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@noellesatransky
Ā people donāt tell you who you are. you tell them.
ā¦ where everything is nothing, without you.
I grew up with the mindset that when you get home from work, you go to dinner and watch a movie. I donāt want to be going to a club and taking off my panties.
"she made me pie when i was too tired and achey from being pregnant to do it myself. thatās true love right there."Ā - Brett Barr about Ella Satransky
A Private 'Poetry Reading' | Brayella
Braylin watched her quietly - as was his normal state in life - as she poked at his books and looked around his house. He was never nervous about people in his home. This one was rather new, but he hadnāt known how long he was going to be staying here, and he had a comfortable cushion of money that he could afford a second home. He kept Mumford & Sons or something of the like playing pretty much 24/7, and heād been able to make this place home relatively quickly.
His brows raised, however, as she started rambling, but then they lowered and he felt his face heating up. This six foot broad shouldered werewolfā¦ was blushing. He turned his face down toward the ground and shuffled back and forth on his feet a bit; obviously unable to take compliments well. āThank you,ā he mumbled under his breath before looking up again and raising a hand to comb his hair back from his face.
"And," he started softly, "If you faint, I will catch you. Whether itās over my love of books or the bacon." He placed one of his heavy hands to her shoulders and gave it a squeeze. "Ella, justā¦ calm down," he said, having a feeling it would become his catchphrase with her, "you have nothing to worry about with me." He really didnāt understand why she smelled like someone fresh out of a really nerve-wracking interview. Braylin offered her one of his small smiles before releasing her shoulder and heading towards the kitchen.
He drained the grease from the bacon into a bowl and then flipped them over in the skillet before looking back over his shoulder to her, āCan I make you something to drink?ā He turned and pulled open his fridge, āIāve gotā¦ orange juiceā¦. I could make screwdrivers, probablyā¦ā He pulled his head back from the fridge to see she was still fidgeting on the couch like a ball of nerves and he nodded to himself, āYeah, you need a drink.ā He didnāt care that it was only likeā¦ ten in the morning.
He grabbed a glass and poured a bit of vodka into it before filling the rest up with orange juice. Braylin then crossed over to her and placed the glass in her hand and smiled down at her, āDrink, be happy.ā A warm chuckle reverberated in his chest as he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before motioning towards the kitchen. āI have some dough made up for biscuitsā¦ I know you like to bake, would you want to cut them out and get them in the oven for me?ā Maybe giving her something to focus on would help her calm down.
And she would probably get flour on herself and it would be adorable.
That might have been his real motivation.
Wait... Was that a blush?
Ella paused in her nervous twitching for a moment to actually look at Braylin and the faint tinge of red that had brought a splash of color to his cheeks as she called him sexy. Oh my god, he was actually blushing. She couldn't even remember the last time a guy had blushed at anything she said to them.
Hell, half the guys she was into were more likely to make some smart-ass comment about how obviously they were sexy before picking her up and carrying her off to the closest bedroom (or really any semi-flat surface.)Ā Not that she minded, of course. She got a thrill out of how straight-forward and cocky those guys were.
But as she watched this brawny hunk of man before her melt into a sheepish puddle of goo, something warm and sweet that she couldn't quite recognize bubbled up from her stomach and spread through her veins. It got even worse when he came over and placed one of those enormous hands of his (she'd kinda been wanting to see if they'd be able to cover hers completely palm to palm since they first met) on her shoulder and assured her that he'd catch her if she fell, that there was nothing to fear from him.
She felt like she was on fire even at such a simple touch, sure her own face was burning red at how her heart was pounding in her ears. Just from a smile and a squeeze of her shoulder. This was so not her usual style! Any hope of turning this over to Cool Ella was so far gone now, it wasn't even funny. She could only hope that Braylin's wolfy senses could only go so far as to determine exactly what her issue was. The girl forced herself to laugh awkwardly, tugging on the sleeves of her sweater and rolling her eyes a little. "Yeah, I know... You're much too sweet to worry about anything with. I figured that out within two seconds of meeting you." Ella muttered quietly, averting her eyes from Braylin to instead look out the window. God, could she be more obvious? The girl chewed on her lip as she fidgeted a bit more where she sat, not sure whether to just offer to help or if she should just cut her losses and bolt home with some lame excuse about letting Victor out.
Before she could even open her mouth to make her excuses, though, Braylin had found a much better solution--Alcohol. Aka Ella's favorite way to loosen herself up. "A drink would be so nice right now." She said--almost a bit too quickly. "What better time to start, anyway, than ten in the morning, right? If you start now, can be in bed for a nap at four, up in time to go back out again at eleven." The girl paused suddenly, eyes widening again. "Not! Not that I'm like a ridiculous party girl or anything! I don't... I don't, uh--well, usually--do that sort of thing. I mean--I did a lot when I was in college, but that's y'know, college and everyone has at least one day-drinking experience and... ugh... fucking Christ." With a groan, Ella put her head in both her hands. This was a disaster. A total fucking disaster. She was looking a goddamned fool in the middle of this gorgeous man's log cabin, when all she really wanted was for him to smile that ridiculously adorable smile at her and y'know, maybe kiss her a little if he was into that sort of thing. But instead she was here, tripping over her words and making an ass of herself and...
Drink, be happy...
Ella looked up slowly, her heart pounding like a sledgehammer in her ears as she felt the press of soft lips against her forehead.
He'd kissed her.Ā
Yeah, it was her forehead and that was the sort of kiss you could give to anyone, no matter how you felt about him, but still.... Braylin Morrow, the ridiculously gorgeous lumberjack with a heart of goddamn gold had just kissed her. Without any sort of prompting!
With a practiced gesture, Ella lifted the glass to her lips and drained the entire thing in a couple of gulps. She let out a small gasp of breath as the warmth of the vodka slid down her throat and tingled all the way down to her fingers. Maybe it'd help her calm the fuck down, or, much more likely, might just give her the courage to actually mention that hey, she'd really like to jump some lumberjack bones any given moment now.
"That was really good, thank you." Ella said with a hitch in her voice, slowly standing to wander towards the kitchen, setting the now-empty glass on the edge of the counter. "And I would really, really like to make some biscuits right now, yes." She swallowed heavily, happy for an excuse to occupy her hands. Not to mention that it would allow her to stand side-by-side with Braylin, their elbows and hips brushing as they moved around each other. Ella had worked in enough kitchens to know the dance that was involved. And hell if she couldn't think of a better dance partner than the one standing before her. "Do you usually invite strange women into your house to make biscuits for you, by the way?" Ella said after a while, calmed a bit by the familiar motions of flouring the counter, rolling out the dough. She brushed the back of her hand against her nose to try and assuage an itch that had been plaguing her for the last five minutes, unintentionally smearing more flour across her nose and cheek. Not to mention that she had realized too late that the should have asked about an apron as she'd spilled flour down the front of her dress earlier too. There'd been a whole cloud of it that had sprung up when Ella had been a bit too rough trying to open the bag of flour. "Probably not a very sound security measure, I'd think. Never know who you might be letting in." A small teasing smile crossed her lips, another gentle flush only punctuating the streaks of white across her face and dusted lightly over her hair as if she'd been out playing in the snow.
Katy Perry - Teenage Dream
Babies and Boy Problems | Brettella
It'd been too damn long since Ella had really seriously had a sit-down chat with Brett. Of course, a lot of it was her own fault with the whole disappearing off to a desert island and the sexy pool boy that lived there. Plus with Brett's whole thing with Toby and the new baby, well... They'd fallen a bit to the wayside.Ā And this was a problem that Ella found herself very determined to fix.Ā
Not that it would take much to fix, Ella thought to herself as she packed up the tray of brownies she'd just finished frosting along with Brett's favorite kind of pickles and made a headway for her best friend's house. She'd already called to tease Toby about how he'd certainly not be seeing his baby momma tonight as she'd insisted on an old-fashioned girls-only sleepover. (Little Susie was invited, obvi. She was, after all, Ella's second fave Barr.) Even offered up Vic to hang out with, if Toby thought he could stand him for more than two minutes straight.
Rapping gently on the door before opening it up and stepping inside, Ella called out brightly through the house: "Hey! It's me! I'm here!" With a practiced air, she set the food down on the counter and knelt to scratch Lucky behind the ears as he bounded up. "Hi baby! Smell Victor all over me, huh? I know you wish your buddy could come visit, but I left him with his wifey over at Hollis' this time. You'll get him next, I promise."
As Brett waddled into the room, though, Ella let out a small squeal of excitement and went to hug Brett tightly. "Oh my god, you're getting so big!" She laughed loudly. "Susie's gonna be huge at this rate! Has she been kicking? Can I feel? God, she's gonna be the cutest baby ever, this one. I can't wait to pinch her precious little cheeks!" She gently put a hand on her friend's belly, beaming like the midday sun down at the baby inside of her. "I don't know who you've got lined up for godmother, but I'd probably fight them for it. Gladiator-style and everything." Ella winked up at Brett.
"I've already started spoiling her anyway. I've got hella amounts of baby things in my bag for her and you guys. Sort of an apology, sort of a bribe to not hate me after abandoning you for two months. Which, I'm still really sorry about, by the way... It just kinda happened." She smiled sheepishly and went to grab the couple of gift bags she'd brought along as well, holding them out to Brett with a flair. "So please! Accept my guilt-fueled baby shopping gifts, from me to you!"
if you love me the way you say you do... -- a brayella moodboard [1/?]
U Can't Touch This (unless ur name is Ella, then by all means go ahead) || Ella & Vic (closed)
Vic really enjoyed when Ella hugged him too long. And when she smelled him. And when her hands ran over his muscles. Sure, he needed them in his line of work, but he worked so hard on his muscles just to keep Ella feeling him up all the time. It was true, and it was shallow, but there was little else Vic cared about when Ella was around. So when she pulled away and walked toward the kitchen, he blinked a few times before finally looking down to the other Victor in the room and grinning.
Vic dropped down onto his knees and ruffled the dogs fur, āWhoās a handsome dude? Huh? Whoās a handsome lil dude?!ā He leaned his forehead against the dogs before winking to him, āUs thatās who.ā
He then stood up and followed Ella, happy at the way Vic followed along at his heels. āYeah, we havenāt been contracted for anything else yet. So weāre in town indefinitely at the moment,ā he said before grinning to her. āNo, no wounds to patch up this time.ā
Vic loved his sunshine. By sunshine, he meant Ella. He enjoyed real sunshine, too. But, he saw very little of it considering his job required him to hunt nocturnal beings. So as he gazed at her, he smiled wider and wider as he stepped up between her legs, his hip bones settling against the counter as he gazed at her. Even sitting there with a mouth full of cereal, she was the most beautiful thing heād ever seen. He did his best not to think about the fact that she was eating that damn Chocula cereal that was for that viking vampire friend of hers.
He was tall. He was a vampire. Vic didnāt like him or his smug smirk.
"Iām most definitely here for pleasure," he said slowly, as if trying to drag that one sentence out long enough for her to finish the cereal. It didnāt work. "Can you hurry up with that so I can kiss you?" he asked with one brow raised but then after only two seconds, his patience was gone and he simply leaned in and kissed her anyway.
"I'm going to forever regret naming him Victor. Your ego did not need that kind of a boost." Ella called from the kitchen as she watched Victor and his namesake reunite. Okay, so she'd totally named the dog after Vic because they were essentially the same. Loyal, loving, and just a little gorgeous.
Just hadn't thought she'd ever be seeing him again, let alone having to explain why her dog had the same name as her Best-Friend-With-Loads-of-Benefits.
"Glad to hear you'll be around for a while, though. Was worried I'd get some peace and quiet around here without you breaking in at any random hour of the day." She teased, sticking her tongue out at the young man as he stood and wandered towards the kitchen, dog in tow. Ella reached across the counter, old and slightly-frayed-at-the-edges Beach Boys tee riding up at the waist as she pulled a box of Milkbones out of the cupboard. She held it out for the dog to grab, a coo in her voice as she said:Ā "There you go, boy. For being so good and not running off to terrorize poor Mrs. Winston like some other silly Victors will do on a day-to-day basis." The girl looked up and winked at Vic before returning to her cereal, noting with a small smile how a little frown wrinkled his features as he finally noticed what cereal she was eating instead of the Lucky Charms he'd so pointedly left out.
Ella would be lying if she said she hadn't picked the Count Chocula cereal to eat for a reason. Def hadn't picked it for the very reason that she knew all too well about the little feud between Kol and Vic. Totally wasn't eating it to get a rise out of him or anything. Ella wasn't a fan of Vic getting just a little possessive of her at all, why would you say such things???
So when he stepped up to the counter, her legs gently slipping around his hips out of habit, it was with totally innocent intentions that she shoved another spoonful of the chocolate cereal in her mouth and fluttered her eyelashes at the boy in front of her. Like she was gonna let him get what he wanted with just one long slurred sentence. C'mon, he was better than that.
She'd barely had time to swallow her cereal and open her mouth to make some smarmy comment about patience being a virtue before his lips were on hers.Ā
There was her Vic...Ā
In a flash, Ella had set the bowl on the counter beside her and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her mouth opened to his kiss with eagerness. It'd been so goddamn long that, in all honesty, Ella was kind of proud that they'd actually made it about five minutes alone together before attacking each other. Pretty sure that was a new record of self-control. She pulled herself closer to the edge of the counter, her body leaning against his as she tried to draw Vic deeper into the kiss.Ā He tasted like marshmallows, mingling with the chocolate that still lingered on her tongue to make Ella realize how something like s'mores could be sexy if thought about in the right way.
Mental note to self: see if Vic would be into an indoor camping date with pillow forts and constellation projections on the ceiling and roasting marshmallows in her fireplace.
But no matter how much Ella really wanted to stay wrapped up like this, her fingers tangled into and tugging lightly on Vic's hair as his hella ripped arms circled her waist and held her tight, Ella did have to breathe at some point. She wasn't even trying to hide how she was panting slightly or the wild grin that spread over her face as she pulled back to look at Vic.
"Remind me to go away for a long time again if this is the welcome back I get." Ella teased, tugging a bit playfully on Vic's hair again as she peppered gentle kisses along his neck and jawline. "My cereal's going to get soggy and gross because of you, you know." She muttered, brushing her nose against his gently, the sparkle still in her eyes. "Whatever you've got planned better be worth the disappointment of ruining a perfectly good snack."
And knowing Vic, Ella was pretty positive it would be worth more than ten soggy cereal bowls.
A Private 'Poetry Reading' | Brayella
Braylin had spent most of his morning on the phone with the guy heād left in charge of the pack in his absence. They were a small pack, and little ever happened in their small town, but it was important to him that everyone knew he was still there while he was here in Oxford. Heād handled all the business that needed handling, and once heād hung up, heād gone straight to his kitchen to make some tea and breakfast.
Heād just stuck a pan of bacon into the oven when he heard the knock at his door. Considering he was just in jeans and a white wifebeater at the time, he reached for his trademark red plaid flannel shirt and pulled it onto his shoulders. He rolled up the sleeves as he walked toward the front door, smiling as he recognized the scent of who was on the other side.
But once the door was open, she was talking. Not that he minded. As someone who talked very little, it did good for him to have people around him that were the opposite of him. Ella wasnāt opposite of him, per se. But she did talk. Especially (heād noticed) when she was nervous. He had yet to figure out what exactly she was nervous about; he was - after all - just Braylin.
But then she stuck a book forward and a smile came to his face. He reached forward and took hold of it. He watched with an affectionate smile as she rambled on about things she neednāt worry about. He was smiling brightly when she finally stopped, and a laugh sounded from the back of his throat. āElla, calm down,ā he said softly, reaching out and brushing a strand of her gorgeous golden hair back from her face, āI appreciate it.ā
He let his hand drop back to his side before stepping to the side, āWould you like to come in? Iām making breakfast and tea.ā
"Breakfast would be amazing." Ella replied with a sigh and a slightly nervous smile before walking inside. God, she was such an idiot around Braylin. Asking to start over? Really? Nice job, Ella.Ā
Even if he had laughed that ridiculously sexy laugh after she'd finally stopped to take a breath. And brushed her hair out of her face. And said he appreciated her bringing the book over! AND invited her in for breakfast and tea?!
"Maybe I need to be uncontrollably awkward more often..." The girl muttered under her breath to herself as she took in the house around her. It was certainly very Braylin from what little she knew of the wolf. Rustic, warm, with just enough of a worn-down edge to look well-loved. The smell of bacon frying in the oven and the dog-whistle sound of a boiling kettle... It all mashed together into this oddly familiar feeling...
It felt like home. With that thought, a new bolt of nerves went shuddering up her spine.
"Your house is amazing, Bray. Kinda feel like I'm travelling back in time to frontier-land. If y'know, you ignore the tv and nice stove and... stuff..." She said spontaneously as if remembering she had been standing there in veritable silence for too long, turning around to look at Braylin, her hands wrapping around each other in front of her, fingers tangling together as she tried to contain the nervous excitement she felt from just being in his space. God, you're acting like a love-sick middle-schooler, down Bessie... Ella laughed a little, her eyes flickering away from his precious damn face to the bookshelf beside her, fingers reading up to gently trace along the spines.
"Wow. I thought I might have been exaggerating in my head about how much you seemed to like books when I was telling you about my favorites, but I guess I wasn't too far off." A teasing smile traced across her lips and sparkled in her eyes. "A sexy lumberjack who's got a thing for ThoreauĀ andĀ Maya Angelou AND cooks a mean plate of bacon? Don't mind me getting a little weak at the knees over here. Promise I'll try not to knock everything over when I faint."
Ella's eyes went wide, once more realizing she'd spoken before thinking. She cursed under her breath. Great. Goddamnit. Coming on strong there no aren't you, Satransky? Where was the smooth operator Ella when she needed her?!?Ā
"Just kidding!!" Ella spat out, letting out another nervous chuckle as she perched precariously on the arm of the nearest couch. She adjusted herself a couple of times, trying to figure out how just to sit in order to look cool but not like she was trying super hard to look cool--which, okay, she was, but Braylin was so effortlessly awesome and.... UGh. She just kept looking more and more like an idiot. "I mean, about the fainting thing. I--I don't normally faint over bacon." God fucking damnit.
