#hopuma

[arabelladorsey]

@hopuma | Continued from here

When he had told her he was going out with Henry she should have known better than to expect anything other than this. And yet she had been hopeful. It had been a while since he had gone out like this. Of course there were always empty bottles of beer lying around. Some on the coffee table, some forgotten on the kitchen counter, some outside next to a lawn chair. No matter how many times she cleaned them up, threw them away, when she would pass the coffee table again some time later there would just be another one. She had already tried to tell him she doesn’t like his excessive drinking, but that had always turned into an argument. And that’s not an argument she ever wins.

Arabella watches from the doorway, arms crossed across her chest, resting on her ever-growing belly. Really, she wants to kick him. That he wants to go out with his friends is fine and she isn’t going to stop him. But for him to then show up back home entirely wasted isn’t fine. Henry had dropped him off last night and the two had made a ton of noise. It had woken her up and she’s sure she wasn’t the only one, as she had seen lights go on in the house across the street. At four in the morning. Henry had seen her by the window and had shouted an apology at her that had definitely woken the few people that were somehow still asleep. It then took Frank and awfully long time to get up the stairs. She waited for a good ten minutes until he finally showed up, another beer in his hand. And then, like the idiot he is, he thought she would want to have sex with him. She had told him to fuck off and had tried to get back to sleep. But that smell. A mixture of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes. 

She had come out of the bathroom, finally done throwing up, to find him passed out on the bed. She had taken the bottle from his hand and had taken off his shoes before disappearing into the guest bedroom so she didn’t have to lie next to him. Not only can she not deal with the smell right now, she also just really does not want to lie next to him. 

He drinks the milk straight from the carton, the milk left in his mustache dripping onto his shirt. She doesn’t know what happened to that shirt, but it’s hard to believe it was clean when he left last night. He takes a slice of pizza from the still open fridge, most of the toppings falling to the floor. He doesn’t even seem to notice. She’s just about to say something when he runs to the sink and throws up a whole night’s worth of alcohol. She turns away, closing her eyes and trying her best not to listen to the sound of him retching. 

There’s a lot of shit she’s willing to put up with, but not this. She would like to say that he’s been doing well for a while and that this is just a one time thing, but she would be lying to herself. Maybe he doesn’t go out as much as he used to, but he’s still drinking excessively. He just does it at home now, where she has to watch him get more and more intoxicated throughout the day. 

A laugh leaves her lips when he tells her he’ll quit. A laugh filled with disbelief and with so much anger. “That’s what you say every time, Frank. Every damn time. Every time you tell me you are not going to drink anymore and then there’s a beer in your hand an hour later. Do you really expect me to believe you this time?” 

Arabella leaves her spot in the doorway to head to the fridge, closing the still opened door. "I’m so fucking tired of your bullshit, Frank. So tired.” It’s not just how he had gotten home this morning. Or how he’s acting now. That’s just the topping of it. It’s also the constant drinking she has to deal with. How she has to drag him out of bed every morning to get to work. How he complains he has a headache like he didn’t do that to himself. “If I see you drink again I’m leaving. I’m done, Frank. I can’t do this anymore. Drink again and I’m gone.”

[santiagobennett]

“You’re kidding, right?” The two stand in front of the bar that Frank had decided they should go to. They had gone out for dinner to catch up before and were now walking the streets aimlessly, not entirely done catching up. Frank is still together with his girlfriend, which surprises Santiago. Now looking back on his own destructive behavior and comparing it to Frank’s, he’s surprised she’s stuck around. Granted, Frank hadn’t been nearly as horrible as Santiago had once been, but he’s still got a problem. 

And now Frank wants to go into a bar. He had already put up with him ordering a beer over dinner, knowing that’s probably not the kind of thing Frank had even thought of before doing it. But now he wants to go into a bar. “Listen, it once was something you could wake me up for, but I don’t think that’s going to work out for me now.” Frank is overestimating his self control. Maybe he had made it look better than it is to begin with. “Maybe in a couple of years, but I don’t think that’s the place for me to be right now.”

@hopuma

[ofdoycnnes]

“i will roll you up in this blanket if you don’t march your butt to bed right now.” bruno x lily pls

— ★ watching ‘beaches’ perhaps wasn’t the best way to spend a night off ( especially with fresh hormones raging ) yet here lily was, ever the stickler for her almost weekly tradition, curled up with dried tears on her cheeks just in time for new ones to be shed. her head flew upwards as bruno made his presence known. “ but i haven’t even gotten to the best part ” she sniffed, a soft sigh bubbling over her lips. it seemed so ridiculous to be this caught up in something made of fiction but woe betide anyone who interfered with lily’s guilty pleasures. “ you know, i’m almost positive that i read on the label that that blanket’s big enough for two-and-a-half? so maybe you can follow through on your threat and hold me tight instead? doesn’t that sound better? ”. || ( @hopuma )

[refcrmist]

@hopuma liked this for a starter !!

she didn’t fear alleys--more accurately, she was the reason other people feared alleyways. as were her family and most of the people she associated with. so when she heard footsteps she barely glanced over. it was the familiar face that made her roll her eyes, palm of her hand landing on the strap of a bag that hung off one of her her shoulder.

“can i help you with something?” the sun was setting, light fading like the smoke she exhaled, but not quite as fast. adriana would have less to complain about if joints lasted that long. even so, her tone suggested annoyance but nothing near the usual hostility she expressed outwards. more mockery, than anything.

[arabelladorsey]

She’s earlier than usual. The bar is mostly filled with people coming for a couple of drinks with coworkers after work, save for the few loners by the bar or hidden in booths with their dinner. Usually she doesn’t show up until ten or eleven, when the place is filled with people looking for a good time. When the people with wives or girlfriends have already disappeared and have gone home. Now she’s feels oddly out of place among these people in their work wear while she’s dressed like she’s going to some fancy dinner. 

The skintight black dress hugs her body in all the right places, the deep cut showing a little more cleavage than she would feel comfortable with on any other night. The high heels are only bearable for the short walk from her car to the bar and back again. 

Arabella looks around, not even giving the table full of guys just starting on their bachelor night a glance, despite the looks they are giving her. In fact, she doesn’t bother with the tables at all, but instead focuses her attention on the bar. Bald guy in his seventies. Pass. Guy who put his wedding ring in his pocket the second he saw her. Pass. Guy she already fucked before who was smart enough to take off his wedding ring before he got to the bar. Pass. Lonely looking cop. She’ll take it.

Heading in his direction, Arabella ignores one of the guys from the bachelor party calling out for her. She leaves one empty seat between them when she sits down, putting her purse on the empty seat. She moves her hair over her shoulder so he’ll have a good look at her cleavage when he finally turns her way. Not that she really needs that. Judging from the way he looks he probably has a diet consisting of beer, burgers and donuts. He could use a good shave too. But she’s desperate and he’s her best option. Besides, she’s never fucked a cop before. 

“Can I buy you a drink?”

@hopuma

[arabelladorsey]

He had promised her he would come to bed in a little bit. That he was just going to work for a little longer, but that he would be with her soon. When she wakes up at three in the morning, his side of the bed is still empty. His side of the bed is still neatly made, just how she had left it this morning. So she moves out of the bed, her feet slipping into the slippers before she heads quietly down the stairs. She doesn’t want to wake him just in case he’s fallen asleep on the couch. 

But he hasn’t. He’s still at the kitchen table, bent over a ton of paperwork. It’s dark inside the house with the exception of the light above the table. She watches from the doorway for a moment, seeing him look at what seems to be a picture. “Hey,” she says, just before she moves into the kitchen. “Still awake?” She moves behind him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. 

Spread out on the table in front of them are pictures and documents he’s been inspecting these past couple of weeks. Mostly the same gruesome pictures, but he’s looking at one she hadn’t seen before. Isn’t that the girl from the news? She’s been missing for weeks. Though when she was having breakfast this morning, she did hear something on the radio about it. She had turned it off when she had heard him coming downstairs. Now she knows what they must have been saying. 

“Are you coming to bed?” She knows that he wants to solve this as soon as possible. If they’ve found this girl dead, then whoever is responsible might take someone else soon. But him sitting here all night, looking at these pictures isn’t going to help. He needs some rest. She reaches for the picture and puts it on the table, then removing her arms from around him. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

@hopuma

[arabelladorsey]

jealousy + frank and henry ( bc no human being in this earth can convince me frank wouldn't be jealous of those two talking )

Send a word + another muse and I’ll write a drabble or headcanon it | Accepting

She’s watching him from the bed as he smokes his seemingly mandatory cigarette out on the balcony. It must be two in the morning by now and she’s probably going to fall asleep any second now. Yet thoughts cloud her mind as she watches him. She’s not sure how to describe the look on his face earlier. Anger? Jealously? Annoyance? She’s not sure if it had been directed at her, but he sure took it out on her. The way he had fucked her had radiated dominance and no love.

There had been a lot of people at their home earlier, as they had thrown a barbecue in their garden to mark the beginning of Summer. Their family and friends made up for a good thirty people crowding their backyard. As the evening passed, people started to leave, but not Henry. Granted, he wasn’t the only one who had stayed. Some of his colleagues stayed a little longer than the invite said, as well as one of her sisters and some of her friends. But it seems that Henry staying longer was the only thing that bothered Frank. 

Sometimes she’s not sure why the two are friends. She doesn’t see Henry that often, but she knows he’s Frank’s drinking buddy. Can you really call someone like that a friend? Someone you have to get drunk with to talk to? Maybe that’s why Frank had seemed annoyed with Henry staying late. Though she figures it’s most likely because of the way Henry sometimes is around her. Or how he is most of the time, rather. 

It’s not just her, she knows that. He flirts with her friends and her sisters too. Sometimes she can’t tell if that’s just the way he is or if he’s actually flirting. She knows Frank can’t tell either. He seems to able to see Henry often without growing tired of him, but there’s always a brief interval when he’s been around to their place. She’s seen Frank ignore his calls for a couple of days before the two suddenly pick up where they left things. 

At the end of the night, Henry had sat down next to her. Frank was seeing some of the last few people off and it was only the three of them at the house now. So, with Frank inside, it had been just Henry and Arabella. She has always known Henry to be flirtatious, but she often treats it likes he’s just messing around. She knows Frank doesn’t see it that way.

When Frank had come back outside, she had been laughing about something Henry had said. Neither of them had seen Frank yet. Or maybe Henry had. She’s not sure. All she knows is that Frank definitely heard what he had said. “Oh, come on. You’re beautiful. You can get anyone you want.” She had waved it off, taking a sip of her wine before she had noticed Frank. Henry’s words can be interpreted in many different ways, especially without context. And she knows exactly what Frank had been thinking. And she knows Henry had too, because he was suddenly in a rush to leave.

They both walked through the house and to the front door to see Henry off. Not much had been said, just Henry thanking them for the invitation and kissing her cheek as a goodbye. Then nodding at Frank before heading out the door. She hadn’t been able to see Frank’s reply, but she had seen the look on his face after closing the door. She had gone upstairs to get a jacket so they could clean up the backyard. The look on his face had been the same when he had kissed her and they had somehow ended up on the bed. He had been thinking about other things when he had fucked her, she knows that. Probably about what Henry had said and how she had been laughing. How he had said it even though he probably knew Frank had come back outside. 

She can see the droplets of rain on the window, more coming every second. They hadn’t cleaned anything up in the back yard and she wants to get up and save the lawn chair cushions from getting soaked, but she doesn’t. He’s still standing there like it’s not raining, smoking his cigarette. She pushes the covers off of her and gets out of the bed. She takes her robe from the back of the door and shrugs it on while heading to the balcony. She steps outside, suddenly realizing how cold it is. The wine had been keeping her warm throughout the evening, but that feeling is gone now. She moves up against his back, her arms wrapping around his stomach. She rests her cheek against his back, her fingers intertwining on his stomach. She wants to say something, but she doesn’t know what. So she says nothing instead, hoping that her embrace is enough.

[refcrmist]

@hopuma liked for a starter ( based ) from one of my trans muses ( accepting ) !!

guy had once said he’d do anything to get him out of his own head after he retired from the military. but this whole thing with frank and the domestic suburban lifestyle? it was pushing his limits. was it really worth it? this kind of assignment would be great for him, but it was also frank. “the neighbors invited us over for dinner,” he says, folding a pair of jeans. hopefully this situation wouldn’t be too permanent, but it had to at least appear that they were staying for awhile. “i said we’d go.”