#allieacts

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @allieacts :   “ say please. ” —   melt into me.

allie hayes officially had john logan down on his knees. both figuratively and quite literally. chest rising and falling heavily, hair messy and unkempt, his position knelt on the floor right in front of her gave him the perfect view of her scantily clad body. his hands found their way to her hips, gripping the bare skin just above the thin strip of lace that barely covered her, the heat radiating from her making his pulse hammer harder. her hand sliding into his disheveled hair only caused john's fingers to flex against her hips, thumbs stroking the soft curve of her waist as he stared up at the swell of her breasts barely contained by the flimsy fabric. his head tilting back just enough to catch her gaze as she tugged on his longer locks. a sharp groan falling from his lips as her words echoed across her bedroom, the words slicing straight through him. his ever - so - obvious hard - on strained painfully against his pants, every second of her dominance making it worse. he swallowed, throat tight, the taste of her skin still on his tongue from where he'd kissed her stomach moments before. “ please, ” he rasped, voice rough with need. “ please, allie. ” john's breath came faster, lips parting as he fought the urge to lean in and press his mouth right there. “ please let me taste you, ” he begged, the words spilling out raw and desperate. his hands slid lower, palms cupping the firm globes of her ass, pulling her even closer to his waiting mouth. “ I need it. I need you. I need to taste you on my tongue. ”

[legacieas]

✱ shippy starter call :   currently accepting ─── john tucker for allie hayes, @allieacts.

tucker found allie tucked into the corner of the couch, looking far too comfortable for someone who’d stolen his blanket. not that he was planning on asking for it back. with a quiet shake of his head, he dropped down beside her, stretching an arm across the back of the couch.

“ you know, ” he began, glancing over at her with an easy smile, “ I had a whole productive evening planned. ” there wasn’t a hint of annoyance in his voice. if anything, he sounded amused. “ then I sat down next to you and suddenly doing absolutely nothing became a much better option. ” his gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nudged her gently with his shoulder. “ kinda rude of you, honestly. ”

[briarhq]

there's that voice telling him that he should probably sneak out before hannah comes home. maybe bring garrett with her for all he knows. it's not that he feel he is doing something wrong, but they're keeping this thing a secret. even if it's been more consistant than anything else in his life, he still doesn't want to cross her boundaries. she'd been clear about what she wanted out of their arrangement & who is he to change it up now. so yeah, he'd been contemplating on leaving. but then there's her hand reaching out behind her and those plans are quick to be abandoned. his own interlace with hers and he shift closer, bed dip beneath him and her body lull against him. as if she'd fit right there. holding on to her hand, arm wrap around the small of her waist & he is no seasoned cuddler, but it feels pretty normal with her. something he could get used to. a slow inhale as he relax, holding her close and nose bury into her hair, eyes closing for a moment. silently enjoying the moment.

[ TUG ]:     sender, sensing the receiver nearby behind them, tugs them by the hand until they’re lying behind them as the big spoon. allison hayes & dean di laurentis. ( @allieacts. )

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @allieacts :   “ you're the one who told me to let off some steam. ” —   melt into me.

logan was still trying to catch his breath when allie threw that line at him, the corner of her mouth curved in a way that told him she knew exactly how much trouble she was causing. the repair shop was quiet now ( thankfully ), the last of the afternoon sunlight slanting through the high windows and catching the dust in the air, and for a second he could only stare at her in disbelief. you’re the one who told me to let off some steam. a laugh escaped him as he scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head. “ that is a ridiculous interpretation of what I meant, ” he said, though the grin tugging at his lips ruined any attempt at sounding serious. he was leaning back against the workbench, grease still smudged on one hand, and all he could think was how this had gotten completely out of control. clothes scattered all over the shop, moans echoing throughout the acoustics of the building without a single ounce of hesitation. what was supposed to be a quick stop at the shop had turned into an hour disappearing from the rest of the world. two bodies becoming one. completely ignoring the risk that anyone could’ve entered at any second. his gaze settled on her, softer now, but that heat was still in his eyes. “ for the record, hayes, I think at some point this stopped being stress relief. ” the words slipped out before he could stop them. a beat later, he pointed at her accusingly. “ and don’t even try blaming this on me. you’re at least fifty percent responsible for every bad decision that’s happened in this garage. ” so much for keeping their hands off of one another. instead of reaching for his trousers, hands reached out for her once more, closing the space that she had put between them. lifting her with ease to seat her on the workbench, positioning himself perfectly between her legs, slowly and teasingly beginning to trail his lips down the deliciousness that was her beautiful body : starting at her lips, to her collarbone, straight down to her beautiful breasts like a man possessed. “ are you satisfied that you’ve blown off all of the necessary steam, baby? ”

[lifeforms]

lana doesn't remember her parents  ⸺ or, rather, she does, but she's aware that she has an active imagination. she knows, if she felt like admitting it, that the only memory of them she can be sure is hers is the last one.

there's no fun in that, though, is there? her little stories aren't hurting anyone. they keep her company. they make her days more bearable. they've given her a lens through which to understand the world. most importantly, maybe, the stories keep her from getting jealous of people like allie, who actually had another life to grieve: people who have suffered infinitely more than she has.

(who worries about things like that? lana, apparently.)

"@allieacts, your mom seems cool." she means it, which surprises her, actually. on paper, allie's mother is the type of woman who would remind her of nell, but she never has ⸺ so she feels confident enough in her judgment. "if it made you happy, doing that commercial, she wouldn't have traded it for anything. i know that's not..." lana gestures vaguely: helping? enough? what matters to you? god, she shouldn't drink. she hates feeling out of control of herself. "i hate that she's not here."

this is the part where a normal person would say i know she's watching over you. she is not, to her occasional dismay, a normal person ⸺ but at least she doesn't start waxing poetic about the law of conservation of mass.

"she'd be so proud of all you've done, all you're doing. i'm proud of you. you go after what you want, and you don't give up. not a lot of people can say that. but ⸺ she was your mom, you know? you didn't have to earn it. she never needed to be convinced."

[🎭]

[briarhq]

first, it was the trouble of starting the script. the story came together and they found another student filling the second role. and now that same student had decided to just drop out. no other reason than the vibes were off. as if the vibes decided anything ! if she had a burn book, he'd so be at the first freaking page. she'd tried to do some damage control, talking to a few friends, but everyone was busy with their own plays & she shouldn't be surprised. not really. it's just two weeks until they'll actually perform. she's in allie and hannah's apartment, slowly making a mark in their rug as she phase back and forth. " the vibes. " it leaves her in a low scoff, more to herself than anything, dragging a hand through her hair. hair that looks wild and out of control and like it hasn't seen a brush in at least a week. " the vibes of our play is good, it's great even. amazing. " hands fly out to her sides rather dramatically as she turns to allie. " his vibe is off. "

starter call. allison hayes & sage fletcher. ( @allieacts. )

[goh4wks]

[ TXT ] :   i see you typing... + hunter

[ text to allison ]: and i see you answering... [ text to allison ]: i am trying to think, okay? [ text to allison ]: that's a big question.

[goh4wks]

[ TXT ] :   were you ever going to tell me? + hunter

[ text to allison hayes ]: how was i supposed to know that it mattered? [ text to allison hayes ]: you could've warned me too.