talk about, and she wasn’t nearly drunk enough to bare her soul when it came to Scott. ‘’No… I’m having a night off from thinking about the complicated situations I get myself in.’’ She spoke dryly, a crinkle to her forehead.

Lydia had to grin at her words again, pleased she had stumbled upon this woman and not some overzealous fuckboy who didn’t understand the word no. This was better, this was a friendship in bloom and she felt as if she sorely needed a friend separate from her family, relationship and supernatural drama. ‘’Thank you.’’ She said sincerely, though she was right back to amusement when she watched Max haul herself up onto the bar and speak with the bartender. Grabbing her drink to bring it with her, she sipped at the straw and placed it down next to the pool table before picking up a cue.

Rolling her eyes at that offer, she leaned her hip against the table but she certainly didn’t say no. ‘’Just so you know… a kiss from me is worth way more than 50 dollars.’’ She spoke with a cocky little smirk, before reaching out a hand for Max to shake. ‘’You’ve got yourself a deal.’’

"I could probably make a quick buck doin' that - haulin' myself out as a personal body guard. But for you, Darlin', it's free of charge." Maxine teased the red head again, still shamelessly flirting with her. Which she found different from persistent flirting that involved not knowing when to back away. This was friendly flirting, and though she was rather serious about every compliment, she knew boundaries and where she stood. “Like what you see?” The blonde teased when she noticed the other checking her over. “I work hard for this body, but it’s worth it. As you can see. Abs - lickable, am I right?” Most people were taken back by the fighter, who had no filter and said just what was on her mind. "The baby - the father sounds like drama, and no offense, Darlin', but I ain't into drama. And I definitely don't know ya well enough to pretend I am. But like it or not, even out lookin' as hot as you? You're still a mother, and we both know that means talkin' about the baby. Which I'm okay with. I don't mind at all." That mostly answered her question about Lydia being a single mother, though.

"More than fifty? If you're gonna make a claim like that, Firefly, than samples are gonna be needed. Proof." Laughing, she shook Lydia's hand on the deal, moving the fifty into her other pocket just to get it off the table. Normally, there was a third party she trusted enough to hold onto the bet money, but there wasn't anyone in this bar she trusted enough to do that. "Ladies first, Darlin' - you wanna break?"

#f2f:tyler #f2f #tylerlockwood1

tylerlockwood1:

Upon entering his own home, Tyler was surprised by two little dogs jumping up at him. But it was a pleasant surprise, because Tyler soon crouched down, chuckling as he scrunched up his nose, letting the puppies lick his face. “You mean these bad boys?” Tyler asked, holding one of them up, his underlip popped out into a little pout. “Yeah, they’re terrible.” He agreed, answering the hug by swinging one of his arms around Max’ frame. “I have a six thousand dollars Home security system installed in this place. Guard dogs are highly excessive at this point.” Tyler countered, quirking one of his eyebrows up. “I also don’t remember giving you permission to turn this place into a frickin’ petting zoo.”

"Oi. Bad boy and bad gal, thank-you very much!" Maxine retorted with a laugh, watching the less than obedient puppies swarm. "Six grand?" Maxine playfully smacked his chest with the back of her hand. "That's more an' both my dogs were combined! And you think they're the excessive ones." She shook her head again at him, playfully ruffling his hair. "I definitely near drained my savings account for these guys. Six grand on a security system. I'll tell ya - a good an' heavy baseball bat's more than enough security. And you don't wanna see my weapons collection." She teased before picking one of the pups up and handing her to Tyler, picking the other up for herself. "Actually, Darlin', you did - you gav me permission for the entire litter, technically. But I thought two was enough." Sticking her tongue out at her friend, she laughed as the do tried to kiss her while she did that and made a face. "They're goin' to school tomorrow, though. Don't worry."

darkwaterslydia:

Shaking her head, she hadn’t even finished her first yet. Lydia was cautious, not wanting to stumble home completely drunk and given how long it’d been since she’d drank properly, it was best to take it slow. ‘’I’m good. I really wasn’t joking when I said I’d be on the floor. My son is six months old and this is probably the first time I’ve drank properly since then.’’ She revealed with a little grimace, wishing she had a more exciting story to tell. Hell, she wished she could handle her alcohol better, but one’s tolerance went down significantly when they’d been sworn off alcohol for 9 months of pregnancy and then barely touched a drop since.

Snorting a little in response, Lydia didn’t really care that it wasn’t very ladylike. After high school, after everything with Tyler, she’d slowly let go of that need to suddenly seem like the perfect girl. Once upon a time, she’d only shown the world a facade, her every move and word calculated with perfect make up and sleek clothes, but she’d grown a lot since then. She felt as if she was a lot more authentic, and she didn’t attempt to hide her true personality beneath ditzy comments. ‘’Well, you’re a real confidence booster.’’ She smirked, actually appreciative of the comments. It made her straighten a little more with confidence, looking over towards the pool table. It was empty - perfect.

Raising her eyebrows, she slipped off her stool and waited for Max to do the same, so they could take advantage of the free table. ‘’I never make a bet I won’t win, so of course, I’ll make this one.’’ She replied with a shake of her head, grinning. ‘’What wager do you suggest?’’

"If ya ask me, Darlin', you deserve a good drink and night out to yourself. Tell ya what, you keep me entertained tonight, and I'll keep the men off ya." She was teasing, of course, and a wink followed her words - but she didn't think this woman wanted sexual attention from anyone; sans her, considering the red head wasn't interested like that. And the blonde was more than okay with the flirtatious banter they had going. They'd have fun and at the end of the night, enjoy a good sleep. "You wanna talk about him?"

Laughing at the woman's words about her being a confidence booster, Max took a quick swig of the cold beer just placed in front of her. "What can I say, Firecracker? May be a shameless flirt, but I tell the truth while I do it. Besides, bet ya ain't felt like anythin' but a run down mom recently. I don't mind aimin' my compliments your way. Gives me more opportunity to check you out while we talk. Which I'm definitely doing."

Slipping off the bar stool, herself, she held her plaid shirt over the bar counter. "Hey, Jack! Be a good boy and watch this for me?" Max gave a playful pout before thanking him by half jumping on the counter and kissing his cheek. At the pool table, she grabbed a pool stick, and thought about the wager. "I'll tell ya what, Darlin'." Pulling out a small pocket wallet from its place, she pulled fifty from it and put it on the table. "You win, fifty dollars on the table. I win, though, I get a kiss?" She was certainly teasing, and wouldn't push the matter, but who could blame her for trying?

#f2f:tyler #f2f #tylerlockwood1

"Oh, come on! You're supposed to be ferocious lion hunters! You know, scary? Attack intruders?" Maxine playfully rolled her eyes as two Rhodesian ridgeback puppies attacked Tyler - excitedly and with kisses - as he walked in the door. "Useless, I'm tellin' ya." She grinned at her friend, jogging up to him to greet him with a hug, then crouched to tug on both the harnesses the puppies wore and told them to sit in a stern voice. Not that they particularly understood at the moment, but she held them there until they sat. "Tyler, meet Kovu and Kiara. They'll be guard dogs yet, I swear." She laughed, petting both dogs lovingly.

@tylerlockwood1

Brass Knuckle Grenade with assisted knife

Detachable Double Bladed Bo Staff

Black Widow Butterfly Knife

Detachable Bo Staff

Collapsible Baton

Non Lethal Salt Gun

Pepper Spray gun

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Smoke And Mirrors || Allison & Maxine

#f2f:allison #f2f #silverliningwarrior #plot drop: fear to eternity

silverliningwarrior:

Of course this wasn’t gonna be easy. Allison was aware of that, but she still needed Maxine to come out with her and defeat this thing. She couldn’t do it by herself and she’d probably have to drag the blonde out of the house. Upon walking inside, she simply remained in the doorway when the other girl started playing video games, loosely crossing her arms over her chest. “No, I’m gonna stand here as I talk because we don’t have a lot of time. We need to hurry. I need your help with something, so for once, I need you to not be scared and get over it long enough for us to take this demon down. Shouldn’t take longer than twenty minutes and after that, you can play all the video games you want. But not right now. Right now, I need you to be the other Maxine, the old Maxine. So fake it, actually be her, whatever. As long as you come with me so we can find this thing and defeat it because I don’t see anyone else lined up for the job.” Allison’s voice was firm because she was serious. There was no room for joking around like Max usually liked to do. There was no room for taking this lightly and there sure as hell was no time to waste either. “I need you on board this time.”

Maxine continued to play video games as Allison talked, trying to tune her out, if she was being honest with herself - but she heard it all. Another honest admission, would be she knew Allison was right, and the blonde hated herself for it. She said nothing as she saved her game, turning it off. Getting up, she grabbed her shoes, putting them on then opening a cupboard in the small hallway. "Detachable double bladed bo staff, detachable bo staff, or my granade brass knuckles with spring assisted knife?" Grabbing the regular, detachable, bo staff, she looked at Allison, closing the door again. "You're buyin' dinner, Princess. And payin' for any theorapy I'll need after this." Max needed to do this - if she didn't, she was going to become someone she hated for the rest of her life.

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darkwaterslydia:

Amusement flashing in her eyes, Lydia held back a snort at the terrible lines, shaking her head. ‘’I’m not entirely sure I’d appreciate being compared to the god of the Underworld but firecracker is a compliment I’d accept..’’ She retorted with a teasing raise of her eyebrows, not commenting on the fact that the other woman was more than checking her out. It was perfectly fine with her, actually. She didn’t want to be the kind of girl that led anyone on, but flirting was harmless games and she had no plans of going home with anyone that night - either man or woman. She felt as if she had too much baggage for anything other than friendship. As the bartender busied himself making the drinks, she had to roll her eyes in good nature. ‘’Oh, don’t tell me you plan on taking advantage of me once I drink this.’’ She spoke teasingly, well aware that wouldn’t happen at all as she picked up her glass and took a sip.

Tilting her drink towards Max in thanks, she laughed a little, shaking her head. ‘’I’m Lydia, and I’m really not sure you’d want to see me dance. Grace thy name is not Lydia Martin.’’ She spoke with amusement, her forehead crinkling at the thought of having to dance. As much sex appeal as she’d once considered herself having, as gracefully as she could walk in her sky high heels, she’d never been a girl who could find rhythm. Everyone had their faults, however. ‘’If you’re lucky we could play pool, though.’’ That was something she was good at. It was simple physics when it came down to it, and science was her forte.

"Why not? He's got all the fun goin' on." Max teased back, her nose wrinkling some. "I'll take that compliment, myself, then." She joked. "But you can keep firecracker." Maxine was already having fun - she'd be having the same amount of fun if a gay man had taken the seat beside her, as well. She may not be good at many things, but fighting, drinking, video games, skateboarding, flirting, and pool could sum her up rather nicely. And she could never turn down a good bet. "Darlin', have you seen me?" The woman laughed, finishing the vodka lemonade. "I should be more worried about you takin' advantage of me." Playfully winking at the other, she caught the bar keeps attention and ordered a cold beer. "You want one, too? Or another vodka lemonade?"

"I'm pretty sure I'd be payin' more attention to those legs than how well you can dance. But that's just me." Shameless - one hundred percent shameless. "Care to make a wager on the pool game, Darlin'?" Why play pool without making a bet, after all? "If you're lucky, you might actually come close to beatin' me at it." The whole angle thing about pool really escaped her. School smart was not something she really had. Max was both aware of it and okay with it. She was just good at hitting the balls and sinking them.

Smoke And Mirrors || Allison & Maxine

#f2f:allison #f2f #silverliningwarrior

silverliningwarrior:

Allison wasn’t even sure why she was looking for Maxine after their last conversation, but she was chalking it all up to feeling bothered by it all. It wasn’t like she’d wanted to fight with her friend, but it bothered her that Max had such a different view on this situation. She didn’t want the girl to hide until the danger was over. That wasn’t even the Maxine she knew. The Maxine she knew would put her fighting skills to use, prepared for war. But this one was just scared and hiding and Allison understood why. Max had told her about what had happened and she knew it was a lot, but she herself had gone through a lot of hardships too and she wanted to fight. So why did the other woman want to head for the hills? The brunette needed to try and convince her again if she wanted this thing to go away because as fate would have it, Allison needed Maxine in this. She couldn’t do it all by herself, it was something that needed to be done with her friend. Hours of research had preceded her search for Max, eventually finding out what was happening and how to take it down. And if Maxine still said no, then Allison was gonna have to come up with a different plan and find someone else who’d do this with her. She’d geared up with her bow and arrow once more, not sure what to expect, but she did want to be ready for whatever was to come. It wasn’t gonna be easy - which was funny because she hadn’t even started yet. In fact, she wasn’t even at square one yet, she was at square zero at this point, not knowing if Max would be willing to head out there with her to look for the demon and destroy it. The research that she’d done wouldn’t end up being for nothing and she’d make sure of that. She hadn’t figured all of this out only to be shot down and let this creature kill people by letting them face their darkest fears. This was the first step that Allison would take in order to become a stronger individual. And when this was over, her search for Kate and her mom’s killer would continue. Maybe this would even help with that, so she saw no reason to back out. Making her way over to Max’s house, she knocked on the door rather rapidly, having no patience today. Well, very little anyway. “Max? Max, open up. I know you’re in there. You’re probably still hiding until this thing goes away. But I need to talk to you, so at least come to the door, okay?”

@maxinexhudson

Max groaned when she heard the buzzer go off for the six-plex she lived in, though instead of answering it, she walked onto the balcony. Only because she heard Allison's voice. "Hidin' is such a strong word. I prefer self preservation, Princess. I'll let ya up, but only 'cause you're cute. You should be lucky for those dimples, ya know. Door’ll be unlocked." Walking back inside, she allowed Allison to enter the building, unlocking the door before going over to her couch and resuming the video game she was playing - Resident Evil 6. When Allison walked in, she held up a second controller for a moment without looking up. "You gonna play as you talk?"

Truthfully, there was a tremendous amount of guilt the blonde felt for not fighting back. She hated that Katherine had her so damn rattled, because this wasn't who she was. Hell, she had even recently ordered a bunch of wooden bullets for a gun she didn't have. Although, she was hoping maybe she could modify one of her paint guns.

darkwaterslydia:

As nice as it was to have a night off, she did feel a sense of trepidation, that horrible flutter of nervousness in her stomach that she always felt when she was away from her son. Parenting was hard, but she loved him with every fibre of her body and she would take every sleepless night with him. All she did was to keep him safe, to keep him healthy and happy. Taking a night off made her feel incredibly guilty, but she was trying desperately to swallow that feeling and push it down. Even mothers were allowed a night off to be normal twenty four year olds, she was sure. Not that she was normal by a long shot, however.

When the woman next to her spoke, a breathy laugh left her lips, looking across at her. ‘’Hot as fire? Is that because I’m ginger?’’ She teased, pulling a face as if she were offended, but she knew a compliment when she heard one. It was actually quite nice to hear it. When most of her days were spent juggling a baby and dealing with her family, it felt like forever since she’d been really desirable. That was a stark change from when she’d been younger, but tonight was all about trying to get back to herself. A little flirting never hurt no-one, right? Maybe it’d make her feel more like the old glamorous Lydia.

‘‘Vodka lemonade. Just a single. I think a double and I’d be on the floor before you knew it.’‘

"Nah, you bein' a red head's just a bonus Darlin'. Would you prefer hot as hell? 'Cause I think that one's a little overused. Hot as Hades works, I think. Then again, I'm a lot hotter than him, too. Maybe firecracker?" Giving the other a playful wink, she turned in the bar stool and faced her, giving her an obvious once over with her eyes - then a twice over. "Single it is. Can't very well attempt to seduce the straight gal if she can't even stand, am I right?" The blonde typically had a pretty good gaydar, on top of which the other said something about baby puke. She was probably a single mother, and the father of the kid probably had the baby tonight. Still, Maxine wasn't too picky - flirting was mostly just for fun, anyways, and it made people feel good. Catching the bartender's attention, she got two of what the woman ordered, and a straight vodka shot on the side for herself, as well.

"Name's Max, Darlin'." She held her own glass of vodka lemonade up and took a large sip. "I'm thinkin' I can at least get ya drunk enough to dance with me a little." The blonde teased, licking her lips a little. She was most certainly going home alone tonight, but that was okay - she'd at least have fun while she was here.

bluebabybeta

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#f2f:liam #f2f #bluebabybeta

bluebabybeta:

Liam was so caught up in his current grouchy mood that it took him a moment to catch on to the tone and wink she sent his way. When he did, he had to keep himself from scrunching up his nose, brows furrowed as he shot her an almost curious glance. How old was she? She looked at least 24, so she had to be in her final year of college or older. Then again, he was 18, so it wouldn’t be that odd to be hit on. Regardless, he shook it off, letting out a snort at her commentary. “I’m Liam,” he offered, pausing before uncertainly holding out a hand to shake. The least he could do was tell her his name and apologise, since he was the one who bumped in to them. Even if he’d rather punch somebody square in the face.

"No, you're angry." Maxine still took his hand, laughing a little. "Max. An' ya kinda wear the anger like a winter coat, Darlin'." Taking her hand back, she placed both on her hips, cocking her head to the side. "You're not jail bait, are ya? 'Cause if you are, I'll be on my way. If not, I wouldn't mind teachin' ya how to spar. As long as ya don't mind it when I end up on top." A playful wink was sent in his direction before waiting for an answer. It wasn't like she was planning on getting involved with someone so young - but she was hot and not technically old, herself. Technically. At twety-seven she was still less than ten years older, at least. Which defnitely didn't make her a cougar.

lindseyxfairchild:

“Um…” Lindsey looked down at her clothes, pulling her pajama pants up a bit. “I didn’t exactly plan to be out here like this.” She just realized that she probably looked like a mess and smoothed her hair down a little and rubbed her eyes. “Did you see anything? Because I think I just was sleepwalking, though…I’ve never done that before. It’s odd.” How did she make it all the way over here without getting hit by a car or stopped by someone or tripping or any number of things that could have happened. “I’m sorry,” she said, noticing that the stranger looked a little unsettled. “Didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I’m Lindsey.”

"Clearly not. I'll be honest with ya Darlin' - I can't tell if you're old enough for me to say you pull off the pajama thing in a sexy way. If you're too young to vote, pretend I just said I should get ya home to your parents. Selective hearin', right?" Maxine looked around, not really seeing much of anything else. "Darlin', if you freaked me out, that pretty face of yours would be bruised up a little. It's a reflex. Max." She repeated the introduction back with a smile. "You sleep walk a lot?"

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darkwaterslydia:

With an almost six month old who was in between teething, the chances for peace were few and far between for her at the moment. Even more so as a single mother. It was hard work, she’d admit, and she found herself getting irrationally angry with bad rom-coms and parenting books that made it seem so glamorous and easy. Parenting was the furthest thing from easy and she’d taken a degree in bioengineering. It was definitely difficult to feel like a yummy mommy when she ended up with baby food in her hair most days, and she felt more distant than her old self than ever. 2 years ago, she’d spent everyday decked out in designer dresses and heels, now she spent far too much time reading The Gruffalo. So much so that when the opportunity arose, and her father offered to take care of Riley for the night, she flung open her wardrobe and went straight for the typical short, flirty dresses she’d once been famous for.

Maybe she was no longer in high school, but the familiar outfits made her feel more like herself than she had done in a long time. It felt good to be just Lydia again, no baby drama and no supernatural craziness either. Slipping into her favourite pair of Valentino’s, Lydia headed to the Mystic Grill for a drink. It’d been a long time she’d been out sans baby and stroller, and she felt very much exposed as she sat down at the bar, nervously toying with her hair. She was half tempted to ditch the whole plan and head back home to Riley until she felt eyes on her, turning her head to the side and raising her eyebrows. ‘’Damn, I haven’t got baby puke on me, have I?’’

Maxine had begun to feel like herself more than ever - and she had Allison to thank for that. She was still not going to be going near the beach any time soon, but she could live with that. The Mystic Grill was the perfect place to get some calories in after a day of non stop. And maybe a drink or two - after the week the town had, it was certainly needed. She wore faded and ripped denim shorts and a black crop top that covered her abs with only an X in straps. She wore running shoes, as well, and had a red and black plaid shirt that was currently thrown over her forearm.

When the red head came in, Maxine's eyes wandered shamelessly, and figured there was only one way to find out if she was straight or not. Rejection never bothered her, and she figured it was a combination of confidence and the fact there were never any feelings involved. When the other beat her to speaking first, she smirked playfully. "Darlin', I'm pretty sure you'd still be as hot as fire - even with baby gunk in your hair. Can I buy you a drink?"